Chapter 8
"What did Stephanie get so pissed for?" Trish grumbled, sitting down on the couch again. "We were just talking."
"I've given her no reason to trust me," Hunter said with a sigh. He sat down next to her and picked up his script again. "And I'm not wearing a shirt, so she probably got the wrong idea."
"Geez, it's not like we were fucking," she said, rolling her eyes and picking up her copy of the script. "You'd think she wouldn't be so insecure."
"It's because of last time," he said. "There's no doubt in my mind that it's because of when they caught us in the shower."
"You know, that was never supposed to happen," she said, and she actually sounded apologetic. "But I'm not sorry that it happened, though."
"I never wanted to hurt her," he said, leaning back on the couch. He closed his eyes. "I can still remember that day in perfect detail..."
Flashback: Six Months Ago
Trish sat in her locker room anxiously waiting for Hunter to show up. She had to see him, she just had to. She had to be with him, He was just so strong and cocky and unbelievably bad. The Cerebral Assassin... The nickname fit him perfectly. He was dastardly and calculating and it was all such a turn-on for her...
"Where the hell is he?" Trish wondered.
Just then, there was a faint knock on her door, a very faint knock. She hurried over to the door and flung it open. It was him. Finally. She looked around quickly, and, seeing that the coast was clear, she ushered him inside and closed the door behind him.
"Where the hell have you been? You know that I don't like to be kept waiting!" Trish admonished him.
"Relax, will ya?" Hunter said, pushing her against the door...hard. "I have a wife, remember?"
"Like I give a damn," she said, placing her hands underneath his shirt so she could feel his hot, muscular upper body. "When I tell you that I want you, I expect for you to get your ass here in less than ten minutes."
"You're so demanding," he said, putting his hand on the back of her head.
"Like you don't like it when a woman as horny as I am demands that you come screw her," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Slut," he said shortly, then pushed against the back of her head with his hand and kissed her roughly. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and their tongues wrestled for control. As they kissed, he kept pressing against the back of her head with one hand, forcing the kiss to become deeper. The other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
She pulled back breathlessly and looked up into his eyes. All she could see was pure lust, and she knew that was what he saw when he looked at her, too. With a devilish grin, she ran a hand from his chest down, finally stopping to cup his manhood through his jeans. "Mmmm, someone's deliciously hard," she said, teasing him with a gentle squeeze.
"And it's all for you, baby," he replied. "That is, if you want it."
"Hell yeah I want it!" she exclaimed, pulling his shirt up to expose his chest. "Why the hell do you think I called you over here? So we could have a conversation about fucking quantum physics or something?"
"You'll pay for your sarcasm," he said lightly, grabbing her and pulling her as close to him as she could possibly get.
"When? So far today, you've been all talk and no action," she said, looking up into his eyes and licking her lips. She pressed her lips against his bare chest, then ran her tongue over his skin. Wrapping her tongue around one of his nipples, she glanced up at him. "So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he said, picking her up and starting to head for the bathroom. "That's going to be your punishment...or pleasure. How ever you wanna take it."
"You know I'll take it any way," she hinted with a little giggle. As he stepped into the bathroom, she stopped smiling. "Wait a minute. Did you lock the door?"
"You locked it. Remember you locked it after I came in?" he reminded her. He wasn't sure about that but he didn't want to waste the time to go back and double check.
"Right," she agreed, reassured. "Of course I locked it."
"Of course you did," he said, putting her down and closing the bathroom door. Immediately, they started undressing. When the clothes were all thrown in a pile on the floor, he stood back and gazed at her while she turned on the shower. "Damn, you have a beautiful body," he said with a low whistle. "Fucking beautiful."
"I know," she said smugly, looking back at him. "And look at what you're packing. God, I just want to swallow it already!"
"You're a horny little bitch," he said, shaking his head. "But that works for me."
"I know it does," she said, stepping into the shower and pulling him in behind her. "But enough talk. You said you were gonna fuck me like I've never been fucked before... Don't make promises that you don't intend to keep."
"Oh, I do intend to keep that promise," he assured her, leaning down. "I'm going to make you scream..."
Chris Jericho knocked on the door to Hunter's locker room. Just after he knocked, the door opened, and he found himself face to face with Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. He didn't really know what to say to her because they weren't all that close, but he had come on a mission. He was looking for his girlfriend.
"Hey, Stephanie," he said quietly.
"Hi Chris. Call me Steph," she replied in the same tone of voice he was using.
"Ok... Steph," he replied.
"Have you seen Hunter?" she asked him quite suddenly.
"No. I was actually coming to see if Trish was here," he answered, brows furrowing. "I mean, I know they have this storyline together, so I thought maybe..."
