Chapter 4
"Why'd you want me to meet you? You know we're not supposed to be seen together," Trish admonished, folding her arms across her chest.
"I fucked up," Hunter said shortly. "I told her."
"WHAT?" Trish grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the first empty locker room they came to. She shut the door behind them and locked it. Then she turned around with a frown on her pretty face. "What'd you tell her?"
"I told her that I came up with our new storyline," he replied.
"Did you mention me? Because I did help write it," she said.
"Of course I didn't mention you," he said. "I'm not that stupid."
"You sure about that?" she asked.
"What are you implying?" he countered.
"That maybe you have a few screws loose," she said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have actually told her what you did."
"It slipped, sort of. She figured it out by herself, and when she looked at me and asked me if I did it... I had to be honest," he said. "What else could I have done?"
"Did lying ever cross your mind?" she snapped.
"I'm tired of lying to her. She's my wife," he said. "You can lie to Chris all you want to and not feel guilty, but I feel guilty every time I'm with you."
"You feel guilty?" she asked incredulously. "Funny time for you to start feeling like that."
"You don't have the right to judge me, Trish," he said. "You'd feel guilty too if you made this sacred vow before God, this commitment, and then you broke it."
"No, I wouldn't," she said. "I'm heartless, remember? That's what you like about me." She leaned up and bit his bottom lip. "That's what you love about me."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. "You're right. I do love you," he whispered.
"Whoa, whoa, that is not what I said," she argued, pushing him away. "Don't you dare twist my words that way."
"I'm not twisting your words. I'm saying my own words," he said, touching her arm. "That's why I've made up my mind. I'm going to do it."
"Do what?" she asked. She was afraid to hear his answer.
"I'm going to divorce Stephanie," he said quietly. "I'm going to call my lawyers up tonight and get the whole process started."
"You are a fucking idiot," she said, poking him hard in the chest. "You can't leave her! There are so many reasons that you shouldn't even consider leaving her."
"Name one," he said, crossing his arms and waiting for her to answer.
"We need someone on the inside. When you're with her, you're the one on the inside. We need that connection," she pointed out.
"That's not important," he said, shrugging it off. "Any other reasons?"
"And, have you forgotten who her father is? Our boss," she emphasized. "If you divorce her, everyone's going to know why, including Vince. And then we'll be as good as fired."
"So? We'll be together," he said. "And for two people in love, that's all that matters."
"You..." She pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him. "You're so crazy that you make me crazy!" She took his face and cupped it in her hands. "But listen to me, Hunter. You cannot divorce Stephanie...yet."
"Yet?" he asked hopefully. "You mean there's a chance..."
"Just listen to me. Don't do anything rash," she said in a clear voice, as if she were talking to a young child. "We have to stick to the plan, or have you forgotten?"
"The plan. It's always about the plan with you," he grumbled. "You can be a mean and calculating bitch sometimes, Trish Stratus."
"Me? A bitch?" she asked innocently, putting her arms around his neck.
"Yeah," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her as close as possible. He leaned down to kiss her, stopping when his lips were a mere inch away. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
They grinned at each other and then closed the distance between them, hungrily seeking each other's mouths...
