Chapter 9

A few days later, Alexis was better with a small scratch on her forehead, though she covered that up with makeup. She wore a pair of black dress pants with a long sleeved purple shirt, having gone on that shopping trip. Apparently, 'Taker had a conscious for what happened to her. Alexis walked inside the arena, her hair up in a high messy bun, a few tendrils framing her face. She had kept her word, though she didn't talk to Undertaker unless he initiated the conversation. She decided it wasn't worth getting bashed over the head with a chair again as they walked inside the dressing room and she sat in the chair that was next to his. Her lips were glossy with black and purple eyeliner around her eyes, mixing the look up a bit, black steel toed boots on her feet.

Playing Mr. Nice Guy was easy, though when she bought steel toed boots he made a mental note to start wearing a cup, just in case Alexis suddenly decided she was going to start going back to being a suicidal, psychotic bitch. He wasn't in the mood for reconstructive surgery on his balls. Sinking down into his chair, he looked to the gap in his Ministry, wondering idly if Edge was back yet, trying not to smirk at the thought of his match with the young upstart.

No matter how many times she tried convincing Edge not to do this, he wasn't listening or backing down. Alexis wasn't happy about it, but then again, she wasn't happy about a lot of things lately. She simply sat there, looking idly at the monitor, not making a single sound. Like always, when it was time for Undertaker's match, she walked behind him while he held her hand, this time not gripping her wrist, which had healed somewhat. She walked out on stage with him, her hair now down, and seen Edge was pacing like a caged animal in the ring. Alexis released his hand as she walked over to stand by ringside, staring at Edge, pleading with him not to do this and sighed when the match started, shaking her head and lowering it.

'Taker led Alexis over to the announcer's table, gesturing for her to sit down besides King before handcuffing her to the chair, not about to risk her interfering on Edge's behalf. Cautioning King away and point blank threatening bodily harm if they gave her a headset, he slipped into the ring.

The minute the Undertaker was through those ropes, Edge speared him, not pleased with the fact that Alexis had been cuffed to a chair like she was some kind of criminal or something.

Alexis couldn't believe he cuffed her. Didn't she give him her word? Her eyes narrowed and she prayed Edge won this match as she watched on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the stipulations of this match are simple. If Edge wins, Alexis is out of the Ministry. But if Undertaker wins, she's to stay with him for the rest of his career."

"Can you imagine serving the Undertaker for the rest of his career, JR? I actually feel bad for her."

Alexis watched on mutely, raking a hand through her hair and gaped when she seen Christian hop the barricade and clocked Undertaker in the head with a steel chair. This was a no disqualification match so it was legal. Her eyes widened when Edge gave Undertaker the Edgecutioner and pinned him for the win, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Maybe they had won the battle but now it was officially war. Growling, he got to his feet, head reeling and watched as the morons tried to get Alexis free.

Christian spotted him coming and lifted Alexis -chair and all- and placed her over his shoulder, heading the other way.

"FASTER!" Edge ordered, groaning when he seen the Ministry coming and guided his brother through the walk space between the ramp way and the barricade.

"Sorry, Lexi." Christian grunted, trying not to jostle her too much.

Alexis closed her eyes and head butted him, causing him to drop her and took the chair before clocking Edge in the back, sending him flying into his brother. "I told you, I gave him my word. I'm not leaving the Ministry. My career can further with them so it's really no offense to you boys." She felt the Ministry walk up behind her and wiped her tears before walking away, the chair hanging from her wrist, knowing she had done the right thing. Christian would get seriously injured if he kept trying to pursue so she had to ultimately break ties with him and Edge.

Even HE had to blink and do a double take at that one, looking up at the Titantron to watch the replay, a sick smirk coming across 'Taker's lips.

Through the haze of pain, Christian stared up at her, tears in his eyes, her words literally piercing his heart like a sharp knife stabbing him. "Lexi..." He whispered, rolling onto his side and held his head.

'Taker uncuffed her warily.

