Chapter 3

Later on that night, Grace laid in her hotel room, wearing a pair of black cotton shorts with a matching tank top, her usual bed wear -though she threw on the occasional nightgown- when a knock sounded at her door. Raising an eyebrow, she finished the rest of her pizza she ordered from the place across the street and set her book down before going to see who it was. "Odd." She murmured when she seen no one there and opened the door anyway, thinking it was a maid or someone who had gone off after she hadn't answered the door soon enough.

The minute she had opened the door, he stepped into view, in street clothes of black jeans that fit him like a second skin and a long sleeved black thermal shirt that hugged his muscular chest. His hair was hanging down his back and over his shoulders, green eyes locking with her amber orbs instantly. "Hello, Grace." 'Taker said his deep voice calm, though when she tried to close the door on him, his eyes flashed with annoyance, a boot moving to block the door.

"Go away." She ordered, backing up instantly, wondering why he was here and how he had found her. She swallowed hard when the door closed behind him softly. Though it was ominous, her eyes not moving from his. "This is my room, I paid for it, now get out!" She tried a more forceful tone and seen the amusement shining in those dangerous green eyes, beginning to tremble again, taking a step back when he took one forward. "What do you want?" She resignedly asked, wishing she hadn't ate that pizza because she was feeling sick right now.

"You." He said bluntly, green eyes taking in the room with a snort before once more absorbing her. 'Taker advanced on her, more than amused that with every forward step he took, she was taking two backwards, though eventually the wall halted her. He stared down at her for a moment then suddenly had her pinned, one massive thigh blocking her legs so she couldn't kick him, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. One hand held her wrists over her head while the other kneaded her side.

A scream was muffled when his lips captured hers, her wrists squirming in his grasp, wondering what the hell this man thought he was doing by forcing himself on her like this! Grace managed to rip her lips from his, tears shining in her eyes. "Let me go!" She cried out, only for him to muffle her again with another kiss. The man could kiss, there was no doubt about it, but the fear was flooding her entire body as she twisted and torqued her body, even bucking her hips. "Stop it!" She whispered when she managed to rip her lips from his again, trying to find someway out of this predicament while his green eyes blazed down at her. "Please stop it…" A single tear trickled down her cheek, knowing her father would be FURIOUS to find out what his co-worker did to his daughter.

"Why?" He murmured against her throat, kissing his way down to her pulse point, smirking when he felt how fast it was throbbing. A second later he had lifted Grace up, wrapping her legs around his waist and resumed kissing her, feeling her now hitting him and tugging on his hair. With a hiss when she wrenched back on his hair, his eyes fastened on hers, the usual green now almost black with lust.

"Stop it." She stated forcefully, her lips slightly swollen, trying to gain control since her body was shaking against his, her hand planting on his shoulder. When he went to kiss her again, Grace knew what she had to do. Taking her pointer finger and thumb, Grace applied a pressure point to his neck, causing him to instantly drop her, knowing she was temporarily paralyzing his right arm. She released it and stumbled back, wiping her lips off with the back of her hand along with the tears from her eyes. "Now, I'm only going to ask you one last time before I call security. Get out of my room." She ordered, being the top student in her medical class, Grace knew the body like the back of her hand, including how to defend herself against giants such as him.

His left arm was fine and he used it to lift her into the air, dangling from one massive hand, her feet hanging several feet from the ground. His eyes were daring her to try something, snorting as her hands automatically flew to his, trying to free herself. With a snort and a look of barely veiled anger, he dropped her.

Grace gasped for air, coughing as she scrambled away from him, absolutely petrified of him, her blood red hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Her side was killing her, carpet or not. Her eyes widened when he came toward her and closed her eyes, praying this was a nightmare that would go away, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Please go away, please go away..." She whispered to herself, though he could hear her, and gripped the silver cross in her hand that was around her neck, a gift from her father from four Christmas's ago. It had her name engraved on the back.

His eyes fastened on the cross, arching an eyebrow. "You think that will save you, precious?" He demanded in an amused, yet thoroughly evil tone of voice. "While I might look like Satan, I am not." He crouched down, staring at her, though remained out of kicking distance, now more than aware this assumingly docile woman was anything but. Pulling that pressure point stunt. Smart girl. She was lucky he didn't return the favor with one of his own. "You look nothing like your father."

She slowly opened her eyes, seeing he was now bent down as their eyes locked. What was it about his eyes? Grace took a few deep breaths to calm down, knowing she couldn't become hysterical because it wouldn't solve anything. "He is my father." She stated softly, turning the cross over and showed him the engraving.

To My Gracie Girl, Love Your Father Paul

She sniffled, slowly standing up on shaky knees, and wiped her tears away. "Did you think I was lying or something? Don't you think my father would have told you if I wasn't his daughter?" Her voice was soft and low, seeing he wasn't coming after her, and put some distance between them.

Paul's been known to lie when the occasion suits him. You think I'd employ him if he was a model of virtue?" 'Taker snorted, not moving from his crouching position, looking like a panther ready to lunge at the merest provocation. "And anyone can give a pretty girl a necklace with daddy scribbled on the back." He added nastily, smirking when she looked ready to cry or scream, rising to his full height, staring down at her. "Why are you here, Grace?"

