I wasn't gonna update this story until I finished one of my other stories first, but seeing that you asked nice Stephanie. I'll add a chapter and maybe one more lol!
Chapter 2
Torrie returned to the change room about 15 minutes after collecting her bags. "Hi again." She smiled dragging her bag into the room. Sara didn't reply back. Mark looked over and saw she was having a bit of a problem with her bags. He walked over to her. "Need a little help?" He chuckled at her. "Oh well if you don't mind." She smiled. "Well I was the one who asked remember?" He smiled taking her bags and walking over to put them near his. Torrie giggled and walked over to Sara. "Hi." Torrie smiled at her. Sara continued flicking through her magazine. "Sara." Mark said looking at her. "Yes?" She replied to him. "Torrie's talking to you." He said. Sara flicked her brown hair over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows at Torrie. "Hi." She smirked then went back to her magazine. "I'm just gonna use the bathroom and then we'll be going ok?" He said and walked into the bathroom. Sara watched him walk into the shower block and she stood up to look at Torrie. "Do you know me well Torrie?" She asked with a straight face. "Ur…no not very well why?" Torrie replied confused. "Well what do you know me best as?" She asked again. "I don't know, I know you're Mark's wife but…" She started. "Well I know you Torrie." She smirked. Torrie raised her eyebrows at her. "I know that you're the 2 time playboy cover girl slut. Who marches around in the ring in nothing but her bra and panties." Sara spat. Torrie gasped in disgust at her. "You make me sick!" Sara hissed at her. Torrie was about to open her mouth to yell at Sara when Mark walked back in the room. "Ok ready?" He asked looking at them both. He obviously didn't hear their little confrontation they had. "Yeah Baby." Sara smiled at him. "Yeah." Torrie replied quietly. "Ok then." He smiled and grabbed his and Torrie's bags and started to walk out the door. "Mark I can carry them." Torrie started. "No really Torrie it's fine." Mark chuckled at her. "Mark make HER carry HER bags." Sara smirked. "Sara I'm carrying them, end of discussion ok?" Mark said and walked out the room. Sara screwed up her face and they all walked out to the parking lot.
Mark walked over to a big 4WD and opened to boot and put the bags in. "Wow you got a big car." Torrie said. "Yeah well, I kinda don't fit that good in a regular sedan." He chuckled. "Oh ok, Billy isn't as tall you so yeah." She giggled back. Sara just rolled her eyes and hopped into the front seat of the car. Mark saw her get in. "Errr do you mind sitting in the back Tor's?" He asked. "No of course not." She replied. "Thanks." He smiled and they both walked over and hopped into the car.
"So you are staying at the hotel with Billy?" Mark asked her while driving down the highway. "Yeah." She replied from the back seat. "Oh by the way Torrie, where is Billy?" Sara asked her. "Oh ah, he had to leave early tonight." She explained. "Mark, you look so good growing your hair long again expect you need to re-dye it." Sara smirked running her hand through his shoulder length hair. Mark looked through the re-view mirror and saw Torrie in the back pretending to look away not noticing. Mark moved his head away from Sara's hand. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Nothing, I'm just a little tired that's all, I was training with one of the beginners tonight and I think I pulled a muscle in my neck." He said while concentrating on the road. "Fine." She mumbled and looked away.
Mark pulled up outside the hotel. He got the bags out of the boot and the three of them walked inside to the reception. "Can we have a single room, booking under Vince McMahon?" Mark said to the guy at the counter. He grabbed the keys and he and Sara started to head to the evaluator. Mark turned around. "You'll be ok now Torrie?" He asked. "Yes, thank you for the lift Mark." She smiled. "Ok, no problem." He smiled and turned back and followed Sara.
Mark got out of the shower and walked over and sat on the bed next to Sara. "Night." He said and bent down to kiss her. "Night." She quickly said and laid down before he had a chance to kiss her. "What's your problem?" He asked. "Nothing." She said. "Yeah there is, now tell me." He said. Sara sighed. "Well I don't like the idea of my husband going around and giving lifts to sluts when they're in need." She explained. "First, Torrie isn't a slut and second, you were with me the whole time." He replied. "Well what if I wasn't here. Who knows what she could have tried." Sara said. Mark sighed. "Sara, Torrie is happily married to Billy, one of my friends. Besides the same thing would have happened even if you weren't here." Mark explained. "I know it's not your fault Mark, but you can't blame me. I mean, those women walk around wearing hardly anything. They go and flirt with married men. They don't do anything for this business, they're sluts." She explained. "Sara it's all a gimmick, don't worry; besides I love you ok." He smiled pointing to his tattoo on his neck. "Ok then." She sighed. "Good night." He smiled and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "Night." She replied and turned off the light.
