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Chapter 6

Paul slammed his fist into a near by locker letting out a loud growl. He had another fight with Stephanie and he was ready to kill someone. Dave and Ric just stood where they were as they watched Paul slam things around the locker room. "It's over guys, Stephanie and I are through," he yelled as he took a chair and whipped it across the room. Neither one of them knew what to say. When Paul got into one of his moods, there was nothing anyone could say to him without him ripping their heads off.

Paul grabbed his water bottle and headed out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him. Dave turned to Ric with a concerned look on his face. "Do you think he will be alright Ric?" Ric shook his head in bewilderment, "I honestly don't know Dave." "He is one pissed off SOB and I pity the man that gets in his face tonight."

Paul walked down the hall heading for nowhere in particular. All he knew was that he had to get out. When he rounded the corner he caught sight of something that made his heart crumble. He snuck back around the corner so they couldn't see him as he listened to their conversation.

"Trish, I don't know what to say. These past few days have been amazing. I am so glad that you decided to spend the week with me." Randy leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against hers. This kiss wasn't like any of the fiery kisses that they had previously shared. It was tender, sweet and laced with something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Love perhaps? Each kiss from the young stud in front of her caused her to shudder with excitement. He was slowly but surely stealing her heart.

Randy said his goodbyes and Trish closed the door behind him promising to meet him later on after the show. He headed off down the hall passing Paul on his way. Luckily for Paul he didn't see him. Paul's heart was breaking into a million pieces. His marriage was just about over with and the woman that he truly loved was with one of his best friends. How could things have gone so wrong? Why wasn't he the one holding Trish in his arms? Paul couldn't believe that Trish had spent the entire week with Randy. They were becoming too close too fast and it was tearing Paul up inside.

Paul walked over to the diva's locker room door and just stared at the door for a few minutes. Then raised his hand to knock. Just as he was about to make contact with it, the door swung open. Lisa was yelling back to someone in the locker room and walked straight into him. "Oh my God I am sorry Paul," Lisa apologized. "I didn't see you there. Are you looking for Trish or something?" Paul nodded in agreement as Lisa yelled to Trish that she had a visitor.

Trish opened the door, a smile from ear to ear. "What do you want now Ran…?" Her smile faded as her eyes caught sight of Paul standing in front of her with a look of devastation on his face. "Oh My God Paul, what's wrong honey," she asked with great concern in her voice.

"Can we talk Trish? I didn't know where else to turn."

Trish opened the door allowing him to enter. "Here let's go in here, it will be more private," she stated matter-of-factly. She took his hand in hers and led him into a small room that was off to the side of the dressing area. "Okay honey, tell me what is wrong. You look like you lost your best friend."

Paul hung his head in despair. His whole life was falling apart before his eyes. A week ago he was minding his own business not caring about anything. It was true that his marriage had been in shambles but he was actually enjoying the life that he was leading. Then out of nowhere, Trish Stratus dropped back into his life. Along with her came all of the feelings that he had for her just like they had never left him. It was like some sick and twisted nightmare that he hoped he was going to wake up from soon. He felt like he was losing her all over again. Only this time it wasn't him breaking her heart, it was her breaking his.

Trish felt her heart shattering as she watched him. He looked like he was going to cry but was too much of a man to do it in front of her. Trish placed her hand gently onto his back and started to trace small circles with her fingertips. Paul shuddered from the contact. She really knew how to push all of his buttons. "Come on Paul, tell me what's wrong."

Defeated, Paul began to tell Trish what happened. He looked deeply into Trish's eyes letting down the wall of armor that he had been building, exposing him completely to her. "Stephanie and I are through," he blurted out, a slight bitterness to his tone. "We are getting a divorce."

Trish just stared at Paul in shock. She never thought that they would ever separate. She hoped to God that she didn't have anything to do with it. Stephanie really hated her with a passion and she would feel awful if she were the reason for their breakup. "Oh My God Paul, that is horrible. What happened?"

"She is unbearable Trish." "Everything I do is wrong," he explained. "Now she is all over me again for this storyline I am in with you, when her father was the one who approached me." Paul ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I just couldn't take her jealousy any more Trish. I told her we were through and she threw me out of the house. It's over for good."

Trish felt horrible. Stephanie must have seen something in the kiss that Paul and she had shared publicly. The guilt was tearing her up inside. "Paul, I am so sorry. This is my fault. If I hadn't kissed you the way that I did then you wouldn't be in this predicament." Trish started to pace back and forth. She was a nervous wreck.

Paul grabbed hold of Trish and stared directly into her eyes. "Trish, don't you dare blame yourself for this. Steph and I have been having problems for a very long time now. This has nothing to do with you. If I were in a storyline with some other diva she would have been the same way."

Trish frowned in disbelief. "I don't think so Paul. You know how much she despises me. Look what she did to our friendship. She destroyed us. She destroyed me. I was an emotional wreck when you turned your back on me. Do you have any idea what it felt like for me when you would walk by and slander me the way that you did? You chose that bitch over me. It hurt like hell Paul and it still does. I honestly don't know if I will ever be able to trust you again.

