CHAPTER 20 – Hope never dies
Three months later Fresia was still in Paradise. Mark was her life and she loved him more and more. She woke up every morning in his arms – for they were rooming together now – had breakfast alone or with Jessie and Glen then went to the arena together, where Mark had to film some segment for the impending show, meet the boss or simply warm up for his match. Fresia worked all the afternoon till late evening, then Mark came to her department to braid his hair and then Fresia walked him to the backstage, where she met with the girls to watch the show. When the match was over she accompanied him to his dressing room and waited while he showered and changed. Then they went back to their hotel room where they always made love passionately, falling asleep holding each other.
Fresia was savoring every moment with her dream man and her happiness reflected on her face, her smile, the light in her eyes every time she looked at him. She wasn't trying to hide her feelings either, filling him with attentions, not going too far because she didn't want to bother him. She knew that he was a reserved man so when they were in public she restrained herself a little. Mark from his part had changed, you can say he softened a little. He had lost the annoyed expression he always wore when she was around him before; now he interacted with her, looking and talking to her sometimes with a smile on his lips, a sincere smile of appreciation for the young woman that was with him.
The entire WWF was aware of what was happening between those two and some had almost had a hart attack the first time they saw Mark put an arm on Fresia's shoulders, coming back from a match. They were grateful to Fresia because she managed to round off his angles and they could work easier, without the worry to become the target of some pissed off colossus.
There was just a little detail missing. Despite her efforts, he still hadn't acknowledged his feelings: no love word had ever come out from his sexy but stubborn mouth. In a moment of discouragement she even had thought that he didn't give a shit about her…. Until something happened that make the hope return in her heart.
Mark was the guest in a national radio, for an interview. Fresia arrived at the arena alone and went to catering to have lunch. She met her friend Jason at the restaurant, already seated at a table with his inseparable mixed salad in front of him. He waved at Fresia, when he saw her entering the room and she joined him, after filling the tray at the buffet. Jason knew everything about Mark and Fresia, she kept him informed like she did with her other girlfriend. In fact he was a mine of advices and always managed to help her. After lunch they stayed at the restaurant a little more, sipping a hot tea – he was devoted to the infusion even more than Fresia – because it was still early.
"So – he asked – any novelty from the love front?"
"Nope, I tell him that I love him and he hugs me, holds me tight and kisses me, but he never says anything" she sighed.
"You know, sometimes actions speak more than words"
"Sure and his actions are telling me that he likes to be with me, but this doesn't mean that he loves me" she said, a little depressed.
"Darling, you've been together for three months now and believe me, I know for sure that he has never had a relationship so long before".
"Long? Three months are not all that much" she protested.
"They are for him, seeing that he never lasted more than three weeks" he giggled.
Ten minutes later they left the restaurant to go working and Jason walked her till her department.
"Promise me that you won't surrender – he said taking her hands – I've put my money on you and you would make me lose my savings".
Fresia smiled, feeling better. "I promise – she said lifting her right hand – Thank you Jason".
They hugged and Jason kissed her twice on her cheeks. It was like this that Mark spotted them. Fresia and the insipid little man he had already seen with her often, embracing tightly in the dimly light of the corridor. A blind fury took him and for the first time in his life he understood the meaning of the expression "seeing red".
"Let go of her, now" he growled to the poor Jason, his voice a frightening rumble resounding between the walls of the corridor.
Fresia turned around and saw Mark marching towards them like a tank.
"Sure thing, sir" he obeyed, before rushing away at breakneck speed, to more safe places.
"Come back, you little asshole" bellowed Mark beside himself and was about chasing him when Fresia walked in front of him, blocking him.
"Mark, what's got into you?" she asked, hands on her hips.
He lowered his eyes, 14 inch. under him, watching his woman getting in his way.
"Are you protecting him? – he barked – maybe before catching him it's better to clarify the question with you".
He grabbed her arm and dragged her in his dressing room, pushing her inside it roughly and locking the door.
