Ta da! I'm a working woman now, hence the long time it took for this to be up. Enjoy : )
The leggy blond grunted in effort as she forced her legs up for one last lift. Being at the gym since seven in the morning was finally taking its toll on her. Her fingers wrapped around the slick stabilizing bars as she slowly let her legs come back down. There. She had done enough reps to last her the rest of the week.
She lay there awhile, struggling to control her erratic breathing. Her eyes closed tightly as she concentrated on taking deep breathes. She almost laughed aloud. Concentrating on breathing? It seemed almost ridiculous, but as she attempted to raise herself up on her elbows, a sudden wave of nausea sent her back down.
"Okay… okay," she whispered, reaching for her water bottle on the ground. She gave a loud sigh of frustration as she discovered it was now empty. After a couple of minutes of labored breathing, she hoisted herself up on her elbows again. No nausea this time, only a slight twinge of pain in her forehead. She swung her legs to the floor and stood shakily.
She ignored the lustful glances she received from most of the men working out. Inadvertently, she quickened her pace, breathing a sigh of relief only when she closed the door to the women's locker room.
Collapsing on the hard bench, she put her head in between her hands and fought to control the feelings of despair gnawing at her. These past few days had been hell. Now she would have to put on the sweet face everyone was accustomed to in only two more days. Ever since that Monday, when Greg had caught her and Randy, things had deteriorated.
Trish had still not spoken to her. And Stacy was terrified of calling only to confirm that she never wanted to speak to her again. Still, it was making her restless to have to keep waiting for her response. And then there was Greg.
Cruel fate had them scheduled for a match right after their confrontation. He hadn't even looked at her. Rosey had sensed something was wrong, but when he asked Greg, his only words were a bitter, "There are too many liars in this company."
Stacy lifted her head as hot tears burned her eyes. How had her life taken such a horrible turn in just a couple of weeks? Her eyes skimmed the locker room, where two girls were conversing loudly about their plans for the night. How she missed that. She and Trish had been able to talk about everything, and now she could barely stand the thought of calling her.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she rummaged through her bag. Barely aware of what she picked out, she made her way to the showers.
(X X X)
He raised his arm to check his watch for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As much as he tried, he wasn't a patient man. His other hand tightly clutched a small bottle. A bottle that held immense importance and the power to get him laid. His body involuntarily twitched as he thought of her. She didn't smile, that was one of the first things he'd noticed about her. No, her lips were usually found in a frown or a sneer.
His back pressed against the wall as he heard a door open. Was that them? Yes, he could hear his accent and her higher pitched giggle. He dared a quick peek around the corner and found his arm casually slung around her waist. He shook his head in disgust. That idiot. He had something so much better in his hotel room, but instead, he was the one that would be hitting it tonight.
Waiting for the bell of the elevator, he looked around the corner again to find the hallway empty. Counting slowly to ten, he stepped out of the shadows and made his way nonchalantly to the room. He slipped his hand into his pocket and dug out the keycard she had given him. He didn't know how she had managed to get it, but that only fueled his admiration for her.
Easing the door open, he stepped inside.
(X X X)
Trish wrapped the sweater around herself tighter. She let out a deep breath watching as it disappeared into the chilly afternoon. Her fingers were already starting to feel numb and she was sure her nose could give Rudolph a run for his money. But she couldn't go in. For the past few days, her insides felt like they were being torn in two. She couldn't even count how many times she had picked up the phone to call Stacy when she had suddenly dropped it back into its cradle.
She buried her nose in the warm folds of the sweater. It smelled of Dave. Everything smelled of Dave. She wondered why she even bothered getting a hotel room of her own anymore. More likely than not, she would end up in his room or he at hers. There was nothing wrong with that. In fact, she was starting to have strong feelings for him. But she was hesitant to act on them. How did she know she just didn't appreciate him for being there for her in her time of need?
She was startled out of her thoughts as a car horn blared across the street. She had been doing a lot of that lately, drifting in and out of reality. But anywhere was better than here. Reality held such pain for her.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes. The sun was setting. It was quite beautiful, but she couldn't let herself admire such beauty when she had so much pulling at her thoughts. The only thing she knew for sure was that she needed to be alone right now. As sweet as Dave had been, he was far too great of a listener. She talked and talked and talked until her voice became hoarse. But he would only nod and regard her with a profound interest. She had found this flattering at first; no guy had ever listened to her without taking a quick break to ogle her breasts. But after a while, she wanted an opinion.
