Edge knocked on the door that said B6, according to Lita that was where she lived and he had opted to surprise her so he paid the bellhop or whatever the guy standing down there was, five dollars so he could get the red headed girl to his mansion,

"Hello." an elderly woman purred as she looked at Edge, "I certainly didn't know that there was sexy beast on the menu.".

Edge stared at the old woman in disgust, "Cut it Grammy where is Lita."

"Who?"

"My fiancé you old hag, tell me where Lita is." Edge stated, he never was one for old ladies.

"Well honey I don't know where this Lita is but you need to learn so manners." with that the old lady slammed the door in his face.

"No need to be rude oldilocks, but don't worry this sexy beast will never come near you again," Edge called before looking down at the text Lita had sent him to see that it actually had 4C written. Edge sighed before he went back on the elevator and went to the correct door before knocking on it and he let himself smile when Trish opened the door, "Hey I'm here-"

"You aren't my Chinese food." Trish declared before shutting the door.

"Who was that?" Lita asked, wondering why Trish would just shut the door.

"Oh it was that guy from the bar."

"Then why did you shut the door?" Lita asked, she knew that Trish really didn't like Edge but still that was rude.

"I'm sorry did you want to talk to him?" Trish asked.

"Not really, but he's my fiancé and I am moving in with him, so play nice or else you won't be invited to my wedding." Lita warned her, despite knowing Trish really couldn't care less.

"Like I care, why would I want to go to a wedding when I know that the people getting married are going to get divorced." Trish said as she proved Lita's point.

"I don't know why did you go to your father's wedding?" Lita asked, she knew it was a cheap shot but she had been waiting a while to take one out on her.

"Hey, you don't know if he is getting divorced again, he's only been divorced like six times, seven is the charm Li, seven is the charm." Trish said.

Lita rolled her eyes before opening up the door, "Come on in, you can help me carry some of my stuff."

"Um I'll come inside if you promise me that there is not some rat waiting in there to eat me." Edge told her, being in those apartments freaked him out, they were so disgusting and for poor people.

"No rats little rich boy, unless you count yourself." Lita replied, as she remembered just how spoiled he was.

"Little rich boy?" Edge asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Its your new nickname."

"I don't know if I Like that Red," Edge said as he came inside the apartment, "where is your flat screen television?"

"We don't have one." Lita stated as she walked in her room and grabbed her bags, "So what do you think of my place?"

"Oh um well its fairly small, uneven, and it kind of smells." Edge stated, he thought if he was nice then she would have to be nice back, he didn't even get into the bad stuff about it like the colors and the hideous furniture.

"I really shouldn't have asked." Lita stated before she through her bags at him, "Tell me the car I'll be waiting for you in while you carry my bags."

"Carry your bags?" Edge asked horrified, "That's what you hire people for."

Lita laughed before she put a dollar on Edge, "You're hired."

Edge grumbled as he picked up the bags, "I'm too rich for this."

Lita smirked as she followed him, "I know its a shame right?

Edge began walking in the direction he had came in, not even showing the littlest bit of struggle while carrying the bags, "I'm getting the feeling that Trish doesn't really like me."

"She hates you." Lita said slowly, she was impressed on how he was carrying the bags to be that focused on anything else, she would have thought that he would be struggling.

"So is she coming to our wedding?" Edge asked, he didn't really care but figured small talk with his soon to be bride would be alright.

"I doubt it," Lita replied as they stepped in the elevator, "Trish has been to enough weddings to last a lifetime, she's been to five of her father's weddings, three of her mother's weddings, and ten of her older brother's, lets just say that Trish kind of hates weddings."

"Well if you want at the barbeque, I can introduce you to a maid of honor and three brides mates." Edge offered, he could give Mickie a spot, his mother would also love to fill in.

"Barbeque, your richy rich family is having a barbeque?" Lita asked, she always thought rich families were those uncaring, judgmental, bad guys.

"Don't sound so surprised, just because we're rich doesn't mean we aren't a close family, we have one twice a year." Edge told her, there were going to be chips, multiple flavors.

