How it all started (A Shawn Michaels and Rebecca fan ficton)

It's her

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Rebecca POV

"Why, oh sweet heavenly father, WHY!?!?!?" I screamed in my head

I know that deep raspy but sexy voice from anywhere, it's Mr.Heartbreaker.

How did he get In here?, what did he do with Michaels?, And is he staring at my butt? All these questions where floating around my head while I just squat there frozen with fear, in pajamas.

I don't know what to do, I feel like am gonna have a panic attack, WHY IS HE IN MY HOUSE? All these random things were still in my head.

"So, Rebecca you're just gonna sit there, and let me stare at that fine ass of yours (he mumbled to himself) or you're going introduce yourself to me".

Is his really this perverted, now I just fill uncomfortable in the position am in. So I took a beep breath and slowly stood up, I really don't know what to do, should I call the police or finish him off myself, I may be a chick I can put up a good fight. I guess I really don't seem threatening with black footie pajamas and failed tied up moist black hair, now that I think about it, it's kinda seductive, the pajamas am wearing are long black stretchy pretty comfy and hugging every part of my body from my neck to my toe, which almost makes me feel naked but comfortable.

I could just feel his eyes burn through me, I feel so uncomfortable right now, I can't even explain.

Shawn POV

I went into some random bedroom that I assume belongs to either sharmell or Rebecca. The door was ajar so it only took a slight push for the door open to open wide, the room was like any hotel room I have been in, white walls, neat bed, clean soft looking carpet, lampshade at the side of the room and huge window where the bed was. I just started to chuckle to myself because I remember what happens everytime I step in a room with a babe, they end up tired I end up pleased. How it always ended, and it will never change, I don't Chase girls they Chase me, I don't ask for sex they beg for sex, I don't just take them on a never-ending pleasurable rollercoaster I take them on a painful/pleasurable rocket ship to infinity.

Their words not mine, ha they don't call me the heartbreak kid for nothing, am not trying to sound conceded or heartless but I just 'fuck and leave' been my strategy for years. It's not like I try to do it (well I do), they just seem like they want sex so I give them what they want and more, I make them all scream my name, or just beg for mercy, either way I cum out on top (see what I did there).

Thinking about sex while am in her bedroom is not helping my urges, I need to keep it cool.

So I decided to lay in one of the girl's bed so I can take a quick nap, but for some reason I couldn't it would be the "wrong thing to do" ugh, so I just laying there feeling as comfy as I can ever feel and just looked around the room, I analyzed how everything was put together to seeing if their were any pictures on the wall, until I saw a small white dresser

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A smirk started to crawl on my face, with one swift motion I jump out of one of the girls bed and started to walk towards the dresser.

I kneed down to the small white inanimate object to open one of the six drawers, until I heard the creek of the bathroom door.

"Crap" I mumbled to myself

Out of all the times Rebecca could've chosen to come out the bathroom, she chooses now.

I slowly got up and looked down at the dresser "another day" I mumbled sadly to it.

So I tipped toed to the door and slightly opened it, I was only able to see the back of Rebecca's head as she bent down to get something from the fridge, as she did I took the time to stare at her beautifully carved figure. She had raven black that was currently wet clauses by the shower she just taken, perfectly tanned skin with an all to familiar hourglass body all of my ex girlfriend's would die for, and to top it all off her long toned legs really did her justice.

As she stood up with a half eaten sandwich in one hand and a water bottle in the other I could clearly see her face.

I couldn't believe who I was staring at. It was whisper...... I mean Rebecca........ wait no.. ugh whatever, well since I actually know her dame name now I won't be calling her whisper anymore; I liked the name Rebecca better anyways.

As I was starting to stare deeply at the fine specimen in front of me the beautiful smile that she had on earlier slowly turned into a frown as she realized something, when she realized I wasn't there.

"MICHAELS" she screamed as the frantically looked for me. I cringed usually cringe when someone calls me by me first name who is not family or close friend, but coming out of her mouth is like music to my ears......wait what did I just think that, what the fuck is wrong with me, why am I saying these things, usually when I see a girl I think of two things, foreplay and fuck (unless it's a relative). It must be lust getting into my head...... It must be lust.

I step out of the room and lean against the door when watching her bend down and look under the carpet for something. I was much rather her call me Shawn than Michaels so I gathered up call the cockyness and arrogance I had in myself and brushed my feelings I had for her and say.....

"I prefer to be called Shawn Michaels"