Warning: Some scenes in this chapter are very graphic and are not suitable for all ages.

They were not created to offend anyone and I am terribly sorry if they do so.

Rough Times

Trish woke up that evening to the pounding of a door, it wasn't her door but she could tell that it was close by. She looked at her bedside clock and it two in the morning. The last thing that she needed was this maniac running around, banging on doors the entire night. So she grabbed her robe and threw open her door. Just before she began to yell the man turned around.

"Mr. McMahon?" Trish asked in shock. "What are you doing?"

"Where are Keira and John?" Vince asked angrily.

"Probably a third of the way to Salt Lake by now," Trish replied.

"They went to Salt Lake early?" Vince asked getting more and more irritated.

"Yeah," Trish managed to squeak out.

"God Dammit!" Vince yelled.

Trish was really beginning to regret opening her door. But felt a little bit better once she watched Vince storm off, down the hall, probably to Stacy's room.

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"Finally!" Keira yelled. "A room that doesn't move!"

"Okay, so I lied," John said laying down on the bed.

"Half an hour to three hours is a bit of a difference," Keira said stretching.

"What does it matter to you? You were sleeping," John said loosening his pants and removing his shirt.

"Are you tired?" Keira asked.

"Overtired," John replied with his eyes shut.

He felt Keira on the bed but didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Johnny…" Keira whispered into his ear.

When John opened his eyes he saw Keira on top of him with a knee on each side of his body.

"That's a nice surprise," John said reaching up to kiss her.

Keira slowly moved closer to him until their bodies were pressed together. John held her tight as he kissed her feverishly. Keira quickly tore her lips of his and moved down his body. She stopped briefly on his neck and then continued to his chest. By this time John's hands were fixed firmly on her hips and he was letting moans breakout of his mouth. He watched as Keira teased and taunted him by slowly moving lower and lower.

Then he roughly pulled her back up to his lips and held her tight against his body. Keira felt his hand feel it's way around until it found it's destination on her ass. She jumped quickly but settled down when he relaxed his grip. This time it was John who left Keira's lips to move to her neck. Keira was breathing deeply when John started to suck and bite her neckline. Every breath that Keira took just made him more boisterous. As soon as Keira couldn't take it anymore she forcefully pushed John back against the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair and wiped the sweat, that had collected, off of her forehead. Keira waited until her and John's breathing returned to normal and he had found a way around his stimulation before she got off of his lap.

They laid on the bed for a few seconds before Keira fell asleep in John's arms.

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Trish woke up with a smile on her face. The whole night she had dreamt of Blaine and how gorgeous he was. But she didn't have time to let her mind wander on the subject. She had an autograph signing in two hours and she had already woken up late.

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"Keer…" John said gently in Keira's ear.

She moved sleepily and stroked the side of the pillow before allowing herself to quickly go back into a deep sleep. John let out a quiet laugh before kissing the back of her bare shoulder, caressing her side and whispering in her ear again. This time she gave him a little groan, turned around with her eyes closed, found an opening between his shoulder and neck and nestled her head in.

John kissed the top of her head and laughed again.

"C'mon," John said shaking her shoulder tenderly.

"Not today," Keira said yawning. "I'm too tired."

"Want fifteen more minutes?" John asked her.

"Yeah," she said groggily.

"Gonna open your eyes sometime today?" John asked kissing her forehead.

She shook her head no but half way through she was already fast asleep.

John got out of the bed and went to have his shower.

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Trish got back early from her autograph signing and started to clean up the hotel room. There wasn't all that much to clean, the maids had done most of it but she did what she could and then she cleaned herself up.

She was dancing around the hotel room singing when she heard a knock at the door. She cleared her throat, checked herself once more and then went to the door.

"Hello darling," Blaine said when he saw her.

"Hi," Trish said motioning him in.

Trish and Blaine talked for hours before they decided to put a movie on. He had suggested a romantic comedy to keep the mood a light one. So as she put it in Blaine dimmed the lights. When Trish sat down on the couch Blaine sat down right beside her and slid his arm around her shoulders.

