A/N: Hey guys! So, I honestly must be crazy, seeing as I already have three fics on the go... but I couldn't resist posting this. I think this fic has real potential, I have so many ideas for it, I honestly don't know where to start, haha.
So yeah, I'm starting it off as a T, but I might change it to an M later on, depending on where I decide to take it.
Anyway, here we go. Hope you enjoy, and please don't forget to leave feedback! Mwah.
Chapter 1 – Guilty Pleasures
"Babe, have you seen those guys on NXT? My god..."
I turned to look at the woman that was walking beside me along the corridors, chuckling at her enthusiasm. She was practically bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet as she told me about the eight men that were going to be taking part in a new show that the WWE had just produced.
"Actually, I haven't. I heard about the show but that's about it, I don't know their names or anything." I shook my head, smirking when she sent me a shocked look. "Hey, not all of us have the time to drool over hot guys, Gail." I hoisted the Divas Championship onto my shoulder, pointing to it for even more effect.
"No, some of us are too lucky to have to worry about anything except for shining up that belt," She glared back my way playfully, but I instantly felt bad. It had been far too long since Gail had held the title. I'd put so many good words for her through to management, but it was to no avail. I honestly had no idea why, when she was one of the best women wrestlers the company had to offer, but Gail just couldn't seem to catch a break anymore.
"I'm sorry," I sighed, shaking my head back and forth as I thought of something to quickly change the subject. "So these guys, I'm taking it that they're pretty scrumptious?" I looked at her from the corner of my eye with a smirk, my English accent seeping through.
"Well, some of them are." My dark haired friend quickly returned to her happy self, and I laughed lightly at her words.
"Hmm, I'm gonna have to keep a look out, then."
"No way, Sofia. If you think for a second I'm letting you anywhere near those guys before I've made my mark, you're crazy," She glared playfully my way, and I shook my head, wondering why we always had this conversation when it came to guys.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Gail."
"Right, because your Latina movie star looks aren't what every guy is looking for."
I shrugged, keeping my eyes locked on the path ahead rather than on my friend. I hated to think that she was right... guys were constantly attracted to me, but I was too modest to admit that. Besides, it always seems to be the wrong guys that wanted to be with me, you know, arrogant pigs, idiots, guys that were married...
"Fine, when we see them, tell me which one you're after and I'll stay far away, deal?"
"Hmm," I turned my head, watching as Gail narrowed her eyes in thought before she nodded her head my way, "Deal."
"Alright," I chuckled, reaching over with my free hand to shake hers, rolling my eyes in the process. The pair of us shared a small laugh, and I was pretty sure she'd really be showing me this guy we were talking about... not that it really mattered. Although Gail and everyone else were completely oblivious to this, I wasn't going to be going after a new guy.
Because I was already taken... well, kind of.
"Hmm, speaking of hunks... are you off to see this mystery guy?"
Okay, so maybe Gail wasn't as oblivious as everyone else was.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I shook my head lamely, wondering why I even bothered making excuses. There was no possible way I could ever tell her who the person was, but why did I deny that there definitely was a guy, when she'd already guessed the truth?
"Uh-huh, sure you don't..." She grinned at me smugly, and I rolled my eyes. "Are you ever gonna let on?"
"Nope," I answered simply, feeling the buzz of my mobile through my jean pocket. I pulled it out and smiled at the name on the screen, pulling it away from Gail quickly when she tried to take a peek.
In the locker room now, Soph. Come see me x
"Let me guess, lover boy?"
I swallowed as I pushed my phone back into my pocket, turned to look at her with a blank expression. If only she knew the truth behind what was really going on. I was pretty sure she wouldn't be smiling and joking with me about it. She would be so disappointed in me...
"Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about," I shook my head as I turned to look at the corridor in front of us with the smallest of sighs. Why couldn't things just be un-complicated? Why couldn't I choose a guy that I could date openly, or who was going to treat me with respect? I was pretty sure it was impossible for me to do so. "Look, I've got to get going. I have a few things to deal with before tonight, so I'll see you later, yeah?"
