1Well guys, here we go! I've got two hot scenes for you this time and I hope that you enjoy them, as you should! I wanted to make this chapter longer but I suffered too much writers' block to do just that. I REALLY hope that this 12th episode of my story doesn't disappoint! Please enjoy and review. Thanks!
Chapter Twelve: "The Bitch Unleashed"
Stacy's lips devoured John's with such force that his head began to spin. He grabbed the comforter that lay underneath their hot bodies for support. The way her tongue explored even the smallest crevices of his mouth was driving him absolutely insane. He'd never been kissed like this. The experience was leaving him breathless. And he wanted more..he wanted to feel her, feel her every move, feel her every emotion as if it were his own. John gasped softly as he pulled her lips away from his, sharply sucking in the warm air as if it were suddenly going to evaporate. He took the time to study her with intense blue orbs. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot and her now dry tears had left almost invisible trails down her flushed cheeks. But despite the fact that she wore no makeup and there were dark circles under her eyes, she looked gorgeous. Not a single thing about her wasn't perfection. John caressed her face with his soft fingertips, smiling meekly as she nuzzled up his to palm.
"Put your hands on me, John," Stacy whispered, tenderly taking the palm that had previously been stroking her face, only to place in upon her left breast. John stared down at her in disbelief, trying his best not to lose his firm composure. He squeezed her breast gently, his ice cold eyes baring into her hazel orbs. He wanted so badly to speak but his ability to talk had suddenly made a disappearance. "I need this," Stacy begged, her features melting into desperation. "Just make this go away." She took the other hand that was still clinging desperately to the sheets and massaged it for a moment, before opening her legs a tiny bit to press the firm palm in between her thighs. Stacy stroked his fingertips slowly as she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. "Touch me."
"Stacy, I can't do this..not when you're in this state. You're talking crazy," John whispered in reply, furrowing his brow in both confusion and defiance.
"No, John..I want you to relieve me of this pain..make Randy go away..if only for a while." Bile rose in John's throat as he processed her empty words. So, this was all that he was? A replacement? Something to fuck to make Orton disappear? Emptiness seemed to swell up inside of his hollow chest. But..the sad thing was..he loved her so much, that he'd even settle for being her pain killer if it just meant he could make love to her.
"Alright.." John glanced down at her one last time before he plunged down to kiss her. He'd thrown aside all reason..it was now or never. This was his chance to take all of her. Even though it would mean absolutely nothing to her, it would still be his dream come true. John knew she didn't want any foreplay..just raw abandon. Stacy didn't want to wait, she wanted to escape her painful reality. And that's what he'd do..he'd make her drift off into another world, of world of just them. His trembling fingers searched frantically for the hem of her panties, hiking up her mini skirt before accessing the lace fabric. Removing them seemed like the absolute toughest obstacle to overcome. He carefully slid them down her slender, incredibly long legs and tossed them to the other side of the bed. Stacy was breathing heavily under him, her eyes still closed as she awaited his next move.
"I just want you inside of me.." she breathed, stopping him before he could do anything remotely close to foreplay. John nodded reluctantly at her once she'd forced herself to open her eyes. Stacy took her turn fumbling with the zipper on his baggy jean shorts and the belt that was fastened around his strong waist. She yanked down his jeans as if she were a hungry beast, one who hadn't eaten in forever. She stroked his throbbing erection through the thin fabric of his boxers, closing her eyes to soak in the sound of his soft moan of approval. John wasted no time to remove the hindrance of the remaining clothing.
"You nervous?" he croaked, smiling in spite of his incredible anxiousness.
"No," she whispered, taking his handsome face in her hands to look straight into the core of his eyes. With a nod of her head, she let him now that she was ready. John took both of her smooth legs and wrapped them around his hips. Stacy arched her back in anticipation of his entrance, biting down her bottom lip without mercy. She felt him enter her slowly, taking his time to sink deep into her tight walls, deep into her core. Stacy moaned in agony from every little move he made. As he moved farther into her, he set her body on fire. "Oh God," she moaned in both pleasure and pain, wiping at her watering eyes. John held onto her hips for leverage, taking a deep, quacking breath before he slowly began to pump in and out of her. The sensations of ecstacy took over him without surrender. With every thrust, he fell deeper in love with the woman who lay before him, the woman who was now moaning incoherently as she bucked wildly against his hips. John savored the feeling of her tight walls pressing against his manhood. He'd waited too long to feel this. "Harder," Stacy demanded, pulling at her hair in frustration. Moans of thanks were shouted into the once silent hotel room as John pumped in and out of her with the most passion he could muster. He was getting lost in this moment..it was too good to be true. Every thrust was like a slice of heaven, a heaven that he'd waited too long to feel.