He knew practically everything about her. How she had gotten that scar on her ankle, why she rarely kept in touch with her family, and even when she had had her first kiss. But he was always so quiet. This was what made him so attractive at times, and unbearable at others. She loved the mystery that seemed to surround Dave Batista. But she wanted to know more.
She took another deep breath, the cold air stinging the back of her throat. He had gone out with Ric, and Lita had arranged to take her out for a night on the town in a couple of hours. Lita didn't know. Neither did anyone else. And she had every intention of keeping it that way. As hurt as she was by Stacy's betrayal, she would never go and snitch.
Rubbing her arms, she stood slowly. Might as well go back inside. Taking one last look out into the darkening sky, she slid the door shut.
(X X X)
Christy pulled back slowly as she let out a content sigh. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her hair was tousled from his hands, but she felt better than she had in a long time.
John returned her smile. His hand rested on her thigh as she settled against him. The lake seemed to shine just for her as the setting sun illuminated it a beautiful array of colors.
"Want my hoodie?"
She nodded as she noticed the wind getting cooler. When had that happened? When they had gone to the theater it had been pleasantly warm, and now the wind held a bite. She straightened as he tugged the hoodie over her, wincing slightly as she lifted her arm. The sling was gone now, but it was still a bitch to move. Starting her physical therapy yesterday was great according to Mark, but now she was annoyingly sore.
"How'd it go yesterday?"
Christy smiled. John had taken his role of servitude very seriously. She almost felt bad making him do so many trivial things. But she did enjoy teasing him. Like when she had told him to run hot water for a shower and then asked if he could help undress her.
On the other hand, it was frustrating as hell. Whenever things had started getting hot and heavy, she would somehow jerk her arm and end up in pain. It had been frustrating for him too. As he so politely put it, he had left her room more than once with "Very blue balls."
"Fine. Mark is such a sweetheart."
"Yea, but I hear he's married."
Christy rolled her eyes. She held no romantic interest in Mark whatsoever, but to John, if it had a penis, it was competition. She found it funny. After all, no guy had ever been as protective of her as John. At first, she had remembered that the jealous ones were insecure, but she found that difficult to believe in his case. Every time they went out he encountered a very loud, very eager fan; almost always female. They weren't that bad looking either. Then again, she was surprised if John could even see their faces as they would practically shove their breasts in his face. He would always comply with the autographs and pictures, and then he would turn to Christy and make a little comment that would usually get him a smack on the arm. So he always had plenty of options.
No, John wasn't the insecure type of jealous. He was the kind of jealous that made her feel warm inside. The kind that made her laugh and remind her she would be foolish to try to find another quite like him.
"I hear he's getting a divorce," said Christy, hiding a smirk.
"I hear he's gay," countered John, raising a brow as if to say, "what now?"
"You know he's not gay," reprimanded Christy. "Nice try though."
He captured her lips in an impulsive kiss. His hand slid to her lower back as he brought her closer to him.
"Can't help it, you got real sweet lips," he said when he pulled away.
Christy gave him a wicked look. "If you think these lips are sweet…"
John pulled her close, whispering in her ear, "dirty girl."
They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Looking up, they saw a woman, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
"Uh, are you John Cena?"
"The one and only."
"Sorry to intrude," she paused, flashing them an embarrassed smile. "But see, my little boy, he wanted an autograph."
John chuckled as he looked behind her to the young boy hiding. "What's your name?"
"Jason," came the soft reply. Christy watched as he slowly emerged from view. His hair was a mop of curls and he couldn't have been more than six years old.
"Aw, c'mon, am I that scary?" asked John. The little boy shook his head furiously, still keeping a death grip on his mother's hand.
"So why you hidin'?"
"Cuz you beat Big Show," he whispered. John grinned.
"Yea, I did kick that smelly giants butt, didn't I?" He coaxed a small smile from the little boy who nodded again. "So, you got something I can sign?"
"Mom!" He pulled on the woman's hand and she dug into her purse, bringing out an empty M&M's bag and pen.
"This is all I have."
The little boy raised himself on his tiptoes as he watched to make sure John was spelling his name right. "The first letter of my name starts with a J just like yours," he said proudly. John nodded his head as if surprised.
