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Chris left the office bewildered and confused, what was Stephanie trying to do to him? He wanted to move on, he wanted to let go like she had asked him to, but now she was throwing all that out the window and throwing herself at him. He didn't understand her, if she wanted to end things, if she was so sure she didn't love him, then why do all this now? It didn't make sense. And while it was driving him crazy, he didn't want to search for answers. He just wanted to try and forget the whole thing happened…except his "little friend" had other ideas.

He bolted down the hallway, running as fast as his legs would take him in desperate search of the locker room. A cold shower was calling his name, mainly because he had to solve his little "problem" before he saw anyone.

Then the next thing he knew he wasn't running anymore, almost as if he had hit a wall. Looking around he noticed Trish on the floor, in his careless state he had run into her. "Oh god Trish I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Chris told her, extending his hand to help her off the floor.

Trish smiled at him and proceeded to dust off the back of her pants, "No harm done, but where's the fire babe?"

"Huh?"

"You were running from the office like a bat out of hell, is everything alright?" The blonde asked sweetly, laying a hand on his shoulder.

This situation couldn't get much worse, and Chris had to make sure that his new girlfriend didn't notice that he had come from Stephanie's office with a souvenir. "Everything's great." He spat nervously as he began to frantically aces the area praying to god that the locker room would be close.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips in relief when he noticed it was only two doors down. "But I've really got to go," He said cupping himself, he couldn't take the chance that she would notice that he was abruptly standing at attention at the hands of his ex girlfriend.

There was one thing he was thankful for however and that was that Trish had no idea that Stephanie and him had ever been involved. It wasn't a widely known relationship, which he was usually upset about but tonight he was more then grateful. Because a stiffy from an ex wasn't exactly the best way to help start a blossoming relationship. Then again he didn't know that she was in charge tonight so maybe Trish had no idea Vince wasn't around either.

She laughed lightly and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, something that in the past week Chris had grown found of. The simple form of affection made Chris smile every time, and right now it made him feel guilty…he just needed to stay away from the billion-dollar princess and everything would be fine. But it seems to be easier said then done.

"See you later." She said sweetly, pulling him from his thoughts.

He kissed her forehead quickly in response and headed for that precious door to the locker room.

The cold water rushed over Chris's body and he instantly felt relieved, that was definitely a close call. He knew that kissing Stephanie was wrong, and he didn't want to hurt Trish, really it was the last thing he wanted. But it seemed to be a moth to flame situation, the undeniable attraction between him and the buxom brunette was impossible to fight.

Old habits die hard, and Stephanie was just so familiar to him. Six months ago she was his world, and had been for quite a while, so having her ripped away from him prevented the closer he needed. Watching her live happily ever after with Paul, or Hunter, as everyone seemed to call him, was too much to handle.

Hunter seemed to be a good name for him anyway, it was cold and detached, and Paul never really could separate his in ring persona from who he was anyway. It suited him just fine, besides Chris didn't have enough respect for him to call him anything else anyway.

When he was sure the icy water had taken the desired effect he quickly grabbed at towel and stepped out of the shower. Chris nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder; he swung around quickly fists in the air ready for a fight.

"Wo dude cool it, it's just me."

The Winnipeg native sighed in relief at the sight of his best friend Jay, better known to in the wrestling world as Christian. "You scared the shit out of me."

A laughed rolled off Jay's lips, "I just touched you, what the hells gotten into you?"

"Women." Chris said abruptly.

Jay smirked, "Women are getting into you? Shouldn't you be getting into women bro?"

Chris shoved him lightly, "Hardy har har ass wipe, you know damn well what I mean." Leave it to Jay Reso to make a joke out of anything and everything possible.

"I do, but I enjoy pissing you off too much to let things like that slide." He said snidely, rubbing his jaw lightly, while he soaked up the less then amused state that Chris was in.

"You know what? Fuck you!" He spat, quickly growing tired of the other Canadians antics.

He smiled, "Wow you are worked up aren't you? Why are you complaining about women, didn't I see you prancing around with the breath taking Ms. Stratus all week?"

Chris ran a hand back through his blonde hair in frustration. "She has nothing to do with it."

Jays brow arched in curiosity, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, it's Steph that's got me so on edge." He responded, grabbing his bag from his locker, the sooner he changed the sooner he could get out of here and that was another week away from Stephanie.

"Steph?" Jay repeated questioningly, completely taken back by her name rolling of his friend's lips, resisting the urge to make a joke about Chris on Edge aka Adam at the moment, "I thought she was out of the picture."

Slamming the locker shut he responded, "So did I."