Recycled story, hope you enjoy ;)
Trapped in Your Love
Bringing to her lips the crystal clear glass she has been nursing in her hands for the last few minutes, the blonde WWE Diva simply known as Natalya took a sip of her red wine and savored it against her tongue; allowing her taste buds to take on its sweetness before swallowing down the fiery liquid.
It was good wine, not the best she ever had but it was good enough for her standards. Its savor blended perfectly into her mouth and it went easily down her throat, very easily.
Actually, it went down so easy that she was currently on her fourth glass, and as she finished this one as well she couldn't help but to muse about the sad picture she was presenting to anyone who cared enough to take a look at her. All dressed up, hair nicely done, alone and apparently trying to get drunk with wine.
It was pathetic because really, who got drunk on wine? No one with some sense in them would do that on purpose because one, wine hangovers were the worse and two, it would take a whole bottle for her to start feeling buzzed.
So yeah, she had a long way to go.
Taking in a deep breath, the blonde lifted a hand to her face and brushed her hair back, thinking that yes, looking at her was depressing, but as sad as she must seem, she was feeling even worse inside.
Maybe if she ordered something stronger, like a whole bottle of vodka that she could take up to her room so she could be sad and depressing in private. That would really be something and she wondered about what would he do if he came back to find her all plastered in their room.
Would he even care?
Shaking her head, the WWE Diva breathed in, deciding that she wasn't going to waste another second thinking about her boyfriend; even if he was the reason she was down at the hotel bar drinking her frustration away.
"Drinking alone, uh?"
At the sound of that familiar voice, Natalya tilted her head to the side and took a look at the source of it, her long blonde hair falling to the side as she looked. Now, as a rule, she would ignore anyone who tried to talk to her while she was feeling so down, but she knew this person, he was no stranger and it was okay not to ignore him.
Too bad that he was like the second last person on earth she wanted to see in that moment… well, actually the third. Anyway, if she didn't like seeing him there it was just because his presence was like a blow to her ego. That he was there made her finally corroborate what she has been suspecting for the past few months; that her boyfriend was cheating.
There was no doubt about it in her mind and she knew that she should feel angry, hurt or maybe even sad, but the truth was that at that point she was beyond feeling anything for her dark eyed boyfriend.
Sure, deep inside it bothered her; after all she and Tayson have been dating on and off for over eight years and she just corroborated that he was lying to her blatantly.
But instead of the storm of feelings she thought she would be feeling, she was instead getting an eerie sense of calm.
Maybe the wine was having its effect on her already and her senses were dulled.
Sucking on her teeth, Natalya arched an eyebrow and studied the man sitting by her side, her eyes taking on his appearance. He looked like he has combed and maybe even slicked his hair at some point during the day, but by then his dark locks were wild and untamed and he looked like a gigantic five year old with his hair all tousled. It was funny and she smiled despite herself.
She also noticed that he was dressed casually, yellow shirt, faded blue jeans and sneakers. His casualness contrasted greatly from her high profile image, but then again, she would bet on anything that nobody ditched him that night.
So… Phil Brooks, or as he was known around the WWE Universe, CM Punk, was there at the hotel… interesting considering that when she texted Tyson an hour ago to know where he was he replied that he was with Phil.
When he texted her back saying that, Natalya knew at once that he was lying because Phil and Tyson were not close enough as to hang out together, but what proof did she have?
Since Phil and her best friend Beth were broken up, she didn't have a reason to know about the man's whereabouts and that was probably why Tyson said they were together. He probably thought that Natalya jumped into the lets hate Phil campaign that Beth was into and really, other than knowing that those two were not hanging out partners, she had nothing to call him out on his lie and it made her mad, especially because that night she had arranged for a nice romantic dinner at their suite and he never showed up.
But now there was her proof, Phil was there, Tyson was not so where was he?
Keeping her eyes on the older man, Natalya frowned, watching as he ordered a drink for himself.
"I want a rum and coke minus the rum, if you make it a diet Pepsi I'll leave you a nice tip."
Snorting, Nattie shook her head and gave the bartender an apologetic look. "You are crazy." And he was, but what really struck her as odd was to see him there at the bar. "But anyway, what brings you down here?" She asked, talking out loud for what felt like the first time in hours.
