Sorry it took so long. I just have been too inspired to write this lately. The others have been taking over my creativity I guess. Hope you like it. I'm not to fond of it. :(

Chapter 4

Melody stood outside the arena waiting for Mark to show up. She laughed as she saw him pull up on a motorcycle.

"I didn't know they rented motorcycle's anywhere." Melody laughed, as he helped her on.

"This won't get in the way of your not so normal clothes will it?" Mark laughed, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

For some reason, oblivious to him he sped up and drove more dangerous than he usually did with someone with him, just to get her to hold on to him tighter. He could feel her breasts plastered against his strong back and it turned him on, even with all their clothes and jackets on. He let out the breathe he'd been holding as he pulled up in front of the hotel. He informed the valet they wouldn't be long and they went to their room's to change.

Melody met Mark out front as planned and ran her hands up and down her arms as she saw him come out. He was wearing tight leather pants and a black wife beater like he used to wear in matches. She felt the breathe catch in her throat as she saw his eyes get big. She wasn't sure if that was because he was embarrassed by her clothes or because he liked what she was wearing. She was wearing a pair of tight hiphuggers, a silver chain wrapped around her mid-drift and the top of her lace underwear slightly visible above her pants. She had on a tight baby tee that stopped about mid-drift and her sun tattoo had glitter placed around it and her undertaker symbol ring from her belly button.

"Wow." Mark said, putting his hand in his pockets. "No coat?"

"I wanted to see how normal you thought I was." Melody laughed. "My father always says that I need to put more clothes on."

"I think you need to take some clothes off." Mark thought.

"Ready to go?" Mark asked.

"Sure." Melody said, hopping on the bike.

The night went by with no real excitement. Mark walked her to her room and left. No kiss, no loving words. Nothing to bad.

The next day Mark entered his locker room and found another note.

"I'll bring the handcuffs, you bring the whipped cream;

I know how you like it, I've seen it in my dreams.

Don't you want me baby;

You drive me so crazy.

Your lips are red as wine;

Your ass is oh so fine.

Your arms are so strong;

Your tattoos just turn me on.

Your eyes seem to look right through me;

Inside me is where I want you to be.

Time is about to run out;

If you don't find me, I'll no longer be about."

Mark sighed and folded the letter, placing it in his back pocket. He needed to find this out soon. He'd had a hard on for weeks because of this woman and he was so busy playing with Melody that now he'd probably missed his chance. Melody had a boyfriend, asshole or not. Mark knew he needed to start focusing on his search. He quickly set off to start a search for the woman. And when he found her, he was sure that she'd feel some pain and some pleasure.

Melody walked down the hallway toward her office and heard Mark laughing. She figured he was talking to some of the guys and turned the corner. Instead she saw him kissing Dawn Marie. He had his hands on her hips and she had her arms wrapped around his neck as she sat on top of a crate. She could feel the tears coming and turned quickly, running toward the other direction. She didn't know why she'd ever thought he'd like her. He would always see her as nothing but a baby.