"There you go," said John. "Anything else I can get ya?"
Jason paused. "Well, my brother thinks she's really hot," he said motioning to Christy. "Can she sign this too?"
"As long as she doesn't put her phone number," joked John.
Christy smiled as she took the wrapper and signed it. "Does your brother think John's hot?"
He shook his head. "No, my sister thinks John is pretty."
John raised a brow. "Pretty? Sure she didn't say I was fine or somethin' like that?"
"No… she said you were very pretty," he confirmed.
"All right," his mother said, taking his hand once again. "Thank you both very much." They waved goodbye, Christy trying desperately not to laugh aloud.
"Don't say nothin'."
She bit her lip innocently. "What do you mean pretty boy?"
John looked at her sternly. "He must have gotten it mixed up; I know I'm not pretty."
"Well, I wouldn't say that," teased Christy. "You look awful pretty to me."
John's lips tightened in displeasure. "Christy…"
"In fact," said Christy, as if having a revelation. "You might be pretty enough to win the Miss America-"
Her words were hushed as he brought his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in, kissing her hard. He bit her lip as he pulled away and looked at her in disapproval.
"All right," consented Christy, leaning against him. "I won't say anything else." She let her eyes drift shut as his arms enveloped her small frame. A strong gust of wind caused her to shiver and snuggle closer against him.
"We should get back." John laid a soft kiss to her temple. "Don't want you gettin' a cold."
"Do we have to?"
"Yes," he replied as if answering a child.
"All right," sighed Christy. "You'll stay with me though, right?"
He looked at his feet. "Well, see, Torrie kinda tricked me into joining her to go see this play later on tonight and…"
Christy looked away as she attempted to hide the disappointment. "What time?"
"Bout eight." He brightened slightly. "That means we still got a couple of hours left. I could do some real damage in just three hours ya know."
Christy rolled her eyes. "It'd probably only take you three minutes." She gasped as he swept her off her feet.
"That a challenge?"
Christy couldn't help but giggle. "Give me a week and I'll see what you're really made of."
John shook his head as he started walking down the winding path, Christy snug in his arms.
(x x x)
"Do you want anything?" called Christy as she opened the refrigerator door.
"Naw, I'm straight," answered John as he sprawled on the couch.
She reached in for a bottle of water when she noticed the tab was broken. Funny, she didn't remember opening it. She dismissed the thought as she raised the bottle to her lips and took a deep gulp.
She let out a deep sigh as she leaned against the counter. What kind of water was it? It tasted a bit strange… She took another sip and put the cap back on.
She raised herself on her tiptoes as she reached to the cabinets above her. She had a lot of junk food and she was determined to make John break his eating habits. She didn't think it was right that she ate everything in sight and he had to be so picky because he wanted to maintain his physique.
She really shouldn't be complaining though. He was a guy who took care of himself and she could appreciate the effort he put into it. After all, she was the one who got to reap the benefits of his well-maintained body.
A sudden wave of dizziness overcame her as she closed her eyes tightly. She looked at the gummy bears in her hand. Damn they were bright. She leaned against the counter, as she felt her heart speed up. She let out a deep breath. Was it getting hot in here?
Shaking her head, she turned back to the candy. An unexpected feeling of bliss overcame her. She wasn't hungry anymore. She opened the cabinet and shoved the food to the back. In fact, she felt like sprinting a marathon. Her lips curved upward as she made her way to John who was watching TV.
She reached out just in time to catch herself as she almost tripped.
"You alright?" Making his way to the kitchen, he encountered Christy, her hair sprawled everywhere as she nodded. She lifted her head but brought her hands to her eyes quickly.
"Turn off the lights!"
He gave her a strange look as he flicked the kitchen lights off. The room was illuminated only by the television in the other room. All of a sudden, he heard her giggling.
"What's so funny?"
Christy bit her lip as he came closer to her. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him and thrust her hips into his crotch.
"You're sooo hot." He noticed a slight slur in her voice, but before he could say anything, her lips were on him. She pried his mouth open and shot her tongue inside forcefully, all the while pushing her hips against him.
His surprise faded as he placed his hands on her hips and responded to her. She broke the kiss abruptly and went to his neck.
He gritted his teeth as she bit the sensitive skin. His fingers pressed into her waist as she continued. He was about to tell her to stop when she let her hand wander down and grip him hard.
