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Amy's eyes widened as she listened to what the caller had to say. It was just too unbelievable, despicable... disgusting, pathetic... And yet, it wasn't really all that unbelievable at all. She wondered, in fact, why it should surprise her. After all of these months, *nothing* surprised her anymore.
Adam frowned as he noted the expression on his girlfriend's face. He couldn't help but wonder who had called her as she hadn't spoken the person's name or anything. Suspicion filled him as a dark thought crossed his mind. What if it was *her* - calling Amy to harass her again, just as she'd done very early this year?
"Take down this address," the caller told her, and the redhead quickly edged out of the bed to retrieve a pen and hotel stationery from the desk beside it.
"Okay... Got it. But I believe you. You're one of my best friends, Trish - you *know* I believe you."
Still in the bed, the blond man nearly let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness... It was only Trish Stratus, not his crazy ex-wife Lisa.
Intently, he wanted Amy's lovely face as she finished the conversation with their friend and co-worker. A moment later, the diva said goodbye and ended the call, placing the cell phone back on the desk. She stood silently in her tracks for a beat, eyeing the piece of paper she held in her hands.
"What was that all about?" Adam asked. "Trish wants you to meet her somewhere?"
"No... She gave me a website address."
The Canadian couldn't help but roll his eyes. He'd never been all that internet literate, but after all the mess with that prick Hardy, plus that bitch Lisa posting her spiel on his forum as well, he wasn't exactly a fan.
"What is it she wants you to see?"
"I'm not sure," Amy admitted, although somehow, she knew it involved Matt and couldn't be anything good.
"Well, if it's another 'off the record' interview, we don't need to see it," the blond man said wearily. He stretched out and patted the empty area beside him on the bed. "Come back here, baby."
The redhead felt a small smile tugging at her lips at the look in his eyes, the pleading in his voice. He was really so adorable. However, she wanted very badly to see what Trish was talking about.
In spite of disliking the internet so much, Adam owned a laptop, and he had a wireless connection. He frequently brought it with him on the road. Amy's curiosity was getting the better of her by the minute, and so, she ignored his plea for the time being, instead opening and turning on the computer.
The blond man groaned in frustration. Here, he was turned on again and ready for another go, and she was instead focused on checking out the link Trish had given her. He was about ready to go mad and just put his hand to good use, but instead, he relaxed. He'd wait until she saw what she was so compelled to see and then she'd come back to bed again.
Amy sat in front of the laptop, her eyes glued to the LCD screen as she opened Internet Explorer. Then, she highlighted the address bar and typed in the url her friend had provided.
The screen loaded in an instant, and she was taken to some wrestling web forum.
'Earthquake on Matt Hardy's Moral Highground.' That was the title of the thread. She scrolled down a bit, not really wanting to read, but she did so anyway. However, the truly interesting part was further down still - in the form of three very incriminating photos.
"Ugh!" the redhead exclaimed, disgust clearly etched on her face. "Oh, my God!"
Adam frowned and sat up.
"What is it?" Suddenly beyond curious, he rose to go to his girlfriend to have a look at the computer screen as well...
... It was Matt Hardy and his now ex-wife Lisa - and they were in very compromising poses in three different pictures. Two of those depicted them with tongues shoved down one another's throats in a deep kiss.
"What the hell is this shit?!" Adam snapped, and he failed to see Amy flinch at his words. The pictures were absolutely disgusting. "Go up a little," he said, wanting to read just what was said by the person who'd posted them. June... Those photos had been taken in June.
At this point, Amy had been rendered speechless. As digusted as she felt, her heart was thudding uncomfortably fast in her chest. She knew it was because of Adam's reaction, and of what he might be feeling right now. Irrationally, she worried... After all, Lisa Ortiz had still technically been his wife up until just two and a half weeks earlier - regardless of the fact that the blond man had filed for divorce in April and they'd been separated even longer than that.
"How pathetic can two people be?" the Canadian snarled. His emerald eyes were hard and glittering as he stared at the screen and read the remainder of the comments. So, apparently, Matt and Lisa had had at least had a sleazy one night stand to get "revenge" on Amy and himself. It was pathetic... It wasn't anything like his and Amy's affair had been - they'd fallen in love. He knew there was no love or any kind of emotion - unless insanity counted as an emotion - between Lisa and Hardy. And while he knew that Matt wouldn't care about the sleaze factor since he'd been a skirt-chasing bastard for so long now, he sincerely hoped his ex-wife was feeling mighty low. He hoped she was feeling like shit, like a cheap, skanky tramp.
Amy had had enough. Without warning, she simply clicked the X on the top right-hand corner of the page, closing it. She couldn't stand to look at or read any more. She felt downright sick.
"Ames?" Adam gazed after her as she rose and crossed back over to the bed. He followed her, concerned about her eerie silence. He swallowed down the knot that had suddenly formed in his throat, thinking of how badly he hoped the pictures hadn't hurt her. God, he hoped she didn't still actually *love* that asshole.
The redhead stopped in her tracks just as she reached the bed, and she stood there quietly, her back to him. Adam stood directly behind her, his hands coming up to touch her bare back, sliding up to her shoulders and surgically-repaired neck.
She closed her eyes tightly, a soft sigh escaping her she felt his hot breath on the back of her shoulder. She loved him so much, it was almost scary... Scary because she feared the worst, feared *losing* him.
"Amy?"
Finally, she turned around to face him, and Adam was stunned by the tears he saw on her cheeks. Damn it, his worst fears were coming to life!
"Do you still love her?" she asked then, completely throwing him for a loop.
The blond man cocked his head as he gazed down into her teary hazel eyes. All of a sudden, he thought he understood, yet he was still confused.
"What?" He shook his head. "Baby, no... I love *you*, and *only* you. You *know* that." Despite himself, Adam began to chuckle softly, causing Amy to wince again. "Ames, this is crazy - because I was just beginning to think you still loved Matt."
Questions seemed visible in her eyes as she stared up at him.
"What? Why?" she asked.
He caressed her left cheek as he spoke.
"Your silence when we were looking at that webpage. I thought-"
"You thought the same thing I did," she concluded for him.
"Well, almost," he said with another chuckle.
The redhead finally managed a smile. Blinking, she raised a hand to her face to wipe away the tears, and her boyfriend helped her.
"I love *you*, Adam, only you."
The tall blond man smiled warmly as he pulled her into his embrace.
"Well, that's good to know." With those words, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her so passionately,
she grew breathless.