Dave looked up at her with a groan. "What was that for?" He rested his chin in the valley between her breasts. His hand rose to the side of his head.
Chyna rolled her eyes. "I didn't even hit you that hard. I could do it again, though, if you want a real reason to complain."
He groaned again. "No thanks. Whatcha want?"
"I want you to get up. I've gotta get ready for work." Her head rolled to the side and she glanced at the glowing red digits of the clock. "As it is, I'm gonna be late and I don't feel like hearing Hunter's mouth."
Dave pressed his hands flat on the bed and pushed himself up. He didn't move to the side, though, preferring to stay pressed between her legs. He looked down at her and shook his head. "I'm part owner of the club, too, ya know. It's not owned by Triple H, it's owned by Evolution Enterprises."
"Yeah, well..." She turned back to look at him and shrugged. "Hunter's ego is large." She pushed herself up towards the head of the bed, then sat up, using her elbows to prop her body up. "Besides, he seems to think if he's having a bad day, he's got the right to take it out on me."
There had been a time when she would let him do that. She had cared enough about him that she would allow him to take his frustrations out by ranting to her, but that time was long gone. Those were the days before he hit it big. Back then, Hunter was just another club manager. He had his cockier moments, but he didn't have the money to back up the attitude. He didn't have the power.
Sometimes, she wondered if they would have still been together had he not gotten involved with Ric Flair, but then she realized she couldn't blame Flair for anything. The man was power, and she had already seen how Hunter was attracted to power. He had cheated on her with the daughters of powerful men. He treated them like princesses and used Chyna as his sounding board. No, even if Hunter were still just a club manager working for someone else, they would have broken up anyway. He was just too much of an asshole for her to handle.
Dave, though... he was another matter. He was an example that just because people worked together and, in some ways, considered themselves to be friends, they weren't exactly alike. The joke around was that he was faithful because she had put the fear of Chyna into him, but truth be known, she just didn't see anything in him that said that he was the cheating kind. He wasn't overly ambitious or greedy. He was just Dave.
Hunter had sought out men like Flair his entire life, the kind of men who wanted to conquer and rule. Randy was a rich kid playing with life. Daddy told him to get a job or lose his inheritance. He got a job and ended up making more than three time what his inheritance was worth. Dave, though... he just happened to be recruited. He didn't seek out the money or the notoriety. Flair stole him from a high-powered D.C. firm and put him in charge of the legal division at Evolution Enterprises. Within a few months, he had evolved to a partner in the venture of Club Evolution. He was a decent guy who didn't mind making a lot of money. He was just lucky as hell.
"Why don't you take the night off," Dave said with a sigh. He was privy to the history between Chyna and Hunter, and that hadn't stopped him from seeing her. He tried not to get caught in the middle of old feelings too much, but there were times it just couldn't be avoided. "I'll deal with Hunter."
"And what am I gonna do, huh?" She snorted a laugh. "Sad enough, there's nothing to do in this town but go to Club Evil."
He rolled his eyes and Chyna just laughed. The papers that hadn't been bought off by the entreprenuers were dubbing the place Club Evil, and it was catching on with their enemies. It just made everyone else more eager to get inside. "You can spend the night with me. We can go out to dinner or something. I own the joint. I don't have to be there every night."
"Yeah, but..." She sighed. "I'm not too trusting of all the bouncers. Some of 'em only work there for the flash of ass they get from a chick trying to get in. If they think they can get a quick fuck, they'll let anybody in. What's the point of having the hottest place in town if the hot crowds can't get in?" She shrugged. "Besides, you love being there to see your money come in."
Dave groaned. "Maybe..."
"Probably."
He growled. "Alright, so I do. I just don't feel like getting up. It's been a long day, and I'm not in the mood for more shit."
Chyna dropped back flat to the bed and rose a hand to Dave's cheek. "Still don't know who trashed your ride?"
"No." He turned his face in and kissed her palm. "And I'm getting tired of this shit." With a groan, Dave rolled to the side. Landing on his back, he stared up at the ceiling with burning eyes. "I've got not faith in the police to find out who did it. They hate us, so they don't care. We pay our taxes, and we deserve protection same as everybody else."
Chyna sighed and rolled onto her side. She propped herself up on one elbow. She put her other hand on his chest. "You're one of the hated elite. It pisses you off, but you'll have to get used to it. I could give you a long lecture about living a legit life, but I'm not a hypocrite. We all know what goes on in Club Evil, and we what we do anyway. We just have to get used to the fact that people are gonna be assholes about it." She leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go shower."
He groaned. "I guess I should, too."
"You can shower after me, because if we do it together, neither of us will make it anywhere before the sun goes down." She smirked, kissed him again, then got out of the bed before he could wrap his arms around her and hold her in the bed. "I'll keep a better eye out on your car, though," she told him as she walked naked towards the bathroom. "If I catch the fucker, I'll kick his ass. How's that?"
Dave sat up and laughed. He watched her taut body sway with each step. He laughed again, and said, "It's better than nothing."