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Adam grunted with pleasure as he slammed roughly in and out of her. He was damn close to release, and the fact that she was so aggressive in bed only made it that much better.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Dawn Marie cried, her hands tangling into his long blond hair, lean legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The Canadian groaned, but this time it was not with pleasure despite the physical sensations shooting through him.
Her voice had ruined it for him...
All throughout, as he'd been ravaging her, Adam had imagined he'd been fucking Amy... Gorgeous, redheaded, desirable, sweet Amy - *his* Amy. And it had been so easy for him to picture the redhead, what with his eyes closed and his head down, forehead pressed into the side of her neck.
He again focused his thoughts on her, the beautiful face etched in his brain as he suddenly came. He let out a loud moan, one thought in his head as he spilled himself - 'Amy, Amy, Amy... I love you, Amy!'
When it was over, the blond man pulled out and away to lay on his back, his breathing still heavy as he stared up at the darkened ceiling. The physical aspect of what had just happened had him feeling more than satisfied. But as far as *emotional* went... He felt like shit - not for using Dawn Marie, but because it felt like he'd cheated on Amy. He *loved* Amy... And he'd been pissed and frustrated when the redhead had told him that she and Jay had wanted to hang out alone.
He listened to the brunette beside him as she breathed and spoke softly. Her voice did not sound like Amy's... and she *wasn't* Amy, and that upset him.
"Get out..."
"What?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise as she turend onto her side to stare at him.
"You heard me," Adam snapped. "Get your clothes on and get the fuck *out*."
He heard Dawn Marie gasp, but amazingly, she didn't say another word. In fact, he didn't hear another sound out of her aside from her suddenly seeking her clothing and then dressing. He saw her silhouette over by the hotel room door, and she hesitated, then finally spoke again.
"You bastard!" she shouted, her voice nearly breaking. Adam knew she was near tears, but he didn't care. Instead of replying, he yawned and rolled over onto his side on the bed, his tall, nude form still in her sight as she opened the door.
The blond man was glad when, a few seconds later, he heard the door close as the woman finally left. However, he couldn't help but wince. He'd never slept with a diva before tonight - but the one and *only* diva it should have been was Amy Dumas... *No one* else.
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Dawn Marie was practically shaking as she wandered almost aimlessly down the hallway. She didn't know how it was that she wasn't crying her eyes out after what had just happened.
And then, she heard soft laughter a few feet away and looked up to see Lilian Garcia and John Cena. The two seemed to be returning from a date and looked happy. The brunette felt tears finally welling up as they neared each other.
"Dawn... Hey, are you okay?" The question came from Lilian, the little blonde peering at her with concern. Cena looked concerned as well.
"I don't..." She shook her head as the tears spilled over. "Lilian, can I speak to you?"
"Sure, honey - of course." Lilian moved away from John to go to the brunette's side, her eyes speaking
to him. "Come on, come with me..."