Wow, another update, and you guys didn't have to wait months for it! Don't ask me why, but for some reason I'm having a complete creative flow. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and read and review as always. Also, recommend me to other readers that you know because for some reason my stories don't seem to show up in the Just In section.

Love
Katy
xxxx

The next day, Caitlin left Brandon with Jeff, telling them she was going for a well-needed retail therapy session, and to call her on her mobile phone if they needed her.

As she neared Raleigh, the car stereo blaring out loud heavy metal, Caitlin felt her stomach relax and her worries start to dissipate. However, the relief was short-lived as she noticed the large billboard advertising that night's RAW taking place in the local arena.

Caitlin pulled into the parking space, only narrowly avoiding the cars on either side. Parking had never been one of her strong points, but there was no valet at a place this size.

She smiled a little at the group of women already positioned at the back entrance to the arena, eager to catch a glimpse of their favourite superstars. The show didn't start for another eight hours, but this group were hardcore; they were the same as the ones who used to shout abuse at Caitlin because they hated the fact that she was with Paul.

It had been nearly four years since she'd been at a WWE event, but she was comforted by the familiarity of it all. The crew were running around, frantically trying to get everything ready for the show, superstars were slowly arriving, and ring-rats were propositioning anyone they could in a bid to get backstage.

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that the beautiful, gone but never forgotten, Caitlin Masterson I see before me?"

Caitlin laughed at the black man standing in front of her. "Coming from the best looking security man in the company, that's one hell of a compliment, Charlie."

"Come inside." He led her through the crowd of fans and into the backstage area, where he handed her a pass. "Most people know you, but I better follow the rules. You here to see Shane, then?"

"Nope, not today. I see enough of his ass down in Cameron. Charlie, can you not tell anyone I'm here? It would mean a lot."

"Not a problem." He let Caitlin kiss him on the cheek and watched her walk away. "He's down the second corridor on the right, fifth door on the left."

Thanks to Charlie's directions, Caitlin found Paul's room with ease, and taking one deep breath to prepare herself, she knocked loudly.

"Come in," the gruff voice on the other side of the door called.

A sudden boldness took over Caitlin as she pushed the door open and strode in confidently. She was pleased to note the shocked expression on Paul's face as she sat down opposite him.

"My turn to surprise you," she explained.

"Well, it is a pleasant surprise."

"I'm not here for niceties Paul. I want to know why you did it."

Paul sighed and looked at the floor. "Do we have to do this?"

"Yes." Caitlin's voice was firm and steady, although inside she was quivering. "I have to know."

"I wanted to hurt you," he began slowly, trying to focus that far back in time. "I was so overcome with the idea that you and Jeff were fooling around I couldn't see straight. I was in the hotel bar and I was drunk and Stephanie was there and I just wanted you to feel as bad as I did."

"How many times did I tell you that nothing was going on between Jeff and I?"

"I know that now. I think deep down I knew it back then, too. But part of me just couldn't shake the feeling."

"You gave up everything we had, for revenge?" Caitlin's voice was filled with disbelief.

"I thought I'd already lost you to him. I felt like I didn't have anything left to lose."

Caitlin watched Paul's face as he spoke, searching for any hints that he was lying to her. All she could see was a lot of emotion and pain at the memories of what had happened.

"Did you bring Brandon with you?" He asked, his face lighting up.

"No. I didn't know how well this would go and I figured it might be a little bit confusing for him."

"Maybe next him, I suppose," he murmured, looking crestfallen. "I'm sorry, for everything."

Caitlin finally softened and placed her hand over Paul's. Neither of them could ignore the electricity that passed between them, and as their eyes met, Caitlin instinctively pulled her hand back.

"I've been waiting a long time to hear you say that," she admitted. "It helps a lot."

"I meant what I said Caitlin. I love you. I know this may sound like I'm being pushy, but I need to know how you feel about me."

Caitlin knew that now more than ever, she owed it to Paul to be completely honest. "I don't know. I wish I could give you a definitive answer." She looked at her watch. "Shit. I have to go, I have a hair appointment. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

Paul watched Caitlin walk to the door, turn the handle and look back at him.

"Caitlin," he rose slowly. "If there is any part of you, no matter how small, that still loves me, you owe it to yourself to do something about it."

Caitlin nodded. "Goodbye Paul. I'll keep in touch."