What is it about her that makes me unable to stay away? No matter how hard I try, I always find myself wrapped in her lithe arms. I�m spellbound by her, and I�m appalled at myself for being so.
She is Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Dirty, disgusting, bottom feeding, trashbag, ho. And all those other names that Jericho calls her.
�But she�s none of those,� I assure myself every time I look at her. Her marriage to Triple H�well, what can I say? She wears the ring. She has his name. She loves him. This I�m certain.
So why is she with me? Me. Of all people to attach herself, she picked me. Despite myself, I�m elated at the thought. She tells me that I make her happy. For that, I�m glad.
Does she love me? Probably not. Do I want her to? Hell yes.
Do I love her? I really don�t know.
Why am I with her? Why can�t I stay away? Why can�t I just say �no�? She�s beautiful � once all that makeup is gone � but certainly not that beautiful. She�s powerful, but so what? She�s confident, but almost on the verge of arrogant.
But that�s not why I�m drawn to her. I tell myself that it�s her inner vulnerability that makes me want to hold her and keep her safe. Or that it�s her gentle, caring, affectionate side that nobody else sees. Or that maybe it�s just because she�s great in bed.
However if I�m truly honest with myself, I know that it�s none of those. Yet, I can�t seem to figure out what is it about her that makes me continually risk exposure just to be able to spend a few minutes with her. There is something about her that makes men fall at her feet.
Myself included.
I just wish I knew what it was. Maybe then I�ll be able to find a way to make that undefined something into unattractive nothing. Maybe then I would be able to stay away. Maybe then I could go back to disliking her.
But until then, I�m content being blissfully ignorant of whatever it is that makes me unable to stay away.
Beside me she starts to stir, and I watch in rapt attention as she slowly opens her eyes. She focuses on me, and a smile lights up her face. �Good morning.�
I can�t help but smile back, pushing away the sick, jealous feeling of realisation that once Triple H is back I can never wake beside her again. �It certainly is.�
�Well, someone�s in a good mood today.�
�That�s because I have nowhere to be all day�and as I recall, neither do you.�
�Mmm�a whole day with nothing to do��
�I wouldn�t exactly say nothing��
She laughed, a soft throaty hum that sounded so good. �Why, Rocky, what are you insinuating?�
I grin down at her. �Why, Stephanie, whatever your heart desires.�
She reaches up to touch my face, and my skin jumps at the contact. �That would be�you.