"Alright," She nodded my way with a roll of her eyes, making it pretty obvious that she didn't believe a word that left my mouth, but she didn't pry any further. That was one thing I loved about Gail so much. "If you see my NXT guy, no touching."
"I promise," I rolled my eyes with a small laugh. "What's his name, so I know which one to leave alone?"
"Justin Gabriel," She sighed dreamily, "Even his name is beautiful."
"Okay, time to leave..." I pulled a disgusted face, laughing as she punched me playfully on the arm, "Cya later, Gail."
"Bye, girl!" She waved as the pair of us span around and walked our separate ways.
Half an hour later I let out a sigh as I stood outside the all too familiar locker room, fighting with my head and heart as I wondered what I was supposed to do. My heart desperately wanted to run into the room and find the man that I craved to be with... but my head, well – it definitely told me otherwise.
I'd decided against going to see him as soon as I'd received the text. Instead I'd taken my time to think things through as I had my hair and make-up done for the show and dropped my belt off in the women's locker room. I'd wanted as much time as possible, hoping that somehow I'd finally make the decision that I knew I needed to.
But once again, here I was, stood outside the room that belonged to the man who was completely forbidden... yet I still always ended up following my heart and doing the wrong thing.
And this time was going to be no different.
"Knock knock," My voice was barely a whisper as I finally opened up the door and slipped inside, frowning when I noticed he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he'd had enough of waiting for me and he'd left to prepare for his match. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or disappointed if that was the case.
"Sofia?" His familiar, gravelly voice interrupted the silence, and my breath caught in my throat as I watched him appear from the bathroom, already dressed in his ring attire. "What took you so long?"
"Hey," I smiled lightly, walking a little closer to him. I watched as he looked me up and down, his eyes filled with lust, and I bit down on my bottom lip hard. I was such an idiot for feeling this way, for wanting him so much... but he truly was my guilty pleasure. "I'm sorry, I had to get everything sorted for the show," I pointed to my jet black hair which was curled to perfection and his patented smirk appeared on his lips, sending shivers down my spine.
"You really should have left that till later..." He stepped closer to me, his tattooed arms circling my waist and pulling me flush against him, and an automatic blush grew across my cheeks at the meaning behind his words.
"Yeah? Well I don't know about that. I've been thinking, Randy..." I shook my head, my eyes falling to the floor as I pulled away from him. I needed to get this out now, I needed to tell him how I truly felt about what was going on between us before he got to me with that charm and his perfect looks.
"About what, baby?" He asked, taking a step towards me once again. I shook my head, backing away from him, but he followed suit. I didn't want to be so close to him, not when he was so utterly intoxicating, but obviously Randy had other ideas. "Please don't tell me this is about Jess."
"What else did you think it was going to be about?" I gasped as my back hit the solid wall, knowing there was no way I could escape him now. Randy's eyes found mine once again as he lifted his arms to rest on either side of me, trapping me. I could feel my heart thudding in my ears, every nerve in my body telling me to jump him then and there and have my way with him... but I couldn't. Not yet.
"How many times have we had this conversation?" He shook his head, momentarily closing his eyes. "You know how I feel about you. You know..."
"Yeah, I know," I interrupted with a frown, swallowing the lump in my throat as he began to run his finger tips across my shoulder, "You tell me every single time this ends up happening, Randy. You tell me that you love me and that you're going to leave her..."
"And I do, I will," He sighed, shaking his head back and forth as his hand rose and he began to caress my cheek. "It's just... it's not as easy as you think, Soph. Jess isn't just any other girl, she's my wife."
"Then that's all the more reason to sort this out, Randy. We can't go on like this. Either you tell her what is really going on, or... or I'm done. I can't do this, I can't sneak around behind everyone's backs anymore, and we definitely can't keep doing this to Jess."
