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A/N: "If something is written like this, then it is being spoken in Italian"


Chapter Three
Never Again


Saturday, January 14th, 2006
Louisville, Kentucky
Kendra's Condo

The annoyingly loud alarm clock woke Kendra up at five-thirty.

She wrapped a black towel around her body and a smaller one around her hair after taking a long and relaxing shower. Steam escaped the master bath as she opened the door. Wet footprints followed behind her as she walked to the walk-in closet.

She chose a pair of black khakis and a white ribbon for the belt before finding a long sleeved baby blue deep v-neck. Grimacing at the more provocative clothing in the back of her closet. Before her daughter Michaela Lynn, Kayleigh for short, was born, she had been wild and like the clothing, very provocative. Mentally, she blamed it on her ex-fiancé but she knew that she was just as guilty if not more than he was. People would never believe it but he was the more reserved of the two of them. Becoming a mother changed her.

After reminiscing she placed the outfit on the unmade bed. From one of her bureaus, she pitched a lacy white push up bra and thong on to the bed. She traced her wet footprints back into the bathroom to dry off and towel dry her hair yet she slid as her foot made contact with the tile. She would have fallen if not for grabbing onto the sink.

After the almost fall she dried off and towel dried her hair. This time making sure her feet were completely dry. She reentered the master bedroom, dressed, and put a pair of three inch stiletto boots on.

She refrained from putting the shirt on until after her hair would be styled and make up applied. She went back into the bathroom to style her naturally loose but very stubborn curly hair and apply her make up; foundation, water proof black mascara, black eye liner, dark blue eye shadow, and pink lips gloss.

After her hair is styled and make up applied she puts the baby blue shirt on. She grabbed a hair clasp off the bathroom sink as she left. On the way downstairs she places her loosely curled almost tamed hair lazily on top of her head.

As she entered the kitchen, she glanced at the digital clock on the silver range. It blinked 7:25 A.M.

She poured a glass of orange juice and sat down at the mini bar as she started to read yesterday's Courier Journal that she had neglected to read.

Approximately five minutes later while she was reading an article on the bitter rivalry between the Universities of Louisville and Kentucky's Men Basketball teams the door bell rang.

The thought that he was early floated around her mind as she walked to the front door. She glanced out of the peep hole and her breath caught momentarily.

Dressed in a pair of black khakis and a red short sleeved shirt that emphasized his large biceps. Hazel eyes covered by a pair of designer sunglasses. His blonde hair neatly and expertly placed in a pony tail.

She had always been envious of his hair. She had told him that once. He had laughed and said that she wouldn't look attractive as a blonde because she would look to much like Shawn.

She unlocked the door, slid the chain, and opened it. She stepped aside to let him as she politely greeted him. "Good morning, Paul. Make yourself at home." She closed the door

once he was in the living area.

"Good morning, Heartbreaker." He replied once she turned around to face him. Taking in her appearance, he told her somewhat seriously though a majority jokingly he informed her that, "There's a monster on top of your head."

She looked at him for a moment confused but then clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance. "Funny. Very Funny." She said not amused, at all. "Leave my hair alone. Do not worry, I will not embarrass you. I'll 'kill' the damn thing before we leave."

Furiously, she walked over to a large mirror hanging on the wall to look at 'the monster'. She tripped over three toys. Paul's eyes widened in surprise and bit his tongue from laughing

She gently moved her head back and forth while touching and fingering the pile of curls.

"I hate my hair." She confessed.

Paul walked up behind her and looked at the mirror to see their reflections. He looked away and watched her profile.

"No, you don't. If you hated it, you would have already done something about it." He reasoned.

"I might do something about it. People have always picked on me because of it." She glared at a childhood memory.

"They picked on you because they were jealous." He fingered one long stubborn curl which had strayed from the hair clasp. "It's beautiful and wild, just like you."

"Still. I might do something about it. It used to get the way when I wrestled and while training the girls. Now that I'm going to have regular matches again, my opponent might use it to their advantage. That will hurt like a bitch." She winced as an after thought.

"Whatever you do, don't cut it." He requested.

"You're acting as if cutting my hair will be the end of the world. It's almost to my waist. I assure you, I will not do what my dad did a few years ago. That was just scary." She inwardly shuddered at the memory of Shawn's hair when he returned as the new member of the NWO.

"I agree that it was scary but you can not cut your hair." He said more insistent.

"And why not?" She took her hands out of her hair to place on her hips and looked towards his reflection in question.

Her reflection appeared to be shocked once he had wrapped an arm around her waist through her bent elbows.

She watched him slowly slip his hand under her blouse. His hand did not make a move to advance or retreat; it rested on her chiseled abs.

Numbly she watched his other hand take the hair clasp out of her hair. Raven colored hair fell like crumbled black curtains around her shoulders, down her long neck, and on to Paul's left shoulder. She both watched and felt his fingers run through her hair.

She futilely tried to step away from his touch but he had a firm grip around her waist. Her neck arched as she turned her head to the side, in the attempt to release her hair from his fingers.

