Prologue

Patricia sat nervously awaiting the arrival of her boyfriend Brock Lesnar and she kept crossing/uncrossing her legs while sitting down in small blue chair.

"Come down Anne," Nikki said to her (using her middle name) trying to soothe her anxiously within her fellow co-worker "He'll be here"

"I hope so," Patricia said to her "Then Brock and myself can address this madman who has been following me and showing the world video clips of us"

Nikki felt sorry for the woman sitting across from her and her heart went to her. Nikki has known Patricia or Anne since she quiet the WWE after the horrible break up with Matt Hardy of two years.

'Poor Anne and Brock' Nikki said to herself looking at the nineteen year old red hair sitting who was bundle of nerves

"Now I know how," Patricia said softly "Sara and Taker felt when DDP was staking Sara"

Patricia started to play with her thumbs and she just got up. She walked back and forth pacing nervously and she kept looking up the clock hanging from the wall. It ticked and traced softly and that made her want to scream out.

"Come on Brock," Patricia said softly beginning to tremble and she was on the brick of just losing herself control.

Hearing the door open she ripped her green blood shot eyes from the clock on the wall to the pale blues of Brock standing in the doorway. Tears filled and spilled from her eyes down her face and Brock had to lock his knees to keep from falling.

"Oh my god Brock," Patricia said to him running into his massive embrace.

Patricia wrapped her arms around his neck and Brock enclosed his massive arms around her. Placing his chin on her right collarbone he held her tightly to him fearing she would fade away. "It's ok Patricia," Brock whispered to her trying to calm her down "I'm here" "Brock," Patricia said to him her voice sounding like a man instead of her own "Why is this happening to us".

"I don't know," Brock said to her honestly not having some an excuse or lie to tell her "But I will make the son of bitch pay for thus I swear".

Patricia's body was racked with crying spasms and he softly kissed her right check. Nikki looked on seeing these two people who have been through hell and back. Through numerous tests, trails, and set backs, letdowns, broken promises and hearts now had this problem to handle.

"When will the trails end for them," Nikki said looking at the couple holding tightly to one another "They have been thought enough".

Chapter 1

Her sighs and moans escaped her brusted lips as she ran her lips across his thick neck. She licked his large Adam×¢s apple before she started to suck on it. Then she bit down on it causing a gasp of shock escape him as he moved faster, harder within her. He placed her legs around his waist and her fingertips sought out his well muscled back with the huge skull tattoo, her newly done nails traced his spinal cord with ease.

"Faster," She panted "Make me scream for you".

His pale blue eyes looked down at her and with evil smile he bowed to her wishes. The headboard banged loudly against the wall of her hotel bedroom and her screams echoed through the room. While his grunts sounded for her screams and he smiled evilly. Blood, sweat covered their bodies lying motionless on the four-poster bed lined with gold and red sheets. He was the first to regain his senses and he drew her into his massive arms. He held her just taking in what just unfolded between.

"You are my soul mate and you're the first person to," Brock whispered to the sleeping form of Patricia "Calm my black heart".

***

"What the hell," Patricia said sitting up and looking around the dark hotel room "Now I'm dreaming about the next big thing".

Her checks redden in remembrance of what the dream entitled and she shook her head.

'What the hell am I dreaming about him' Patricia said to herself while lying back down the bed she shared with Matt Hardy 'I'm used to dreaming about Taker, Edge, and Matt Hardy not Lesnar'.

Not even a second passed before she rolled over and went back to sleep. She clutched the covers over her body while Matt reached out pulled her back into his arms. She sighed happily and snuggled closer to him and he kissed her forehead.

"I love you," She whispered to him softly.

"I love you too," Matt said to her mockly.

Carefully he waited until she was sleeping through and crawled out of the bed. Putting his Joe Boxers Matt grabbed his cell phone from his portable suitcase and turned it on. He held it close to him so Patricia didn×¢t hear it beep and looked through his phone book. He smiled as he dialed his mistress hotel room number and he waited for her to pick up.

"Hello," A sleepy voice answered.

"Hey baby," Matt said into the phone "It's me"

Amy's eyes widen at the voice.

"Do you realize what time it is? Amy asked him.

"I know," Matt, said to her slyly"I miss you

Amy felt unadultory heat flow through her and she lend against the bass headboard. Out of the corner of her right eye she stared at the sleeping form of Brock Leasnar.

"I miss you too," Amy, whispered to him "Can you meet me now"

"With pleasure," Matt rushed out.

Matt and Amy ended the phone call and he briefly looked at the sleeping form of Patricia. Her body seemed to disappear under the covers and he pushed back the urge to pull back those covers and ravish her.

"No" He said to himself.

The pangs hit him like being shot at close range and he forced himself to walk out of the room without looking back.

***

Amy wrestled against her heart desire to jump back into bed with Brock and never let get out. But her body was telling her something else and she obeyed.

"No" She said to herself.

"Amy," Her heart implored ×£You×¢re making the worst mistake in your life by leaving this room and innovatory breaking Brock's heart".

Amy shrugged it off and walked out of the room without knowing that someone wearing all black with a handy cam recorder following her down the hallway.

***

"Matt," His heart implored ×£You×¢re making the worst mistake in your life by leaving this room and innovatory breaking Patricia's heart"

Matt shrugged it off and together he and Amy never that their little affair was going to be shown to world courtesy of G-TV•

. Chapter 2

Patricia awoke to the cold empty space where Matt should have been and she frowned slightly.

