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Chapter Seventeen

"That was incredible…Kurt, we're going to have to pay for those glass sculptures you broke when you pushed them off the counter. We should have gone right to the bed." Steph said as she tried to catch her breath.

"It was worth it. When's the last time we were able to have unbridled sex without having to worry about waking up kids?" Kurt replied with a smile, his chest heaving. He was resting his head against a pillow that was propped up on the bed board.

"It's been a while. You're still such an animal…My sex-asaurus…." Stephanie whispered back in a voice filled with lust. Her lips found his in the darkness. They kissed passionately and Angle slowly shifted so that he was back on top of his wife. The white linens stuck to his naked lower back from the glistening sweat.

"We're so good together…Every time with you is like the first time…" Kurt told her in between kisses to her neck which caused Steph to giggle and laugh out loud.

The sound of Stephanie's cell phone caused them both to look over to one side of the bed which was the direction they had heard the ring tone from. Angle quickly slid off of Stephanie so that she could answer her call.

"Shit, where is my phone?" Stephanie asked struggling to reach her clothing that was scattered on the hotel room floor right by the side of the bed she was closest to. It didn't help that Kurt's clothing was mixed in with hers. Just when the call was going to be sent to voice mail, she found the lit phone and answered it.

"Hello?" She said quickly as she retracted back into the bed with her husband.

"Stephanie, it's Dad."

"Dad, is everything okay? Why are you calling me this late? Did something happen to Aurora and Andrew?" Stephanie asked quickly sitting up in bed. Kurt did the same as he leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp where Steph's bra was hanging.

"That bastard, Paul, showed up here with Torrie Wilson after he completely blew off his visitation with his daughter earlier today. He was probably doing God knows what with her instead of coming to visit his daughter. I guess Torrie Wilson is his new whore of the month." Vince said into the phone, loud enough where Kurt could hear his words as well. Angle couldn't make out what exactly he was carrying on about; he could just hear McMahon's ranting.

Stephanie let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how upset her father was. You would have thought either Andrew or Aurora had a medical emergency by the way he was carrying on. Why did he even have to bring up the fact that Torrie Wilson was with her ex-husband. Even though Steph was a bit surprised that Paul would take Torrie with him to pick up his daughter. What did it matter? Stephanie didn't even know why she was thinking about him and Torrie. It was none of her business.

"Dad, that's his business. I'm just glad that he's taking the role of an active father for once. I can go get Aurora tomorrow or in the next few days. If this is all you called to tell me about then I'm going to say goodbye. Kurt and I are trying to enjoy our night alone together." Stephanie finally replied as she felt her husband's hand gently caressing her up and down her naked body while he kissed her neck.

"Oh, so I can expect another grandbaby soon?"

"Goodnight Dad." She replied quickly before ending the call and placed her phone on the nearby nightstand.

"What was all that yelling about from Dad?" Angle asked brushing Stephanie's hair way from her face.

"He called to tell me that Paul showed up and took Aurora with him to spend the night at his house."

"Well I hope we don't get a phone call from him asking you to come get her like he did last time." Angle said with a chuckle before he resumed his position on top of his wife, pulling the covers up over them.

"She looks so cute." Torrie commented.

Torrie was observing from the foot of the bed as Paul carefully placed his child in what was her bed at his house. It was touching to see such a man with such a large muscular frame being so gentle and caring. Aurora only moved slightly when her daddy gave her a kiss on her forehead.

She was so precious to him. Aurora was his little sleeping princess. The small child had an uncanny resemblance to her mother. Sure, he knew that she would have some of his ex-wife's features. Levesque had seen these since she was a little baby, but it was now, at the age of three, that Aurora was like her mother's little twin.

Paul took a few more extra moments tucking her in. He found himself lingering over her, gazing down at his child. It was a great feeling knowing that she was with him. For the first time in a very long time, Aurora was spending the night at her father's house. The evening would have been perfect for Levesque if not for one flaw. Stephanie was not with him. He would have given anything for Steph to be the woman standing at the foot of the bed while he tucked in their daughter. But she wasn't. It was Torrie Wilson. Not only wasn't Stephy with him, but she was with Angle. They were off celebrating their anniversary; a year of wedded bliss as she saw it, a year of an endless nightmare was more like it.

