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You Owe Me

Kurt stopped dragging her when they got to a remotely secluded place on the other side of the building.

"Kurt?" Stephanie asked incredulously. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You choose Jericho over me?" he asked, answering her question with a question. "You're such a misleading little bitch!"

"You've always known that I've never had romantic feelings for you," she pointed out. "I don't think that I've been misleading at all."

"I'm obviously a better man than Jericho. I mean, I'm an Olympic champion!" he said angrily. "But instead of getting with a real American, you cross the border for this long-haired, rock star wanna be Chris Jericho? I can't believe you!"

Stephanie backed up. She'd never seen Kurt this angry before, in all of her years before this. Why was he being this way?

"Kurt, I think you need to just calm down and think about what you're saying," she said.

"It doesn't matter what you think, you little cock tease," he growled at her. He stepped closer as she backed up. "And all I really need to think about is this... What's your favorite position in the bedroom?"

"Kurt!" she gasped. "What is wrong with you?"

"You know what's wrong with me!" he said. "I've wanted you for years, and I know you want me, too! Now bring your ass here!"

"Never!" she screamed, and started to run down the hall. She didn't get very far in her heels, though. He caught up with her in like 3 seconds.

"And where the hell do you think you're going, Steph?" he spat. "You're going to take it, you're going to take me, and you're not going to fight it!"

He leaned down to kiss her. She held her lips closed tightly and tried to push him off, but he had the weight advantage. It was like trying to push a building using just her strength. It was impossible.

She started to cry as he sucked brutally on her neck and roughly pulled her hair. She couldn't believe that Kurt, sweet, all-American Kurt, was forcing himself on her this way. All this time she'd thought that she'd known him, but she'd been obviously mistaken.

He started to unzip her cat suit. She tried to fight him off, but her attempts were to no avail because he was obviously the stronger one of the two. He reached inside and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples painfully while grinding against her.

"Kurt, please," she cried. "Please don't do this to me!"

"You want this, you little whore," he said, still grinding against her. "You can't deny that you like the way that I'm making you feel. You just wait until I'm inside you, then you'll love it!"

"Kurt, no!" she screamed.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off her!" came the voice that Stephanie had least expected to hear.

It was Triple H, and his voice was laced with anger. "Get the fuck off my wife, Kurt," he said angrily.

"Wife? I thought she was your ex!" Kurt exclaimed, whirling around to face him.

"You thought wrong. Now get the hell outta here!" Triple H ordered.

"Uh, catch ya later, Steph," Kurt said hurriedly, and ran down the hall, disappearing around the corner.

"What the hell? How'd this happen?" Triple H asked, turning to Stephanie as the tears streamed down her face and her makeup smeared.

"I was just walking and he grabbed me," she said. "I thought he just wanted to talk but obviously he just wanted to... Well, you know."

"He tried to rape you?" Triple H finally asked, his brows furrowing.

"Yes," she said, her voice breaking. "If you hadn't shown up when you did, he would've succeeded, too."

"That shows I'm always gonna be here for you, even if you don't want me to be," he said.

He reached over to wipe her tears away and she cringed. She still hated him, didn't want him touching her at all. But she had to be grateful to him for saving her when he did.

"I still don't like you," she said to him. "But thank you."

He tried to hug her, but she pushed him away.

"You're quite welcome," he said with a smile. "Now you owe me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" she asked, wondering what he was talking about.

"Let's have dinner tonight," he suggested. "Just to talk."

"Over my dead body," she said, regaining her composure. "It's just like you to use a bad situation to your advantage." Then she walked away.

"If you say so, Steph," he called after her.

"Oh yeah, and don't touch me again," she told him as she disappeared around the corner.

"Sorry, I can't agree to that," he said in a low voice. He watched her disappear, then shook his head and walked in the same direction that Kurt had walked.

Kurt was waiting for him around the corner. "Well?" he asked excitedly. "How was my performance?"

"You did a good job, Kurt," Triple H said. "But she still won't go to dinner with me."

"Aw," Kurt said, disappointed. "Now what are we gonna do?"

"Kurt, old buddy," Triple H said, putting his arm around Kurt's shoulder. "We have to do something drastic. We're gonna have to take this game to a whole new level..."

HOW FAR IS TRIPLE H WILLING TO GO TO GET STEPH BACK?