"I haven't seen my father in four years and wanted to see him. Medical school was rough with schedules and I know how much he travels. I found out from Vince McMahon and the man was kind enough to send me a plane ticket." She actually smiled, remembering that conversation, quickly clearing her head as she took another step back away from him, seeing he was ready to pounce. "I assure you, I am Paul's daughter. I have my mother's eyes and my hair is dyed." She wiped a few more tears away that fell, not believing she was explaining herself to this...monster that apparently got his rocks off by forcing himself on innocent women.

"Obviously." His eyes strayed to her hair, wondering idly what she'd look like with black or maybe straight purple, a slow smirk crossing his sensual lips. "I'll let you get some sleep, Grace. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be long and quite interesting for you." He chuckled at some joke only he was in on, crossing the room to the door, pulling it open. "Sweet dreams, precious." The words were mocking, lingering behind long after he was gone.

Grace couldn't feel her legs as she dropped to her knees, the tears suddenly rushing down her face as she trembled from head to toe, covering her mouth with her hand, still feeling his kisses and had to pull herself up on the bed to curl into a tight ball. She was telling her father what happened, though she doubted he'd be able to do anything. Not turning the light off, Grace cried herself to sleep, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest.

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Paul hadn't been able to sleep either, his mind refusing to allow him to do so. He found himself thinking about things he had thought locked and buried deep, deep in the darkest recesses of his mind, sighing and shook them away. How could he let himself be talked into…okay, fine, he had been forced. He should have refused, taken his beating and sent Grace packing. He knew better, she wasn't going to be a toy just because 'Taker had an ADD problem.

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The following day, Grace woke up and took another shower, wanting to get the reminder of Undertaker's prints from the previous night off of her. She then changed into a pair of blue jeans with a dark blue tank top, pulling her hair up then leaving it down. It curled at the ends naturally, giving it bounce. She did her makeup, eyeliner and gloss, like normal before slipping her white tennis shoes on. Breakfast was serving for another hour and she was starving, not finishing her pizza from the previous night, thanks to her visitor. She shivered, grabbing her jean jacket and keycard along with her rental car keys. She'd completely forgotten she left her car at the arena and knew she'd have to call a cab to go retrieve it. First things first was food.

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"Look, I've been up all night thinking about it and I don't think Grace would be comfortable on the road."

Indeed Paul did look like he had been up all night, interesting. On the bright side, he wouldn't need to wear makeup under his eyes to make half moons. "I think I would be more comfortable with her on the road. Besides Paul, that's your daughter, is it not? Don't you want to spend time with her?"

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After getting some cereal with a bagel, Grace sat down along with the paper, wanting to catch up on the news and whatnot. She sighed, seeing all the crime while sipping her coffee, nibbling on her bagel, one leg crossed over the other. Suddenly, the paper was pulled down to reveal stunning blue eyes, causing a bright smile to cross her face at the sight of Steve. He didn't scare her like Undertaker did as she set her bagel down, her eyes glittering.

"Good morning, Steve."

"Good mornin', Grace." He greeted, dropping down across the table from her. "I figured I'd come see if you needed a ride again." He said, eyeballing her tiny breakfast -well, to him it was tiny- with an arched eyebrow. "Since you obviously didn't drive yerself here last night, unless you got a car at the arena?" He knew why she hadn't driven herself and figured if this was her first time in this city, she probably wouldn't want to be stuck with a cab.

A blush crept in her cheeks as she set the paper aside fully and pulled the keys out of her pocket, dangling them. "I was going to call a cab to go get my rental from the arena." She admitted and smiled when he did. God he had a beautiful smile and those eyes...Grace took a sip of her coffee, deciding she could always grab something to eat later on, hopefully with Steve. "One sec." She stood up and threw her food away before grabbing her jacket, taking his extended hand, and allowed him to guide her out of the hotel.

"Now, I can either drop you off at the arena and you can take your rental, or you can take pity on a guy and ride with me to the next show. Unless you'd like to catch up with your dad?" Where the hell was Paul anyway? Steve hid a frown, knowing where Paul was the Undertaker was which probably meant Grace was playing duck and dodge.

She giggled at his joke, leaning her head against his arm. "If you give me a second to go grab my bag, I'll ride to the next destination with you." She softly said nodding when he told her he'd go get his truck and meet her out front. Grace rushed inside and up to her room, checking out, and walked back out five minutes later, seeing he was waiting for her. Somehow, she managed to get inside since the truck was incredibly tall, setting her bag on the dashboard, and buckled up. She felt save with Steve and trusted him, even though she hardly knew him. "The hotel was kind enough to call the rental company for me." She informed him, not wanting him to make any unnecessary stops, blinking when her cell phone started ringing and flipped it open. "I was wondering if you'd remember my number, dad."

"Of course I did." Paul said flatly, not amused by how things were turning out. "Where are you, Grace? I want to come pick you up so we can drive to the next show together." Minus the Undertaker who had loftily said he wasn't giving up his bus -and the bed that came in the bus- for a miniscule rental car.

Steve tried not to listen.