Letting out a hiss of air he took her hand and moved out of her grasp.
"Damn, baby, I'm not made out of steel ya know."
Her only response was a soft moan as she pressed herself against him again. John ran his hand down her back. His expression turned puzzled. She seemed warm. Too warm.
"You feelin' alright?"
She didn't answer, instead reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
"Yo, babe, you sure you wanna do this now?" He took her arms and forced her to meet his eyes.
"You don't want to?" she asked, a hurt look flashing in her eyes.
"Naw, naw, I didn't mean that, all I'm sayin' is that, well, your arm is still-"
"You don't want me."
"You sure you alright?" asked John again. He went to take her in his arms but she pushed him away.
She let out a sob as tears appeared in her eyes. "You don't want me," she repeated, her words slow. She gritted her teeth as she shook her head.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Go away!" she yelled suddenly. She brought her hands to his chest to push him away but only succeeded in angering him. Before she could stop him, he took her hands and held them tightly.
"Did you take some medication or something?" he demanded. This was getting strange. Just a couple of minutes ago, she had been fine, but now she was acting like she was on drugs.
"Go," she repeated. She continued to grind her teeth. "You never wanted me, did you? Just go away. I don't care if you don't like me."
John's eyes narrowed. Something was definitely wrong here. If she could say that he never cared for her after all he had done these past few days, there was a problem.
"No, I don't care about you," he retorted. "After spending all this time with you, trying to get you better, I don't care. Do you think about what the hell you're saying?"
Christy let out a loud sob as tears flooded her eyes. "Leave me alone John! Just go away." She wrenched her hands out of his grasp and stumbled away from him.
John watched her with a look of disbelief on his features. He caught her just as she was about to fall again.
She jumped out of his hold with so much force, he was stunned. "I want you out!" she screamed. Her whole body shook and he could see a fine sheen of sweat on her skin.
"Fine!" returned John just as loudly. His jaw tightened as he walked past her. If she wanted to act like a dumbass, that wasn't his problem.
"Next time you want somethin' done, don't come bitchin' to me." He slammed the door as he stalked away from her room.
(X X X)
Randy Orton wasn't feeling so good.
It wasn't that he was sick, physically he was fine. His head was clear, his stomach settled, nothing sore. No, it wasn't anything on the outside…
A growing feeling of discomfort kept pulsing throughout his entire body. He was lying on his back, his head propped up on a pillow as he watched Maria step back into her dress.
"They told me I would be doing interviews, but I havn't even gotten to interview the people I like!" His eyes closed at the sound of her high voice. Why did they ever give her a microphone ? It would have been so much better if they just put her in skimpy outfits and have her prance around the ring. Nooo, instead they had her talking.
"I mean, all the guys I've interviewed are icky." She made a face. "Like Tajiri? I couldn't understand a word he said! And besides," she pouted, "he's not hot."
Randy rolled his eyes. Was that seriously all she cared about? Everytime she opened her mouth, she was talking shit about someone else. She also opened her mouth for some other things, but those times he didn't mind as much.
"Oh my God," she started dramatically. "What is up with Victoria's hair these days? I mean, it looks like a birds nest." She ran her fingers through her own hair. "I mean, if I were her, I would do everything possible to make myself look better."
Randy reached to retrieve his Rolex from the nightstand. It was already getting late and he had no intention of listening to Maria rag on all the women on the roster. He was abut to tell her to hurry up and get dressed when she said something else.
"And Stacy? I mean, I thought she was skinny before, but she looks like a skeloton now." She shrugged carelessly as she bent forward to retie her shoes. "She had a pretty nice butt before, but now she has no curves. And Candice told me she completely ignored her last time she tried to be nice to her. What a bitch."
"Can you get out already?" snapped Randy.
"All right baby." She smiled as she leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. He didn't respond and she pulled away, letting her fingers trail down his chest. "Call me if you get frisky during the night." She gave him a wink and flounced out of room.
Randy brought the back of his hand across his mouth harshly to wipe away her lipgloss. For some reason, everything about everyone was annoying him. Last time he was with Candice, the way she would moan resembled nails on a chalkboard. Now, Maria's touch would almost make him cringe. And that one girl he had slept with three days ago, what was her name again? Monica? Marilyn? Whatever her name was, he had been tempted to ask if she had ever heard of doing squats to tighten her ass.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair. It hadn't helped that Maria had been tugging on it just a couple minutes before. But he didn't feel like doing anything about it. He settled deeper on the bed. Maybe all he needed was a good nights rest.
