Here we go! My favorite chapter so far..a lot is revealed about the past. Once again, THANK YOU all so much for reading this! I'm surprised at how many fans I've got. blush I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter! Please take the time to review..or else, I'll sue. lmfao. :)

Chapter Eleven: "His Sins of the Past"

She felt his eyes burning into her, with such a passion that it made her tremble with discomfort. Never had a man looked at her like he did. Never had a man's eyes been so dark with lust. He watched her every movement like she were a painting on display, never once turning to focus on anything else. At first, it was but an honor to be watched like that, especially when the eyes belonged to Randy Orton. But when it became more frequent, well that's when it began to alarm her. This was her best friend's fiancé, the man Stacy Keibler loved more than anything else in the entire world. How dare she even continue to move the way she did, just to see him crawl in agony at her swaying curves. She'd pretend that his eyes weren't stripping her naked and move her body in ways that made him hard with anticipation. Seeing him lick his lips and shift frequently in his seat gave her such a high. What she wouldn't give to feel his body up against hers, moving his hips to her rhythm, whispering forbidden words in her ear. She'd longed for friend's beau for much too much and seeing Randy's growing interest in her was like a wild dream being fulfilled before her very eyes. He wanted her..she could taste it on her tongue..he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him..

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Trish's eyes fluttered open to be greeted by an overwhelming brightly lit room, the morning sunlight sneaking in through the sheer, white curtains. She blinked out the light, turning on her side to face the sleeping figure beside her. A smile crept across her lips as she studied every little detail of his face. Her fingers traced gentle circles around his bellybutton, her nails following the pattern of the intriguing tattoo. Trish watched Dave's chest rise and fall, the calming breaths that escaped his lips sending shivers down her spine. His presence was unlike anything else in the world. She could stay like this forever..just laying beside him, watching everything he did. It was like a simple paradise. Trish swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she blinked back tears. She couldn't believe, after all the pain of waiting for this, that she was finally here.

"Mornin' baby," Dave whispered, opening his eyes partially to study her. Trish smiled sheepishly, the fingers that had once been caressing his abs, now wandering to his neck as she slid next to him, all the while leaving wet kisses up his body. "Mmmm," he growled, his large hands pulling her up on him. "That's what I love to wake up to."

"How did you sleep?" she purred, nipping softly at his tender olive skin.

"As well as I could." Dave ran his fingers through her messy blonde hair, smirking when his hands got tangled in the soft locks.

"I just woke up, okay? You don't expect me to be perfect all the time!" Trish hissed, grinning as she bit down on her lip. She leaned down to kiss him tenderly, only to be cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing loudly into the silence. Her eyes scanned him with question as he stared at the name on the caller ID.

"It's Angie." With a raise of his eyebrows, Dave flipped open the phone, attempting to answer his wife's call with the most innocent voice he could muster. Trish shrugged nonchalantly, tossing her leg over him to allow her access onto his body. She ran her nails down his abs as she watched him talk. Nothing made her giggle like the feeling of him shiver under her simple touch..and the feeling of him going hard under her, as she straddled him. Trish swirled her tongue around his exposed nipple, enjoying the sight of watching him squirm to hold back a moan. Teasing him brought her an unsurpassable joy. But her joy was short lived..the sudden expression on Dave's face made her heart skip a beat. "I'll see you in a few." He hung up without another word, the blank look in his eyes making the Canadian nervous.

"What!" Trish asked sharply.

"Angie's..uh..stopping by in a few days."

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Night had fallen over the city like a sheet of darkness, leaving all but a few stars visible in the clouded sky. These were the nights that Stacy loved..the nights when she could smell rain in the air. Maybe it wasn't wise to be out walking but the last thing she wanted to do was head back to the hotel. Although all her girlfriends were there, one person was keeping her from running back. John Cena. She hadn't forgotten the last stunt he had pulled..nor had she faced him since then. To be completely honest, he didn't exactly do anything. But in Stacy's mind, he had..just being that close to her was like a life threatening crime. After all they'd been through over the course of the past, he had the nerve to practically kiss her. Stacy sighed aloud into the evening air, turning her eyes up into the sky as if it were her saving grace. Why did things have to become more complicated with each passing day? And now, to top all her problems with John and Randy, she now had to meet up with Torrie. As much as she didn't want to do this, she needed answers. Her former best friend still had secrets. Stacy let out a low growl as she continued to pace the streets. Did she really want to know the secrets that had been hidden from her for so long? Wouldn't it be better to not know..wouldn't it be better to forget it all?