"Shit," John groaned, hanging his head as he gasped for anything close to a deep breath. The air seemed thick with humidity, this being the reason it felt so challenging to get much needed oxygen. Stacy dug her nails rabidly into her scalp as she pulled on her hair, her legs gripping desperately at John's sides. She was going to exploded. But she wasn't going to stop..this is what she needed. Stacy grabbed John unexpectedly and rolled over on top of him, forcing herself against him so hard that she pushed him all the way inside of her core. She whimpered at the slicing pain that had erupted deep in her, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she moved on him regardless of the pain. John gripped at her hips with desperation, his animalistic desire apparent in his rough grasp.
"John?" Stacy breathed, attempting to catch her breath as she bounced on him repeatedly, her eyes rolling back into her head at the raw pleasure of his large manhood inside of her.
"What is it, baby?" he moaned, turning his head to the side, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"This isn't making you uncomfortable, is it?" she asked, running her hands across his damp, sweaty chest, stopping to rest her palms on his pecs. John growled in the back of his throat, opening his eyes to focus them on Stacy. He smiled weakly, his hands now wandering down to hold onto her legs for support.
"I'm far from uncomfortable at this moment." Stacy tossed her head back and moaned. John felt her body trembling with pleasure and he knew she was close to her peak. "Hold on for me baby," he whispered, leaning further back so he could watch her hips as they moved up and down on his manhood, the sensual movement making him groan aloud.
"I-I'm about to.." she trailed off, caught off guard at John's sudden change in position as she found herself on her knees, screaming out in ecstacy as he thrust himself into her wet opening from behind. Stacy buried her face in the sheets, bucking her hips wildly against him. John's movement only became rougher before they both neared their climax. He was going to kill her if he didn't stop..but he'd also kill her if he did stop. "Oh God!" she screamed, reaching her peak at the same time that John did, soaking in the feeling of his hot seed being released deep in her core. Stacy fell against the bed as if she hadn't slept in weeks, pure exhaustion taking over her body in waves. What ever had just happened..and what ever it meant for their future, it didn't matter. She'd tasted pure heaven. Stacy rolled over towards John, who was gasping for air, his chest heaving repeatedly as he took in short breaths. She ran her nails down his biceps, smiling weakly when she caught his attention. "Thank you." And with one more kiss, she snuggled against his damp chest, falling into a sleep that would not cease until the morning light smiled down on the city.
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Torrie wiped the tears away, the tears that had been flowing freely since her visit with once best friend, Stacy. The truth was out..wasn't a burden supposed to be lifted off of her? Not replaced with another? Of course, nothing was ever going to be easy..that's not the way it worked for her. Torrie rolled onto her back, forced breaths escaping her parched lips as if breathing never came naturally to her. What was she going to do? She'd faced Stacy, an obstacle that she'd been so sure she'd never be able to conquer. But now..now, the terrifying issue was Randy. His dirty little secret was out..and how would be take it? Surely he wouldn't be pleased with his blonde lover. What would he do to her? Would he punish her? Torrie let out a loud sob into the silence. It'd be easy to end it all at this very moment. She couldn't take much more. But, Randy was going to find out and when he did..any sign of happiness for the beautiful diva were going to be squashed.
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Angie threw everything she could possibly find into the suitcase that lay open on her bed. She was going to find her husband and she was going to confront him about that slut, Trish. She'd lost too much sleep because of that woman. God knows what she could be trying to seduce her husband into doing..but if she knew Dave as well that she thought she did, he'd stay true to her. But his past on the road wasn't exactly the journey of a saint. No..that was the exact reason she distrusted him. Angie let out a loud growl of frustration, her hands coming up to rub her throbbing temples. This was all too much for her at this point. Dave couldn't be having an affair. That just wasn't possible. He'd done it once and he vowed to never do it again. So, why was she so paranoid? Once a cheater, always a cheater, right? Angie shook away her thoughts as she glanced over at the clock, her eyes narrowing as she read the time. Three thirty and her plane left in twenty minutes..it was now or never. Should she follow through? Or should she forget all the irrational thoughts? Angie held her chin high in defiance..she was not going to let this continue. She just HAD to know.