No, his head was too jumbled. For the strangest reasons, he had been thinking about the most random things. Like yesterday, just as he was attempting to fall asleep, he had remembered Charlene.
When he had been a sophmore in high school, he had made out with her, promising not to tell anyone about it. The next day he had bragged to anyone who would listen about how she had practically begged him to fuck her. She had transferred schools the following week.
But why was he remembering all this now? What the hell did Charlene have to do with anything in his present? His blue eyes fluttered shut as he let out a low growl. He wasn't used to not being in control. If there was one thing Randy Orton needed, it was control. Over everything and everyone. It had been that way for a while, and he didn't want anything to change.
The suns rays shone in his eyes, making him turn away. His entire body was itching.
"Fuck," he snarled under his breath, getting up. If he stayed here any longer, he was going to explode. He turned on the bathroom lights as he reached in to start the water. Suddenly, he could smell Maria all over him. Her sweet perfume seemed to invade his lungs and he had an indescribable urge to wash her off.
(X X X)
Her head nodded slowly as she heard him describe his actions.
"So I went in after they left and put it in everything." He was trying desperately to control the impulse to fling her on her back and take what she had promised. But she had insisted on going over everything in painstaking detail.
"What do you mean, everything? Like what?" Her lips twisted into a scowl. "I don't want a damn summary, I want it all."
"I put it in all the beverages I could find. Orange juice, water bottles, and this weird organic crap she had." His eyes swept over her skimpy attire. Her breasts were overflowing from her small tank top and he had to sit on his hands to keep from tearing it off her.
"Okay," she said thoughtfully. "Are you sure no one saw you?"
He shook his head. "There was no one in the hallway when I went in and no one when I came out."
She nodded slowly, her foot tapping on the carpeting. "So you're sure this stuff is effective?"
"Yes, I got it from a friend who knows this stuff inside out. She'll be fucked up for at least four hours. And it might even go longer than that."
Torrie let a small smirk arise in her features. As long as he was sure no one would see him, everything was going as planned. Her eyes returned to the man sitting in front of her, his expression one she knew well.
"You wanna do it now?" Her voice was bored, already knowing the answer. She was surprised he could sit still with all the panting he was doing.
"Yea," he replied quickly.
She raised a brow disdainfully. Looking down at his impatient expression, she rolled her eyes. "Make it quick," she commanded. She lifted her arms to take her shirt off. He sprang up from his seat and stood in front of her.
"Listen, Ken," she started as he slid the skirt down her legs. "I don't want this getting around, so you need to keep your mouth shut." She cupped his chin and looked into his eyes. "Got that clear?"
He nodded, his fingers around her back to unclasp her bra. "Sure, whatever you say."
Torrie sighed as she took a seat on the couch.
"You want me on top or bottom?"
(X X X)
Randy looked impeccable. But that was to be expected, wasn't it?
He smoothed his hands over the button down shirt, making sure to leave the first few buttons unbuttoned. His reflection stared back at him in the mirror. He looked like he was ready to go out and have a great time. His lips turned down. What the hell was he dressing up for? He wasn't going to see anyone special.
He turned away from the mirror angrily. He didn't even know why he was going to Stacy's room in the first place. Or why he felt like he had to make an effort about his appearance. Even as he was thinking this, his eyes strayed to the mirror once again.
Finally, after making sure his collar was straight, he walked out, shutting the door quietly after him. He pocketed his keycard, heading for the elevator. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he waited. He was feeling nothing. It was a strange mood to be in. Neither excitement nor apprehension fit. There was no anger, no happiness. There was nothing. It was almost enough to scare him, but he had steeled himself against feeling any degree of fear.
He was jerked out of his thoughts as the door opened. Stepping inside, he ignored the older woman giving him a once over.
"Headed out?"
He gave a curt nod, hoping she would get the hint. He had never gotten into the habit of making small talk with women and he wasn't about to start now.
"In my day, we used to go out earlier." She gave him a stern look.
"Those times have passed," he muttered loud enough for her to hear.
"Well, I suppose you're right. But you only have yourself to blame when you get a disease. Or if you have a little rug rat running around. I remember my mother wouldn't let me go out with a boy past seven." She shook her head. "And now all the dates start at midnight. My daughter wanted to stay out late, but I never let her. And she turned out fine; she didn't get pregnant."