"Clarify? There's nothing to clarify Mark – she yelled, not in the least pleased to be treated in that way – I told you that I have no intention to ignore my friends and Jason is a friend, you like it or not. We had lunch together and were saying our hello".
She looked cocky but any step Mark took towards her, Fresia drew away a step.
"What about rule n. 1? I'm possessive too, Squirrel and I have no intention to let someone else put his hands on you, especially an insignificant insect like that. You're mine, understood?". He wasn't shouting anymore, but his voice, low and deep, was more frightening of a gun at her temple. She stepped back again, weighing up what he was saying.
"What? Jason? Jason has nothing to do with it" she said more and more confused. Then an idea popped in her mind and she finally understood. An amused smile appeared on her face, widening little by little till it became a giggle.
"Mark, you can't believe that Jason and I…" She couldn't go on, laughing.
"what the hell are you laughing for?" he thundered, pushing her back till she reached the wall.
Fresia looked at him with love. He was jealous! What a wonderful thing!
"Because, my magnificent stupid, Jason would be happier having a date with you, rather than me" she replied grinning. Then, since he looked disoriented, she explained: "Jason is gay, silly".
Mark felt as if he was breathing better. He felt a stupid indeed, but damn if he would have admitted it to her. Fresia started to laugh again at his stunned face, putting her forehead on his chest.
"You're having a lot of fun now, eh?" he asked pressing her against the wall with his body. He took her face in his big hands and kissed her vehemently, moving his body to make her feel his powerful erection. Fresia kissed him back with as much passion, caressing his chest. Mark lifted her, pressing her against the wall and made her put the legs around his waist. A hand went under the dress, caressing her thighs till he reached her panties. He closed his fist on the tiny piece of lace and ripped it out with immense satisfaction. His cock got even more rigid, if possible.
He touched her sex, to be sure she was ready for him then, in an only fluid movement he entered her to the hilt. Fresia trembled at his invasion and pulled away from his mouth to catch her breath. God, but he was big!
"Oh yes Mark – she whispered while he pumped inside her – I'm having a lot of fun".
She couldn't move, blocked between the wall and his body. He was in control and she couldn't help but let him have his way… enjoying every minute.
"You're mine Squirrel – he panted in between thrusts – No other man will ever have you. You belong to me".
She moaned her consent and he increased his pace.
"Tell me Squirrel – he breathed – tell me now".
She smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
"I love you Mark" she managed to meow, a moment before surrendering to the pleasure. He watched her cumming, plunging deeply inside her while a potent orgasm washed over him, overwhelming his senses.
They remained there for a few minutes, against the wall to not fall dawn, Mark still inside her, panting. Then he lifted his head. He'd been a little too rough and looked at her to make sure she wasn't too upset.
She smiled, instead. "You know, I think we just had our first argument" she said kissing all over his face.
"Uh uh" he answered, incapable of thinking coherently.
"We should fight more often, if making up will be always like this".
He chuckled, threw her on his shoulder ignoring her protests and carried her to the bathroom. After all they had to clean up to go back to work.
After that episode, Fresia regained her optimism, her self-confidence and the hope that someday Mark would have dumped his body armor, declaring his love for her. Her friends were constantly encouraging her, especially Jessie who could see a certain something in his eyes, every time he looked at Fresia. The only one who never voiced her opinion was Stephanie. She didn't want to cast her friend down, but unfortunately she knew Mark since she was a child and was well aware of how harsh and merciless he could be. When Mark wanted something he could become as brutal as a stone cracker just to have his way. And when he wanted to close a relationship with someone, he could be implacable.
He didn't know what tact and diplomacy were and Stephanie had seen more than a woman coming out poorly after a confrontation with him. Not physically, of course. Mark would have never raised his hands on a woman, she was sure about it, but he sure could wound her spirit badly. She was impressed though by his behavior towards Fresia, he treated her with respect and kindness, there was a sort of tenderness in him. But what if Mark got tired of her? Fresia would have needed all her courage and the help of her friends to not come out of the relationship totally broken. Stephanie just hoped that he would fall in love with Fresia… Who knows, maybe sometimes miracles happen.
