That night was hell. It was so hard to go the Curve and act like I was happy. Batista, who is also on raw now, offered to take me since I didn't want to talk to Paul. We were in his white mercedes and I just stared out the window. We had been driving for a few minutes already and I hadn't said a word. After Smackdown I changed into a short black miniskirt knee-high red chucks and a red affliction v-neck.
"Look, I heard backstage. I'm sorry."
"Why? It's not like you're a murderer."
"You're not a murderer, Rae"
"Okay well I'm a killer." I said crossing my arms as he sighed.
"You only did what you thought was right."
"For who, Dave? I was selfish and I regret it more than anything."
"Don't, Imagine if you didn't do it, you're life would be totally different."
"It might be different, but who said it would be bad. To continue my career I ended someone else's life. I'm a cold-hearted bitch."
"No you're not. If you were a cold-hearted bitch you wouldn't feel bad for it."
I couldn't say a word, just cry. As we pulled up to a red light he turned and looked at me.
"Please don't cry." he said looking at me compassionately.
"The light's green." I said coldly.
He turned back to the road then took a sharp right turn into the exxon.
"Get out of the car." he said as he emerged from the benz and held my door open. I slowly stood and faced him, half-expecting him to leave me there. All of a sudden he grabbed my waist and held me eye-level with him, our noses almost touching. My hands were gripping his shirt in fear and surprise.
"Listen to me and listen good, cause I will only say this once. Do Not Regret This Any Longer." he kissed me long and hard. His lips were soft and gentle, yet domineering. I was so surprised by what he had just done I couldn't speak.
"Dave..."I put my hand on his shoulder as he pressed me between him and his car. He ran a hand through my hair and looked at me intensely.
"You're a beautiful girl, no woman. dont let anything or anyone make you feel otherwise."
At curve
I just wanted to forget about my day so I jumped on the dancefloor, dragging Dave with me.
"You know I don't dance." he said standing in the middle of the floor with his arms folded.
"Oh well." I said wrapping my arms around his neck, forcing him to put his arms around my waist. Dave and I danced for about an hour, on and off as some fans asked for autographs and dances as well. I sat up at the bar and drank my pepsi quietly for a while.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" Paul asked as he slipped his hand around my waist.
"Why, so you can make me blurt out something else I'm ashamed of?" I asked tiredly, standing back from him.
"Please?" his eyes were genuine and begged for my sympathy.
"Fine." he pulled me from the bar to a secluded corner and put his hand on my face.
"Rae, you have no idea how sorry I am. I-I didn't know and I-I feel really bad." he said dropping his face.
"It's not you're fault." I decided.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." he said, keeping his eyes on me the whole time and resting a hand on my cheek.
"I guess its made me a better- well I dont know what its made me, but i've changed."
"For the better." he smiled. I couldnt help but grin and and wrap my arms around his neck. He rubbed the small of my back before picking me up and kissing me softly. When he set me down I felt electrified. He'd never kissed me like that before.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked swinging our laced hands back and forth.
"I don't know. I don't really feel like dancing." he said.
"Yeah, me neither."
"In that case we better get home, its late and we have a flight to catch in the morning," he winked at me then picked me up bridal style and carried me through the club. I could feel the hot flashes of paparazzi shooting around me so I hid my face in the depths of paul's shirt. He smelt like sandalwood and deep amber.
My nose was filled with the scent of him and it drove me crazy. I started kissing up his neck and he groaned softly.
"Mmm, I love you." he said looking down at me.
"I love you too." We got outside and it was freezing cold. I checked the temperature on my phone and it was 34 outside.
"Shit!" I screamed trying to warm my bare legs.
"Here, sailor" he said handing her his large jacket.
"I'm fine and that's sailor betty to you." I smirked.
"Take it." he offered again.
"No, sir." I shivered. He just stood behind me and engulfed me in his jacket. As he found his car she noticed Batista's Mercedes a few cars away.
"Hold on," I said grabbing a pen and piece of paper from his pocket.
"Dave, you are such and amazing guy. Thanks for tonight, love ya! Rae" I signed it and left it under one of his winshield wipers.
"You're really stubborn, you know that?" Paul said holding the passenger door of his hummer for her.
"Yeah. Get it from my mom."
"How is she by the way?" he said when he started the engine.
"I moved back to Chicago last month, but I saw her 2 weeks ago on smackdown."
"Aww. I wasnt there. Your mom's so sweet."
"Like me?" I asked cheekily.
"Yeah sure." The ride to the hotel was moderately quiet. WE made small talk about the weather and the plane trip in the morning. I dozed off a few times but Paul gently shook me awake.
"When is our flight again?" I asked opening my eyes slowly.
"8 but we have to be there at 7." he said throwing me over his shoulder. He knew I wouldnt have the energy to walk inside on her own.
"And what time is it now?" I asked barely noticing he 'rested' his hand on my rear.
"3 am." he said using the key card to unlock the door. I just grunted as he laid me in bed. He flopped down next to my body and set the alarm for 6. As a backup he dialed the office for a wake up call at 6 am as well.
Three hours of sleep is better than none He kicked off his shoes and was asleep before he knew it.
"Morning, Paul" I said hitting the button on the alarm. I was actually excited about myday.
"Morning, Steph" he said rolling over and wrapping his arms around her.