Thankfully, the bell rung at that moment.
Randy stepped out and looked back over his shoulder. He smirked cooly. "I use rubbers."
The women's eyes widened but before she could reprimand him, the doors closed.
Randy's eyes rolled at the thought of someone trying to teach him a valuable life lesson. He knew exactly what he was doing. If he ever wanted feedback, he would ask for it.
His hand rapped on the door as he reached her room. A slight feeling of something (anticipation?) twinged in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it away as his face settled into the bored, condescending expression he had perfected over the years.
The knob jiggled and opened slowly. Randy's breath caught in his throat as he saw Stacy's eyes stare back at him.
"Yes?"
He regained his composure and answered with an air of arrogance. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?"
He could see the battle going on behind her eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she seemed to give up and stepped aside to let him in. He brushed past her, breathing in the sweet scent that always seemed to surround her.
He glanced around the room to see a small lamp lit up beside the couch. Walking over, he picked up the open book she must have been reading before he came.
"Green Mile?"
She nodded. She reached for the book, her fingers brushing softly against him. There went that damn twinge again. He pushed it away and raised a brow as she turned her back to him to set the book on the coffee table. Maria was right. She seemed a lot skinnier now. Her cropped shirt showed off her flat stomach, but it almost didn't seem healthy.
"You feeling alright?" He regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth. What did he care how she was feeling?
A flash of anger crossed her eyes, but disappeared quickly. Instead, she responded with a soft laugh. "I'm doing great. How 'bout you?" A note of bitterness hung in the air, but her eyes held none of the sharpness he was so used to seeing.
He shrugged. "Aw, you know. Doing alright I guess." His posture was relaxed, but inside he was taking notice of her every action. She nodded slightly, not meeting his eyes.
"Have you talked to Trish?" Once again, he should have bitten his tongue. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't care about anyone but himself.
Her lower lip seemed to tremble at the mention of Trish's name and he was afraid she was about to start crying, but she only shook her head.
"No," she said almost inaudibly. Without thinking, he stepped closer to her. She seemed to flinch, but stayed still. His hand reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and she cleared her throat.
"I don't know why she's so mad," he murmured. "Its not like she didn't do the same thing."
She stepped back out of his grasp. She hugged herself as if cold and Randy couldn't help thinking how helpless she looked.
"That's not the point and you know it." She met his eyes for a split second before looking down. "Thanks to you and your dick my life isn't that great right now."
"You're not gonna start yelling about that again are you?"
Stacy let out a short laugh. "I don't have the energy Randy." She looked at him sadly. "I give up."
Her words seemed to strike a nerve. "Give up on what?" he asked almost angrily. "You need to tell her to stop making such a big deal about this. She's fucked me and a couple of other guys. Isn't it a bit hypocritical of her to get mad at you?"
Stacy stayed quiet. Her silence only fueled his growing anger.
"What the hell is so wrong? You had sex," his voice rose almost to a yell. "People have sex all the time." His hands gripped her arms to force her to meet his eyes.
She looked at him drearily. "I had sex with the guy who sleeps with girls to break their hearts."
His hands dropped. What could he say to that? He knew it was true. He had always been proud of his past. But at that moment, with Stacy's gaze seeming to look past him, he felt uncomfortable.
"I'm not apologizing for anything," he finally declared. She offered only a halfhearted shrug.
"I know you're not sorry for what you did." She let her fingers run down her arm softly. "So why did you come here?"
Her question threw him off guard. Truth be told, he didn't know himself why he came here. But her utter lack of emotion was making him livid. Where was the Stacy that had punched him just a couple of days ago? The Stacy that had yelled she didn't care if she ever saw him again? All that stood before him now was a soft-spoken blond who didn't care about anything.
He stepped close to her again and gripped her arms. Damn it, she was looking at him whether she liked it or not.
"So you don't care about anything?"
Her eyes shone with tears as she closed them momentarily. "What do you want from me?"
Her raspy voice sent a tremble from his fingertips straight to his gut. A sudden flash of cruelty coursed through his body as he tightened his hold on her.
"I already got what I wanted from you Stace."
She nodded slowly, not showing the least bit of anger at his malicious remark.
