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Lita pulled the car into a space in the hotel's lot and put the rental in park. She undid her seatbelt, meeting the blue eyes of Christian, who smiled at her.

"Well, we're here..."

"Thank goodness," the redhead said. "After what that bitch Molly did to me earlier, I just want to relax... Maybe I'll soak in a nice hot tub."

The blond man arched a brow at the thought of that - Lita in a bathtub, nothing covering her beautiful, naked body but bubbles... He caught himself just in time as his tongue was about to lick at his lips.

"Just wanna rest all night, huh?"

"Definitely..." The diva gingerly edged her way out of the car, wincing as she straightened up. Her back was still hurting.

"Too bad you feel so lousy," Christian said. "I was going to ask you if you maybe wanted to go out for awhile... But you should rest up after what happened."

Lita eyed him and smiled. He was such a sweetheart, and she hated that she'd misjudged him back when he'd first rescued her from the clutches of Molly, Victoria and Steven Richards several weeks back.

"Well, Trish called me earlier and said she'd be rooming with Lilian tonight, so... I've got the room all to myself..."

The blond man arched a brow at this little revelation. It was very interesting indeed... And it was funny how Trish had said she'd be with Lilian - Christian would bet his bottom dollar - Canadian, of course - that the blonde was really going to be with Chris tonight.

"Cool... Are you inviting me over?"

"Of course I am..." Lita said with a grin as they began making their way to the hotel. "And if you don't accept my invitation, I may just have to club you over the head and drag you over."

Christian couldn't help but laugh at that. He couldn't believe his luck... Things were definitely going to get interesting tonight, for sure...

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Edge felt a sickening, sinking feeling in his gut as he wrestled with the steering wheel of his rental car.

Damn it... He had to get there, had to at least arrive at the right city...

Practically the moment after he'd witnessed Christian and Chris Jericho talking about the bet, he'd packed a bag and swiftly left his house. All he could think of doing was getting the hell out of there and to his two diva friends - especially Lita. Although Trish had obviously found out about the pathetica plan the two men had devised, chances were the redhead was still in the dark. He supposed Trish had probably spilled her guts and told Lita everything, but on the other hand, maybe she hadn't...

...And that was only one of the reasons he had to go to them.

The blond man couldn't help the fear inside at the thought that Christian might have already gotten Lita into bed. He knew he didn't have to worry about Trish - unfortunately, she'd had to find out the truth in such a cold, callous and crushing fashion. But he knew there was no way in hell the blonde diva would ever give Jericho the time of day again - aside from maybe smashing her fist into his smug, arrogant face.

Edge's face hardened as he thought of his brother... Christian was a smooth one, all right. For as long as he could remember, the other man had never really been serious as far as women were concerned. Basically, he went through members of the opposite sex almost like an assorted chocolates in a box - as though, to him, women were to be sampled at random, for his own enjoyment.

The tall blond man was determined not to let his brother make Lita just another notch on his bedpost. And oh yeah... He was also going to see to it that Christian, as well as Jericho, got exactly what they deserved.

As he continued driving, pushing the gas pedal slightly closer to the floor to speed a bit more, he entertained thoughts of violence to Christian and Y2J's genitals...