Now, until a month or so ago, Phil has been her best friend's boyfriend so as a result, Nattie had gotten to know him pretty well; at least enough as to know that he wasn't the kind that usually went down to bars alone.
And it wasn't because of the whole Straight Edge thing because she knew that every once in a while he would go out with the guys in their escapades and that he would ask for shot after shot of Cranberry Juice… on the rocks. But going by himself just so he could order a Pepsi?
"Nothing really, I just wanted to see how the damned lived," He shrugged, nodding to the bartender and accepting the large glass filled with soda that he put over the counter. Then, without wasting anytime, he grabbed it and started to drink from it.
Clicking her tongue to her cheek, the blonde motioned the bartender to her, when he walked her way she blurted out. "I want one of those, but I want mine with rum." She said, pointing at Phil's glass.
The drink was served and in a much smaller glass that the one Phil had and once in front of her she brought it up to her lips, threw her back and swallowed it down it one gulp. This one burnt its way down her throat and she slammed the glass down, coughing up as she did so.
"I don't know much about this stuff but I don't think you should be mixing drinks. It will go all to your head and you'll get drunk and stupid before you know it."
Natalya wrinkled her nose, the burning sensation finally reaching her stomach and settling there. "Yeah? Then I'll take another one."
At her words, Phil chuckled, squinting his eyes as he looked at her. "Go easy on that, I wouldn't want to be the one calling Tyson to inform him that I found you getting drunk and out of your mind down here."
Natalya pursed her lips and clenched her jaw. Her eyes watching Phil's face intently. "Tyson is cheating, isn't he?"
By the look on his face, Nattie could tell that Phil wasn't expecting her to ask that so bluntly. "Why do you say that?" He asked slowly and watching his words carefully.
Snorting, Natalya rolled her eyes. She could tell Phil all about Tyson always disappearing for longs periods of time, or how he would make up a web of intricate lies that resulted in them spending more time apart, or even how she had woken up in the middle of the night in a few occasions to find him gone. She could tell him all that but she didn't.
"I just know it."
Phil ran one of his hands down his face and sighed. "I don't know, maybe you should talk to him about this. I mean I don't want to be rude, but I stay as far away as I can from other people's relationships."
Natalya hummed, she was almost sure that Phil knew something but she wasn't expecting him to rant on Tyson so she didn't mind the fact that he evaded answering her question. In fact, she has been expecting a full cover up and that he didn't give him a few points in her book.
Placing her hand over the counter, the blonde lowered her gaze and sighed. "So… you didn't come here to talk about Beth, or are you?"
At her question, Phil chuckled. "Not at all."
Natalya blinked and looked up to him. Now… Phil and Beth seemed to be the happy couple of the year to everyone but her so she hadn't been surprised about their break up; maybe that was because she had an inside look and she was aware of the problems they had been dragging along with them.
Beth was too jealous and clingy, Phil was kind of an ass and more of a loner and even though they balanced each other at the beginning, when her friend saw that he wasn't changing on his own, she tried to change him herself.
As what to be expected, Phil didn't like that and in more than one occasion she could have sworn that she could feel the tension lurking in the air whenever she saw them together; all until one good day they went their separate ways.
"At least none of you cheated." She said, motioning the bartender to get her another drink.
Scrunching his nose, Phil turned his stool sideways and faced her. His face was serious, his olive green eyes penetrating. "If you are so sure that he's cheating, why are you with him?"
At that, nattie looked up to the ceiling and thought about it, but the truth was that she really had no answer for that.
Sometimes she would think that Tyson cheating was all in her head and out of guilt for doubting him she would go out of her way to make him feel the best way she could. Like that night, she put up a whole romantic setting just for the two of them and what happened? He never showed up even when she asked him to get back early.
Grabbing her new drink, the third generation Diva swallowed it down without thinking, finding that it went smoother that the first one did. "I don't know." She confessed. "I really don't know…" Shaking her head she sighed. "But you know what I know? That I'm calling it a night."
With that said, the Canadian got to her feet, and as soon as her Loubotins made contact with the marble floor she felt the entire room spinning all around her.
So she got dizzy, and Phil must have seen it in her face because he snorted and steadied her by grabbing her shoulders. "See, I told you you were going to get stupid and drunk." He said in amusement.
"No, no, no… I'm okay." She hurried to say, but he didn't let go of her and instead got to his feet as well.
