"Triple H is outside asking for you."
The words AJ spoke as she entered the locker room were the words that Stephanie had been waiting to hear. They were even delivered kindly, AJ seemed to be the only diva who did not speak to Stephanie as though she was a piece of shit that they had just accidentally stepped on. The jealousy in this place really was embarrassing, just because she was in a relationship with Paul these bitches felt the need to treat her like crap. Well they could get on with it, Stephanie did not care about them or their stupid opinions. The man waiting outside was all that mattered to her. She stood from the bench that she had been sitting on and hurried over to the door. She had made sure to change into her ring gear earlier than she usually would as she knew how much Paul liked to see her in it. He had certainly made no secret of that.
With a warm smile she walked out of the door and greeted her boyfriend excitedly, "Hey! I know you're not thrilled about it but I'm really glad that you're here. I can't wait for tonight." It was only then that she picked up on something in the expression on his face. Something was wrong. Her first instinct was that he had somehow injured his knee again. "What is it? Are you okay?"
"Stephanie there's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to say it. Trish and I got to talking on the flight out here and we've decided to work on our marriage, we're back together. I'm sorry but this thing, whatever it is, is over."
It felt to Stephanie like Paul had taken his trademark sledgehammer and smashed her in the gut with it. Why would he do this? Why would he possibly go back to Trish? It was obvious that he did not love her, that he loved Stephanie instead and yet he was now trying to break the relationship off. She was stunned but she was not going to take this lying down. "What are you talking about?" She demanded angrily, "Trish? You don't love Trish and we both know it. Why would you go back to her?" If she had not been hurt enough by the previous statement the next one certainly did the job, as much with the cold and offhanded way that it was delivered as with the actual words that were spoken, "Look, I'm not discussing it with you, I'm telling you. I'm back with Trish so it's over."
Paul registered the expression on Stephanie's face and realised that he had hurt her but he had already known that would happen. Before she could respond he turned and walked away slowly due to his knee injury but Stephanie was apparently not done. She yelled from behind him, her voice a mixture of pain and anger, "You'll end up a lonely, miserable bastard and you'll come back to me but when you do my answer will be no! You're a no good asshole and I hate you!" He made no attempt to turn around or to respond to Stephanie in any way. What was she, a kid? You'll come back to me? I hate you? Who actually said things like that? Whatever, he was back with Trish so what did he care what Stephanie's opinion was anyway? She could go ahead and hate him if that made her feel better.
As she watched him walk away Stephanie willed her eyes not to fill with tears but they ignored her. The man she loved, who she had been convinced loved her, had just torn her heart out and thrown it in the trash without a care in the world. He was not the man that she had thought he was, he was the man that Shane had told her that he could be, a good for nothing bastard. Shane had warned her about getting involved with a married man and told her what a bad idea it was and he had been right all along. She had avoided telling Shane who the married man was that she was seeing as that would only lead to another lecture about dating people who she worked with but the bottom line was that Shane had told her that whoever this man was he was married and there was a likelihood that he would go back to his wife and Stephanie would be the one to get hurt. She had convinced herself that Shane was wrong, maybe some people would be like that but not Paul. How wrong, how terribly wrong she had been.
This was a cruel lesson that she would learn from. Not only had Shane been right but so had her parents. She was naïve and she needed to grow up and today was the shock that she had needed to drive that realisation home. She had meant with absolute conviction what she had yelled at Paul as he walked away from her, if he had the nerve to come back to her when his so called marriage fell apart as it inevitably would he would get the response he deserved. She would tell him to his face that he could fuck himself. None of this new found determination took the pain away that she felt right at that moment however and it only got worse as she returned to the locker room.
The two women she hated most in the locker room were in there, those stupid Bella bitches and they must have guessed from her expression what had just taken place in the hallway. "Awww, not the golden girl any more huh? What a shame." The sarcastic, condescending tone Brie used grated on Stephanie's nerves like nothing she could remember and her blood boiled over. Apparently the divas had figured that despite her size Stephanie was an easy target for bullying as the reaction Brie got obviously took everyone by surprise. Stephanie stormed over to the smaller woman who had decided to run her mouth and slapped the taste out of it for her, the sound reverberating around the locker room as Brie's head snapped sideways with the impact.
