Chapter 5
Hunter
Well we told the world that the McMahon Helmsley era was running the show and after tonight no one can have any doubt that it's true.
And tonight was the perfect example. It was everything from screwing Kane out of his match and making Tori spend the holidays with X-Pac to playing Santa and beating the crap out of Mankind. And of course my personal favourite, the topless match. And people have the nerve to accuse of me of having no holiday spirit. And when I say people by the way I mean the idiots on the roster, the ones who are constantly bitching and whining about the way Stephanie and I are running things around here. Well they can kiss my ass. If they don't like it, they know where the door is. I'm not in this to make friends and go easy on people. Neither is Steph. They want a title shot or a favour, well they can damn well earn it. I'm sick of the fucking curtain jerkers who think it's their God given right to be a champion or a contender for a title. The way I see it, they're lucky they are even getting air time and that includes that Olympic jack-off, Kurt Angle.
Raking my hand through my hair, I scowl at the simple thought of his name. There's just something about that guy that pisses me off. In fact he rubs me up the wrong way every time he looks in my direction and opens his stupid mouth. And the fact he acts so eager and fucking nice to everyone means I don't trust him one little bit. He's an asshole. And of course my dear wife obviously thinks I'm naive enough to believe that she's got nothing to do with the twerp and his current winning streak. Well, she's got everything to do with it. Fuck knows why she got involved in the first place. Apparently she's impressed with our Olympic gold medallist. The only thing she should be impressed about is how much of a fucking jerk the guy is. I mean he's like a retarded puppy prancing around trying his best to please everyone, in particular my wife. Not that I give a shit about that or the fact she actually finds him cute. Or at least I shouldn't give a shit about that. Problem is I think I do.
Just then Stephanie looks up and smiles at me. I feel that flutter in my chest that's becoming way too familiar for my liking. We're backstage after the show and she's sipping on a glass of champagne still wearing that oversized Santa hat. The hem of her short dress has crept up her crossed thigh as she sits on the small leather couch and my fingers itch to touch her. In fact I've wanted to touch her all night. Power is a strong aphrodisiac for me and a complete turn on. So is that tight little black number my wife is wearing. It accentuates her curves perfectly and it shows off those incredible legs that go on ever. Those legs are a perfect fit around my body and as the thought of me buried inside her suddenly makes my mouth go dry, I know it's only a matter of time before I turn the lock on the door and make love to Stephanie. And as scary as those two little words sound, I know it's the truth. I want to make love to her. Not screw her or fuck her or any other term I may have associated with sex in the past because sleeping with Stephanie has changed things for me. She's changed things.
Man, I honestly didn't see this coming. Me, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the biggest bastard walking the face of this planet, the guy who has never once cared about anyone in his life before is starting to care for little Stephanie McMahon. And her name alone should send me running for the hills. I mean, she's a McMahon. I should hate her guts just like I hate all the McMahons particularly Vince, daddy dearest. After all he's tried his best to make my life a living hell the past few months. He screwed me out of the title more times than I cared to remember and he tried to take me out permanently. But it turns out I wasn't the only one Vince had pissed off. And of course it benefitted me greatly to help Stephanie out and get even with her father. After all look at what I've gained. I've got more power than I ever dreamt possible. That power means I can push hard around here and get what I want and it's only a matter of days before I get my hands on the WWF championship again. That belt is my destiny and when I have it, I've got everything I ever wanted.
"Come over here."
Stephanie cocks her finger in my direction, beckoning me to her as she places her glass on the table in front of her. Of course I don't hesitate at all and within a matter of seconds, I'm lying on top of her on the sofa, kissing her and tasting the mixture of champagne and mint on her breath. She tastes so sweet as her tongue slides over mine and as my hand kneads her breast beneath her dress, I know the power wasn't the only turn on for me tonight. It was Stephanie and the woman she's blossoming into, the woman who can seduce me without even trying to. I watched her closely tonight. Stephanie is no longer the shy little virginal creature she used to be or at least the person she portrayed to her family and to the world. Her father's betrayal has turned her into this strong and assertive person determined to stop at nothing to get what she wants. Marrying me was the perfect example of that and part of me wonders if underneath it all my lovely wife is every bit as twisted and devious as I am. She just hides it better or at least she did until recently. Now I can see Stephanie wants the same things as I do and she doesn't care who she steps over or pisses off to get it. Ultimately, she wants the admiration and respect of every single person involved in this business. Well she's got my respect and a hell of a lot more into the bargain too.
Truth is a month or so down the line I've made business personal again but this time it's in a way I never ever expected because this time I'm not out for personal gain. I'm not screwing anyone over either. Matter of fact, the only person I'm screwing over is my own self because ever so slowly, this woman is doing something to me. Something I'm trying my hardest to fight but with each day that passes, it's proving more and more difficult and actually pretty fucking pointless because it appears my heart is on a collision course with one Stephanie McMahon. Or should I say Stephanie McMahon Helmsley.
Just then Stephanie cups me through my jeans and the palm of her hand strokes me, caressing me. I let out a low growl as her mouth moves to my neck and she breathes into my ear.
"I need you so much, Hunter."
The voice in my head replies that I need her too but I don't voice that need out loud. It's much too dangerous for me. Need makes me vulnerable and weak and I don't like feeling weak. I don't like feeling scared either but it's an emotion that has refused to go away recently especially when I realise Stephanie is consuming me to the point that it absolutely fucking terrifies me. What I feel for her terrifies me and if I'm not careful, there's every chance I could let her in. There's every chance I could fall in love with her in spite of myself and in turn there's every chance I could offer Stephanie my heart too. The only problem is she could throw it back and laugh in my face which isn't exactly appealing to me. In fact the thought totally blows which is why I have to protect myself somehow. I have to fight whatever this is that is happening to me because there is a reason I've never seriously gotten involved with a woman before. I'm way too selfish for a relationship and I honestly don't need the hassle. Plus I have to remember this is business, an arrangement convenient for both of us. Nothing more, nothing less so I shouldn't even try and entertain this ridiculous notion that I somehow care for this woman. This beautiful creature who has captured me in her spell.
But as my lips finds hers once more and Stephanie moans softly into my mouth, I feel that familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. That's when I realise I am fooling no-one including myself by denying what's happening here. I need and want Stephanie with everything inside me. I care about her and the truth of the matter is I think I might just care about her a little too much.