I could feel the tears burning my eyes at my words, wondering if I was really brave enough to do what I had said. Could I really leave Randy? I felt so pathetic, so terrible, for what I was doing. I'd gone through so much in the past when it came to men, things so bad that nobody even knew about them, yet here I was, sleeping with another woman's husband. How could I be so heartless?
"No, baby... you can't. You can't leave me," Randy shook his head desperately, his hands digging into my arms to hold me still, "I can't lose you. I love you."
"I..." I wanted to push away from him so badly, to tell him that it didn't matter how he felt, but as he leaned forward and began to press gentle kisses along my jaw line and down my collarbone, I knew I was never going to be able to do that. No matter how bad I felt for what I was doing, it wasn't going to happen. "I love you too," I whispered, hating myself as I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck. "Just promise me something, okay?"
"Anything..." He nodded, pulling away with a smile that made me shiver.
"Tell her soon?"
"I promise, I'll tell her," He nodded my way, and a few seconds later I hesitantly did the same, truly wondering whether I could ever believe those words when they left his mouth.
I looked around the nearly empty canteen area, thankful that I didn't have to see or speak to anyone now that the show was beginning to start. Everyone else was busy getting ready for their matches, but I only had a promo tonight. I had nothing to prepare for, which left me with nothing to do but to sit around and wait until it was my time to be in the ring.
With a small sigh I picked up an apple and walked over to one of the tables, taking a seat at one where my back was facing the entrance. I hoped more than anything that if someone walked by, or even in to the room, they wouldn't notice who I was. I didn't feel like company right now.
I bit into my apple, not really even tasting anything as I chewed, thinking about what had only just occurred between Randy and myself. I'd left shortly after he'd promised to tell Jess about us as he had needed to prepare for his match... and he'd also asked me to call by his hotel room later on.
Normally, I would have taken his offer in a heartbeat, but tonight, I wasn't so sure.
And I still had no idea how I could do this. The girl I used to be when I was younger and living in England would never have done something like this. Well, not before...
"Man, I can't wait for the show to start tomorrow night. It's about time us FCW guys got some love."
The sound of a young man's voice brought me out of my thoughts, and a small frown grew across my lips at his unfamiliar South African accent. I had no idea who he was, and I was pretty sure I'd have recognised that voice if I'd ever met him before.
"I know, plus we get to go out on Raw tonight and introduce ourselves to everyone. Pretty sweet, huh?" Another, American guy spoke up, their voices growing louder as they made their way into the canteen. I let out another sigh, wondering why I could never find a moment's piece, even when everyone should have been getting ready for their matches by now.
"Tell me about it. I can't wait to get out there, I just hope we go down with the crowd as well as Vince thinks we will..."
At the sound of the third voice in the group, I froze completely. I squeezed down on the apple until it bruised, wondering if I was really hearing what I thought I was. The first too accents had been unfamiliar, but the second was one I knew... and not just because it was English.
It belonged to a certain someone who once upon a time, I'd known very, very well.
I shook my head back and forth, my heart pounding with dread. This couldn't have been happening. It couldn't be real, not when I'd only just been thinking about what had happened before...
I finally forced myself to spin around, my eyes finding the three men that were only stood a metre or so away from me. I guessed the American was the red headed guy stood on the end; next to the South African. If I'd seen him under different circumstances, his caramel skin and jet black hair would have been attractive... but I barely even registered the two of them once my eyes had fell on the third, who towered over the others by nearly a foot.
The other two began another conversation between themselves, but the English guy didn't join in. Instead he seemed to stiffen, as if he knew someone was watching him, and a few seconds later he turned his head in my direction, his eyes growing as wide as mine as recognition flashed across his face.
This couldn't have been happening. This had to be a dream...
Or in this case, a really, really bad nightmare.
"Sofia?" He asked, the other two men oblivious as he stared my way.
"W...Wade?"