"Then leave me alone." Her face lifted to his as her eyes shined in earnest. "Please just leave me alone."
Her warm breath washed over him. Before he had a chance to think, his lips lowered to hers.
His tongue traced her lower lip slowly, as if asking for permission. She didn't pull away, but she didn't respond. Her body was still as he pulled her against his chest, his lips never leaving hers.
No words were spoken between them as he stepped back and lifted her shirt over her head. She was biting her bottom lip and looking away into the distance, as if trying to imagine herself anywhere else but here.
Her vacant attitude only served to increase his desire to make her respond to him. No woman had ever been bored with him before; Stacy wouldn't be the first.
The dim light cast by the lamp was soft enough to hide the dark circles under her eyes. It was enough to hide the hurt and despair only partly masked. The light only accentuated her body, now clad only in a pair of baggy sweatpants and bra.
"Stacy." His breath came hoarsely. His hands gripped her waist tightly, reveling in her small whimper of pain. His fingers only tightened as he pulled her against him to feel exactly what she did to him.
"See?" he said against her ear. "Look at what you do to me Stace. And you expect me to give a damn about the other girls?" He snorted. "No chance in hell."
Her only response was a stifled sob as she buried her head against his neck. His fingers tangled in her hair as he jerked her back to expose her neck to him. He began to suck hard, knowing the kind of marks he would leave behind.
"Stop," she pleaded softly. Her eyes closed tightly as tears squeezed out. "Randy, please?"
A fire blazed inside him. He didn't answer her. Instead, he turned her around, her back resting against his chest. Gripping her thighs, he began to walk, forcing her stumble in front of him.
"If you don't want to do this," he whispered in her ear. He paused as his hand went inside her sweatpants, underneath her panties. "Why are you so wet?" A triumphant smirk crossed his face as he reached the foot of her bed. He took her shoulders and forced her down.
Stacy gritted her teeth as hard as she could to restrain the cry of despair bubbling inside her. Her stomach fluttered as she felt him placing soft kisses along her abdomen. Without wanting to, she felt herself squirming.
Another smirk crossed his face as Randy ran his hand lightly over her. His hand traced along her neck, down her collarbone, brushing against her bra. They went further down, to gently nudge her sweatpants lower. Her hips lifted as he slid them down her long legs, his groin tightening with every passing second.
He lowered himself on his elbows, placing his body right over her. Her eyes were still closed tightly. He almost wanted to tell her to open them, but for some reason, words didn't seem right at the moment. So he kept his mouth shut, opening it only to place kisses along her entire body. He sucked more gently now on her collarbone. The marks he had made were already there, almost glaring at him so as to make him feel guilty.
He rested his weight on one arm as his other went to quickly untie his belt. He slid his pants and boxers down his legs enough to free himself. He was throbbing by now, and he was sure it showed. He hooked his finger into her panties and slid them down only far enough so he could do what he needed to do.
He entered her gradually, almost slowly enough to drive him insane, but it felt so good at the same time. He rested inside her for a minute, thriving on her warm walls wrapped so deliciously around him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back and thrust into her.
A loud sigh escaped him as he thrust into her again. Her back arched as her hips met his thrusts eagerly. Her eyes where still closed, however. It somehow took away from the pleasure, but he forced himself to push the thought away. What the hell did he care if her eyes were closed or not? He was getting exactly what he wanted right here wasn't he?
A trickle of fury seemed to take hold of him slowly as he increased his pace. In the dim light the setting sun provided, he could see her face wet with tears. He grunted as he thrust harder. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed harder against her. She only released a faint moan. Randy's fingers dug into her skin as he pulled her closer.
He felt himself building up as he bit his bottom lip. She threw her head back as she let out a moan that sent shivers up and down his spine. Her walls tightened around him as he suddenly came. Exhaustion took over him as he fell at her side, breathing hard.
His eyes closed as he heard her. She had turned her back to him, drawing her knees up to her chest. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye to find her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. A sudden sense of shame came upon his so suddenly, he felt like a noose was tightening around his neck.
He shot up, almost tripping with his pants still around his ankles. He bent down and pulled them up, fumbling desperately with the belt. The air suddenly felt thicker. After what seemed like hours, he managed to pull his pants on. As much as he tried to fight it, his eyes were dragged to Stacy's small body, curled up at the foot of the bed. Her soft sobs were gone now, and it almost seemed like she was sleeping. He resisted the urge to place a soft kiss to her temple; that would have been too much.