"Paul, are you okay?" Torrie asked. She was noticing an underlined sadness from him that she had not seen since the night she found him upset in the hotel bar. Why was he being so sullen when he had his little girl with him?

"My life will never be complete without her…" He whispered after an awkward moment of silence that came after Torrie's inquiry.

"Aurora's with you now. You should enjoy this time you have with her."

Little did Torrie know; Paul wasn't talking about Aurora. Steph was the one he couldn't see himself living without. Having his daughter with him wasn't enough. Without Stephanie, his family was incomplete. He knew why he had Torrie there with him. She was crutal in his plan to get his ex-wife back. But he really hated putting on a show. Sure, Torrie Wilson was a beautiful woman who he could see himself being attracted to, but he didn't want her. He had his fill of the young big breasted blonde when he was carrying on with Michelle North. Paul wanted to go back to the mother of his child, the future owner of World Wrestling Entertainment, Stephanie McMahon.

"She really looks like Stephanie." Torrie commented after she moved forward to be closer to Levesque. She placed her on gently on his back in a way to show her support. But the last thing Levesque wanted was it pointed out how much his child looked like his lost love.

"Yeah I know…" Escaped his lips in a mutter; it was all he was willing to say aloud. Surely it wouldn't behoove him to tell Torrie how he was really feeling. There would be no way she would still believe that he wanted a relationship with her. If he didn't have that, he wouldn't have the opportunity to make Steph jealous.

"How long is she staying with you?" Torrie asked tilting her head slightly to the side out of curiosity.

"I'm sure her mother will be by tomorrow to collect her. You know, since she'll be back from her anniversary retreat with Angle." Paul replied exiting her daughter's room while Torrie followed. He rolled his eyes after his mention of Kurt Angle.

"I think it's nice the Angles were able to get away for a romantic anniversary."

"Who cares about them, let's talk about us." He was quick to reply as he turned to look at Torrie while they stood in the dimly lit open hallway that overlooked the foyer below.

"You brought them up, I didn't." Torrie said back with a smile that caused Paul to give her one of his own.

Levesque was giving Torrie Wilson's body a good look up and down. He had to admit to himself. She was definitely a ten; sexy in any man's opinion. Just like Stephanie, Torrie had nice smooth long legs. He would be willing to bet she could wrap them tight around him in a many of positions he could get her into. So she was another blonde who wasn't Steph, but with the lights turned out, he could use his imagination. He needed a good romp. Even better though, would be the look on Stephanie's face if she found out he was banging her friend. Her jealousy would eat her alive.

"You want something to drink? I've got a full bar downstairs." Paul offered, trying to hint at his desire for intimacy. He had to be tactful and not just let her know he wanted sex.

"No, thanks, I should be going. It's getting late." Torrie replied with a polite smile while they began to descend the staircase.

"Hey, come on, where are you going to go? It's late." Paul said with a playful chuckle as he gently grabbed hold of her hand as she went to walk toward the small table where she had set her purse.

"Pauullll…" Torrie whined in a playful voice. She was smiling and she allowed him to pull her back and into an embrace. She placed her hands on his shirt covered pecs feeling his hands pulling her closer to him from where they were placed on her lower back.

"Let's make a perfect ending to a perfect day…You're so gorgeous and you smell so good." Paul muttered bringing his face to Torrie's neck. He gave the nape of her neck gentle kisses.

"I don't know if we should tonight…" Torrie whispered as she moved away slightly from his advances to show her uncertainty.

"I do, and I think we should…" Paul replied with a sly smile as his hands gave her bottom a hard squeeze. Torrie let out a hearty laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I really should go, I think-"

"Shh, no more thinking…" Paul whispered cutting her off midsentence. Before Torrie had a chance to come up with a reply, he caught her lips with his in a full on kiss.

They both let out a long sigh, their embrace tightening as the kiss deepened. She was a decent kisser. Paul could see himself playing the role of lover with her. He opened his eyes for a moment to see if she looked into it. Torrie's eyes were closed and she looked to like their intimate kiss. He was in complete control and Torrie Wilson was soft putty in his hands ready to be molded and sculpted into his new lover for his ex-wife to be envious of.