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{Needing, needing
All at once comes the silence
Begging, pleading
No more emotional violence
The withdrawl into pain
The result to never need again
Is this love?
I think not
I want out
This love affair is over
Gone, gone, gone
This love affair is over
Gone, gone, gone
[This love affair]
It's so sad
[This love affair]
What we had
Gone, gone, gone...}
He watched her with intensely smoldering blue eyes, a myriad of emotions doing battle inside of him. He was hurt because she'd so callously dumped him. He was angry because not even three weeks after the breakup, she was already seeing someone else. And, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he was jealous as hell...
Sean O'Haire wore an expression of undisguised fury as he sat alone in the catering room, his gaze never once swaying from his former girlfriend and her new 'boy toy,' as he liked to think of him. It seemed as though she *knew* what she was doing - being completely oblivious in being all lovey-dovey with the bastard right in front of him. She knew... Yeah, she *knew*, all right. She knew exactly what kind of effect their little display was having on him.
The dark-haired man ignored the other WWE superstars who were in the room, some mingling with friends, others simply helping themselves to some food. All he could focus on was the two of them...
And damn it... Ever the masochist, a sickening thought suddenly came to him... He wondered if the boy toy had fucked her yet...
Shit... He wished that thought had never entered his mind, and for two reasons. One, he wouldn't have to suddenly fight to urge to hurl his guts out, and two, he wouldn't have to force himself to not punch out a wall...
As he watched them fawning over each other, practically cooing with contentment, O'Haire thought back to *their* sex life. It had been absolutely amazing, and definitely the best sex of his life. It was as though the young woman had been made for him, and vice-versa. They'd seemed to fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. He'd joked as much to her the first time they'd ever made love, and she'd laughed her throaty little laugh and nodded her head in agreement.
God damn the little bitch... She had to have a heart made of stone to have tossed him aside the way she had. And in the entire two and a half years they'd been together - ever since he'd come to the WWE with the rest of the WCW/ECW Alliance - she'd always told him she loved him...
Some love...
Sean's hands clenched into fists as the woman suddenly got up from her seat next to the boy toy to sit on his lap. He frowned more deeply as her arms looped around the asshole's neck and she began to kiss him. How fucking obvious could she *be*??
He had to fight to keep a growl of fury from escaping him as he noticed them slipping each other some tongue, and he closed his eyes, refusing to witness any more. 'Calm down, breathe... *breathe*!' he mentally ordered himself. He was *not* going to lose control - not here, not in front of them... Especially not in front of *her* - he wouldn't give her the satisfaction!
After several minutes, O'Haire couldn't take it any longer and opened his eyes. The pair was still sucking face, making out and making a big production of it. He was actually surprised that no one approached them to say 'get a room.'
That was the last straw... Sean rose and shoved at the chair upon which he'd been sitting, in a haste to get the hell out of the room. Anywhere would be a better place than this right now. He walked briskly out of catering, his hands still clenched into fists as he cursed himself for the fact that he was still madly in love with her.
Inside catering, the woman abruptly stopped kissing her new beau, a smile on her face as she watched O'Haire leaving.
Had he turned around, he would have seen Stephanie McMahon eyeing his
retreating form, a smug, satisfied smile on her pretty face...