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The silence in the gym was like paradise to the vivacious blonde. She'd been surrounded by her co-workers all day and now that she was alone..well, it was almost like a mini vacation. Trish pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail as she scanned the abandoned equipment, figuring where she'd start off first. Dave had scolded her about spending too much time in the gym but she didn't know where else to turn when she felt overwhelmed. Might as well work out the pent up aggression, right? Trish knew that she had little to complain about, well that's what everyone told her. But it sure didn't feel like that. She'd been emotional over every tiny thing and she was beginning to think that it was time to spend some time alone. The Canadian beauty let out a prolonged breath before she leaned down to start off with some stretches.
"Nice view." Trish jumped to her feet in sudden surprise, her heart pounding in terrified response to the deep voice that had sung out into the peaceful silence.
"Should I be flattered or offended?" she asked, turning in annoyance to lay her eyes on the handsome features of Randy Orton, who was now leaning against a treadmill, wearing his infamous smirk.
"Flattered, most definitely." Trish watched him as he moved around her, his eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Well, then.." she trailed off, raising an eyebrow in silent thank you to the brunette before her. "Do you always work out here after shows? Or did you follow me?" Randy chuckled, turning his back to her as he moved towards the weights.
"I usually go to the gym that's closest to the arena..and you just happened to be here." Trish watched with hidden interest as he removed his shirt, his shimmering olive skin reflecting the florescent lights from the ceiling. Her dark eyes traced the patterns of his dark blue tattoos, as she clenched her hands at her sides.
"Oh..I guess we can keep each other company." Sensing a difference in her usually spunky attitude, Randy set aside the taunts that he would always throw back at her and turned to keep his attention focused on his workout. Trish found herself repeatedly staring at him throughout the entire time. She'd never really been around Randy since everything fell into pieces and it was a little on the uncomfortable side. But regardless, she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. "So, how's it been, Ran?"
"Back to nicknames, are we?" he asked, turning to look at her, surprisingly not wearing a smirk.
"I, uh..guess it's an old habit," Trish smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
"What was that old nickname I had for you?" Randy smirked, watching her shift her weight as she looked down in thought.
"It depends on what mood you were in," she laughed, throwing the towel that was hanging over her shoulder onto the treadmill.
"Very true. And since I'm in an extremely good mood, I'd call you.."
"Missy," she finished, smirking in satisfaction. Randy chuckled under his breath, turning once again to focus his attention elsewhere. Trish continued to watch his back, her brow furrowed in thought..she was surprised that she remembered the old nickname. That seemed like such a long time ago. "You never did answer my question."
"Well then..I'm doing fine. I've seen better times..but..fine will do." He dropped the weights that had once been cradled in his hands back onto their proper racks. "How about yourself, missy?"
"What you said. Not terrible, not great." Randy came over and leaned against the side of the treadmill, his baby blue eyes focused on her intently. Trish turned off the machine and stared down at him, blinking away the sweat that threatened to spill in her eyes. "You know.." He nodded slowly, staring down at his feet as if they were incredibly interesting.
"Yeah.." he trailed off as Trish jumped off of the treadmill, now level with Randy, although he was much taller than her. Silence seemed to wash over them like a sheet of spring rain. Neither knew exactly what to say. It wasn't like they were best friends.
"I'm gonna head off," Trish announced aloud, not too sure if Randy heard her or not. The far away look in his eyes told her that he was off in another world. Where he was at though remained a question.
"Huh?" he asked suddenly, snapping back to reality as if someone had hit him hard across the head. "Sorry, my mind has been running in a thousand different directions lately."
"I know the feeling," Trish sighed, massaging at the back of her neck.
"What you got to worry about?" Randy asked, the old, familiar look of question and nosiness rearranging his features.
"You'd be surprised at how many ask me that..like I'm never supposed to feel anything," she sighed, nevertheless smiling in his direction. "But, in answer to your question, nothing in particular. Just personal stuff, no biggie."
"Yeah, I feel ya there." Trish turned to pack up her things, all the while being watched by Randy. It wasn't really his usual lustful stare..but a gentle one, his icy blue orbs genuinely interested in her as she moved about.
"Well, like I said, I need to get going. But..I will see you at the joint show this Saturday, right?" Randy looked at the ceiling in thought before he nodded slowly, grinning back at the beautiful woman before him.
