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| Just By Chance | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Written by Rayne Angel Dumas-Hardy | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Disclaimer: I don't own Edge or Adam Copeland, or any other professional people featured in this fiction.� I do, however, own the non-famous people (ex. the characters of Analei and Layla), but I cannot regulate who reuses my names.� I just ask that you please not steal what I have worked so hard at creating.� This is my first fan fiction that I have posted, so be kind, but truthful.� If it sucks let me know and give me pointers on how to improve it.� If you love it, let me know that too.� Enough of me rambling...read my story.� :-D | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A/N: In this fiction Adam Copeland is not married and has never been married.� Just so no one thinks he is cheating on Alannah. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Chapter 1: | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Meet Me In Pittsburgh | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I never get sick of seeing my favorite people live.� This would be the reason I was presently in line for the past three hours.� Being at a signing for my favorite WWE Superstar never seems like a waste of time.� In fact, I have already stood in line for Adam Copeland's autograph five times before today.� I keep hoping one day he will remember me.� Although, I realize that the WWE character that he portrays, Edge, has many other fans.� So the likelihood that he could recall my face from the thousands that have paraded in front of him is very close to nil. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Analei," a voice spoke to me.� "Are you going to move?� We are almost at the table." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Yeah, that was enough to snap me out of my monologue.� I turned to my best friend and cohort, Layla. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Well of course I am going to move, straight into Adam's heart that is!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� We giggled together as we inched closer to where my idol was sitting. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� About all that has been said so far, a twenty-six year old woman can dream, can't she? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� When my turn came, I asked if I could get my picture taken with him.� Adam, as I refer to him, smiled and granted my wish.� Security let me stand behind the table right next to Adam.� Layla was allowed to come around also so she could get a full-length shot. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam leaned over after Layla snapped the picture. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hey, I recognize you from the Pittsburgh signing last year.� Around nine p.m. tonight meet me on the fourth floor of the hotel across from the arena.� We?ll hang out or something." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I was instructed to walk back around the table.� Adam quickly scrawled his name across the glossy pinup.� As he handed me the autograph, he winked at me. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My heart was thumping in my chest by this time.� Did I hear correctly?� Did Adam Copeland, the WWE's Edge, just ask me out?� Am I imagining all this? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� 'Ok, ok, Self.� Breathe.' | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I only hope I didn't look so nervous or worse yet, childish in front of Adam.� Then I noticed Layla looking at me.� She had a perplexed expression on her face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Analei, Hun, snap out of whatever state you're in.� What's the matter with you?� We have met him before and I have never seen that crazy grin.� What's up?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I fixed my glassy eyes upon her.� My jaw dropped, closed, and dropped again.� We were far away enough from where Adam was sitting so I didn't keep my elation in check. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Oh my God, Layla! Oh my God!" was all I managed to get out before I started screaming and jumping around.� I know I must have looked like a fool, but who cares? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Okay, okay.� I think I am calm now.� After you took the picture Adam told me to meet him at the hotel tonight.� We are going 'hang out.'� Isn't that awesome?!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Layla just stared at me.� Her jaw then did the same thing that mine did a bit ago. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Are you serious?� Adam Copeland just invited you to the hotel?� Come on Ana, who do you think you are kidding?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� An angry scowl crossed my face.� She didn't think I was telling the truth. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Lay, did you not see him bend down?� I mean it had to be obvious.� He is over six foot tall.� I am only five foot, eight.� That had to be noticeable.� Then did you not see him wink as he handed my the picture?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Layla just sighed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Yeah, I did notice all that.� I just figured he was humoring you or something." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Well he wasn't humoring me.� He was serious.� So now what do I do?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� The two of us just stared at each other for a moment.� Then it was a mad dash to the car, as I needed to go home and rethink this evening's attire.� I could not chill with a bunch of professional wrestlers in their merchandise.� That would make me look like an obsessed fan, even at the age of twenty-six. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Back at my apartment, Layla was sitting on the queen size bed while I stood in my closet, flinging clothing at her.� I nearly had my entire wardrobe now on a huge pile by Layla's feet. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "I think I have found it," I pronounced holding up a dark blue top and a pair of black capri pants.� It was a sensible outfit.� And blue always made my eyes stand out. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I changed and the two of us prepared for the evening. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *� *�� *�� *� *� *� *� *� *� *� *� *� *� * | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� We arrived at the arena for the second time that day.� It was around five o'clock in the afternoon.� There was still about two hours until show time.� Layla and I decided to try and meet some other wrestlers as they were arriving. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Standing at the entrance to the parking lot we caught sight of seven wrestlers.� We saw Undertaker arrive with his pregnant wife Sara.� Layla and I guessed that this meant the writing team was continuing the storyline with Sara becoming Brock Lesnar's focus.� Brock is another person that past right in front of us.� He is a big guy at six foot, six inches and over two hundred, forty pounds. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Next we noticed three cruiserweights, the smaller guys, getting out of an SUV together.� My assumption was that they had been at the local gym together.� I already knew that Billy Kidman, Jamie Knoble and Tajiri were friends outside the ring from an Internet site that I read frequently.� It's not that I am obsessed with the sport of wrestling, but watching it as a form of entertainment has been in my family for years.� My grandfather was a big fan back in the late sixties through the eighties.� My mother did not like that her little girl and only child loved the sport.� I never knew if my father would have watched it with me, though, because Mom left him when I was five. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� The next person to walk by caused quite a commotion.� Pittsburgh's very own Kurt Angle had just climbed out of his gold BMW.� The small crowd that was gathered all cheered and yelled his name.� He stopped long enough to wave hello and then ducked into the arena.� He seemed to be in a hurry.� Maybe this meant that he would have an important match. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Layla tapped my shoulder and suggested that we head inside to find our seats.� I nodded in agreement.� We had floor seats, three rows from the ring on the right of the ramp.� It was always so crowded down there and a rat race to find your seat. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� We were just about to turn around when I caught sight of a man doing a familiar flip of his long blonde hair.� I stopped dead in my tracks.� Adam took this as a sign to come over to the makeshift fence.� Every single female around me was screaming.� Most of those girls were much younger than I, and he glanced their way while continuing towards me.� I received the most famous smile in the WWE today.� He leaned over and gave me a hug.� I believe I felt his soft lips graze my cheek as he whispered into my ear that he could not wait for later that night.� Then just as swift as he had shown up and put all the fans into a frenzy, he disappeared into the building. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Six people bombarded me the next moment with questions about Adam.� They all wanted to know if I knew Edge or if I was his girlfriend.� I had to laugh at that, and I was laughing too much to answer them so Layla said that no I was just a fan.� Then she grabbed me by the left elbow and hurried us towards the door. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Upon finding my seat my hysterics calmed down.� It was just a slight giggle by then.� Layla turned in her seat and just gave me this "we have to talk" look.� Suddenly, I found nothing funny. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Analei, you know I love you," she said.� Her manner was more adult than it should have been for sitting at a live wrestling event thirty minutes prior to show time.� "We have been friends for what?� Nine years now?� Well I think I know you better than anyone.� With the events of today, I think I know you better than you know yourself.� This concerns me.� The "you" I know would not have accepted an invitation to go to a hotel room with a guy you don't know." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I bit my bottom lip, first the left side then the right.� I often did this when faced with an uncomfortable conversation.� My voice stammered when I spoke, "Well I do know Adam.� I know where he is from, his birth date and age.� I also know where he is every week.� I know his friends." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Layla gave me that look again.�"Hun, have you lost your mind?� Yes, you know Edge's stats, but you don't KNOW Adam.� Why would a man, a famous man, invite a random girl to his room?� Answer me that." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Ok yea I see what you're getting at.� But I'm not dumb.� I'm not like that.� I'm not a slut.� I don't dress like one either.� All I am is a fan.� He just wanted to hang out with me."� I sat there with my arms crossed.� Layla thought I was a booty call of some sort.� That I could not understand.� Adam Copeland wasn't like that, right? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My best friend could always tell what I was thinking.� She easily saw the doubt clouding my mind.� The hard, mother-like expression on her face softened.� Then Layla reached over and pulled me into a hug. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "I am sorry for making you think all these terrible things, Ana," she spoke when she sat back in her chair.� "It's just that I feel someone has to be your mother in this matter.� I am not saying that Adam is going to try anything, but I wanted you to realize the potential of the situation.� You've been infatuated with this man for so long I am not sure if you could think with a clear head.� Although, knowing how much you "love" him I am almost positive you wouldn't mind sleeping with him." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� The last comment sent us into a round of laughter.� The men around us just kind of shook their heads.� They had to be thinking that they had crazy girls beside them.� Only they had no idea what the two of us were like.� It might seem silly to many but I had always dreamed about what it would be like to have sex with a famous person.� In fact Layla and I had spent many nights in college at the University of Pittsburgh discussing it.� Never had I given it a second thought, especially with Adam.� He had been my favorite wrestler for so long and had always been in my top five hottest men on earth.� But even now I was getting the chance to hang out with him I could not fully fathom my fantasy.� It would never happen.� He is famous and I am a fan.