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John stared into the mirror that sat before him, watching the beautiful reflection that kept pacing back and forth behind him. He studied the look of panic on her face as she ran from side to side, throwing her things desperately into random gym bags. A chuckle escaped his lips as he continued to watch her, finding humor in the blank looks she sent his way.

"Stacy, relax..we don't have to be at the airport until noon..it's only ten thirty," he laughed, taking one of her trembling hands in his. The leggy blonde let out a shaky sigh.

"I know, John..but tonight I'm meeting up with Torrie..you know how nervous I am about this." Stacy dropped helplessly next to him on the bed, falling back onto the pillows that she had slept on the night before.

"I know, Stace. But look at it this way, once you're done talking with her, you get to meet up with me and the rest of the gang," John smiled, squeezing her hand affectionately, his baby blue orbs sparkling in the morning light. Stacy glanced over at him, her eyes dark with worry.

"I wish that could help me feel better about this," she whispered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Time seemed to move slower than ever. It felt as if the day were never going to end. And although Stacy was happy that she didn't have to face Torrie just yet, she wanted it to be over more than anything. She clung onto John's hand the whole flight, knowing that once this plane made it into the San Francisco airport, that she was going to have to face the reality she'd tried to hide from.

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Trish paced the room obsessively, moving in a repetitive pattern that made Dave dizzy. He tried to keep his eyes on her twisted features but it was almost impossible. She'd been in an unreadable mood ever since Angie's phone call. She was either pacing or rambling incoherently as if she had lost her mind. Trish stopped moving and fell onto the bed beside him, burying her face into the soft comforter, letting out a muffled scream.

"Why the fuck is she coming!" Dave leaned back onto his elbow to look into her face. His lips twisted into a frown at the thought of having to face his wife after he'd made love to Trish.

"I wish I knew, baby." Trish crawled up against him, pressing her ear against his chest to listen to the beating of his heart. There was something about the sound that made her feel so calm and so safe.

"What are we gonna do?" she whispered, genuine fright shining through dark eyes. Dave squeezed her tenderly, his lips finding their way to her neck, soft kisses being pressed against her creamy skin.

"We've got a few days to think this over."

"All I know, Dave, is that I don't want to see her. I don't want to look at her." Trish's face turned sour at the thought of seeing the woman that still had Dave's ring, the woman who had given birth to his daughters. The very thought of her made Trish sick. What she wouldn't give to be the one who had carried his children, the one he vowed to spend forever with. And although, she had him, she didn't have all of him..and it was killing her.

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Torrie stared at the ceiling as if it held all the solutions to her current situation. Here she sat in the most oppressing silence that had ever hung over her. This was it. This was the night that she had to face what she'd done. But she wasn't ready. She could still hear Randy's whispered words as if they were yesterday..

"I'll keep your dirty little secret if you keep mine," he hissed into her ear, his hot breath setting her every nerve on fire. Her knees buckled under her as she clung to his arms for support, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she attempted to block out his beautiful features.

"I can't.." she cried, shaking her head in rebellion. Randy let out a threatening growl, his usual crystal blue orbs turning black in anger.

"You'll do it," he snapped, taking her face roughly in his hands. Torrie trembled against him, reaching out to grab him, this being her only way of standing.

"I c-can't to that to Stacy," she sobbed, sudden agony washing over her like a sheet of ice cold rain. "Please, Randy, don't do this." He watched on with pleasure as she begged, her tears setting off a fire deep inside of his body. Randy grabbed at her hair roughly and forced her neck back, giving him access to the tender skin. He bit down ungraciously, growling in approval at the moan of pain that arose from deep inside of her.

"Then I tell Stacy what I overheard..you wouldn't want your best friend to know how much you desire her fiancé? Or how badly you want to fuck me senseless, hm? Do I make you wet, Torrie?" Randy rubbed up against her trembling body, the heat that penetrated off of his body driving her absolutely insane. He was right..everything he said was true. But she couldn't do this to Stacy, not to be best friend, not when she was to marry the man that was now nipping ferociously at the tender area behind her ear. But she couldn't help but surrender the second his lips met hers, sealing her fate that she would be his, and his alone..

Torrie shivered at the memory that was both erotic and haunting. If only Stacy knew the things that he did to her late at night when he was supposed to be in her arms..or the things he'd whisper to her in the heat of passion. She didn't want to think about it..but she had to face it..and the time was coming. She could see Stacy approaching the table where she sat, her features proof of just how nervous she was. Torrie's insides her churning in discomfort..this was it.

"Hi Stace.." she squeaked, blinking rapidly as she studied her former friend's face.

