When Stephanie awoke the next morning, she had a smile on her face. Last night was the first time she had been included in a conversation that had nothing to do with revenge or title belts. She threw the covers off and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 9:00am, checkout was in an hour. She ran to the bathroom and changed into her clothes from the night before, and dug around in her purse for a pen so she could scribble a note for Chris.
Jericho- I enjoyed talking to you last night. Thanks for letting me crash here, I desperately needed the sleep. I would like to call you a friend, but if anyone ever found out, well, we'd both be dead.
Thanks again- SMH
She walked out of the door just as his alarm starting blaring. She smiled as her hand patted the purse that still held his clothes that she had wore. After calling Shane and begging him to cover for her she made her way to Hunter's room.
"Where in the hell were you last night?" His voice boomed as soon as she entered the room. She ignored him and went for her bags. "I'm talking to you Stephanie."
"I got drunk, waiting for YOU to show up at the bar, where we were supposed to meet! Shane took me back to his room. Oh, and Hunter, did you have fun with Trish last night?" He glared at her, his fists clenched tight.
"What I do in my spare time is NOT up for discussion, understand, Princess?" His voice was icy as he practically spat out her pet name. He inched toward her, and Stephanie for once stood her ground.
"Is that so?" She smirked and shook her head. "I don't know about you, but I think that this charade has went on long enough."
"Are you saying you want to divorce me Stephy?" He arched an eyebrow and nodded, thinking about what she was saying.
"Yes, I've had enough of you, hell, the sooner the better!" He smacked her then, hard, right across the face.
"You don't want to do that, do you darling? That would really piss me off!" He stormed out of the room, his bags thrown over his shoulder, leaving her standing there. Her hand automatically went to her face, she could feel the heat of his blow. She ran to the bathroom and began crying. Crying for the sins she had committed and for the life she must now live.
Chris had mixed feelings about Stephanie now. He didn't like that at all. Before, he couldn't give a rat's ass about her. But now, he didn't know what to think. Granted, she had done horrible things to people in the past, seemingly without regret. Last night though, she laughed and listened, something he didn't think her capable of. When he read the letter he agreed with her, if anyone had found out that she had stayed with him the night before, there could be serious problems. He agreed with her on that point, but he still wanted her to consider him a friend.
"You ready?" Benoit walked into Jericho's hotel room and looked at his friend's perplexed face. "What's wrong with you?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, I'm good to go." Jericho tossed the note in the garbage and headed out the door with his friend, not knowing that Stephanie was just down the hall, contemplating her life.
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