"You bet." Trish waved back at him as she moved from sight, letting the heavy metal door slam shut behind her. Randy's smile faded into a deep frown. Now he was once again left alone with these nagging thoughts that were eating at his brain.
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Torrie fidgeted in her seat with boredom, wishing that the damn press conference would be over already. She wasn't in the mood to answer questions nor was she in the mood to be around any of her fellow Superstars. She tossed her blonde hair while taking a sip of the bottled water in front of her, out of the corner of her eye catching John Cena, who sat beside her. He didn't look too into the present rambles of Mr. McMahon either. Torrie nudged him softly in the side, smiling sweetly when she got his attention.
"Bored too?" she snickered, motioning her head towards Vince, who was still continuing a rant that seemed never ending.
"You ain't kiddin'. Does he ever shut up?" Torrie rolled her eyes and shook her head, all the while looking at the dark circles under his eyes. Looked like he wasn't getting much sleep either. What could be on his mind? She made a note mentally to ask him after the conference, whenever they'd be free to go, which came surprisingly quick to the blonde bombshell. Maybe it was the fact that she was too preoccupied with her thoughts to focus on the slow moving time. But, whatever, they were free now and she needed to find John before he left.
"John, wait up!" she called, attempting to run frantically to where he stood, despite the obstacle of her spiked heels.
"Sup, Torr?" he asked slowly, his eyebrow raised in question at the blonde diva. Torrie took in a few much needs breaths as she leaned against the wall for support, her chest heaving repeatedly as she gasped for air.
"I was just going to see if you're alright..you seem a little down lately." John blinked down at her in surprise. It wasn't everyday that Torrie Wilson asked if you were okay. Most of the time, you were the one left worrying about her emotional state, for the fact that her moping was always apparent.
"Uh..yeah, I'm hangin' in there..ya know, tryin' to catch up some much needed sleep..why you ask?" Torrie shrugged her shoulders lazily, looking down at her boots as if they were suddenly very interesting.
"You just haven't really been yourself..just making sure everything's been okay."
"Yup, I'm fine." With a nod of her head, Torrie excused herself and said her goodbyes, pushing herself off of the wall to head briskly for her car. Whatever she had attempting to achieve had failed miserably. Did she just somehow except John to open up to her when she'd done nothing but avoid him for the longest time? Just when she needed a friend, there was no one in sight. Whether or not John hated her was part of the question. She had pushed him away on more than one occasion. Torrie shook her head violently, as if the overwhelming thoughts would somehow disappear. She couldn't overload herself at this point in time. There were other, bigger things to worry about..things more important than John Cena.
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Although she had been attempting to relax over the last few days, Trish Stratus had had no such luck. She was constantly trying to let loose but her every try seemed to fail. She needed to face the facts..there was no way in hell she was going to be okay at this point. What exactly was bothering the Canadian beauty still remained a mystery, even to herself. And frankly, Dave was sick of it. He was sick of her never wanting to talk, sick of seeing her constantly putting herself down for every little thing she didn't do right. This was not the woman he'd fallen in love with. So, he'd made up his mind. If she refused to let go of her problems, he'd force her to. Dave had spent the whole evening gathering up french vanilla candles and heating up the hot tub, making sure to pour Trish's favorite bubble bath into the steaming water. He had an evening of pleasure planned for his sweetheart and she wasn't going to get out of it. No, nothing was going to stop his devilish plans. Dave had bought the most expensive champagne he could find and poured it's amber contents into beautiful wine glasses and placed them near the candles. Now all he was missing was Trish. No sooner had he thought of this, did she walk into the hotel room, her platinum hair pulled up away from her face and her features thick with exhaustion.
"Dave? Baby, you here?" she called out, tossing her keys lazily to the side as if they were nothing but garbage.
"I'm out on the balcony," he shouted, rubbing his hands together, a gentle smile on his face as he awaited her presence. Trish stepped out and stared around, her dark eyes scanning the romantic decor that had been set up. She raised a questioning eyebrow, all the while being stared down by her lover.
"What's all this?" she smiled, removing her sweatshirt, sliding it over the back of one of the chairs.
"I took it upon myself to get all this ready for you, my love. I want you to relax, let me take away some of that stress, hm?" Dave whispered, taking her tiny hands in his and squeezing them sensually. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his hands now sneaking to remove her top and her baggy sweat pants. "Shall we?" he motioned, turning to look at the hot tub, then back to Trish, who was grinning evilly.