� And furthermore, did I really want it to come true, or was I happy with just daydreaming about it? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Despite my cool and confident demeanor, the rest of the night Layla's words weighed heavy on my mind.� I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe it had been a mistake saying yes.� Maybe Adam did have a different agenda then he let on about.� I didn't really know him and he knew nothing about me.� There was no turning back now and curiosity was getting the best of me.� I had to leave the arena at nine o'clock and meet him at the hotel.�� My questions could only be answered in time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Smackdown! was great.� The tag team of John Cena and B Squared, who have a great gimmick of a white rap duo, faced off with Billy Kidman and Shannon Moore, these are the baby faces on Smackdown!� The action in that match was solid and everyone put their heart into entertaining the crowd.� My favorite move was Shannon did a cross body to B Squared who was sitting on Billy's shoulder.� There was also a cruiserweight match with Tajiri beating Jamie Knoble for the title.� The main event was scheduled to be Brock Lesnar versus the Undertaker.� I would have to leave before that to meet Adam though.� His match was taped at the end of the first hour of Smackdown!� Adam looked spectacular as he flew around the ring.� He got the pin on Eddie Guerrero by way of the Edgecution.� Layla and I have never cheered so much in our lives.� I think Adam purposely looked for me during the match, because he posed at our side of the ring after he won the match.� I swear he stared me straight in the eye and winked before walking back up the ramp.� Soon after that match I took off for the hotel.� Layla gave me the thumbs up meaning to have a great time all the while a look of pure envy showing in her eyes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It was at that point I felt a little guilty, but Adam had asked me to meet him, not her and not both of us.� Edge was not even her favorite wrestler.� I quickly shrugged off this depressing feeling as I walked out into the brisk autumn air.� I folded my arms across my chest, not because I was cold, but because of the anxiousness that had begun to creep over me.� The comments Layla made earlier in the evening were on my mind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� 'What would he want to do?� Who else would be joining us?� Will I look like a complete fool among all the sophisticated people?� Does Adam have a hidden agenda?� What will he expect from me, if anything?'� All these thoughts ran through my head as the elevator ascended to the fourth floor. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Once up there, I had no clue as to where to go.� I had not even noticed that Adam did not tell me what door to knock on when I got up there.� Lucky for me the hotel was very posh and had an elegant lobby opposite the bank of elevators.� I took a seat in an overstuffed black chair.� There were no magazines on the small tables throughout the room, so I sat and drank in my surroundings. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Even though I had lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for seven years, I had not once been in WyndhamGardens.� Now I know why.� This place was way out of my price league.� The time that I had been in the city had been spent as a college student and now as a member of an emerging marketing company.� Although I am making a very good living for a twenty-six year old, there is no way that I could ever consider myself in the lap of luxury.� Not until now at least.� Just being in the lobby of the fourth floor made me feel special.� There were large expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.� I recognized many of them as prominent people of Pittsburgh's past.� My eyes drifted to the ceiling.� It was scalloped with a beautiful pattern in swirls that resembled paisley. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� By this time I was bored with looking around me so I decided to see what interesting things I could discover in my purse.� Nothing all that exciting, that's what.� A few gum wrappers, my credit card holder, keys to my blue Jetta, some make up and my cell phone.� I plucked out the gum wrappers and looked around for a trashcan.� There were none to be found in such a fancy place, so back into the purse went the wrappers. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I looked at my watch.� It was almost nine thirty.� Then a thought crossed my mind.� How could I have been so na�ve, Adam was only kidding when he invited me here.� I should have realized that.� Vince never lets anyone leave before the show is over.� My head slumped down.� I could feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment.� I was about ready to leave when I heard the ding of the elevator. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Still too embarrassed to see who had come up to the fourth floor, I kept my head down and pretended to be fascinated with my silver bracelet. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� 'Hopefully whoever it is will just walk to their room and not see me sitting here like a fool,' I thought. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Nope that was not to be my luck tonight. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Hey sorry I made you wait, but I had to convince Mr. McMahon I had a better place to be," Adam said followed by a strangely nervous laugh.� He crossed the room and sat opposite of me in another of the big, plush chairs. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "How do you like this place?� Crazy, it's like a palace."� He glanced at me and then looked quickly away. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Then the conversation moved to a more comfortable topic, wrestling of course.� Also, being that Edge has been my favorite character since before the Brood I had to compliment him on his work tonight. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Great match tonight, Adam."� I made a point to use his real name.� I was not dealing with a character at the moment.� His body language told me that.� His legs were relaxed and he was leaning back in the chair, probably because he was exhausted from working.� His arms were resting in his lap. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Suddenly Adam turned a bright red.� He gave me a half smile as he spoke, "Oh my gosh.� I don't even know your name.