Nikki was quick to jump up to defend her sister but Stephanie growled, "I wouldn't. Touch me right now and you're going to get fucking hurt." The warning was taken seriously and Nikki instead tended to her sister as Stephanie stormed out of the locker room and slammed the door behind her. She had no where else to go, no one to turn to for comfort so she walked along the hallway heading no where in particular with tears born from both heartbreak and rage making their way down her cheeks.
Unaware of any of this, not that he would have cared if he was, Paul had decided to have some fun before he joined Trish in the creative office. He had been given the job he wanted now so there was no down side that he could think of to what he intended to do and it always had an obvious up side. He intended to go to Laura Molinaro's office and try to piss her off. She had been rude to Trish and also rudely ordered that they should find someone to take coffee to her office so he would do it himself and when he did so he would find some way to push her buttons. She had clearly been in a bad mood already so it would not be difficult. It never was with her the crazy bitch.
Ten minutes of peace and quiet was usually the minimum requirement that Laura needed to cool off from one of her bad moods and today was no exception. She had taken her seat behind her desk and booted up her laptop and then sat with her forehead propped on one hand as she felt the anger slowly bleeding out of her. She had always had a very short fuse but lately it was getting to be something else. It had of course been obvious that taking charge of WWE would be difficult when her father had offered her the opportunity but to begin with it had almost been plain sailing. Then she had for some reason decided to order the creative team to write her onto the show regularly even though she absolutely detested travelling, flying in particular. Private jet or not it was just an experience that she despised, she always had done. Ego, that was the reason. She was honest enough to admit that to herself if not to anyone else. There was nothing quite like the feeling that she got when an arena full of fifteen thousand people exploded at the mention of her name or the sound of her entrance music. She was not sure what the reason was but she always got some of the biggest reactions and it was incredible.
Thinking about the word ego brought another image into her mind. Paul Levesque the arrogant son of a bitch. The one person who undoubtedly had an ego bigger than her own. She had never met anyone like the man in her life. He possessed every negative quality that a person could possess and yet women seemed to find him attractive for some reason. Stephanie McMahon certainly did. Trish Levesque, that was now the appropriate name again apparently, clearly did as she had forgiven him for the unforgivable. What was it about the man that drew them to him? Maybe it was only when she was around him that his overbearing arrogance and lack of respect came to the fore? Even though she undoubtedly disliked the guy she had to admit that she enjoyed the way that he stood up to her. No one else that she had ever employed in any of her businesses had possessed the balls to do that and at times she had considered that to be a shame. The gamesmanship with Paul was entertaining, especially as she consistently got the upper hand over him. What bothered her was the way that Paul had looked at her that day as they shook hands on the golf bet. It did not require an expert to figure out that there had been lust in his eyes. Paul Levesque at that moment had wanted to kiss her, there was no doubt in her mind about it. What bothered her even more was that although she had dismissed it with a sarcastic question as she had walked away a part of her had wondered what it would have been like if he had done it. There was no conceivable reason that she should have thought that, she was very happily married and she did not even like Paul Levesque physically or as a person but nonetheless she had thought it.
At that moment her office door opened without a knock with almost triggered an instant explosion as Laura looked up but she resisted as she saw who had walked in. She would not give him the satisfaction of a victory that easily considering that it had obviously been the reason for the lack of manners. Paul Levesque had walked in carrying a cup of coffee. "I don't have a time machine so I couldn't manage to bring it yesterday as you asked," he quipped.
As he set the cup of coffee down on the desk Paul was disappointed. Not only had barging into the office not generated an angry reaction neither had his sarcasm. Instead Laura looked at the coffee cup as though it was some foreign object that she did not recognise and then she looked up at him. As usual he was sucked in to looking into those green eyes, the most beautiful and expressive eyes he had ever seen without question. His mind froze for a second. No. No way. He could not have seen what he thought he had just seen. Not even for that half second. It was not possible. Was it? Still she had not said anything, way too long for it to be normal. He could not believe it, it was actually true. Briefly, incredibly briefly he had seen it. Laura desired him. "Have you had a stroke or forgotten how to speak?" He decided to pretend that he had not seen it, continue with his usual sarcasm and see what would happen next.
