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Edge rushed all the way back to the hotel, speeding pretty much all the way. He was lucky not to be stopped by a patrolman and was actually surprised he didn't get into an accident. The reckless way he was driving, it was a miracle that hadn't happened.
He ran into the hotel, maneuvering his way around other patrons and ignoring anyone he might happen to know. Now was not the time for him to get into a conversation with one of his co-workers. All he could think of was Lita...
As the tall blond man finally reached the room they were secretly sharing, he hurriedly opened the door and entered.
The redhead was laying on her side on the bed, her back facing him. From this vantage point, and because she was so very still, Edge couldn't tell whether or not she was asleep. He guessed she very well might be, judging by the lack of a reaction to the sound of the door closing.
Tentatively, and almost fearfully, he inched his way to the bed. Once there, he sat down on its very edge, his nerves frazzled. What if she wasn't asleep but was just giving him the cold shoulder? Not that he would blame her if she did...
Edge dared to lean over a bit so as to get a look at the diva's face. And sure enough, her hazel eyes were open. However, she was not looking at him but rather just straight ahead, toward the window beyond. The Canadian wasn't even sure she was seeing it so much as she was just staring at nothing.
And damn it... He could tell she'd been crying. Although her face currently wore a blank expression, it was pretty obvious she'd been crying sometime earlier.
He swallowed hard and raked a hand through his long hair, hating himself for what he'd helped do to her.
"Lita...Baby, I'm so sorry...I knew it was wrong, and I swear, I never wanted to do it."
He got no response out of the diva. In fact, the only way he was able to tell she was even alive was by her breathing. Jeez...
"Please forgive me?"
She still didn't move, didn't respond. Instead, she continued to lay there, still as a stone.
"Lita, I'm serious. I am so very sorry for coming out there tonight and..." He paused, now actually scared by her silence. One thing was for sure - he would never in a million years have imagined the redhead to be the type to give the silent treatment when she was angry or upset. He figured she'd be her usual fiery self.
"Li, how can I make it up to you? I really am sorry, and-"
Edge abruptly stopped speaking as Lita turned and sat up, her face now furious as she stared at him. Then, without a word, she punched him squarely in the chest - hard. The blow was forceful enough to cause the blond man to cry out in pain. Damn, but she was strong, even if she was no Chyna!
"You're 'sorry,' are you???!" she shouted, jumping up from the bed and looming down over him. "You bet you're sorry! I can't believe you went out there and attacked me tonight! You cost me my Women's title, you sorry bastard!" Lita gestured wildly with both hands but this time restrained herself from striking him again. She was so hurt, so angry, that a vein throbbed in her left temple.
"I know...I know..." Edge said almost sheepishly as he looked at her guiltily. "And not to make excuses for my actions, but...Well, it was Christian's idea, and even though I didn't like it, I had to go along!"
"You know what? Fuck Christian!" the redhead spat. "You could have said no!"
"He's getting suspicioius of me..." the blond Canadian explained. "He even asked if I was getting sweet on you!"
Lita glared at him, her arms crossing under her breasts as she listened to him. After awhile, she calmed down a bit and sat beside him.
"Shit..." She raised one hand, pressing it against her forehead. "We're obviously going to have problems, keeping our relationship a secret..."
Edge got her meaning and arched a brow.
"Yeah."
"Well..." She turned her head to study him. "I do believe that you are really sorry, so..."
The Canadian eyed her expectantly, a knot of anxiety and anticipation in his stomach.
"I'll let you make it up to me..."