Author's Note: Hey everybody! Well, this is the first fan fic I've written... I was inspired by Liz (LittleKnux2008), she's such a great author. I'm gonna give this a shot, so let me know what you think. I was hoping to hit 600 words with this first chapter, but I came close enough (575). Please read and review!

Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the idea of the story. All the characters are © of the WWE.

Distribution: Nowhere, it is the first chapter, after all! If you'd like to use it, you don't need permission, just do me the favor of letting me know you're using it and give me a link and credit, of course.

Chapter 1

The door slowly creeped open as the blonde pulled the key out of the lock. The young woman walked into the hotel room, only to find roses lying on the bed and all over the floor; a warm bubble bath had been prepared for her, with flowers in every direction and soft, luscious rose petals floated calmly in the foam-covered water. Stacy Keibler gasped at the sight of the beauty in the candlelit room before her as her hand flew to her gaping mouth.

Tears suddenly flooded her eyes and blurred her vision as she thought of the one thing that would ruin this whole moment.

Her boyfriend.

Oh, the things he would do if he found out about this. She hurriedly picked up the astonishing flowers and reluctantly threw them outside the 10 story window. The only trace of what had been was the bath. The petal-filled water beckoned to her, and as she stripped out of her clothes, she figured it wouldn't hurt to pamper herself just this once.

Just as Stacy had begun to relax in the wonderfully aromatic bath, she heard the bolt on the front door unlock. The tall blonde held her breath and slowly closed her eyes. "There's not a trace left of what was out there... I know there isn't!" she prayed silently.

The booming voice of her beloved boyfriend startled her.

"Stacy!" he screamed.

"In here," Stacy barely answered.

"What's this?" Scott Steiner marched in and questioned, motioning to the envelope he held in his right hand. It had Stacy's name clearly written on the front.

The startled blonde blinked and focused on the object in Scott's hand. How could she have missed THAT? "Where was it, honey?" she inquired innocently.

"On the nightstand on your side of the bed. Just answer me, Stacy. What the hell is this?"

She didn't know what to say... didn't know what to think. Stacy stared at the envelope as the seconds ticked by. Finally, she sweetly replied, "Oh, um, it's just an invitation to a surprise birthday party. Nothin' to worry about, baby."

Scott studied his girlfriend for a few moments, and then looked at the sealed envelope in his hand.

"It looks like a man's handwriting." Anger flashed in his eyes for a brief moment, and just at the sight of it, every muscle in Stacy's body tensed.

"Y – Yeah... um, her boyfriend wrote the invitations. He left it at the front desk for me to pick up. It was Lita that called me to tell me about it before I had even opened it." It was obvious Stacy was becoming more and more nervous as her boyfriend interrogated her.

As Scott left the bathroom, the young blonde contemplated the many thoughts running through her head. Why was it that she had to lie to a man she loved? Well, a man she thought she loved. He'd changed a lot over time; he's not the sweet and caring guy he used to be. And Stacy had learned to stay away from him when he was irritated or drunk, unfortunately, the hard way. A sigh escaped her lips as she wondered why she was still with him. She knew he was cheating on her with some brunette chick, and, surprisingly, didn't even really care. Abruptly, her mind shifted gears and completely different questions appeared in her thoughts.

Who had been in her hotel room?

What did that letter really say?