Still Laura had not said anything. Instead she stood and walked around the desk. She had those stupid suit pants on again but the top of her blouse was unbuttoned and that necklace was there again with the angel dangling precariously above the promised land. What was she doing? She was walking up to him that was what she was doing. He could not believe what he was seeing, was Laura about to kiss him? He willed it to be true but she stopped in front of him, so close that her perfume wafted into his nostrils and began to arouse him even more. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper as she looked him in the eye, "You wanted to kiss me that day in the hallway didn't you Paul?"
Holy shit! What was this? And how to answer? With the truth seemed to be the obvious answer but should he really put his cards on the table? Fuck it, why not? She had asked the question so it was time to go big or go home, "Yes but I don't just want to kiss you, I want to fuck your brains out. You're fucking beautiful."
Laura leaned into him, she was going to kiss him, he was going to fuck her right here and now in the office, but no. Just as their lips where about to make contact she moved and instead her mouth ended up next to his ear. "You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me Paul. Now get out," she whispered into it. Unsurprisingly Paul did not immediately obey her order. Instead he gently stroked some of the amazing jet black hair away from the side of her face and assured her, "One day we'll find out." Only then did he walk out and close the door quietly. As he did so Laura stood with one trembling hand covering her mouth. "What the fuck was that?" She mumbled into it, "You're married you stupid bitch." Why had she felt the need to tease Paul, to lead him along like that? He would be walking away along the hallway now thinking about her, thinking about both of them together and she most definitely did not want that. At least she would tell herself that.
Of course Laura was correct, as Paul walked towards the creative office he was imagining himself destroying Laura as he now knew for sure that he would one day. 'You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me.' Did she know who he was? He knew exactly what to do with her. He would hold her down so that she was powerless to resist him, make her beg for him to penetrate her and then he would fuck her until she could take no more and she screamed like she had never screamed in her life. That was what he would do with her. He had no intention of waiting for Laura though, he needed sex desperately and Trish would be wanting it too. When they got to the hotel later she was going to get destroyed much as Laura would do when the time came.
Two minutes later he walked into the creative office and saw that Trish must have finished giving the team the news that she had stepped down from her position as she was casually chatting to a few of the guys rather than addressing them all as a group. Paul greeted his new staff briefly before asking to speak to his wife in private outside of the office. As she walked past him and he followed her out of the room he took pleasure in looking at her tight ass. He knew exactly what it felt like to fuck her in it and it made him begin to harden. The next few hours were going to drag by so slowly until they got to the hotel.
"What is it honey?" Trish asked at the office door closed behind Paul.
"This." Paul leaned down to his wife and kissed her long and deep, savouring the taste of her again. "I can't believe how much I missed you. Damn, I just want to get to that hotel room already."
Trish's fingers ran delicately over his suit pants, over his growing erection as she purred, "Easy tiger. It's only a few hours from now."
It had been weeks since the last time that Paul had been with a woman, with Stephanie, therefore even Trish's delicate touch over his pants turned him on much more than it ordinarily would have. He lifted Trish's chin and held it in place so that she was forced to look up at him as he gruffly demanded, "I want you now. I don't care where. Let's find somewhere."
Now it was Trish's turn to drive him insane. She made no attempt to look away from his eyes but she shook her head slightly, "Oh no. You can wait." Paul genuinely wondered about the accuracy of the statement. Could he wait? Unfortunately there was no real choice short of heading to the men's room and beating one off but he definitely was not going to do that. "I'm going to fucking pound you Trish, you do know that?"
Her eyes remained looked on his and she knew what he liked most, what would leave him even more desperate for later. He liked to be dominant, to feel powerful, to feel in control during sex. "Just don't hurt me," she whispered pleadingly.
"No promises," Paul told her before releasing her and heading back into the office. It was almost impossible to direct the team throughout the night as his thoughts were dominated by Trish and by Laura. This was one of the best days of his life; Trish wanted him back, had taken him back in fact and soon he would be fucking the life out of her, he had avoided the ridiculous divorce, taken control of the creative department and learned that Laura wanted to fuck him too, all in the space of a few hours. Life was incredible sometimes.
At the opposite end of the emotional scale was the young woman sitting in the women's bathroom as that was the only place she had been able to think of to go where she could sit and cry alone without anyone making things worse. Stephanie figured that she would never be able to feel worse than she did right at that moment. She was wrong.