Author's Note: I'm still working on my other stories but I was inspired….
I'm pretty sure we all have heard of rumors of Dave and Melina so naturally I was inspired to write something. Now before anyone gets their panties in a bunch, I have no opinion of what happened (or didn't happen) between those two. And quite frankly, whatever happens in Dave's life off-camera is his own personal business anyways.
With that being said, if you're going to read this story, please have an open mind. But please remember that at the end of the day, it's only a story.
She opened the door to her apartment, only to be greeted by a somber Dave Batista. "She's filing for divorce." He said, steadily gripping his duffel bag.
Rachel Schaffer looked at Dave, half coherently. It was eleven at night and by her standards, way too late to be putting up with anyone's bullshit. But when Dave called her, she knew she had to let him come over.
Still wiping the sleep-induced crust from her eyes and yawning, she opened the door to let him in. She didn't ask what had transpired between him and his wife; Rae heard the rumors just like everyone else. She was only surprised by the timing of them. After all, they were just starting as he was getting ready to go back wrestling full-time. "Come in."
"Where should I put my things?" He asked calmly.
Rae pointed towards the bedroom. "In there." She said, lighting up a cigarette.
Rae and Dave have been friends for about four years. They met while she was designing a poster for a PPV and instantly became close friends. They both found each other attractive and often flirted, but never "went there" so to speak. But it wasn't like they didn't want to.
As Rae watched Dave get himself situated in her bedroom, she shook her head about the situation. Dave, as with most professional athletes, are known as married bachelors—husbands for the brief two days they see their wives, single any other time after that. Working behind the scenes at WWE, she heard of all of the stories; this blonde Diva sleeping with this Superstar; that Diva sleeping with that Superstar.
At first, Rae was shocked to learn of many of the infidelities. Superstars who had a near perfect image on-screen, were cheating bastards off the camera. But as time progressed, she would only be surprised if she didn't see a wrestler with some ring rat he picked up at a hotel lobby.
However, Dave's cheating surprised her—and it didn't. He and his wife were having problems in their marriage, like most athlete marriages. Rae couldn't remember the countless times Dave would come over right after an argument he had with his wife. Sometimes he would be pissed over mundane things like her yelling at him for not taking out the garbage. And then sometimes, it would be things that even she wondered why Dave was telling her because they were so personal.
But something bothered her about Dave's affairs. He had plenty of them, too many for Rae to remember or care about. It wasn't just the fact that he was ruining his family and his marriage that bothered her. It was more of the fact that Dave never propositioned Rae for a fling. And she wasn't sure if she was relieved that he respected her in that manner or was saddened that he didn't find her at all attractive.
Dave collapsed on the bed, rubbing his forehead. "This year has to get better, Rae."
Rae put out the remains of her cigarette and joined him on her bed. "Let's see…you start off with an injury and out for most of the year; then you get into a fight with Booker T; and finally you got caught cheating again and your wife is leaving you…yeah, your year has to get better than this."
Dave raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have to remind me."
Rae nodded. "Oh, I think I did."
He turned to her. Confusion and worry plagued his eyes as his face was a giant question mark. "I'm not a bad guy."
She shook her head in reassurance. "I never thought you were, Dave. I still don't. I just think you have a natural ability to play stupid." She smiled.
"At least you're honest."
"At least I'm honest." Rae repeated. Suddenly, her cell phone went off. As she looked at the caller ID, Rae noticed it was Dave's wife on the other end. "Hey. Yeah, he's here. He's sleeping. Okay, I'll let him know. Bye." She turned to face Dave. "She was calling to say good-night."
"Just like that?" He questioned.
"Well, in not those words." Rae smirked.
Dave was slightly amazed that never once did his wife question his relationship with Rae. But then again, he wasn't that surprised. Rae and his wife became very close over the course of their friendship, with Rae often coming over for movie night or shopping with Dave's daughters.
"You know, she never questioned our relationship, know that?"
"I don't see why she would. Lord knows I wouldn't go near your dick with a ten-foot pole."
Dave didn't believe her. "Sure you wouldn't." He smirked.
"Dave, I've seen the ring rats you've fucked." Rae then pointed at his crotch. "I'm not sucking that shit."
"You mean to tell me that you never thought about sleeping with me?"
"Dave, I would be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind. But there was one thing stopping me from doing it."
Rae shook her head. "Morals. You know, that one thing you don't have right about now."
Dave frowned. "I thought you weren't trying to make me feel bad, Rae."
"When in the fuck did I say that shit?" She laughed. "Now stop pouting. I'm going to make a snack for us. Just rest, it'll be ready in a few minutes." She kissed his lips and got up to leave.
"Rae?" He called out.
She turned around slightly. "Yes?"
"Thank you." He replied, his voice softer than a whisper.
Rae smiled. "You're welcome. Now rest."
As Rae left Dave to collect his thoughts, she thought about the conversation they just had. She never found interest in sleeping with a married man and Dave was no different. But now that he was officially separated, it was a different ballgame. Shaking her head to relieve her thoughts, Rae finished making the snack and went to get Dave.
"Dave, what kind of drink …" She stopped speaking, focusing on the sleeping giant on her bed. His off-camera life has taken a toll on his physical being and it was clear he was exhausted. As she watched him sleep, Rae thought about everything that has transpired to everything that could be explosive. It would only be a matter of time before rumors of her being the sole reason of Dave's split but Rae would deal with that later. More pressing things were on her mind right about now.
Given the opportunity, she would fuck Dave every day of the week, including twice on Sundays. She was in a killer position that any woman would love to have and that was being the saving grace that Dave turned to in his time of need.
The opportunity was present for her to act on it. But she wasn't going to take it.