Paul ducked his head in shame. "Don't you do that, don't you turn away from me Paul. Look into my eyes Paul." Paul lifted his head and did what she had asked. "You completely destroyed me Paul. It took me a very long time to move on and forget about you. I care about you so god damn much but I am not about to let you or anyone else hurt me that way ever again. That is why I couldn't let what happened between us the other night continue." "It can never happen again either," she stated firmly. "I am moving on with my life and for the first time in years, I am actually happy. Randy is a great guy Paul and I really want to give him a chance. I need him."

Trish didn't know what came over her. She didn't expect to get so distressed. Once the words escaped her lips, she immediately regretted it. She didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did but she couldn't control her emotions any longer. She needed him to know exactly what he had done to her. He allowed Stephanie McMahon to discard her like some piece of trash, like she didn't matter at all. He needed to know that she wasn't going to pine over him and what they could have shared. She knew that moving on with Randy was the best thing for her. Yes it hurt like hell saying these things to him but they needed to be said. She needed to hear them out loud herself. It seemed more finalized if she said it out in the open.

Paul was completely distraught. His heart was breaking into a thousand little pieces. How could he have treated her that way? He was a disgrace to the human race. He didn't deserve anyone's love, especially not Trish's. How could he be so cold hearted? He discarded her like she was yesterday's trash, not even giving her a second glance. How was he supposed to expect her to just accept him back into her life like nothing ever happened? He really couldn't blame her for how she felt. He was an asshole and he knew it. Randy was probably the best thing for her. It still was killing him knowing that he could never have her. It was over before it ever even got started.

"Trish, I am so sorry for what I did to you. I know sorry doesn't cut it but I just want you to know that you mean the world to me and I will always be here for you as a friend. I know now that we can never be together in the way that I want. God woman, I need you so much but you know how the old saying goes. If you love something set it free, if it comes back to you then it is yours to keep. If it doesn't then it wasn't meant to be."

Tears started to flow freely down Trish's face. She was literally dying inside. It killed her knowing that she was never going to be able to touch him intimately. Yes, it was her decision not to get involved with him but that didn't mean that she didn't still want him. Paul enveloped her in his arms, holding her, soothing her in any way that he could. Watching her cry was the one thing that he couldn't handle. A lonely tear rolled down his cheek as he held onto her for dear life. This was going to be the last time that he would ever have her pressed against him. From now on, this would be Randy's job. He would be the one that would be comforting her in her time of sorrow. He would be the one that would be receiving that beautiful smile of hers after he said something funny. Most of all, he would be the one that would get to make love to her for the rest of his life.

Trish pulled away from him, wiping the tears from her eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat trying to regain her composure. This was the hardest decision that she ever had to make. Just looking into his eyes she could tell that he was remorseful. Yet she had to remain firm. She couldn't give into him. Even though she wanted to take him into her arms and never let him go.

She had Randy now and she was really starting to fall for him. They had a wonderful time together. After making love the night before she woke up nestled in his arms. He made her breakfast then took her out shopping. She spent the week with him, simply enjoying each other's company. They watched movies together, went out to eat, cuddled on a blanket under the moonlight. He did all the things that Adam would do for Stacy. He was a true romantic and he totally swept her off of her feet. She had to focus on that. No more crying. Paul Levesque would never be anything more than just friends with her from now on.

Paul knew that this was it. There was nothing left to say to each other. He didn't care if he got slapped but he had to taste her one last time. He grabbed Trish by the arms and gently pulled her towards him. Trish was caught by surprise but before she could protest, his lips crushed into hers. He slid his tongue on her lower lip begging for entrance. Instead of pushing him away, she slowly parted her lips, allowing him to enter the contours of her mouth. He responded passionately by darting his tongue into her open mouth. Trish gently sucked on his tongue causing a soft moan to issue from his throat. Trish knew this was wrong but at the moment she didn't care. This felt too good.

She ran one hand underneath his shirt and let her fingertips dance lightly over his sculpted muscles. His skin felt like fire and just the feel of him beneath her fingers was enough to cause her to grow wet with desire. Her hand found each of his nipples and she ran her finger teasingly over each one, before lightly raking her nails down the middle of his chest. Paul broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, a look of raw abandon. Trish took his mouth again, seeking out his tongue with her own. Paul couldn't believe what was happening. He was in heaven. However, as quickly as the kiss began, it ended abruptly. Both of them broke away from the kiss breathless. They were both panting heavily, the kiss rocking them both to the very core.

Trish brought her hands up to her lips touching them lightly. They were still burning from his kiss. She had so many emotions flowing through her that she didn't know what to do. Why did he kiss her that way? She just totally rejected him. She told him that she was moving on. Now, she was more confused than ever. Her mind was telling her to run for the hills but her body and her heart was telling her to stay right where she was. She closed her eyes and shook her head. This wasn't happening to her. How could she be in love with two men? No matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she was head over heels in love with Paul and Randy. What was she going to do?

Paul watched her as she took in everything that just happened. He knew that he got to her. She was second-guessing her decision, he could tell. She did love him like he loved her. She proved it with that kiss. He felt something indescribable in his heart when she kissed him. He still had hope left. He moved in towards her again, pulling her into a hug. Then kissed her on top of the head. He headed towards the door, turning around one last time before exiting it. "I am setting you free Trish." He turned back around and walked out, leaving Trish to think about what had just happened.