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Also this is before Evolution broke up Randy is still in there!

Chapter 2

By: wrestlinggal

Trish woke up slowly trying to register through her fuzzy brain where she was. At first glance nothing looked familiar, there were no clothes strewn everywhere, no shoes on the floor, no make up all over the dresser. It was all very neat except some clothes flung around.

Oh shit, Trish thought. Who the hell is in bed with me? And what the hell did we do? Or didn't do? Shifting to get a better look at the man beside her Trish silently prepared herself for the worst, but nothing would prepare her for Dave Batista large and very naked sleeping beside her.

"Dave!" Trish shrieked. Bounding out of the bed Trish grabbed the first piece of clothing she saw which happened to be the black silk shirt she had torn off Dave the night before.

Dave sat up groggily before he remembered what had happened the night before. With a smirk he sat up against the bed his hot gaze slowly raking Trish up and down until she felt like she was still naked.

"Don't you remember anything last night?" Dave asked making himself comfortable against the bed.

"If I did do you really think I would be freaking out right now that we slept together?" Trish snapped.

Dave frowned at her, his own temper beginning to rise at her audacity. Reigning in his temper he mentally gave her excuses for her behavior and gave her tight lipped smile. "Well, then let me explain for you." He began. "Last night we started a game of poker the winner instead of money won months of service."

Trish scowled. "Meaning?" she prompted.

Dave shrugged. "If you lost a game, which you did repeatedly, then the loser is your personal assistant." Dave paused. "They have to do anything you want personal, or business."

Trish's face went white. "How many times did I lose?"

Dave grinned. "Looks like your all mine for six months."

Trish shot him a look striving to control her temper. Her voice came out strained. "If you think for one minute that I am going to be some sick sex slave at your beck and call you have another thing coming, you son of a bitch!"

Dave's face darkened in anger. "Don't blame me Trish, you were all for it last night."

"Well I'm not now!" With that Trish prepared to stalk out of the room before she had gone five steps Dave's strong arm grabbed her around the waist and gently but firmly held her to him. "Do you really think I am going to let you go just like that?" he asked. "You lost now you have to pay up."

"For six months? Are you insane? I was drunk!"

Dave nodded. "So was I."

Trish interrupted him. "I repeat I will not become some weird sex slave at you beck and call!"

Dave smiled grimly. "You will I say you will. Don't forget Trish you are mine…literally for six months, whether you like it or not."

Trish lost her temper at the chauvinist phrase. "What else Dave?" she shouted. "Will I be doing your friends too? Or when you want a title shot do I go to Eric? Will I…"

Dave cut her off his eyes blazing. "That is enough dammit!" he ordered.

"No, its not!" Trish countered.

"Fine, you want to do this the hard way? Fine."

With that he dragged a resisting Trish to the bed and yanked her over his thighs, where he placed her bottom upward and her face down. Before Trish could do or say anything Dave's hand came crashing down. Eyes tearing up Trish struggled to get up but Dave easily held her still. His hand came crashing down again, and continued to paddle her bottom until her bottom felt like fire. With that he twisted her up and before she could stop him he gripped her face gently and started to kiss her softly letting his tongue sweep the inside of her mouth. Moaning he placed her legs on either side of him coaxing a response from her. His hands moving up he unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it aside. Letting his thumbs go over nipples he turned them in hard little peaks.

Twisting her around he laid her on her back and kissed his way down her neck to her breast. Sucking he nibbled and played with her hard nipple. Licking his way down her navel he spread her thighs and lifted her hips. Tilting them he tasted her and nibbled lightly making her squirm and cry out. He could feel her building up her orgasm trembling she came violently screaming his name loudly. Smirking he slammed inside her making them both groan loudly. Looking down at her flushed face he put his hands on either side of her face and began to pump in and out of her. When he came he trembled and rolled to Trish's side gathering her close to him.

Trish mumbled something in his chest. Grinning he looked down at her. "What was that?"

Trish peeked up at him looking so tiny against him. "I said, don't think this over. Its just the beginning. I'll fight you every step of the way."

"Hun, your welcome to try. But if you do anything outrageous just remember that I have no problem putting you over my knee."

Trish blushed. "Very funny." On the outside it appeared she was ready to go through the six months but on the inside she was ready to fight.

Authors rambles:

Ok ok you guys know the drill r/r should I continue or delete the story? Also special thanks to:

Icy Rabbit—thanks I never really thought of Trish and Batista until lately. I have a fan fic ready for lit and batista so if you want ill post that just for you!

Fidelitas—thanks because of you I am continueing the story!

Viper-sa—thank you that's so sweet!