"So is this barbeque where you're going to introduce me to your family?" Lita asked as they stepped out of the elevator and made their way out of the building.

"Yeah, they've been wanting to meet my fiancé so."

"So you told your family you were engaged when you weren't?" Lita asked, that was sleazy, to lie to his family like that.

"Here's the car." Edge stated before putting her bags in the back, he didn't want Lita to know that he actually had been engaged and as far as he was concerned she would never find out.

"I don't know why I didn't expect you had a driver." Lita said as she took a seat in the car.

"I didn't know why I didn't expect that you'd be a bitch." Edge responded as he sat next to Lita, "Take me and my lovely fiancé to our home Michael."

"Yes sir."

Edge rolled up the between the driver and them, "I hate that guy."

"Why?" Lita asked.

"Because he's annoying as hell."

"Alright, so tell me who were you with at the bar?" Lita asked.

"Oh them that was just Mickie and Randy." Edge answered, "Please don't ask me anymore questions though, we'll be home in a little bit."

"Fine." Lita agreed as she leaned back against the seat, "I can get used to this."

"Until the divorce."

"Right."

"Ah we're here." Edge stated as he got out of the car.

"Oh my god, Edge when you said million I knew you were rich but oh my god." Lita stated in awe of Edge's house or maybe it was mansion.

Edge snickered, poor people amused him, "Michael get Ms. Dumas' bags and bring them to my room."

"Your room?" Lita asked, knowing that if he thought he was going to sleep with her he would be sadly mistaken.

"I thought I told you to stop asking questions." Edge said, now he knew why married men lost their hair, their stupid women drove them crazy.

"Your room?" Lita repeated.

"Lita we need to make this believable and I know my parents have at least one spy in my house." Edge told her as if it as normal because for him, it was.

"I thought you said you were close with your family." Lita stated confused why his parents would spy on him, if they were 'close.'

"I am but they like reports on what I do, which is why I always went to Ma-um whoever I was with's house." Edge corrected himself, he couldn't believe he almost said her name.

"Of course they do, nice to know that I'll be living in a soap opera for a year."

"Don't say that, if my mother heard you dissing soap operas she'd come at you like you were meat and she was a tiger who hadn't ate for two weeks."

"Nice to know, but I wasn't dissing soap operas."

"Great it'll give you and my mom some bonding time."

"I never said that I was going to start watching soap operas with your mother, I have a job remember."

"Oh right, you'll have to quit that."

"What?" Lita asked.

"Again with the questions! Stop asking them."

"I'm sorry but um the job thing was not a part of this deal."

"Well it is now, if my parents find out that I'm letting my wife work they'll lecture me."

"What are you six, come on Edge man up."

"Lita you don't know anything about my life, I work at my family's company and I'm being trained to become the next CEO, the woman stay at home and do whatever girls do, you know pillow fight, watch tv, read." Edge listed off stuff that he thought women did.

"Edge whenever we get divorced I'm going to need a job." Lita told him, despite the millions of dollars she was receiving she kind of needed to pay off her loans, even though they weren't that bad, she'd have to use the rest of the money on her new apartment and her new Ferrari.

"Fine I'll see to it that Steph rehires you, again I remind you we had a very tasteful history." Edge reminded he smiling, that Stephanie used to be one slutty girl.

"Okay but if you go back on your promise I'll-"

"What divorce me?" Edge asked as he lead Lita inside his house, "As they would say in Spanish Mi casa su casa at least for the time being."

"You know I could live without the constant reminder that we're getting divorced." Lita stated, she hated that and could not live like that.

"Can you really blame me? Earlier today a woman called me a sexy beast, I don't need you falling in love with me Red." Edge told her, he wanted to be straight up with her, he wasn't going to fall in love with her and it would just be one hell of a complication if she loved him.

"I don't see that happening Blondie." Lita snarled, especially the way he had been treating her.

"What happened to little rich boy, I was starting to like it?" Edge asked as a smirk formed on his face.

"No questions Blondie, you said it yourself." Lita said as she copied Edge's smirk.

"Oh god are you going to be one of those nauseating fake couples?"