Instead, he turned his back on her and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
(X X X)
Trish let out a frustrated sigh as she twisted around to look at the clock.
It was already half past. Her arms crossed across her chest as she leaned against the couch again. Her eyes glazed over as she stared listlessly at the figures on the screen. Her index finger pushed the small button and the screen went black. No use in wasting electricity if she held no interest in the program.
She twirled a lock of blond her around her finger. Dave was still out with Ric. Doing whatever guys did. At first, she had wanted him to go; she felt like she needed time alone. But now that she had had time alone with her thoughts, she thought she was going to go crazy. She had almost felt like screaming when he had told her in such a careless tone that he and Ric were going to stay out later then previously planned.
No, instead she had forced a sweet voice and said it was alright with her. She didn't actually have a right to tell him to come back. She wasn't his wife, and she didn't even know if he would consider her anything more than a close buddy whom he occasionally made out with.
Her small hands balled into fists as she pounded the pillow besides her. She hated brown anyways. Without even thinking about it, she hurled the pillow across the room. Damn Lita, she hadn't even called to tell her she was going to be late.
Finally deciding she couldn't take the silence, she put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. If Lita wasn't picking her up, then she would just go to her room.
She locked the door and slipped the keycard into her purse as she made her way to the elevator. Pressing the button, she continued twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.
Her stomach dropped when the elevator doors opened. Hesitantly, she stepped in, scooting as far away from him as possible.
She watched carefully. He hardly seemed to notice she was there.
"Trish."
She flinched at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. She hadn't talked to him in such a long time, and she never thought she would again.
"Randy."
He shook his head, still not looking at her. Her stomach was in knots and she had to grip the railing to make sure she wouldn't try to run out of the elevator.
"What are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?"
Finally, his clear blue eyes rested on her. But there was something new about him. It almost seemed like he had aged. Not in appearance, hell, he looked as good as ever. But his smirk wasn't plastered on his face.
"You think you're gonna talk to Stacy anytime soon, you hypocrite?"
Her face paled at his words. "It's none of you business, you ho," she managed to retort.
His lips curled up in disgust as he turned away from her, as if suddenly deciding she wasn't worth his time. "You still think you have all the right to be mad at her don't you?" He didn't let her answer as he continued. "You fucked me too, Trish, so I don't see the problem." He turned back to her. "You of all people should know what a charmer I am."
"Shut up," said Trish lowly. She had hoped to never speak to him again. To have to talk about this, in such a small place, was enough to make her want to scream every bad word in the dictionary at him.
The doors opened, and to her immense relief, he moved to step out. However, he placed his hand on the door to keep it open. His blue eyes bored into hers, until she felt like he could read her mind.
"You're fucking her up, Trish, and if you were really her friend, you would understand." He shook his head as he walked away.
Trish cleared her throat as she felt her face growing hotter. Why would he even talk to her about this? What possible reason did Randy have for talking to her about anything else except having more sex?
Her confusion still lingered as she walked out of the elevator and made her way to Lita's room. She had her hand poised to knock, when suddenly, Lita came barging out.
"Trish!"
"Lita!" Trish exclaimed, barely catching herself as she almost fell over. Lita took her hand to help steady her. "What's wrong?" asked Trish, suddenly noticing the worried expression on the redhead's face. Lita swallowed hard.
"I was about to go pick you up," she started. "And I thought maybe we should invite Stacy or something, cuz that girl looks like she hasn't eaten in months." Trish's shoulders stiffened at the mention of the other blonde's name. Lita, however,didn't seem to notice as she continued.
"So I went to her room, but the door was unlocked. I went in and I was calling her name, but she didn't answer. I was about to leave when I thought to look in the bedroom." Lita paused as she shook her head, a frown marring her features. "She looked asleep, so I tried to wake her up, ya know?" Trish nodded for her to continue.
"And she wouldn't wake up! I mean, I was yelling at her almost, and then I turned on the lights," Lita closed her eyes briefly before fixing Trish with a gaze that made her heart stop.
"Trish, she looked like she was dead or something. I called Vic, cuz her dad's a doctor, and she told me there was something wrong and-"
"Wait," interrupted Trish. "Where is she?"
Lita wrung her hands as she took a deep sigh.
"Stacy's in the hospital."
