Author's Note: Just don't kill me….lol. I know I've been slow to update this story but I'm still gathering ideas. This chapter is dedicated to Rawchick626, who threatened me in not so many ways that I'll get some warning shots, lol.

This chapter contains strong sexual content…

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"Good morning, sleepyhead." Dave smiled.

Trish rubbed her eyes to adjust her vision. She covered her face with her left hand to block the sunlight. "What time is it?"

"It's eight o'clock." Dave said as he got the room service breakfast ready. "How did you sleep?"

Trish shot Dave an evil look. "Yeah, like you and I really got much sleep last night."

Dave laughed. "Let me rephrase it: When you did sleep, how was it?"

Trish thought back to her dreams and a slight grin formed on her face. "Good."

"Good." Dave motioned for Trish to sit up as he rolled the breakfast cart to her. "So now you can tell me why you were mumbling."

"Mumbling?"

"Yes, mumbling. For the past ten minutes, all you kept saying was, 'What did I get myself into? What did I get myself into?"

Trish thought about a good lie. "It must've been a song lyric that's been playing in my head."

Dave wasn't buying it. "And I'm sure John and I had something to do with it, right?"

Oh shit! "That omelette smells delicious!"

"Cut the act, Trish. You kept me up all night with your mumbling about me and John."

"And something else didn't keep you up all night?" Trish winked.

Dave smiled. "You were incredible last night."

"And so were you."

"But enough with changing the subject, Patricia. What's on your mind? I know something is bothering you."

Trish stared blankly ahead past Dave. "Everything is fine, I promise."

"Good to know," Dave said as he put the napkin on his lap, "Now try saying that to my face."

Trish looked at Dave and began to speak. As she thought of yet another lie, she reminisced to another moment her and Dave shared…

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Pleasing her fans and silencing her critics always made Trish happy. Pure Stratusfaction debuted at #1 and "Follow Me" entered its 12th week at number one. Unlike the controversy surrounding her last release, much of the publicity has been favorable to Trish. She was receiving some of the highest accolades in her career and getting endorsement deals left and right.

Not only was her career on top, so was her love life. While Trish and John were dating and enjoying each other's company, they decided it was best for them to not get into anything too serious. Whenever John and Trish were available, they spent time at her many homes across the U.S. and Toronto. John occasionally flew out to surprise Trish at a concert or she'll come to a house show in a disguise. It was a great relationship and they were happy. Well, two of them were. The third party wasn't.

Dave was none too pleased with the hot romance between his girlfriend and her newest boyfriend. While Trish did hang out with Stephanie behind the scenes at Raw, the possibility of Dave seeing her were impossible—especially now that won the world title. He was constantly traveling and doing interviews when he had downtime.

While Trish encouraged Dave to see other Divas—she knew that he wasn't faithful to Tina, he damn sure wasn't going to be faithful to her—Dave remained steadfast and waited, so to speak, for Trish. And I'm just about tired of waiting, damn it.

After Raw was over, Trish retreated back to her hotel suite. She was on the phone with her manager about the upcoming activities for the month. There were a ton of award and talk shows that Trish needed to hit and her week wasn't about to get any lighter. She made it a point to see John at the Smackdown tapings the next night and leave for New York on Wednesday morning.

As Trish laid down on her bed, she couldn't help but to think how great Dave looked in the ring at Raw. How he dominated his competition and had a sophistication about him that was purely sexual. His eight-pack and pectorals were glistening with sweat. His eyes had a look of fierce determination. And the way he gave Randy the Batista bomb showed his power and raw intensity that Trish had only seen in bed. And the elevator, she smiled.

Suddenly, her cell phone went off. She rushed to retrieve it from her purse. Her heart fluttered slightly when she recognized who was calling her. She immediately put the phone on speaker.

"Hey baby." Trish smiled.

"Hey, how's my girl doing?" John said on the other end.

"Much better now that I'm talking to you." Trish said.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow night! I have a surprise for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Well, if I tell you then it won't be a surprise now would it?" John teased.

"Oh, I guess I'll wait." Trish pouted as she heard a knocking at her door.

"How was Raw tonight?" John asked.

Trish opened her door and saw Dave standing behind it. He was dressed in his casual business wear and he was holding a small white teddy bear. The teddy bear was holding a single red rose and attached to the rose was a note that said, "I Miss You."

"Can I come in?" Dave mouthed to her.

"Um, um…um…Raw was great." Trish couldn't concentrate on the hot guy in front of her and the one on the phone. She beckoned Dave to enter.

'Good, good. So what are you wearing right now?" John said.

Trish looked at Dave, who motioned for her to keep talking. "I'm wearing some dark blue flare jeans and a tight red top that says, "Diva" on it."

"Mmm…and what's underneath?"

Dave's face became more interested in the conversation as he took a seat on the sofa. He undid a few buttons and leaned back into the sofa. Trish became hot and flustered not by the conversation, but by the obvious sexual heat Dave was giving her.

"I'm wearing a g-string and a push-up bra." Trish said as she straddled Dave on the sofa.

"And what are you doing right now?" John asked.

"I'm…I'm getting ready to…you know…" She suggested.

"Can I listen?" John asked.

"Me too! Me too!" Dave teased as Trish playfully slapped him.

Trish put the cell phone down on the couch. "Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you just fine, baby."

Trish unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She picked up the phone again. "So what do you want me to do now?"

"Play with yourself." John suggested.

"No, allow me." Dave mouthed to Trish. He slipped his hand inside her panties and began playing with her clit. Dave concentrated on Trish's reaction as she began to ride his fingers.

"You like that?" John whispered.

"Oh God yes!" Trish moaned.

"Mmm…are you nice and wet for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Trish screamed as she kept riding Dave's fingers.

Dave lifted Trish's bra and shirt up to her neck and played with her nipples as she kept riding his fingers. He leaned closer and began sucking her breasts. Trish threw her head back as she was immensely enjoying the pleasure and heat.

"Mmm, baby." John was obviously enjoying Trish's moans. "I want you to play with your clit fast faster for me."

Dave shrugged and began to work Trish's clit furiously. He played with her tongue as she screamed in his mouth. She broke the kiss as she began to moan louder. "Oh God! Oh God! Yes!"

"Do you want to cum for me, baby?" John asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Trish came over Dave's fingers as her body shuddered. She collapsed on top of Dave with her cell phone still in her hand.

John waited a few moments for Trish to gather her breath and regain her composure. "Was that a good cum, baby?" He asked.

Dave removed his fingers from inside Trish as she sat up. "Yes, yes it was." She smiled as she looked at Dave, who had a huge grin on his face.