Chapter 4
Stephanie
"Dad, just so you know. Triple H really turns me on."
My words have the desired effect and I laugh in my father's face as he glares at me in disgust. And disgust is an emotion I am all too familiar with because what my father did to me, his own daughter, was disgusting. He took away my privacy when he let a stranger rifle through my private, personal things. He took away my dignity when he sacrificed me to the Undertaker and all so he could screw over Stone Cold Steve Austin. It appeared I was just this pawn in their stupid fucked up games. A pawn my father cared nothing about and how could he care? How could he claim to love me when he put my life at risk like that? Me? His own fucking daughter! Well I'm not that pawn any longer and I'm not some silly little girl either. I'm Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, Hunter's wife and I know the fact that I married his bitter enemy kills my father inside and I'm glad. I'm glad he's feeling betrayed because he's the one that betrayed me first. He hurt me so much with what he's done to me and that's why tonight I get the last laugh. I finally get my revenge.
I leave the ring just as Hunter's music hits and walking up the ramp towards him, I know I'm walking towards my future and I don't look back. After all this is what I wanted. I wanted to marry Hunter and I wanted to get back at my father. A father who has no idea who I really am and what I'm capable of although after tonight, I reckon he just might have a clue.
And you know it actually feels good to shed my good girl image. God knows it's not who I really am and besides, look where it got me. My father screwed me over and I was betrothed to an idiot. And I don't say that in a mean and nasty way either. It's just that Andrew was never the sharpest tool in the box and honestly, he was never the man for me. He just didn't do it for me physically or emotionally. Sure he could be funny and sweet but there was no passion there, no intensity. Certainly nothing like the passion and intensity I feel when I'm with Hunter because when I'm with him, I feel it to the tips of my fingers. He makes me come alive and he consumes every part of me and lately I'm beginning to wonder if that's such a good thing.
Because the truth is my need for him is becoming almost desperate, like this constant craving I can't satisfy and when I'm with him in bed, it's almost animalistic. Like I can't get enough and no matter how many times Hunter takes me, I'm left only wanting him more. His touch is rough and assured and that gets me hot. It turns me on. Yet there are these other times; these times when his touch is just as desperate as mine is but it's gentle too, almost like there is an intimacy there. An intimacy that I've sensed more than a few times now for it to be a coincidence and an intimacy that sometimes makes me wonder if there is something happening between us; something way more than a simple physical attraction. Because there is no doubt in my mind that Hunter is attracted to me. As a woman, that much is obvious to me. But I just wished that we were close enough and that I knew him a little better than I did so I could tell how he was feeling sometimes. I wanted to look into his beautiful eyes and know that this wasn't just about my father. For some reason that felt really important to me because if I was feeling what I thought I was feeling for him, the idea of being dumped once Hunter had what he wanted from me didn't seem so appealing as it once did. In fact the thought of him leaving me totally sucked.
But all thoughts of my husband abandoning me disappear the second I make it up to the top of the ramp and he puts his arm around me. My right hand rests on his massive chest and I can see the enraged look on my father's face as he watches us stand there together as man and wife. Hunter is taunting him and I look up at my husband, delighted by his words and enraptured by his strength. It was a strength that had pulled me towards him in the first place. Hunter was so strong and so powerful and the only man capable of standing up to my father. He was standing up to him now telling him and the world that he's about to kiss me again and this time daddy dearest gets to witness the whole thing.
"Let me put the sealer on it. I'm going to seal it with a kiss."
Hunter's words are practically the same words he used when he kissed me that first time. Then, I had to pretend not to kiss him back. This time when he kisses me, I press my lips firmly against Hunter's. I don't have to play the innocent little victim any more. See, I stopped being the victim the second I took matters into my own hands and come up with my little arrangement. It's an arrangement that gave me way more than I bargained for though. After all I hadn't planned on falling for the guy in the process. I was supposed to remain indifferent. This was business after all.
But as Hunter's mouth moves over mine one last time before he slowly pulls away, I realise it's completely pointless trying to kid myself. Because this stopped being just about the business the second Hunter seduced me and invited me into his bed and from that moment on it had only gotten worse for me. I had only fallen deeper for him and my desire and my lust for this man were slowly developing into something else. Feelings I was struggling to deny any more and it was only a matter of time before they got the better of me. It was only a matter of time before I fell completely in love with Hunter.