After the kickback was done, John walked Trish back to her suite. They were holding hands and making small chit-chat.

"You have some pretty good moves out there." Trish commented.

"Well, I'm not a professional like yourself, but I can throw down." John smiled.

I bet you could. "So here I am." Trish said as they arrived at her door.

"Here you are." John said.

"Um…" Trish stood on her tip-toes and gave John a peck on his cheek. "Thank you."

John looked down at Trish. "You're welcome." He gave her a peck on her cheek as well.

As John was about pull away from Trish's face, his lips accidentally brushed against hers. Not wanting to pass up a perfect opportunity, John held Trish's face in his hands.

"Trish…"

"Just shut up and kiss me, John." Trish threw her lips against his.

For a brief moment, nothing else mattered in the world. John and Trish were enjoying what the other had to offer. The kissing felt so real, so complete—and Trish was having some difficulty remembering it was John she was kissing. Her mind kept playing flashbacks of her time with Dave and it was definitely distracting her. Shortly after the kissing began, Trish pulled away from John.

"I need to go to bed now, sweetie." Trish said.

John nodded. "Yeah, I need to attempt getting some sleep."

"I know you're going to be pretty busy this week with interviews and signings, but I would love to "hang out" with you again sometime." Trish smiled.

John leaned in for another kiss. "I would love to "hang out" with you too, Trish. Sweet dreams, baby."

"Sweet dreams." Trish said.

After John then left to go back to his room, Trish went into her suite and got ready for bed. It was already one in the morning and she was definitely feeling weary. She slipped into the bed, naked and fell into a peaceful sleep. Her thoughts were with John yet her heart was playing tug of war with Dave. Why am I still thinking about him? It's so over.

As she fell deeper and deeper into her sleep, Trish began to dream. It was a clear, sunny day. She was at Santa Monica pier and it appeared that she was holding hands with someone. She was smiling brightly and her eyes were full of love and compassion. Just as it was going to appear who Trish was dreaming about, she was awaken by Jen's moaning. As Trish listened in a little bit, it sounded like her male counterpart was once again, Randy Orton. I am never going to get any fucking sleep.

Not one for listening to live porn, Trish hurriedly put some clothing on and headed out of her room. As she walked past the living room, she was grateful that Jen and Randy were in the other room and not on the floor. Trish grabbed her key and headed downstairs. She figured that she'll give the two lovebirds an hour to do their business. She got into the elevator and decided having a late drink at the local restaurant was not going to hurt.

As Trish sat at the bar and enjoyed her appletini, she reminisced about the past couple days. She fell in lust with a married man and had a hard infatuation with a single man. Trish had to smile about the circumstances. She swore to herself over and over that after her breakup with Jeff, she would not get involved with anymore wrestlers. Too late for that one.

"You're up late." A voice sat right next to her.

Trish looked over to her right. He was dressed in all black, with his dress shirt partially opened. He had two small silver hoops hanging from his earlobes and Trish was slowly inhaling his intoxicating cologne. When don't you look good? "Good evening, David."

"Good evening, Trish." Dave smiled.

"What can I do for you?" Trish asked.

Dave laughed. "That's a loaded question, isn't it?"

"I guess it is." Trish smiled.

Dave took the initiative first. "About what happened between us…"

"It's over, remember?" Trish interrupted as she took another sip.

"Can I at least finish my sentence? Are you always this rude with someone you're sleeping with or am I just the lucky one?" Dave asked.

Trish turned her attention towards Dave. "I know what you're about to do."

"Oh really? And what is that, may I ask?"

"We're going to get in a debate about whether we should be over and you're going to tell me that I don't feel that way—when you damn well know that I do. And somehow we're going to sleep with each other. It's a clever ploy that worked on me twice…"

"Um, three times." Dave winked.

"Whatever, three times and that's it. I hope you enjoyed that fuck because it's the last one you're going to have." Trish commented.

"Are you done now?"

"Yeah, I'm done. So what is it that you have to say, Mr. Batista?"

"Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say that I really enjoyed what happened between us and I agree with you. We shouldn't see each other anymore."

What? Trish felt she had to pick her mouth off the floor. "I'm glad that you finally decided to see things my way."

"Well, I'm not going to convince you why we should be together if you're uncomfortable. I was planning to tell you this tonight at the kickback but you were a little busy." Dave smiled.

"Yeah, I was busy." Trish mumbled.

"That's all I wanted to say, Trish." Dave kissed her cheek. "I got your drink. See you around sometime." He left a bill to pay for her drink and he left the bar.

Trish watched in shock about what just happened. What in the hell just happened here? She quickly downed her appletini and she left the bar. She felt like a parent who suddenly lost her child in a mall as she was searching everywhere for him. She finally located Dave at the elevators.

"That was real cute, David." She walked up to him.

Dave shook his head. "What was real cute?"

"You can cut the act now. I know what you're doing now. You're using reverse psychology to make me sleep with you again."

"Trish, I'm not doing a damn thing. You wanted it over, you got it." Dave stepped inside the elevator.

Trish followed him inside the elevator. "Fine. Whatever. It's over."

"It's over." Dave said.

The pair was silent as the elevator climbed up the floors. Trish refused to look at Dave. Well, she was trying not to look at him. The way his body filled out his casual business wear made it hard for her to pretend he wasn't standing right beside her. She remembered what his naked body looked like and it was making her aroused just thinking about it. The way his lips nibbled on her sent her head into a tailspin. She remembered how he feasted on her core and it sent shockwaves throughout her body.

Not to mention, the pleasure Dave gave Trish as he dived into her, again and again and again. The feelings were making Trish more than a little uncomfortable. She needed Dave and she needed him now. Yet Dave was not reciprocating. His attention remained straight ahead and he didn't bother to look at Trish when he felt her gaze on him.

"Did you want to take a picture?" Dave said.

Trish suddenly pushed the stop button on the elevator. She walked over to Dave and began to unbuckle his belt. "No, but there is something that I do want…"