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The man had kept his eyes and ears open all night, and he was only somewhat surprised to learn that Copeland and Amy Dumas had become more than friends.  Evidently, this had occurred only tonight, as Nora had mentioned it to him.

She had been so terrified when, after her match against the redhead, he had seen her, from further down the hall, returning to the women's locker room with Amy.  The taller diva had worn an expression of concern on her face and was speaking to Nora, who only seemed to shrink within herself, ignoring Amy as much as possible.  The man had frowned and wondered what the redhead was talking to his girlfriend about.  He hoped she wasn't butting into his personal business once again.

Back in their hotel room that night, he had questioned the little blonde about this, and she had simply said that Amy had been discussing the kiss she and Adam had shared in the parking lot.  The man had raised his eyebrows to this bit of information.  So, the blond slut was already moving on, so soon after dropping Stephanie?

He clenched his fists as he sauntered down the hallway and to the stairwell as he thought about this.  But now was not the time to dwell on Copeland.  He took the stairs descending one flight down and walked to a hotel room, a keycard in hand.  He glanced it over to make sure he had the right room, then, with a sly smile, swiped it and let himself into the room.

"What took you so long?" Torrie Wilson asked.  The tall blonde was sprawled seductively on the bed wearing nothing but a smile as she stared up at him.

The man's smile widened as he tossed the keycard on the nightstand and instantly went to the young woman.  In seconds, he was on the bed, arms and legs entangled with Torrie's and was pressed up against her, letting her feel how excited she made him.  He kissed her hungrily, and the diva kissed him back, reaching down to rub him through his blue jeans.

With Torrie's help, he undressed and then positioned himself above her, lifting the blonde woman so that her hips were up off the bed.  She gasped as he entered her, then thrust fast and hard.  Torrie clutched at him a little, her breasts jiggling obscenely, face contorted with ecstasy as she lay beneath him.  The man gave no thought to Nora as he concentrated on only the woman laying beneath him.

*

Nora sat up in bed, having just awakened after a bad dream.  Her nights were often plagued by nightmares, although she rarely woke up her boyfriend when she had them.  The man was an extremely heavy sleeper - not to mention that, if she did wake him up for something as "trivial," as he put it, as a bad dream, he would yell at her and call her stupid.

She placed one hand to her chest and felt the rapid pounding of her heart.  She was panting with the memory of the dream - in it, she had relived the horrible night from yesterday.  She had felt horrible - filthy and violated, and like nothing more than a cheap slut.  That morning, she had knelt in the shower, allowing the hot spray to wash over her.

The blonde ran one hand over her face, then moved it to her eyes, which she rubbed at sleepily.  She reached over for the lamp on the nightstand and squinted in the brightness, realizing by the tiny portable digital clock she'd kept there that she'd been asleep for only two hours.  He had not been around when she'd turned in for the night.

Nora frowned as she glanced around the room.  His bag was there - that meant that he had returned - but that must have been while she was still asleep.  She wondered where he was now, and what he was doing.

She knew instinctively what he was doing, but didn't know with whom.  Nora had suspected for a while that her boyfriend was seeing other women behind her back.  Whether or not any of them was a fellow diva, she had no idea, although she'd caught him staring at Stephanie McMahon on more than one occasion - with something that looked like longing in his face.  But then she decided it wouldn't be Stephanie - the boss' daughter was a nice girl.  She wouldn't mess around with another woman's boyfriend, and she'd not so much as looked at a man in the last few weeks - Nora had heard rumors that Stephanie had been in a relationship, which had been kept secret, for the last couple of years.  She suspected these rumors might be true.

The blonde pulled her knees up against her chest, the blanket cast aside.  She was terrified of the idea of him returning to the room to find her awake.  She didn't want to be subjected to his abuse.  He would probably accuse her of not trusting him and insist he hadn't been doing anything unwholesome.

Nora suddenly thought about Jay Reso.  She recalled the concern that had been on the blond man's handsome face, in his sky blue eyes - directed at her.  She bit her lip, wishing more than anything that she could actually talk to him now.

She sat there for another moment, chewing on her lower lip and thinking it over.  Finally, Nora decided.  She reached over for the phone on the nightstand and dialed the front desk.  She kept her voice soft when they answered, listening with her free ear for any telltale sounds directly outside the door to her room - just in case he might show up.

