"I saw the way he looked at her! That girl is destroying my boy!"
"Shut up Paul. Someone might hear us."
"To Hell with them!" The chubby man replied as he paced the room. "I saw how my Undertaker looked at that slut! She's taken his concentration on wrestling away! All he thinks about is her!"
"Quiet Paul! Listen, Alicia is only here for one week, so we only have one week to get her out of here." Val paused as an idea came to his head. "Now we can get Alicia fired from the WWF, make her quit her job, or can prove to the Undertaker that no matter what he thinks, she's mine."
Paul didn't like that one bit. He wanted that two-bit whore away from his son for good, but Val managed to calm him down enough to tell him his plan. The plan was so perfect that it made the fat man smile. It would take a few days, but the girl would never want to show her face around the WWF again.
*******
The dim sunlight peeked into the quiet hotel room that sheltered the Undertaker and Alicia, but only one was asleep. The Undertaker had awoken only moments ago and refused to fall back asleep despite the early hour. He had awoke to find his angel still with him and he still had his arms around her tiny body, but in the darkness of the night, his hands had explored her skin.
He first awoke with the feeling of something in his hand. To his complete surprise and shock, he gently held her breast in his palm. In the innocence of sleep, his body had responded to hers and had opened the robe, slipping under his shirt and her lack of underthings gave him full access of her secrets. He dared not move as he held her in the intimate way, for he did not want her to wake and find herself here with him. In the back of his mind, he knew that touching her in this manner was betraying her trust of him, but he was too drunk with her scent and feel of her soft skin under his palm to listen to the words of warning.
He nuzzled the back of her head, wishing that she would turn in her sleep so he could see her. The breast that he held so gently and the feel of her clean, fragrant hair against his face caused his blood to warm and his arousal to press into the small of her back. He knew that if he didn't get some distance between them, he would ravish her right there on the hotel bed.
He moved as carefully and quietly as possible, not wanting to wake her. After a few minutes of struggling, he managed to untangle his limbs from around her. He bent over her to check to see if he had woke her up and found that she was whimpering softly and her own arms had gone around her. He softly stroked her hair at the crown of her head, quieting her whimpers. The touch was meant to soothe her, but to his surprise when he removed his hand she had moved with him, seeking more of his touch.
He practically jumped off the bed, knowing that if he complied, one thing would lead to another. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he went to the kitchen and scribbled a note, telling her that he would be out running. Returning to the bedroom, he rummaged around in his bags, trying to keep his eyes away from her and pulling out a pair of sweat pants. After dressing and finding his shoes, he gave one long last look at his angel in the innocence of sleep and left the room, trying to think of an excuse to tell her when she awoke.
She would
want to know why she had awoke in his bed.
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