Okay guys...

So I'm back from a longggggg writing vacation. Truth be told, I have had some serious writer's block and really no interest. Hopefully I get back into the swing of things. I would also appreciate it if you could give me some ideas. I caan turn this into an interactive story if ya'll wanted. You can PM me if any ideas come to mind.

So with that said, I hope you like this chapter and review if ya want!

MHardy101 xoxo

Sometimes, when you think things are as bad as they can get… well they get ten times worse…

Macara groaned and blinked her eyes open the next morning. The hotel room was so bright and she really didn't want to get up. What the hell had happened last night? Her head felt like she had gotten hit with a freight train. It pounded something fierce, and she knew it wasn't just from her match with Beth Phoenix the night before. But the Glamazon sure does a killer GlamSlam. It also didn't help either when the Nexus came out after and had to just ruin the "party". Fucking Nexus, she thought.

It really didn't matter anymore because Macara was now the new leading lady of Nexus and of course Wade's "girlfriend." As if anything couldn't get any worse! Thinking of Wade made her think back to the night before where she vaguely remebered drinking then leaving with someone.

Oh god! Macara she did remember was hitting the bar with him. He paid for her drinks, all with extra zing. Macara couldn't remember much more than that.

So that was why her head hurt so much! She had drunk too much. And she wasn't a regular drinker, either, so that didn't help.

Macara practically fell off of the bed when a warm body pressed against her own. She glanced over her shoulder and suppressed a cry of surprise. Curly brown locks obscured her view. On the shoulder of the body was a tattoo that was really familiar.

Wade was in the bed next to her.

Wade-Fucking-Barrett.

And, by the feel of it, he was naked.

Macara pulled the covers up and glanced underneath them. She almost started to cry when she saw that she was just as naked as he. Oh god, oh god,, oh god! Macara thought frantically. What had she done?

Glancing around the room, she seen clothes scattered in all directions. A blakc shirt with a yellow N was thrown carelessly across the dresser that was in the hotel room. Her sequenced shirt was draped across the leather arm chair. How did this happen? Why would he do this? How could she be so stupid?

Macara knew that there was no time to think about these things now. Right now, all she wanted was to get her clothes on.

She glanced over at Wade. He was deeply asleep. His hair was fanned across his forehead. When it isn't slicked back, Wae's hair is naturally curly. It looked better that way. Why was she thinking of these things? She didn't care. Although she couldn't resist tenderly brushing a strand from his forehead and pushed it back into the mass. He didn't really look that evil in his sleep. Stop it! I don't want him waking up.

A few minutes later, Wade blinked into consciousness. Stretching he looked up to see a bewildered Macara.

"Hey, Dollface" Wade winked in her direction. Sitting up, he carelessly rubbed his eyes.

"Don't you call me dollface and tell me what the hell happened and what you are doing here!" Macara demanded.

"Well it's obviously clear what happened," Wade replied with his trademark smirk across his face. Macara wanted nothing more then to sock him in the face at that moment.

"No freaking shit, shirlock" Macara sneered back to Wade. "This is all your fault."

"How is it my fault?" Wade yelled, clearly getting pissed. "I don't recall you ever saying 'no.' In fact it was me that was saying no because I didn't want to take advantage of you being drunk because I knew something like this was going to happen."

"You still took advantage of me!" Macara cried, leaping from the bed. She hurriedly threw on her clothes, knowing that Wade was watching her the entire time. "You got me drunk and then you had sex with me!"

Wade, too, stood up, making absolutely no attempt to cover himself. "Well, princess, if that what makes you sleep at night, then go on and make excuses."

Macara made a noise of disbelief. "You're probably happy about it! You got to have sex with me!"

Wade smirked. "Well, you got to have sex with me." He quickly ducked as a shoe was being thrown at him nearly missing him by an inch.

"You are a disgusting, pathetic, perverted pig!" Macara shrieked. "And you can go fuck yourself!"

"No thanks, you already did that for me" replied Wade smugly. And with that he put on the rest of his clothes and headed towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing, Dollface, don't forget that we have a promo later tonight that includes a kiss so pucker up baby!" He smirked one more time and shut the door.

"UGHHHHHHHH" Macara shrieked. She slid down the wall covering her face with her hands. "This cannot be happening."