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"Hey, whatever happened to Stacy?" Jay asked. He glanced around as the three of them took a walk around campus. It was pretty late in the day, and none of them had anymore classes.
Adam shrugged.
"Good question. I figured she was gonna meet us at some point." He cast his gaze over at Amy, who shrugged as well.
"I haven't seen her since this morning," she revealed. Inside, she thought, I hope she's okay. It was a little unusual that the leggy blonde had been so scarce all day long. She wondered if maybe Stacy had met someone. However, as soon as that thought struck her, she felt badly for it. She knew Jay and her roommate seemed to take a definite liking to one another. So, why would Stacy go off with some other guy? But then, she had to remind herself that stuff happened all the time, and she really hadn't known the blonde all that long. Who knew what was going on?
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Shane smirked beneath the rim of the beer bottle he was holding up to his lips. Whoever would have thought things could be this easy? He only hoped Stacy Keibler was the exact same way, and then he'd be home free. He saw the situation as perfect for him, and in more than one way: first, he would get to have sex. Not only that - it would be with a beautiful, very sexy girl. And two, he would get a wee bit richer for it when Paul handed over his money!
Stacy laughed heartily as she tossed her head back, downing more of her beer. She couldn't help herself. She'd never been much of a drinker, so she had basically no tolerance. One drink, and she was gone.
The two of them were in a darkened club called The Rage. It was one of the biggest hangouts for students at Cannon's Worth, and certainly worth it. Even on nights when bands didn't play, the atmosphere was awesome. People liked to hang out at the bar or on the burgundy leather couches set up for mingling and talking. Shane had hooked up with several young women right in this very club, and he was damn proud of that feat. But he was filled with the most pride over that one chick he'd managed to have sex with in this very club. She was a hot little Asian number whom he hadn't even needed to get drunk to score. They'd just gone to a dark corner near the back of the club and had been discreet. As far as Shane knew, no one had been any the wiser.
"So, tell me, Shane," Stacy blabbered out with a giggle, "how did your daddy eva get ta be owner of Cannon's Worth?" She burst out in a fit of laughter as she clutched the bottle.
He grinned at her with amusement. God, she was hammered, absolutely plastered. And she'd barely even started on her second beer. It was kind of pathetic. He figured with the way this was going, he might actually have a repeat to his night with that Asian chick Angie, or whatever her name was. The mere thought nearly brought him to salivation.
"Well, Stacy," the dark-haired man replied, "my dad came from money and made more of his own from his own business."
The tall blonde laughed again, this time at the way Shane McMahon sounded. And the way he sounded to her was like an infomercial at that very moment. It was just too corny!
"So, with his own money, he had the school built, and the rest is history, as they say. He winked, raising his beer as though toasting to her. And what the hell... He should toast her - after all, this girl was going to win him some pretty nice cash!
"What a great story!" The blonde brought the bottle back up to her lips and chugged away. She was clumsy, though, and a bit of the beverage spilled on her shirt. She let out a small yelp when she realized it.
"Hey there... Easy." That last word seemed to be the one he just couldn't get out of his mind that night. Oh, this one was so his for the taking. He scooted closer to her on the couch on which they were sitting, a napkin in hand. But before he could even make a move toward her chest, Stacy laughed and snatched it away.
Shane stared at her for a moment, then looked elsewhere. His mind worked overtime as he considered another tactic.
"Hey, you want to just get out of here?"
"Yeah," Stacy said, finally no longer laughing, though she was smiling at him. "Why don't we go back to your place?" She leaned in closer to him in a flirtatious manner.
The dark-haired man nodded and rose. He offered her a hand, helping her up, joy bursting inside of him. He
knew it! He was so going to win! And actually, as far as he was concerned, he already had.