"Of course." Dave bit down on his lip and let out a soft groan, his eyes glued to her every curve as she stripped down to nothing, her perfect body screaming to him..every inch of her silky skin needed to be kissed by his hungry mouth and every inch needed to be touched by his fingertips, until he drove her absolutely wild with pleasure. Dave grew painfully hard at the erotic thoughts swirling around in his mind. His animalistic desires were taking over his self control. He wanted to fuck her raw. He wanted her to scream out his name in both pleasure and pain. Dave wasted no time as he ripped the shirt from off of his body and followed Trish's lead, tossing every remaining article of clothing to the side carelessly. "Come on in, baby." He slid down into the hot water, the bubbles kissing his bare skin softly.
"I've been waiting for you all night," Dave groaned, pulling Trish up against his solid chest, nuzzling his face down into the hollow of her neck.
"I went to the gym," she whispered, parting her lips to dip her tongue inside of his ear, her hands traveling down to caress his abs. She loved the way he trembled from her touch. How could such a strong man become a pawn at the simple feeling of her hands on him? It never ceased to drive her crazy. Dave took her face in his hands, his eyes scanning over every inch of her satin skin. Every imperfection was nothing short of beautiful in his eyes. He leaned close and took her lips into his warm mouth, his tongue slipping against her bottom lip then plunging in to meet hers head on in an intense wrestling match. Trish growled in the back of her throat, her hands coming up to claw at the back of his neck. She wanted more..this foreplay was going to drive her absolutely insane. Dave's mind must've been on the same track as her own as he forced his hand between her thighs, his fingertips searching frantically for her clit. Her moan of approval was like a sweet melody to his ears. Dave caressed her soft mound tenderly, all the while watching her with an animalistic passion that made her shiver with anticipation. The hand that had been holding the back of her head previously had now trailed down to plunge into her wet opening without mercy. Trish squirmed against him frantically, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She could feel three of his large fingers stroking her inside, while the other massaged her clit, this combination the very reason she was shaking and bucking her hips wildly.
"You like that, huh?" Dave whispered, pressing soft kisses against her bare breasts.
"No shit," she moaned, smiling weakly up at her lover, groaning as his fingers slammed in and out of her. If he didn't stop, she'd kill him. Her body was aching, her head was spinning and her surroundings had somehow melted away into nothing. All that remained was the two of them. Trish wrapped her arms around Dave's strong body, snuggling her face down against his firm shoulder as she whimpered out in agony. His fingers were stroking her tender walls in a swift, powerful movement that made her want to scream out into the night. She wouldn't care who heard or she wouldn't care what they thought of her. Nothing mattered but Dave. Her wetness against his hands was like a slow acting poison and it made him hard with anticipation. Trish couldn't take this anymore..she wanted to torture him, she wanted to make him feel the agony that he repeatedly put her through. She took a hold of both of his firm hands and pushed them away from her.
"What're you doing?" he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow as she positioned herself above him, taking his hard manhood in her steady hands. Trish ignored his repeated nagging and focused on his erection, running her nails softly against the tip with gentle movements. Dave's questions soon faded into soft growls, the gurgling noises in the back of his throat muffled as he rolled his head from side to side. Trish slipped his manhood in between her fist and pumped up and down, smirking in satisfaction as he whispered her name repeatedly under his breath.
"That's right, you're my bitch," she purred. Dave opened his eyes and watched her for a second, the cocky smile on her face bringing out the beast that was roaring to come out. He took her hips captive and forced her onto his lap, the animalistic desire now fighting the urge to be ignored. Dave forced her down onto his large manhood without mercy, never once stopping to make sure she was alright. Trish let out a moan of surprise and pain, her eyes immediately feeling with hot tears. He slammed his hips forcefully against her, his pace fast and steady, making sure to slide all the way into her then all the way out. Trish thrashed around in agony, her head tossed back as she bucked wildly up and down on him. It felt too good to stop. The way he filled her up then pulled out, then filled her back up again was absolutely mind boggling. She bounced on him as though she were being tossed wildly by the raging wind, her neck snapping back and forth as she moved. This was going to be the death of her.
"Now, who's the bitch?" Dave groaned, grabbing at the back of her hair and forcing her neck back so he could suck the tender skin, nipping occasionally at her ear. Trish moaned in coherently as she clawed at his back, her sharp nails digging into him as if they were daggers, leaving trails of blood dripping down his olive skin. But he could honestly care less. He was fucking Trish raw and that was all that mattered.