Alexis rubbed her wrist with her hand, looking back at a tearful Christian, slowly shaking her head. "Goodbye Christian." She murmured before walking away toward the Ministry's locker room, wrapping her arms around herself, trying not to break down until she was in the bathroom. She barely made it and slid down the door, burying her face in her knees, and proceeded to cry her heart and soul out. She hoped they understood why she did what she did, swallowing hard, the sobs tearing through every inch of her. "I'm so sorry Christian..." She whispered heartbrokenly, her own heart shattering in her chest.

"Maybe we should give her a moment." Paul said, stopping the Undertaker and the rest of the Ministry from entering after her, closing the locker room door, giving her complete privacy even though she had holed herself up in the bathroom. "'Taker, she needs a moment."

Nodding, he turned around to find Edge and Christian being helped to the medic's room, Christian's head slightly bruised from the head butt. "Put her in her own hotel room, Paul."

"Completely alone?"

"Adjacent to mine, of course."

She cried for an hour straight before finally pulling herself up, walking over, and stared in the mirror. She wasn't doing this because she wanted too, she was doing this because she had no choice. No matter if she did escape with Edge and Christian, 'Taker would still find her. She didn't know what he wanted with her, other than he just wanted to torment her. That was fine. She could be tormented as long as he left them alone. She washed her face and patted it dry, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail before walking back out. She blinked when Paul walked over to her, handing her some aspirin, and smiled gently at him.

"Thank you." She whispered, popping two with the glass of water he handed her and took her place beside the Undertaker, staring at the monitor with unreadable eyes.

Paul just nodded, watching her thoughtfully. He was wondering if the Undertaker placing Alexis in her own bedroom was a sign of him losing interest in the woman. Until tonight he had all, but kept her under lock and key, always at his side. Maybe seeing her severing ties with Christian had lessened the thrill of the chase. He sighed, rubbing his temples and took some aspirin himself.

Alexis was thrilled to find she had her own room, though it was attached to Undertaker's. Apparently the man was tired of sleeping on the floor. She sighed and sat down, raking a hand through her hair, wondering what was going to happen now. Perhaps showing him that she really wasn't going anywhere had inspired him to have a change of heart? Alexis didn't understand and, quite frankly, she was tired of trying.

"I need a bath." She decided and peeled her shirt off before her pants, dropping clothing on her way to the bathroom and started the water, seeing they were in a suite so she had another garden tub.

The only problem with this suite was there was only the one bathroom. And currently he was in the see through, glass shower, his back to her door. 'Taker groaned, pressing his hands against the wall, tilting his head forward so the hot water beat down on his back, feeling the tension leaving his body. He frowned when he heard water going besides his own and turned his head, wondering if the woman was that out of her goddamn mind to not see he was in here.

She was too distracted to notice him, clad in black panties and bra, and ran her hand over the water to get it to the temperature of her liking. She couldn't get the heartbreak in Christian's eyes out of her mind and sighed heavily. Granted, she loved him, but she also knew he would eventually get killed if he kept trying to take her away from the Ministry. She froze when she heard a cleared throat behind her and felt her eyes widen before immediately grabbing a towel, wrapping it around herself haphazardly.

"What are you doing in here?!" She demanded, seeing he was dripping wet and naked, her eyes immediately lowering to the floor.

"I do believe I should be asking you that actually." He said, trying to keep the amusement from his voice and failing miserably. Covering herself up was a bit of a waste since he'd seen it. "I was in here first, surely you realized the shower was going?" He reached for a towel of his own, not bothering to cover himself, but began drying his hair, his eyes never leaving hers.

"No, I didn't." She felt her cheeks inflame and immediately reached over, turning the bath water off. "Why are you in my bathroom?" She finally asked, turning around with her back to him, finally opening her eyes only to see his reflection in the mirror, shaking her head she lowered it, pinching the bridge of her nose. She also didn't realize this was a shared bathroom suite though the door in front of her was slowly making that concept seep into her mind. Alexis groaned inwardly, wondering if someone hated her up above to do this to her. "I-I'll let you finish. Sorry." She quickly vacated into her own hotel room.

Chuckling under his breath, he finished drying off and pulled on a pair of loose black pajama bottoms. He brushed out his hair and teeth before walking over to knock on the door. "All yours, Alexis." He called, still smirking as he retreated to his own bedroom.

