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Lita blinked furiously as tears welled up in her eyes, her body in a tight fetal position as she lay on her hotel bed.
She couldn't rid her mind of the horrid thoughts of Edge, of what he'd done and how he'd hurt her.
She took a deep, nearly gasping breath as she thought about what she'd done just a few hours earlier.
Although she hadn't wanted to do it, what other choice had she had? Damn it, Edge's attitude and treatment of her had been spiraling downward for months now! And that was to say nothing of that kiss...
She balled her hands into fists as she thought about the bitch who'd somehow managed to tempt the blond man enough to put his lips on hers. And when she really thought about it, what chance did Lita stand against her? The other diva was blonde, gorgeous, and was pretty much what most men considered sexy. And what did *she* have? Red hair, tattoos, a double-tongue piercing, a fiery attitude and a not-so-sexy wardrobe. Hell, she was a tomboy - not exactly every man's dream.
Lita sobbed quietly, the tears running in droves down her cheeks. Damn her... And damn *him*, too! Let Edge *have* the whore if he so chose! She was far better off without a man who took her for granted and kissed other women... But then, why did the edges of her conscience begin nagging her that she'd made a big mistake?
She knew why... It was because she was in love with Edge - and despite her anger and resentment toward him, she knew she always *would* be...
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Edge raked a hand through his long blond hair as he gratefully accepted his third beer from the bartender. He placed a five dollar bill on the counter, and although the drink cost only three, told the man to keep the change.
He'd come down here to the hotel bar after the incident with Lita. That had been over three hours earlier... The *incident*... Hell, who was he kidding? His girlfriend had broken up with him, dumped his ass... His heart was broken and he wasn't the least bit angry with the redhead. On the contrary, he was angry at *himself* - because *he* had fucked up.
Shit... He glanced down at his feet by his left side, his eyes taking in the bag he'd dropped there. After the 'incident,' he'd taken his stuff and left the hotel room they'd been sharing - what else could he do? She wouldn't allow him to stay or even explain himself. And he still hadn't gotten himself a new room, despite the fact that it had happened three hours ago.
The tall Canadian suddenly became aware of a presence just behind him, and he turned to see *her* standing there, a big smile on her face. Great... This was just what he needed...
"Hi, stranger..." Torrie Wilson said with a slight giggle. The platinum blonde slipped onto the barstool at his right. It was just his dumb luck it happened to be unoccupied.
"Hi, Torrie," Edge replied dryly, wishing the diva would just go away. She was a huge part of why Lita had dumped him, and he resented her for that. The truth be known, he never really cared much for the blonde, but somehow, stupidly, when she'd kissed him, he'd kissed her back. God, how he wished for that moment back. He would have shoved her away and told her off!
"Imagine finding *you* here all by yourself..." she went on, her blue eyes fixed to his face, her ridiculous dimples poking through her cheeks as she grinned at him. He couldn't help thinking that if her smile grew any larger, her face would probably crack like porcelain.
"Yeah... and I'm gonna be doing a lot *more* things alone from now on," he muttered.
"What? Why is that?" Torrie asked, her brows raising curiously. "Did you finally dump Lita?"
Edge's expression grew angry as he eyed the woman. She'd probably been waiting for something like this, perhaps even counting the seconds till it happened.
"No... If you must know, *she* broke up with *me*..."
Despite the obvious displeasure in the man's face and speech, Torrie
Wilson's grin grew even wider... interesting turn of events indeed.