"Harder," she screamed, bending over against the step that led into the hot tub so that Dave could hit her from behind. His wet skin slapped against her backside as his continuing pumping got even harder, his groans becoming louder by the second. The sounds of their raw passion weren't heard by only them, little did they know. If they only knew who was pressed up against the door, her mouth agape in both fury and shock. Angie dropped her bags to the floor and gripped the doorframe for support. What the fuck was going on? "Oh God, Dave!" her voice screamed, the sounds of water splashing violently meeting her ears after the loud moans of pleasure. Angie couldn't hold back another second. She knew damn well what Dave was doing. He was fucking some slut raw, bouncing her up and down on him, her tight walls hugging tightly against his large manhood. And he called himself her husband.
"DAVID, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Everything was like slow motion to the two lovers. Trish recognized the voice as if it were her own..and her stomach dropped as if were had just fallen from the tallest building in the world. She forced herself to turn and look at Dave, who was frozen, his eyes wide with terror as though he'd seen someone get killed violently.
"It's Angie," he whispered, his deep voice trembling. Trish blinked repeatedly to keep her eyes from burning from the lack of moisture.
"Answer it!" she hissed, grabbing at the nearby towels and wrapping one around herself, while tossing the other one at Dave, who then crept to the door, where Angie continued to scream and shout. Trish followed his lead, only staying behind the metal as if to secure herself from a violent storm. She pressed her ear against the door and listened, her eyes narrowed in curiosity.
"Angie, what are you doing her two days early!"
"I'd like to know what the FUCK you're doing in there! More like, who the fuck are you doing!" she screamed, the sound of flesh being smacked violently meeting her ears. The Canadian winced as she gripped the doorknob for support.
"Baby, it's not what you think.."
"WHATEVER!" Angie screamed, the sound of sobs now emitting from her shaking body. "I heard it all! Who is she!"
"That's beside the point.."
"WHO IS SHE!" Echoes followed her screams, then greeted by a haunting silence. Trish wasn't sure exactly what to expect next. She wasn't hoping for him to jump the gun and tell his wife that it was her he had been fucking, that it had been her screaming her husbands name. But she hadn't been expecting to hear the words "No one" leave his mouth either. Although she shouldn't have taken it as an insult, she did. Was she really no one to him?
"That's bullshit!" Angie hissed, her voice thick with hatred. "I bet it's that slut Trish Stratus, right!" Nothing more had to be said. Trish flung the door wide open and pounced out, her nails raking unmercifully at Angie's surprised face, all the while kicking at her legs. "STOP!" Angie begged, wriggling obsessively as she fought to get away from the enraged Trish Stratus. Dave grabbed her slender waist and pulled her from his wife, softly telling her to calm down.
"I don't want to calm down!" Trish screamed, glaring at Angie, who was now bleeding profusely from her cheek.
"I KNEW IT!" she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the Canadian beauty, who was attempting to jump back onto the woman before her. "I knew you'd seduce my husband into an affair!"
"Your husband fell in love with a real woman, sweetheart!" Silence once again followed the harsh words. Angie looked from Trish to Dave repeatedly, noting how firmly he had his arms wrapped around the feisty blonde's waist.
"D-Dave? It is true?" she sobbed, stepping back to lean herself against the wall for support.
"Yes! It's fucking true, Angie!" Trish hissed, a sadistic smile spreading across her beautiful features. "Cry all you want..and know this," she pulled out of Dave's grasp and pointed a finger at Angie, "You weren't woman enough for him." Trish turned to walk back into the room and slammed the door, not before turning and blowing Angie a kiss. She'd said her piece and now she wanted to leave. Deep down she felt rotten..but why should she? The bitch had decided to talk some trash..and she payed for it. Trish had never messed around and she wasn't going to start now. She quickly and quietly got dressed and gathered up all her things before snatching up her keys. Dave and Angie sat in the hall when she came back out, Angie's sobs echoing throughout the entire hallway while Dave attempted to explain himself.
"I'll see you tomorrow, baby," Trish purred, leaning down to slip her tongue into his mouth. Angie watched on with tear filled eyes, the raven haired woman shaking with hatred as her husband responded to the kiss. With a flip of her platinum hair, Trish Stratus disappeared from sight, laughing evilly all the way down to her car. Something had awoken deep inside of her..she'd rediscovered the bitch that she used to be. And it felt so good.