Before the movie even started Blaine kissed Trish's cheek. When she turned to look at him his lips covered hers. Trish gave in instantly. She quickly found Blaine on top of her roughly kissing her lips. She usually liked a man to be sweet and sensitive but this was kind of a turn on. He was a powerful man and he knew what he wanted.

Trish was trying to keep up with the man's power when she felt his hand on her breast. She was breathing heavily when he left her lips and began biting and sucking her neck. Then she let out a partial scream and partial moan as he squeezed her breast as hard as he could. He seemed to enjoy all the pleasurable noises that she was making so she continued to please him but they were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

"I'm going to have to take this," he said getting off of her.

"Okay," she said calming down. "I'll go slip into something more comfortable."

"Alright," he said kissing her cheek. "I'll just be outside."

Trish quickly changed into something much more provocative. Then she put on a tiny robe and walked out into the main area of the hotel room. She stopped when she heard Blaine's voice outside.

"Yes love, I'll be home in a couple days," Blaine said over the phone. "Caprice? She's with a babysitter, holding one of her temper tantrums every time I see her because I wouldn't let her go to dinner with a famous person. I'm actually at a get together right now for one of the restaurant's advertisers. Alright, I love you too."

Trish was utterly shocked. She used the wall to help her stand. When Blaine re-entered the room Trish stared at him.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked walking toward her.

"I think that you should leave," Trish said shakily.

"Why? Is something the matter?" Blaine asked.

"Get out now!" Trish yelled walking backwards.

"I really don't know what's wrong with you," Blaine said.

"You're married you sick fuck!" Trish yelled. "And you used your child to get me!"

"Minor complications," Blaine said waving it off. "Shall we get back to our evening?"

Trish's eyes were wide and filled with fear. She continued to walk backwards until she hit the wall which startled her. Blaine grabbed her arms and held them roughly behind her.

He nuzzled his nose in her ear as she resisted him.

"I love it when the women struggle," he said and kissed her ear.

Trish felt her knees buckle as he moved in to kiss her. But right before he did her wrestling instincts kicked in and she head butted Blaine as hard as she could. But became horrified when an evil look came over the once sweet man.

"You think that you're tough?" He asked shaking her shoulders.

"Let go of me!" Trish yelled.

Blaine back handed her across the room in response to her screams. Trish fell to the floor and let a few whimpers of pain out.

"Shut up!" Blaine yelled and kicked her side.

She screamed in pain and then tried to move as he got down on his knees beside her. He quickly caught her and untied her robe.

"Get out!" Trish screamed still trying to defend herself.

"I said shut up!" Blaine yelled and backhanded her again. This time her head hit the floor.

When he opened her robe he looked at her body.

"Oh my," he said touching her all over. "This could have been a fun evening if only you cooperated."

She tried to move but couldn't.

"Most of the women who I sleep with don't buy lingerie either," he said touching her again. "And black is my favorite color of lingerie."

When he moved to begin to undress her Trish reached up and pushed him backwards into the mini bar. When he hit it most of the bottles fell and broke.

"You dumb bitch!" Blaine yelled catching Trish and throwing her into the arm of the couch.

He knelt down beside her as she let out three separate screams. He slapped her after the third scream, then he grabbed her shoulders and repeatedly threw her head back and forth, hitting floor every time it went back. He stopped when he realized that she wasn't moving.

"Finally," he said letting go of her.

He scooped her up off of the floor, carried her to the bed, laid her down the way he preferred and then he began kissing the limp body.

Then there was a knock at the door. Blaine remained completely silent and the person left. He realized that he would have to work much faster to he began to undress her but was stopped when the door came crashing down.

The man lunged at Blaine, throwing him off of the bed and kicked him over and over again. When he was sure that Blaine wouldn't be a problem he wrapped Trish up in a blanket, carried her down the hall to his room and laid her down in the bed.

He watched and waited for some sort of movement but couldn't see any.

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Once again, sorry if this offended anyone in anyway.

Quick thanks to all of you who have reviewed throughout the life of this story and even those of you whohave just started. It is well appreciated. I love getting reviews and I will try to get around to reviewing yours!

Katie