"Come on, I'll walk you back to your room." After saying that, he told the bartender to charge everything to his room and then he turned back to her.
Nattie chuckled. Why? She wasn't sure; she just held onto the man and started to walk with him out of the bar. Luckily, the bar was right inside the lobby and the elevator was nearby.
"I'm okay, really, I can make it to my room just fine." She said petulantly, but even with all her talk she didn't let go of his arm.
"Sure," He said in a bemused tone of voice. "Because you are not drunk and stupid like at all."
"I'm not." And she wasn't, she didn't feel like she was drunk. If she stumbled back at the bar it was because of her shoes.
Those heels were impossible.
"Then let's take the stairs, if you are not drunk we'll be up in no time. Come on." He said and practically dragged her to the emergency stairs; crossing the door and making her climb a few steps.
"Okay, okay you win! I want to take the elevator." She said, feeling her legs wobbly and thus standing her ground as he let go of her.
Phil climbed the first set of stairs and stood on top. "Ha, see? This is the number one reason I laugh at drunk people. You lack coordination, your judgment gets blurry and most importantly, you can't do this." He said and then jumped high in the air, landing right on top of the baluster so he could slide down to her.
"Oh, you are such a show off." Nattie said wrinkling her nose and squinting her eyes. She was suddenly feeling a new surge of adrenaline in her and she needed to burn it up. "And for your information, I could do that thing you did if it wasn't because of these shoes."
Phil laughed. "Yeah right, I would like to see you trying."
Running the tip of her tongue across her upper lip, Natalya smirked. Maybe Phil was right and she was drunk, because right in that moment she was thinking that doing his little stunt was the easiest thing in the world. She could do it and she was going to show him.
"Alright, hold here and watch me." With that said, she reached down to her feet and took off her shoes before going up the stairs.
"You know, you can show me on another occasion, I don't know… maybe like when you are sober." He said as he went after her.
"No, no, no… I'm good now, I can do it." She laughed, her mind trying to find a way on how to jump up there, she came up blank.
So okay, maybe she couldn't jump up there, but she could climb and then the rest of it was going to be SO easy. So with that in mind she used the baluster as a level and climbed up, using her knees to get started.
"Nattie, you are going to kill yourself; come on, get down."
The blonde Diva didn't mind what he was saying and tried to stand up over the rail so she could slide all the way down, but before she could get in position, Phil circled her legs with his arm and pulled her away from any danger.
"Wait," She exclaimed, but instead of listening to her he slid her all the way to the floor. In the process of putting her down, his arm remained on her and as she slowly slid against his body he ended up circling her waist and holding her close.
"You are going to break something if you do that." He said in the lowest of tones, his voice almost a breath against her face.
Natalya lifted her gaze up, her eyes glued to his as he stared back at her. Yes, she was definitely drunk, she knew because she couldn't take her eyes away from his and as he held her to him she couldn't help but to feel a tingling sensation forming in the pit of her stomach.
And it was weird… having him pressing against her with one arm stubbornly wrapped around her waist as her hands rested over his chest…
Add to that the alcohol in her system and voila, catastrophe presented itself in the form of a kiss.
She didn't know who started it, in her state it wouldn't surprise her if it was her but it could have been him all the same; the only thing that she knew for sure was that now his lips were firmly pressing against hers and that his other hand found its way to the back of her head, holding her in place in case she would want to pull away.
But she didn't pull away nor did she want to; her lips found his to be very pleasant and for a while she just remained there… tugging at his bottom lips with her teeth.
It was crazy, her heart was pounding very hard inside her chest and her head was clouded as she added a bit more pressure into the kiss. But then, apparently going back to his senses, Phil pulled away as if her lips were burning his. He even took a few steps back away from her.
On her part, Natalya lifted a hand up in the air and pressed her fingers to her temples, the implications of the situation finally registering in her brain.
She just kissed her best friend's ex-boyfriend!
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." She said, clearing her throat and closing her eyes.
"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have… I mean-"
"It's okay, let's just forget about it, okay?" Nattie opened her eyes and clenched her jaw, but instead of looking up at him, she walked down the stairs, grabbed her shoes and made an escape for the lobby.
She was suddenly feeling overwhelmed by everything that went on that night and she needed to step out and collect herself, and she needed to do it now.
TBC