"That maybe they would be here working on it? Same thing I thought," she said, shrugging. "Guess not, though. Did you check her locker room?"
"Trish has a locker room?" he asked, looking surprised.
She laughed. "Well, yeah. She's considered the top diva around here, so of course she has her own locker room," she explained. "Didn't she tell you?"
"No," he said, sounding awed.
"Well, how about we both go check and see if they're in her locker room going over the script?" she suggested.
"Ok," he agreed.
They walked down the hallway in a comfortable silence, headed for Trish's locker room. Once they reached the room with her name on the door, Stephanie knocked lightly. There was no reply. Chris reached for the doorknob.
"Wait. She could be getting dressed or something," she warned.
"I've seen her naked plenty of times," he joked, giving her a lazy grin.
"Oh, right," she said, feeling dumb. "Well go ahead and open it."
The door was unlocked, so they stepped inside the room. Immediately, they could hear the shower in the bathroom going.
"So she's taking a shower. I'm going in there," he said. "Hell, maybe I'll join her."
"When you go in there, can you ask her if she knows where Hunter is?"
"Sure thing."
"Thanks."
Stephanie watched Chris walk over to the bathroom door. He opened it, and that's when they both heard them. The voices. The moans. They looked at each other, and Stephanie quickly got up and walked over to the door and stood next to Chris. They both listened.
"Oh God... Keep going, keep going," a female voice moaned.
"Like anyone could make me stop," a male voice countered.
Stephanie looked at Chris, tears already falling down her face. His face was turning red as he listened to the sounds of his girlfriend and Hunter having sex. He was getting angrier and angrier by the second. He could feel the rage building up inside more and more.
"Oooh, Hunter, Chris could never do me like this..." Trish's voice trailed off as Hunter kissed her neck as he stroked in and out of her.
"Trish, you're such a little slut. Why can't Stephanie be more like you?" Hunter asked, not slowing down.
"I'm your slut," she moaned.
"Yes, you're my slut," he grunted. "My...slut..."
Chris couldn't keep standing there at the door. He pushed the door open all the way and stalked over to the shower with Stephanie right on his heels. He pulled the shower curtain back and saw a sight that would be in his mind forever: Trish and Hunter going at it like rabbits. The front of Trish's body was pushed up against the tiles as Hunter pounded into her from behind. They were so into each other that they didn't even notice that they had an audience.
"What the fuck is this?" Stephanie asked, speaking first.
Hunter and Trish turned around in surprise and their mouths dropped, but they didn't even try to break apart. They were too caught up in the heat of passion, and to stop without finishing would mean certain death in their opinion.
"Stephanie!" Hunter exclaimed. "I'm... Um..."
"Chris, this isn't what it looks like," Trish managed to say.
"Fuck! Why are you doing this to me, you fucking whore!" Chris exclaimed. "And with him?"
"I had to...for the script," Trish answered, closing her eyes.
"And you two are still going to keep at it?" Chris asked, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Can't...just...stop," Hunter said.
"You two are fucking pathetic!" Chris yelled, turning around. He started picking up whatever he saw and throwing it. "Fucking pathetic! Playing us like this is all just a game! What the hell?" His rage was getting the best of him. It had built up inside him and was overflowing. And now, he was dealing with it the only way that he knew how: with violence.
"Let's just leave," Stephanie said tearfully to Chris. "I can't be here and watch this, and you're getting violent. Let's just leave."
"I don't wanna fucking leave! I wanna hurt them! Both of them!" Chris said angrily.
Stephanie put her hand on his arm and started to lead him out of the bathroom. "We're leaving now," she said in an her "bossy" voice. "Now let's go." Both of them took one last look over at the shower and then left in disgust, but they were both more hurt than anything...
End Flashback
"I can still remember that day, too," Trish said, leaning on his arm. "She left with him just like she did tonight."
"Yeah, I remember. I never meant for her to find out that way, you know?" Hunter replied. "I wanted to just divorce her then, but you..."
"But I wouldn't let you," she finished. "I already told you why."
"The damn plan. I know already," he said, frowning. "But this is hard for me, being married to her but loving you. I don't like hurting her, and that's all I'm doing to her."
"We have to stick to the plan," she said firmly. "I know you don't like hurting her, but you have to stick to the plan."
"I know, I know," he said with a sigh. "And I'm going to stick to the plan. But only because I lo-"
"Don't you dare say that word again," she said in a menacing voice.
"You need to hear it. I love you," he said, looking at her.
She slapped him in the face as hard as she could as tears filled her eyes. "I said don't say it! I don't want to hear you say it!"
He glared at her and softly rubbed his cheek where she had just slapped him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry," she whispered, kissing him softly. "Just please don't tell me that again..."
A/N: These people have problems. LOL!