"I don't expect that you brought me to this restaurant for a lovely dinner," Stacy said, smirking in spite of it all. Torrie smiled meekly, her hand flying up to finger a few loose strands of hair, this being the habit she'd picked up when she was nervous. "So talk..I've waited long enough for answers and I don't want any small talk..just the raw truth." The Idaho native flinched..she had been afraid of this.

"What do you want to know?" she breathed, holding Stacy's gaze for no longer than two seconds before she looked away. The leggy blonde snorted in amusement.

"Oh, that's cute. What do you think I want to know? Why?" Although Stacy wasn't totally clear on what she meant by "why?", Torrie knew exactly what she meant..and she braced herself. The truth was never easy to hear.

"Why? Why did I do it?" she thought aloud, gripping at the table for support. This was it..and with a deep breath, she began. "It all started when I began to develope feelings for Randy, despite the fact that you two were to be married. And when I started to envy you..oh, I despised everything about you. Your popularity, your good relations with the Creative, all the airtime you got..and especially, the fact that you had Randy." Torrie kept her eyes shut as she went to continue. "I hated seeing you hold him..I hated you. So..one day, after you came to me and gushed about how he proposed to you, I lost it..I let everything out to my sister over the phone..and guess who overheard?"

"Randy.." Stacy whispered aloud, her eyes narrowed in both intrigue and pure hatred. Torrie nodded meekly before continuing.

"He heard how I felt about him..and he heard how much I hated you..and he used it against me. Randy Orton used my darkest secrets to get me..and he made a proposal of his own to me..and it was the most vile thing I'd ever heard."

"What was it?" Stacy asked hoarsely.

"He..he.." Torrie paused, trying not to lose her composure. "He had been watching me with interest for such a long time. So, he took his chance..he knew how much you meant to me, even though I envied you. And Randy used it against me. He used the fact that he'd heard everything I didn't want you to know against me..he forced me into sleeping with him." Silence followed her words. Stacy's eyes were wide with horror, hot tears beginning to well in her hazel orbs.

"I don't believe you!" she hissed, wiping at her eyes. "I can't.." she whispered, trailing off. Torrie hung her head in shame, one slow nod of her head being all that Stacy needed to see that this was the painful truth. "Wh..how could he?" she sobbed, her stomach filled with what felt like lead. "He loved me!" Stacy wailed, covering her mouth to muffle out the sobs that were now taking over her. Her vision became blurred by the hot tears that had filled her eyes. She couldn't breathe..she was going to suffocate.

"Stacy..please calm down," Torrie whispered with compassion. She reached out to take Stacy's hand, only to have it pulled away before she could so little as touch her.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, standing up so quickly that she nearly knocked over the chair that she had once been calming sitting in. "You could've said no! You could've defended yourself!" Torrie went to open her mouth but before another word could be spoken, Stacy had darted out from the restaurant..and out of sight.

Stacy wasn't sure how fast she'd ran back to John but she did know that she was now sobbing in his arms. He held onto her so tightly, that you'd swear she were going to flutter away. The sound of her heart breaking sobs brought tears to his eyes..but he refused to cry. No, he had to be strong for Stacy. He had to find it in him.

"I want to die!" she sobbed, pounding a weak fist into his chest.

"Shh, don't say that, Stace..not over Orton." Stacy nuzzled into him and muffled her screams of agony, leaving streams of salty wet tears down his jersey. John rocked her back and forth in silence, the time slipping away as if it were sand in his hands. He'd lost his sense of anything around him..no, all he could feel was the woman he loved more than anything in his arms. It took his breath away to feel her so close.

"John..I can't go on," Stacy whispered, her bloodshot eyes searching his desperately. John ran his hand down her side, stopping to caress her hip gently. She swallowed sharply as she watched him, the beating of her heart rapid at the feel of his fingertips on her hot skin. Her sobs turned into silence once he'd put his hands on her. Nothing felt more wonderful.

"You can go on, baby.." John whispered back, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. Stacy closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his warm lips, this being the antidote to her broken heart.

"Kiss me," she spoke aloud suddenly, looking into his eyes and not daring to glance anywhere else.

"W-What?" John asked in surprise, blinking as if she were nothing but a figment of his imagination. But when she grabbed at the back of neck and pulled him close to her, he knew she was anything but a dream.

"I need you to kiss me." He looked down at her in wonder, ignoring the fact that his heart had skipped multiple beats. She nodded softly at his questioning eyes, reassuring him that this is what she wanted. John darted down and took her lips captive, surprised at how hungry she was for his kiss. Stacy pulled him down onto her body and held him close, soaking in the feeling of a strong body so close to her. As crazy as she was for doing this, she needed it..she needed John to make her pain go away..she needed him..