After the desk clerk had given Nora the telephone number for Jay's room, she thanked him and then pressed some buttons.  She curled her hand around the cord, waiting for an answer.  She silently prayed that he would answer, as she knew that, at little after one in the morning, it was kind of late to be calling anyone.

"Hello?"

Nora breathed a sigh of relief, shutting her eyes tightly for a moment before she spoke.  "H-hi...Jay?  It's Nora...would it be okay if I talk to you now?"  When he said yes, she quickly got his room number, insisting that she go to him.  She would be damned if her boyfriend got his hands on this nice man.

*

"Amy!"

The redhead sat up in her bed upon hearing Adam call her name in a loud whisper.  She hadn't yet fallen asleep and had actually been lying there pondering the events of that night.

"Adam?"  She glanced over in the direction of his bed directly opposite hers, and could just make out his form in the dark.  He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, and to her eyes, he was just a dark silhouette.

"What's the matter?" she asked softly.  She squinted as the room was suddenly illuminated by the bedside lamp Adam switched on.

The tall blond man also slitted his eyes as he looked over at the woman in the opposite bed.  He quickly noted how lovely she looked in her summer pajamas - the little pink tank top and shorts with tiny white stars on them.

"I just...well, this has been on my mind all night," he began.  "Are you okay with what I told you in the parking lot earlier?"

Amy blinked as she noted the look of extreme worry on his handsome face.  His uncertainty and insecurity touched her heart.

"Oh, Adam...is that what's bothering you?"  She sat up further, swinging her bare legs over the side of her bed.  "You don't have to worry...it doesn't bother me," she said.  "It surprised me, yes - but it doesn't bother me."

"Really?" Adam asked, his emerald eyes locked on hers.

"Yes, really...Adam, I've had feelings for you for a long time...I just never felt comfortable enough to admit it to you before recently..."  She tossed some of her red hair off her face as she gazed at him.  "...but that's all in the past now."

The Canadian absorbed her words, then leaned forward.  Reaching out and gently placing a hand on Amy's knee, he said softly, "You are so amazing...really an angel."

The diva smiled, reaching over to touch his hand.  She bit her lip, her hazel eyes beckoning to him.  After a moment, she gently tugged at his arm, and Adam moved over beside her on the bed.

Amy's arms instantly went around his neck, and the blond put his arms around her waist, drawing her close against him.  He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly at first, and when she began to respond fervently, he became more passionate.  He spiraled his tongue around hers, his lips becoming more firm and demanding.

Both their breathing became heavier as the kiss continued on and on, and Adam slid one hand to the redhead's breast.  She gasped into his mouth as he cupped it, then fingered the nipple, which quickly hardened.

The blond man pulled back to gaze into her face, smiling at the slightly glazed look in Amy's eyes.  She slid her hand down to gently grasp him, her lips parting at the feel of his length and hardness as he throbbed against her.

"Oh, God..."  Her touch became a bit more firm, and Adam made a pleasurable sound deep in his throat, his eyes closing.  He gently tackled her on the bed, lifting the hem of her pajama top.  He kissed his way up her body, from her flat stomach to her breasts as he pushed the top up and pulled it away and off.

Before long, they were both completely undressed, and they continued to kiss as they lay in one another's arms.

"You're so beautiful," Adam whispered as he nibbled gently on the redhead's left ear.

Amy ran her hands over his back, then down to his buttocks, gently kneading them.  "I want you...inside of me," she said softly, lifting her hands to tangle into his fine blond locks as she gazed deeply up into his eyes.

Adam chuckled softly, then kissed her again as he properly positioned himself.  Amy let out a soft gasp as she felt him enter her.  She gripped him tightly as he pushed in and out of her body, slowly at first, then increasing his pace.

"Oh, God," Amy whispered as she neared the brink.  She gazed up into his ggreen eyes and her orgasm intensified.

Adam smiled as she came and quickened his thrusts, and very soon after, he too climaxed. He moaned and held fast to her as he emptied into her.

Afterward, they lay in one another's arms, completely spent. Amy lay her head on his shoulder and smiled, gently caressing his chest with one hand.

"My sweet angel," Adam whispered, turning his head to place a tender kiss on her forehead. Soon after, they both fell asleep.