How he is making her feel is scarring her. She wanted it to stop before one of them did or said something that they would once again regret.

A susurrous moan escaped her pink glossy lips as he kissed just below her ear. He nuzzled her neck for few moments before he suggestively whispered, "I wouldn't have anything to hold on to, if you go it cut."

She blushed before turning her head to look up at him.

"Whomever gave you the idea that we're going to have sex again was badly mistaken." She said denying the attraction.

"Really?" He smirked slightly amused by the flustered younger woman's denial. He wrapped his other arm around her waist encircling her.

"Really. Whomever it was, needs to be corrected. This is you, me, us they're talking about. You're you, and I'm me. We agreed that we wouldn't-but-no-um-we are totally differ—" She rambled

"Opposites attract." He interrupted her. "We both know that."

"You're not helping me. You're suppose to be helping me." She started to pout in frustration.

"With what?" He asked fueling her frustration.

"Reasons why we aren't going to have sex again."

"You're on your own with that one." He said grinning at the look she gave him.

"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion.

"I'm not going to help feed your denial. The quicker you stop denying you want me—" He arrogantly said before she interrupted him

"I don't want you." she denied, shocked that he would even suggest that she did. They had started flirting when she was seventeen. When she turned eighteen, their game started to get more physical.

When things would become too intense, she would remind him of his girlfriend, her boyfriend, or if all else failed her father. Reminding him and occasion herself of her father had never failed. Too bad she had forgotten all about his wife, her father and fiancé the night that they had finally slept together. She stopped playing their game after that. Her infidelity ended her three year relationship with her fiancé.

"Yes, you do." He said smugly.

"No, I don't." She stated frustrated. "You don't understand."

"What don't I understand?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know. Shouldn't we be leaving?" She abruptly changed the subject.

"Our plane leaves at ten. It is-" He unwrapped his watch arm from her waist and glances at it. She took the opportunity to step away from him but he pulls her back with his other hand. She turned to face him, a look of annoyance on her face. "–7:45. We still have a couple of hours. I was planning on taking you to breakfast so we could talk."

"Great idea, as long we talk, I'm game." She smiled and gracefully jerked out his grip. She quickly walked up stairs to get her suitcase, carry on and gym bag.

Master Bedroom

"What if I changed my plans from talking to something more hands on?" She heard him ask.

"I would say no."She looked up at the door to see him leaning against it with his arms crossed. "Would you mind if we stopped at Fat Tony's?"

He moved and grabbed the handle of her rolling suit case that stood beside the door. She adjusted the strap of the gym bag on her shoulder before picking up her carry-on.

She walked into the bathroom and quickly finger combed her curly hair so that it wasn't a jumbled mess. She walked back into the bedroom and towards the door making sure not to touch him when she slipped by him.

"Fat Tony's? Isn't that Victoria's restaurant" He asked her as they walked down the hall. He three steps behind her in order to give her some space.

"Her name is Lisa Marie and yes it is her restaurant. I'm a waitress there. I have to put in my two weeks. It doesn't open up until 11 this morning but I have a key. I'm going to use my vacation time that I haven't used so I'll be covered. Lisa will understand; that is all that matters to me." She explained as they walked down the stairs and out of the condo.

A comfortable yet awkward silence engulfed the pair until reaching his rental car. Kendra broke the silence.

"Do you know where Fat Tony's is?.

Upon him pressing a button on the key chain the trunk popped open. He placed her suitcase in the trunk next to his. She laid her carry on and gym bag next to her suitcase. He shut the trunk, walked her to the passenger side, and opened the door for her.

"Yes. Some of the RAW superstars had a autograph session there a few months ago. You don't get along with your co-workers?" He asked curious. She must have had the night off when the autograph session happened; he hadn't seen her.

"I adore some of the girls I work with. I have a huge soft spot for Nonna Ranza, her name is Tolleranza but we all call her Ranza or Nonna Ranza. She's my favorite. She does a little of everything; she cooks, cleans, waitresses, and even does some of the books. I don't know exactly how old she is, but she must be in her seventies. She's Lisa's grandmother, and Uncle Tony's sister. Lisa's great uncle, the man that inspired the restaurant. I'm rambling. Lisa Marie's grandfather will not be happy. When Lisa isn't there, he takes over. He is one of the cooks but he acts as if it is his restaurant. He isn't happy that Lisa Marie is a Diva nor does he want me to become one. We've had numerous of arguments over it."

"Why do you have arguments over it? He's Victoria's grandfather, not yours." Paul commented.

She acted as if she hadn't heard the question. Paul got the message that she did not want to continue talking about it.


A/N: The following is a teaser for chapter four.

"Mark my words, Kendra Grace, he will break your heart and throw you away like you are nothing."

She stepped back as if she were burned. Her blue eyes on fire. Tears started escaping like a never ending silent waterfall. "I like him. If he breaks my heart, so be it. Did I ask your god damn opinion about him or about my life?