� That was very rude of me.� I invite you up here and have no clue who you are.� Okay wow, that makes me look really bad." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I was beginning to understand what he meant.� It did look trashy, more like a booty call than just hanging out with some friends.� 'It was just what Layla said.� How could I have put myself into this situation?� I guess all I do know of him is through who he plays on TV.� Now I just have to be calm so he does not get pushy.� That's it, calm and under control.� I can't let him get the upper hand.' | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I stood up and stuck out my right hand.� "My name is Analei Chasez." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam stood also.� Instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me in for a friendly hug. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Nice to meet you Analei.� I'm Adam Copeland."� He flashed me that award-winning smile before continuing.� "Well now that we know who we are, should we migrate to somewhere a little more comfortable?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I gave a nod and he led us down the hall.� The inside of the hotel room was even more beautiful than the lobby had been.� There was a large sitting area just to the left of the door.� A moderate size kitchen with a wet bar was opposite that.� A small hallway was straight ahead.� Through the doorway I could glimpse part of what had to be a magnificent bedroom. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Take a seat there, Analei.� Would you like anything to drink?"� Adam was standing by the refrigerator door. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "If there is any kind of soda in there I would like that." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam chuckled.� "You can tell that you are not a Pittsburgh native.� I have learned from hanging out with Kurt Angle that carbonated beverages around here are called pop.� So since I have figured that much out, tell me more about yourself.� I am sure you already know a lot about me, as I have seen you at the past couple of signings."� He placed two glasses on the counter.� His back was to me.� I could not help but let my eyes linger on his butt, which was very defined in his tight jeans.� I loved the slimness of his waist and how his pants seemed to hug every single body part.� It has a sharp contrast to the way his button down green polo shirt fell from his shoulders.� The shiny gold mane spread across his shoulder blades, still wet from his shower. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My thoughts wandered to how a man this good looking could have ever picked me out of a crowd.� ?He has noticed me before.� That's not possible.� Thousands of people are at each signing.� I don't stick out that much, do I?� The color of my hair was a boring brown, not even a rich chocolate color.� My body shape was slim, normal.� My face had no distinguishing features.� Well maybe my eyes because they sparkle like the Hope Diamond.� But that's it.� I am a Plain Jane, not someone a famous person would notice." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I looked up.� Adam stood in front of me holding out a class of Coke.� He had this weird look on his face.� Then I realized that I had not answered his question. �His revelation that he remembered me had thrown off my concentration. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "I am originally from eastern Pennsylvania.� I grew up about an hour away from where the Rock went to high school, actually.� Steve Blackman lived just a few blocks from me, too.� Geez, I sound like an obsessed wrestling fan.� I am sorry." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam reassuringly touched my arm.� My skin jumped slightly in response to his touch.� "That's quite alright.� I was way worse.� Then I became a professional wrestler.� Trust me you have nothing to be ashamed of.� Go on and tell me more about you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I let out a breath that I had not known I was holding.� Adam really wanted to get to know me.� That made me relax a little more. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "I went to college here in Pittsburgh and just recently acquired my masters in business, marketing to be specific.� I now work for a company downtown.� There really is not much else to say.� I have not led an adventurous life.� I have my own modest apartment.� During my free time I hang out with my best friend, Layla.� She was with me at the signing earlier today.� She's a great girl and the only person I consider family.� I do'?t bother with my mother back east."� My eyes clouded with darkness for a second before I shook the unwelcome thoughts from my mind.� Adam didn't seem to notice or if he did he did not push the issue. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "That makes you about twenty-five, right?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I smiled.� "Twenty-six, but you were close."� We both laughed.� 'This could be the beginning of a friendship here.' | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� From there the conversation drifted into wrestling again.� We talked about the past and how we both missed Edge tagging with Christian.� Adam expressed how he felt when Jay Reso's character was moved to RAW.� I got the impression that even though they only pretended to be brothers during their tag champ reigns, Adam connected with Jay as if they really were brothers.� We also pondered on the future of the business, the strength of the fan base, and what storylines we would like to see develop for different talents in the company. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� It was getting late, but I didn't want to leave just yet.� Adam suggested we either watch a movie or something on TV because if he continued to talk his throat was going to be worse off than his body after a ladder match.� I guess he didn't want me to leave either.� So we settled down on the couch facing the big screen TV.� Digital cable allowed us to pick a decent movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Part way into the film, my eyes became tired of reading the subtitles.� Man do I ever hate having to read to watch a movie.� That defeats the whole purpose of watching a movie.� Adam must have felt the same way, because before long I felt his hand caress my arm.� It sent shocks of electricity through my body.� There was no way that this was actually happening.