"There's my Princess!" Dave gleamed as he met Rae at the hotel lobby.

Rae smiled and ran to Dave, who promptly picked her up and twirled her around. While her mind and hear were playing tug-of-war with her feelings with Randy, seeing Dave made her realize that what happened in St. Louis was going to stay in St. Louis. He looked gorgeous with his cream-colored suit, although she wasn't a big fan of his new look; in which Rae coined as "the broke-ass Miami Vice version."

Dave sat her down long enough to kiss his girlfriend and give her gift of a dozen pink roses, accompanied by a small teddy bear. "I missed you terribly, Beautiful."

"I missed you, too, Dave." Rae said as she clutched the roses and bear from him. She briefly sniffed the roses and smiled. "They're beautiful."

Dave picked up Rae's bag and walked towards the elevators. "I remembered you like pink roses so I thought I'll give you some."

You're so good to me. "Thank you, baby."

Dave allowed Rae to step inside the elevator and he followed behind her. "So how was the service?"

Rae's memory instantly flashed back to what happened afterwards. There was something sweet and raw about the sex the night before, almost as if it breathed new life into her relationship with Randy. As much as she didn't want to admit it, he has been on her mind all day. "It was beautiful. Very sweet; emotional, of course, but beautiful." I am talking about the funeral, right?

"That's great to hear. He was a good man; he did a lot of things for wrestling." Dave commented.

"That he did." Rae changed the subject to Dave's first pay-per-view match of the year. "So how are things? Ready for your big match?"

"Yeah, my big match." Dave rolled his eyes. "Nothing against Ken because he's a great guy and an amazing competitor. But I was really looking forward to beating Mark's ass."

Rae smiled. For six months, all Dave could talk about how he was going to destroy Mark Henry in the ring. While the thought of how long Dave would have held the title had Mark not taken him out with his second injury was debated, there was no doubt that Dave had a bit of resentment towards Mark for ending his record-holding title run.

And just when the opportunity was there, Mark had a freak injury. Some called it bad luck. Some called it poetic justice. Whispers around WWE and the wrestling community was that Mark was going to end his contract being on the inactive roster—as what he did for the majority of his career. "Well, maybe he'll get healed enough in time…."

Dave shook his head. "That fat motherfucker is not going to heal enough in time."

Rae gasped in amusement. "Bitter, much?"

"A smidge." Dave smiled. He then pulled Rae closer to him and nuzzled her neck. His hands began to roam her body and his breathing was a little harder. "But there is one match I am anticipating this weekend."

"David…"

"Shh, Beautiful." He then stopped the elevator and lifted Rae against the wall. "Don't make me wait."

Rae closed her eyes as Dave's tongue discovered her neck. She was so grateful that she packed her concealer when she went to St. Louis. But right now, she wasn't concerned about her indiscretions or Randy. She was more focused on keeping her grip around Dave's neck as he was thrusting inside her.

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When Rae and Dave finally made it back to their hotel room, Dave wasted no time showing his girlfriend how much he missed her. When Rae and Dave first started to date, they made love practically every night. Rae being gone for four days seemed like an eternity to Dave. But he had no problems making up for lost time.

After several hours of intense lovemaking, Rae fell asleep in Dave's arms. For the first time in several hours, the only man that was in her thoughts was her boyfriend beside her.

While Rae was sleeping, Dave decided to get out his digital camera and take a picture of her. He always thought she looked angelic when she slept and that afternoon was no different. He began to take a series of pictures of her: some were in black and white; some were in sepia. He tried to be as quiet as possible while he was taking photos. If Rae knew what he was doing, there wasn't a question on whether or not he was going have to buy a new camera.

Wanting a better view, Dave slightly brushed Rae's hair out of the way for another picture. She was tossing and turning a little but she didn't notice what was happening, which made Dave all the happier. Finally satisfied with his work, he took a moment to look through the pictures before heading back to bed. All of them came out perfect and he was satisfied. But one picture stood out.

As he studied the last picture, Dave noticed there was a slight mark on Rae's neck. He couldn't quite make it out and thought it was just the camera. When he looked at Rae's peacefully sleeping body position yet again, he noticed it wasn't the camera or his shooting style. It was her.

Rae turned over to her left side and Dave walked over to her. He kneeled in front of Rae and pulled more of her hair back. He studied her neck a little and determined it must have been some sort of allergic reaction she got when she was in St. Louis.

He thought about the closest pharmacy there was in town and was about to head out to get Rae some cream. Just as he was leaving her a hand-written note, Dave looked over to Rae and noticed a brown substance on her pillows. What the hell? Dave grabbed one of the pillows and figured out it was makeup. Weird.

Hoping to make a quick run to the pharmacy, Dave quickly grabbed his hotel and rental car keys and headed to the nearest Walgreen's. He was in the ointment aisle when he was approached by one of the store workers. "Did you need help with anything, Sir?"

"I'm looking for something for my girlfriend. She has a rash right here." Dave pointed to his neck.

The store worker smiled. "A rash, huh? Well, it's a rash, try the CureAll ointment. If it's not a rash," She smiled again. "There is concealer, three aisles over."

Dave smiled. "Thanks for your help." As the store worker left, Dave began looking over the ingredients for the ointment. There were a few things that Rae was allergic to and he wanted to make sure the ointment did not make her rash worse.

Dave was heading to the check-out line when he stopped cold in his tracks. He felt stupid as the store clerk knew before he did. He licked his lips and nodded to himself once he made the realization. Rae had a rash, alright. And his name was Randy Orton.