For example, a sort of miracle happened in the relationship with Paul. Stephanie had followed Cindy's advices to the letter: she had put Paul aside and had started to go out with other men. Not everybody, of course, but someone she liked. So she accepted to have dinner a few times with Kurt and now they were good friends. Kurt had problems with his wife Karen and when he needed a break from the mess that was his marriage, he loved to spend time with Stephanie, watching a movie or simply strolling around. A good talk with her and he felt relaxed and in peace again.
Then there was Paul Wight, alias Big Show. He was a really funny person and when they were together Stephanie always ended up holding her stomach in pain, by dint of laughing. Scott Hall too asked her to have dinner with him, but despite the fact that he was an undoubtedly handsome man, she couldn't felt at ease in his presence; she didn't trust him, that's it. So she said no. The first time he accepted it calmly. The second one, he turned his back at her abruptly, outraged. The third time he got really angry.
"You believe you're above us all, right Princess?" he hissed grabbing her arm forcefully.
"Let me go Scott, you're hurting me" she said, trying not to panic.
"You think you're better than me? Let's see how much of a Lady you are, when you'll be on your back getting fucked like a common wore".
He was about to drag her away and she started screaming for help, trying to free herself. Then suddenly she was free. Something had swept away Hall, pulling him away from Stephanie. The impact was so hard to make her lost balance and she had found herself sitting on the floor. From her position she had seen what provoked that earthquake. Or better, who. Paul charged Scott like a fury, making him let go of her and now he was blocking Hall against the wall, squeezing his throat menacingly.
"If you ever will touch Stephanie again, I'll kill you. Don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't breath in her direction" Paul said.
Scott seemed shaken and nodded. As soon as Paul left him, Hall tried to punch him but Paul was ready: he dodged his fist and replied elbowing Scott in plain face. Scott collapsed on the floor, unconscious. In the meanwhile, a little crowd collected around them, attracted by Stephanie's screams and the noise of the fight. Kevin Nash was with Paul when they heard Stephanie crying for help. Paul rushed along the corridor like a panther, to defend her. Then Scott had tried a stupid move and now he was paying the consequences, as usual.
Well my friend, you really deserved it – Kevin thought, throwing Scott on his shoulder like an old rag and taking him to the infirmary.
In the meanwhile Paul was picking up Stephanie from the floor. She didn't think about it a minute and flew in his arms, shocked by what had just happened. Paul held her tight to him and rocked her, her head on his massive shoulder. All those presents starting to disperse little by little, shaking their heads and exchanging their point of views:
"That Scott Hall is always been a problem, but now he's becoming dangerous"
"Vince McMahon sure will drive him out, nobody put their paws on his daughter"
"Thank God Paul was there"
"Wanna bet that those two will end up together?"
And so on…..
Stephanie was now in the dressing room she shared with Paul. He made her sit down on one of the couches and sat beside her.
"Thank you Paul – she said with trembling voice – I was really afraid and didn't know what to do when he began to pull me".
"Scott is a walking mine, everybody knows it – he replied - It wasn't very wise to accept his courting".
"But I didn't accept anything at all. He asked me out and I said no, that's why he got angry" protested Stephanie.
"Mmmh… he's always drunk…. Probably he saw you going out with several men and thought he could put his hands on you" Paul commented, as if he was talking to himself.
"The way you're saying it, seems like I'm making a collection of men". She was getting over the shock and started to lose her patient a little.
"You have to admit that lately you've been a lot busy…" he started, but was interrupted by Stephanie, jumping on her feet like a spring.
"Busy? What the hell do you mean by busy? I went out with two men, what's more two friends, and now I'm a slut?" She asked, hands on her hips, raising her voice more and more.
