I awoke the next morning. It had to be atleast noon. I stared at the ceiling and blinked the sleep out of my eyes.
I lifted John's heavy arm from around my waist and sat up. I stretched and turned to look at him. He was snoring, and we were both still wearing our clothes from the night before. I leaned over him and pushed him slightly. "Mmmmm?" he asked his eyes still closed. "I'm going to talk to Randy okay?" I said getting up from the bed. "Okay, if anything happens.." he trailed off and fell back asleep.
I shut the door quietly behind me and walked the few steps to our hotel room 6 doors down, I heard people talking but didn't look up. And when I finally reached them, I regretted even leaving Johns room.
There stood my boyfriend, and the same blonde from last night, at our hotel room door. She was holding her shoes in her hand. And he was leaning into her. I think I heard a muffled 'had a great time last night..' but my anger was completely blinding all my senses. I hung back and leaned against the wall, neither one of them saw me until she walked away towards the elevator. After Randy turned to smack her ass and then turned back around he saw me standing there in the hallway.
We stood in the center of the hotel room. Randy staring at the floor, me staring holes into him, again wishing he would just burst into flames. "Where were you last night?" he asked not looking up at me.
"I slept in John's room. Because after I saw you dancing with the Brooke Hogan look alike I got pissed and went with him." he nodded. "What you guys do?" I scoffed. "Are you seriously trying to start a conversation with me?"
"What the fuck was that?" he just sat down on the bed. "You know what it was, Lily. Don't make it say it." I looked down at him angrily. "No I want to hear you admit it. Tell me, what was going on here?" He sighed and looked up at me. "I danced with that girl last night, sweet talked her into coming up here and slept with her." I nodded my head.
"Great. Now I know why I didn't want to fucking start this shit in the first place." I said crossing my arms. "How long has this been going on?" I asked. He made a face that I couldn't read. "The entire time. Every hotel, another girl." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I fucking told you I love you Randy." I said before beginning to pack my things.
He didn't even try. He didn't even ask me 'do you think we can fix this?' he just watched me pack my things up from his room. I grabbed my suitcase from the floor and turned to look at him. He was still just sitting there. "I never want to see you again." I said as I shut the hotel room door behind me.
I left. I left that day. I went to the airport, booked a flight and flew home. I got everything situated and vowed never to get involved in the WWE ever again. I never wanted to see any of those wrestlers, only if it was John. I felt horrible. For weeks. I cried myself to sleep atleast 3 times a week, and barely ate anything.
But what was going to happen now? When John came home? Our feelings for eachother were coming more and more apparent, through our phone calls and e-mails. But I still had no idea what was going to happen when he came home. Which was tomorrow.
It had been a long day at work. She came into her apartment after working a 12 hour shift, makeup smudges all over her hands and wrists, her own makeup bunching in the corners of her eyes begging to be washed off. She sighed as she threw her keys on the table near the door and walked into the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made her way up the stairs through her dark apartment, she was going straight to bed. Her friend wasn't due home for another few hours.
She pushed open her bedroom door, which was cracked open, a dim light coming through it. She wondered on the way up the steps if she had left a light on. But she was proved correct. She didn't leave a light on, there were lit candles scattered throughout the room. On the dressers, the end table near her bed, on the coffee table. She looked around the room suspiciously, almost afraid.
She whirled around to look through her doorway at John's door. But her line of vision was interrupted, by John standing in the doorway. A smile came across her face, as she looked at him. She was happy to see him again. "What's all this?" she said still smiling. He just stared back at her, her smile slowly dissappearing. He took a few steps forward, towards her. Her heart started pounding.
"I missed you, Lily." he said wrapping his arms around her waist leaning his forehead against hers. Her breath caught in her throat.
"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye.." she said shyly her eyes on the floor. He pulled her closer to him their hips touching.
"Shhh." he said leaning down capturing her lips in a kiss that they had both been waiting on for so long. His tongue made its way into her mouth and he slowly backed her up towards her bed.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked her his lips still touching hers as he stopped kissing her. She nodded her head staring into his endless blue eyes, speechless.
"Are you going to answer me?" he said his strong hands resting on her thighs, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes, yes. I'm positive we should do this." she said looking up at him. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers again, their tongues intertwining as he unbuttoned her short-sleeve black shirt she wore to work. He slid it down her shoulders and kissed every inch of skin he left exposed.
She stared up at him, she felt as if her heart was failing. She couldn't breathe, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to. She wished this would last forever, frozen.
He undid the button of her tight fitting black pants, and pulled her to her feet to peel them off of her skinny legs. She picked up each foot getting the pants off from around her ankles. He kissed her inner thigh before getting back into a standing position and kissing her again. He smiled against her lips as she began to push her hands under his t-shirt, feeling his abs. She pulled away from him momentarily to slip it over his head.
He smiled against her skin as she began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. She dropped then to him ankles and let him step out. Her standing there in her bra and panties, and him in his boxers.
They had been roomates for a long time, he had seen her in her underwear before, but this time it was so much different. All the other times he was telling her how hot she was before she went out on a date, this time she was all his.
He pulled the covers back and picked her up gently placing her on top of them. He crawled on top of her kissing her lips tenderly pulling the blankets over them. It was summertime, and he knew they'd be overheated soon enough but he wanted to be close to her as possible, his body on hers, their body heat.
He held himself up with his forearms on either side of her, she looked so tiny underneath him. He stared lovingly into her eyes as he lowered his face to hers and planted a kiss on her lips and he slowly entered himself into her. He didn't move for a moment, watching her face for any discomfort.
She looked up at him, like an angel. A small smile came across her face as she pulled his face down to hers again to capture his lips in another kiss. He began a wonderful rhythm with her. He leaned down to plant kisses along her collarbone, he knew it was her weak spot. He was already extracting moans and sounds of pleasure from her, but he knew he was going to drive her over the edge soon enough.
She had her legs wrapped around his large hips, at first she didn't even think she'd be able too. He truly was a bigger looking man with his clothes off, rather then on. She ran her hands over his shoulders, across his chest, and brushed her fingers against his sides. She wasn't even sure if anything was coming out of her mouth anymore, she felt as if she were high, in a complete different state. Every problem she had at the moment had dissapeared. Her job that kept her too late, Randy and his cheating, her broken heart, and her best friend who she really did have feelings for but couldn't say it. All of it just melted away from her in that moment, she was truly what she considered happy.
She gasped quickly and mumbled something incoherent to him as she grabbed his shouders hard. His hands were entangled in her short colorful mess of hair, he let her pull him as close to her as possible. "Oh god!" she managed to get out. She had one hand on the back of his neck the other was scraping down his back, he was almost positive she had shed blood. But he didn't care, at that moment everything for him was perfect. After a few minutes they had both finished. He moved to the side of her laying on his back, pulling her on top of him, kissing her forehead.
"I love you, Lily." he said putting his finger under her chin causing her to look up at him, her eyelids looked heavy, her cheeks red. "And I always have." he added before kissing her swollen lips and staring into her eyes.
"I love you too John." she said before they both drifted off to sleep.