'Maybe he must went for a jog' Patricia said to herself throwing the covers from her body.

She threw her legs over the left side of the bed and stood up. She stretched and yawned her body still tried from five or more hours making love with Matt.

'Boy he has allot of stamina' She commented to herself with wicked grin on her lips.

The ringing of the phone brought her out of that naughty thought and she leapt over the bed. She brought the phone to her lips.

"Hello," She said.

No answer.

'Hmmm' She said to herself about to hang up the phone.

"What you fear about Matt Hardy," The voice hissed "Fear the worst".

Her heart started to beat faster and it seemed like she couldn't breath.

"Who is this," She demanded

"A friend," The voice said to her .

The voice was replaced by the screams of sweet delight of Matt and some other woman. She dropped the phone to the floor and fearing she would faint she sat back on the bed. The shocked numbed her and she could still hearing the voices panting.

"No," She said softly but the word never made it passed her closed lips.

She clutched the sheets so tightly in her fists that her knuckles were starting to ghostly white from lack of blood flow. Her lips quaked bitterly and tears went down her face. Letting go of the sheets she fell down and looked up the ceiling.

'All those promises he made to me' She thought bitterly 'Were all lies and I believed every single one of them'.

Her body shook so violently that she rolled herself into the fetal position and stayed that way. Nothing could make this heart wrenching pain disappear into air and it would take time. Ding Ding Ding went the phone still lying on the floor and she unfolded herself. She scrambled off the bed and to the floor where the phone was lying.

"Hello, hello," She screamed into the phone.

The only thing she got was the dial tone and she clutched the phone for dear life. Again her knuckles were turning ghostly white from her gasp and her body shook with spasms. She trembled greatly and her eyes went wide with utter terror.

'Dear God' She thought to herself 'What if he finds out that I know'.

Her mind replayed the fateful night she disrespected him right in front of his brother Jeff and co- workers.

Chapter 3

(Memory)

Her green eyes lit up with fury as she eyed Matt from the distance and crossed her arms at her chest. Her lips curled up in a snarl and her jaw was clutched tightly.

"That son of bitch," She hissed out.

She unfolded her arms and walked over to him. Everyone could see the look in her eyes and it reminded of them of the woman in Garth Brook's song The Thunder Rolls when she finds her man was cheating on her. They decided to leave and let Matt and Her work it out.

"Matt," She yelled startling Jeff.

Jeff and Matt look at her wild look and Matt eyed her very carefully. He never lost his smile and his rage slowly started to build.

'How dare she have that tone of voice with me' Matt said to himself 'Maybe she needs another lesson in respect'.

Jeff felt the rage emanating from his brother's body and his heart dropped to his feet. Jeff walked away from Matt to Patricia and gave her a hug.

"He's pissed off at you," Jeff whispered into her ear "You're in danger".

Patricia took his words to heart and she stopped herself from choking out a cry for help.

"Jeff," Patricia said to him "When is he not pissed off at me anymore. I'm always in danger with him".

Jeff's eyes only widened at her comment and he kissed her on her cheek. Jeff walked away and out of the room.

"You disappointed me, Patricia," Matt snarled out "You have embarrassed me in front of my own brother".

Patricia's green eyes widened at his statement and she gave him a level stare of her own.

"Embarrassed," Patricia huffed out "Oh please Matt and by the way fuck you, you made me the laughing stock of the whole WWE".

Matt eyed her for second before raising his hand and slapping her hard across the face. This caused her upper lip to split open and blood flowed into her mouth. She gasped out softly and held her fingertips to her lip.

'Blood' Patricia thought to herself.

She stood her ground, not letting him instill fear in her like he had done a thousand times before and she pushed the hair of out her face.

"Fuck you," She hissed out again, still tasting her own blood.

Matt's brown eyes glowed blood red and he grabbed her by the throat. He applied enough pressure to cut off her airway and she gasped out her air. His hands grasped her waist and he walked over to the nearest corner with ease.

"Now," Matt hissed out keeping her backed up against the corner preventing her to move or get away "You need another lesson in respect".

"Respect my ass, Matt," She hissed out venomously.

He pulled his clenched fist back, and brought it crashing into her cheek. Patricia fell against the wall, and slid down to the floor. Matt grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her up to her feet. He pulled her head back, and kissed her hard on the lips, causing her upper lip to throb. As he ended the kiss, he bit down hard into her lower lip, making it bleed as well. Patricia raised her hand to slap Matt, but he caught her wrist. He slapped her again.

"You're only making this worse."

He pulled her shirt open, ripping the buttons off.

"No, Matt," she cried out.

She tried to kick him away, but he didn't even stumble. He gave her a wicked grin.

"You want it rough, huh?"

He pulled her skirt up, and ripped off her panties. Patricia balled up her fist, and punched him. Matt punched her in return, leaving her barely conscious. He let her fall to the floor. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled her away from the wall.

Matt got down on his knees. He undid his jeans, and pulled them down as far as he could. He pushed her skirt up past her hips. With one fast, hard thrust, he entered Patricia. She screamed out in pain.

"Shut up!"

He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. He thrust fast and hard within her, not caring how much pain she was in. He came quickly, which Patricia thanked God for. He stood, and pulled his pants back up. He looked down at her.

"You will learn," he said with an evil grin.

He walked off, leaving her a bloody mess on the floor.

Part 2

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