"Calm down Stephanie, I wasn't saying that.." he tried to minimize.
"Of course not, it takes courage to say such things, you're just insinuating instead. Next you'll say that it was my fault if that beast of Scott wanted to…" she couldn't finish the phrase, too shaken by the memories of the words Scott spat in her face.
"Enough Stephanie, don't try me! No, it's not your fault if Scott is an animal and you don't have to be afraid because if he values his life he will not come near you again".
He stood up and Stephanie immediately lost her physical advantage.
"The two guys which you had dinner with, are married, Steph. Isn't this important for you?"
"Lord, Paul, I told you that they are my F-R-I-E-N-D-S – she yelled irritated – Sharing a dinner with someone doesn't mean sharing his bed too".
"Kurt is going to separate by his wife. Are you thinking of taking the still warm place of Karen" he asked, scornful.
Stephanie lost her patient and before he could react, slapped him so hard that he turned his face to the side.
"How do you dare to say such awful things? Anyway, I'm not going to wait for you forever, you stupid blond ape!" she shouted out of control, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth she realized her admission. She put a hand on her mouth, startled and then rushed to the door. Paul was faster, though and reached the door before Stephanie, locking the door and putting the key in his pocket. Then he turned around to look at Stephanie, who was petrified in the middle of the room. Was he going to hit her?
"Not this time, Princess. You won't leave until I'll let you" he growled. Then he grabbed her by her hair and kissed her roughly, holding her tight in his arms while she pushed against his chest to try to free herself. Then the sensation of her soft curves under his hands made him lose the battle with his body. The hands in her hair became caressing, the mouth that was pressed roughly on Stephanie's lips started to move with sensuality and the punitive kiss he wanted to inflict her turned into a passion explosion. They kissed for several minutes, in the middle of the dressing room. Then he pulled away to catch his breath.
"Is it this that you were waiting for? – He murmured while his lips ran down her neck – 'Cause I've waited too much. Enough is enough".
He kissed her again, almost carrying her to the nearer sofa. He put an arm under her knees, lifting her a little, just to make her sit down on the couch. Than he was on her. Stephanie had completely lost her mind, his hands were all over her body caressing her in places she only had hoped he wanted. Paul was right, they couldn't wait anymore. They undressed each other slowly, kissing and stroking and within a few minutes were stark naked. Paul devoured her body with his eyes, she was the more sensual creature he had ever seen. He lowered his mouth on her breasts and started to taste them in turn, closing his mouth around the nipples and sucking tenderly while she whined and trembled under his ministration.
He put a hand between her thighs and touched her pussy that was hot and wet. She was ready for him. He didn't wait longer. Paul opened her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance. Then with a powerful thrust he claimed her as his. Stephanie gasped a little, her breath missing. But the pain lasted just a few seconds and then there was only the feeling of Paul inside her, moving slowly while his fingers tickled a hard nipple.
"Move with me baby, push towards me" he whispered and when she did it the pleasure intensified so much that Paul couldn't keep the slow pace and he thrust harder and faster. Stephanie moaned, moving her hips at his rhythm, the pleasure more and more intense, almost violent. Until an incredible heat radiated inside her and Stephanie screamed Paul's name, cumming wildly.
Only then Paul let go of his self-control; he rose completely on his knees, grabbing her hips and drove hardly in her wet passage, searching his own satisfaction. It took him just a few more thrusts to reach the apex and he pulled out of her, his semen flooding on Stephanie's abdomen in a warm surge.
"I'm sorry love – he said, his breath short – You'll think I'm an animal"
"I think you're perfect" she replied with trembling voice, overwhelmed by what she was feeling. A tear rolled on her beautiful face and he dried it with his lips.
"So why are you crying?" he asked worried.
"It was…. beautiful" she answered, still in awe.
"Yes, it was" he smiled, kissing her. Then he lifted her up in his arms and went to the bathroom, to fix the mess he made.