� Wait, why was I complaining?� This is what I have dreamed of for so very long. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� It started with a small kiss on the cheek.� That one kiss led to more, much more.� The couch was not big enough for Adam's tall frame.� He stood up from the black leather couch and pulled me up with him in a strong, passionate kiss.� Leading the way, Adam made his way to the back of the hotel room.� Once inside the bedroom I was met with a gigantic king size bed.� There were fluffy white pillows all over it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam turned me around and we continued with the events that had started on the couch.� He kissed me softly on the lips while drawing my hips towards him.� Mindlessly I began to unbutton his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.� My hands moved over his chiseled chest.� He jumped slightly as my fingers brushed the delicate spot below his navel. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My mind was not thinking about much at this point.� I didn't care what he wanted.� I was solely focused on the gorgeous body in front of me.� It was something that I had daydreamed about for eight years.� There was nothing that would ruin this moment, not even my conscience and better judgment. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam was sweet and slow.� His movements were gentle, responsive to mine.� It was everything I could have hoped for; my only thought was is this real? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� The next morning answered that question.� I was awoken by the sunlight coming in through the curtains.� I turned to get out of bed when a hand reached up to caress my cheek.� Adam's arm was wrapped around my nude body and he pulled me closer to kiss my forehead.� Then he pushed the large white comforter to the side and stood up.� As he walked over to his luggage I could see the perfect shape of his bare butt.� It looked even better than in his jeans.� The sight of his flesh quickly flashed all the events of that led to it in my mind.� I blushed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Just as casually as they were removed he slipped back into his pants, khakis this time, and a black tee shirt.� Adam proceeded to walk to the tiny kitchen.� I followed suit only slower.� There were many questions now floating through my head.� I wanted to know things, but I was afraid to ask them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� When I got to the kitchen area he was already seated with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of Lucky Charms.� My uneasiness was evident by the hesitation in my step.� There were too many butterflies in my stomach so I just sat down across from him at the table. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Adam started speaking first.� "Listen Analei."� Oh no, this was not a good sign.� Layla was right.� My doubts came flying up just at these two words.� "I won't lie to you.� I have done this sort of thing before.� You know invite a girl up to my room with the intention of sleeping with her.� And I admit that was the reason I asked you to meet me here, initially." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� He stressed the last word, but my eyes still fell.� Suddenly I felt used, ashamed.� This thought had been in my mind, but I had tired to reason that he wanted to sleep with me out of passion, spur of the moment passion like I had always dreamed.� Then, like he could read my thoughts, Adam continued. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "I have noticed you at many signings and shows in recent years.� Your natural beauty always caught my attention.� I figured, 'hey why not get this girl, too?'� But last night when I saw you sitting in the lobby my knees turned to jello.� You were not like the others.� I didn't know if I could go through with it and actually sleep with you.� In a sense I did, but it was not a conquer thing with you.� I sound like an idiot.� I wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe a word I just said." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I sighed.� He was right.� I didn't believe him.� He was sincere sounding, but how many times has he used the same lines on another girl.� I wanted to dislike him right then and there.� It's just his actions in the bedroom would not let me forget about him.� His movements were not lust filled.� They seemed to convey a sort of love.� Now I was beginning to sound stupid to myself.� I grinned and nodded, trying to tell him I understood it all. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Well this is new territory for me.� For some reason I want to keep contact with you and that is a first.� I have written down my email address and put it in your purse.� Maybe the next time I am near here we can hook up and do something." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My reply was a short sure.� I don't know if Adam could read the tension in my voice.� Right then I only wanted to leave.� I needed to think things through on my own.� As I stood up so did he.� Again I felt his warm lips brush my cheek as he kissed me good-bye.� I left the hotel room still feeling ashamed, not at what had happened but for being so na�ve. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Once outside WyndhamGardens, I dialed Layla's number.� She answered on the third ring. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Hey chica, it's me.� Can you swing by on your way to work and pick me up at the hotel?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I had to hold the phone away from my ear as Layla let out a surprised scream.� "You're still there?� Ana what happened there?� Some wild party that I missed?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� "Calm down," I reassured her.� "I will tell you all about it when you pick me up.� Now get dressed because its freezing outside and I have no coat." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� I hung up with her and stood outside, bracing myself from the bitter cold wind whipping through the city of Pittsburgh.� Inside me were the warm thoughts of last night.� Just by chance the man of my dreams invited me to his hotel room.� Was every girl this lucky? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Little did I know I was just beginning to find out all about my luck. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just By Chance: Chapter 2: To Tell the Truth | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||