"I love the red on you."
Stephanie jumped softly as she studied Hunter in the dark. She tucked her hair back in a sense of insecurity, melting at his glare once again. Her eyes fell to the floor, as she felt Hunter's presence loom even closer.
"Don't you think you should announce yourself in a dark room, Paul? You scared me half to death."
Hunter smiled softly, happy to even have her speaking to him. Wrestlers get a bad rap for their sexual deeds, most being players who only want to have a good time, but Hunter knew Stephanie was much more than a one time thing. She was special, and he knew that for years now. Stephanie stared at him, studying his lost features as she sighed, standing in front of him.
"I'm not purposely trying to be mean to you, Hunter. But we both know that night wasn't supposed to happen. We are just friends who had a slight slip up, that's all." Stephanie couldn't even convince herself of that. The way Hunter held her after love making was something beyond a friendship. They were in the middle of a romance, and she couldn't keep denying it. Hunter stroked his chin, his hazel eyes dancing across Stephanie's blue ones, before clearing his throat. "Feels like we are in a real life WWF scandal, huh? Stephanie, we both can't continue to lie to ourselves. Even beyond the sex, we both had a silent bond. I know I might be a jacked up dude, but I'm no dummy to who I have feelings for, alright? Trust me on that. We can't deny what the heart wants. I can be with a million women, but I only want one Stephanie."
Stephanie crossed her arms, before looking at the door. Damn, this man had a hold on her beyond her control. Her mind raced back to his words before the love-making, "I can't quit you" and its so true, much more than she can comprehend. "Hunter, I don't want you. I don't want this. I want you to be with your fiancee. This is just a phase for you, being with Mr. McMahon's daughter, don't let it control who you are. I'm nothing, alright? So stop wasting your damn time."
Hunter felt his face flush angrily, tired of being pushed away by Stephanie. He stood over her, containing his rage before he found the correct words to say "Is that right? Just a phase for me, right? Well let me ask you this, Stephanie: What am I to you? Some piece of meat? God, you act as if you're the only one fucking affected by this! I didn't just screw you, I fucking made love to you. And that eats at a man, you know that? It's a difference. I can screw anyone, but you only make love to someone you know will be your wife. So save your bullshit, because you're not the only one hurting, Steph."
Stephanie felt her eyes water, not knowing if she wanted to slap this man, or pull him towards her, locking lips with him. As she found the words to say, the door creaked, as Stephanie's hand went to her neck, hoping their quarrel wasn't heard by others. A WWF producer stepped in, nodding to her in regards to their segment starting soon. Great, now she has to go out in front of millions and profess her love for the man her father didn't want her with.
If only the world knew how much this storyline coincided with reality.