God that image was going to haunt his sleep tonight. Maybe a suite with separate rooms hadn't been the brightest of ideas, though it did have the perk of one bathroom, two doors as he had just found out. Groaning again as the image of her beautiful body sprang to mind, 'Taker went to fix himself a drink.

Alexis walked back into the bathroom and looked all over before finally discarding her towel and garments, slipping into the water, which was still hot. Sighing out in contentment, she let it wash away everything that happened to her, every problem and worry. With her foot, she turned the water back on and leaned back against the tub, her eyes closing, completely relaxed, turning the water off when it was warmer and just sat there in pure bliss.

He could hear the water running and cursed softly, trying not to think about her. Anything, but her. Anything, but the gentle curve of those luscious hips, knowing his hands would fit against them perfectly. Or her firm breasts, remembering how when Alexis had leaned over they... "Fuck..." He hissed, cracking his neck and rolling out of bed. He walked over to the bathroom door, leaned his head against it, palm splayed on the wood. If he had been losing interest it was definitely back now.

God this was heaven as she slowly sat up, pouring some shampoo in her hair and began scrubbing it, sighing gently. For this brief moment, it was just her and nobody else. Her time to herself as she rinsed her hair by dunking into the water, slowly resurfacing, and blinked the water out of her eyes. She then did the conditioner, leaving it in her hair and proceeded to pour some bath gel in her hand that smelled of lavender, grabbing her razor and began the shaving process. She liked having smooth legs, it was just a thing with her. A smile crossed her face as she put all of her focus into this moment, Christian, 'Taker, everyone else out of her mind.

After standing there a full ten minutes and she was STILL in that goddamn tub, naked and torturing him without even trying he opened the door. His green eyes darkened at the sight before him, watching as she hunched over to cover herself and closed the door behind him, leaning against it, arms folding over his chest. Hell, if she was going to tease him even in his dreams, he might as well just watch the real thing.

"I want you." He said bluntly, not about to force her, but giving her a heads up, he WOULD have her.

Alexis blinked at him, her violet eyes wide, and wanted to shout at him to get out, but her voice box wasn't working. "I told you, I don't want you." She finally stated before dunking under the water to rinse her conditioner out, resurfacing and was damn glad she had finished shaving her legs before he intruded on her personal time. That just pissed her off, then again, she had intruded on his. "I get it. This is about me disturbing your shower. Very funny 'Taker." She was now pressed against the tub, her chest from his view, knowing she couldn't get out until he left.

"I'm not joking with you, Alexis."

'Taker crossed the room to her, reaching under her arms and lifted her up, pressing their bodies together. He didn't give a damn that his chest and bottoms were now soaked through, just feeling her pressed against him was heaven. Though he had a feeling it'd be hell when he was back in bed. He leaned down and captured her lips with his in a searing kiss, his tongue caressing her lips, coaxing them open slowly.

To say she was shocked when he did this wasn't the word. She couldn't think and pressed her hands against his chest, trying to break the kiss. Finally succeeding and stumbling back to land on the floor, Alexis snatched the towel on the floor to try and cover up, her lips slightly swollen.

"GET OUT!" She shouted, trembling from head to toe, her violet eyes both wide with fear and anger, not believing he just FORCED himself on her like that! She knew this little white towel the hotel offered wasn't covering her, but she had to try, swallowing hard and breathing heavily.

He stared down at her, confusion on his face for a moment before realizing she thought she was about to be raped, his face going blank though the desire remained in his darkened green eyes. Doing a roundabout, he stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Groaning, he adjusted himself before pouring himself a drink. The taste of her lips...He slammed down the whiskey and poured another.

Alexis made sure to lock the bathroom door along with the adjoining one, after getting dressed in a long sleeved black shirt and pajama pants, pacing back and forth in her hotel room. He could've done it; he could've taken her, but he didn't. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she finally collapsed on the bed, curling up in a tight ball and cried herself to sleep, though she couldn't get the feeling of his lips from hers. That frightened her even more and made Alexis think twice about betraying Christian and Edge the way she had. She was truly alone now with a sexual predator and she wasn't sure if she could fight him off much longer.

'Taker did not sleep at all that night. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of her would greet him. When he opened them, he remembered the feel of her lips under his and her hands on his chest. Finally he just sat in bed with the light on and read a book, or tried too.