"Mickie what are you doing here?" Edge asked.

"I wanted to meet Lita." Mickie stated calmly, she didn't want to sound stalker crazy.

"So you broke into my house?" Edge asked, a little weirded out by it

"You're saying that like you're surprised." Mickie replied nonchalantly as she brushed off the small end table she was next to.

"Red this Mickie, Mickie this is Red, I'll be in my room, Mickie be a dear and after you're finished talking give Red a tour?"

"Alright." Mickie agreed as Edge walked upstairs.

"So I'm Lita."

"I heard, so Lita I'm going to make this short and sweet, if you end up hurting Edge I'll hurt you, okay?"

"Look Mickie this is all fake, I'm sure you and Randy both know that, Edge and I will be out of each others lives after the divorce."

"What happens when one of you falls in love?"

"We aren't going to, Edge doesn't really like me and I'm not too crazy about him either."

"Whatever you say Lita."

"Hey I'm serious."

"I'm sure you are, you want a martini?"

"It's two in the afternoon.

"Its five o'clock somewhere."

"Good enough for me." Lita said, "Will he mind that we're drinking his drinks?"

"No, Edge is really a nice guy, he gives Randy and I free alcohol all the time." Mickie said, she was trying to talk up Edge a little mostly because she was almost positive that Lita thought pretty low of him.

"So you and Randy?" Lita asked, she didn't really care but she needed one friend in the rich crowd and Mickie seemed nice enough.

"I don't really think its in my best interest to discuss my love life with a stranger." Mickie told her, she really didn't want anyone to know what was going on, not yet.

"Come on I'm going to need a friend around here, someone to show me the ropes and complain about Blondie if need be, you're one of the only two that know about the fakeness of this." Lita stated, or in other words she needed a friend and Mickie was supposedly close to Edge.

"Okay, well I haven't a girl friend in the group for a while so why the hell not?" Mickie asked before smiling.

"So Edge has had a girlfriend before." Lita said not knowing quite how she felt about that, Edge seemed more like the one night stand kind of guy.

"Oh sweetie, lets get you drink, I'll tell you about some of the weirdos I've been with."

Edge walked into his room only to jump when he saw Randy lying on his bed, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Thanks a lot Edge." Randy said angrily, he knew it was all Edge's fault.

"You're welcome but what did I do?"

"You're getting married, now Mickie has it in her head that we should get married."

"Why would Mickie want you and I to get married?"

"Not you and me, me and Mickie! Everything was going fine then you propose to-what is her name again?"

"Lita."

"You propose to Lita and she starts giving me not so discrete clues that she wants to get married, she made me watch like six wedding movies last night." Randy continued, he didn't like those movies they bored him yet for some reason Mickie really liked them.

"Why didn't you bring this up at breakfast?" Edge asked, finding it strange since they had hung out earlier.

"Because Mickie was there, I can't talk about this when she's around she'll get start crying or something, seriously that girl's emotions are driving me crazy all of a sudden." Randy told him, she was mad, then she was fine, then she started crying, then she yelled, then she was sad, then she was fine.

"How old is Mickie?"

"Twenty seven, why?"

"She's almost thirty, for whatever reason woman and thirty equals marriage."

"Well I'm going to be thirty next April and you don't hear me whining about marriage."

"Randy did you not just hear me say women? Unless you've go something we need to talk about, if you are a girl you have a horrible rack."

"Okay dude for one not a girl, secondly what do you mean small rack, I got pecks any woman would stare at for hours."

"Conceited much?"

"Back on topic, what am I going to do Edge?"

"You can marry her."

"But marriage is stupid and if I marry her she'll want kids, do you hear this kids?!" Randy asked, he couldn't do either it would make him sleepy, he didn't want to be sleepy.

"I thought you liked kids." Edge said, he remembered Randy playing with Jeanie and Todd, one of Edge's nieces and nephews at the barbeque.

"Other peoples kids who go home, not the disgusting kind." Randy stated not believing Edge even thought the two were similar.

Edge snickered at Randy, he gave it two years or less and he'd have a kid, with his wife, "Okay."

A/N Thoughts?