John Cena opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was light blue ceiling and blue curtains that matched the color of the walls. The room was tidy and in the corner, there were a bunch of Teddy Bears. He remembered, he was the one who bought the most of them.

He groaned silently as he felt a slight pain in his head. It was pounding and he felt like his head was going to explode. Closing his eyes, he laid his head down on the soft pillow. He never found the comfort in those soft pillows. He would prefer hard ones much better.

The room was a lot different from his own one. First of all, his room was larger. There was a larger bed. And stuff, of course. Still, he admitted the fact that this room was sweet.

He took a deep breath and sat up. He stretched his arms above his head. It was when he realised a female figure next to him. It took him a minute to analyse the woman, though.

Mickie James.

He breathed out in relief. As a famous billionaire, he had to obey some rules that kept him 'famous'. And those rules included not having sex with the women that works for a company. Like whores, strippers and many others. It was insane, though. Who cared if he did? It was his life, for God's sake.

Surely, Mickie Laree James was nothing near a whore. She was a respectable author of a famous magazine. And the readers loved her corner. She was really succesful at that.

And there was another reason for him to be worried, Elizabeth 'Liz' Cena. His wife and supposed-to-be only lover of his life. But it wasnt like that. Liz wasnt his only lover. He doubt that she was a lover from now on, anyway. He and Elizabeth were always arguing. And those arguments were turning into huge fights which were ending up for him to be out of the home.

"You're awake."

He got rid of the thoughts immediately as he heard her voice. A smile appeared on his lips before he responded. "Yeah, morning."

"Morning to you, too," Mickie muttered, then buried her face to the pillow. "What time is it?"

"About twelve," He said. "Which is why I have to get up and join the training."

Mickie groaned, making him chuckle. "Dont leave..."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You know I have to. And, Randy is waiting for me." With that being said, he got up and headed to the wardrobe to find some sport clothes of him.

"Screw him."

He laughed out loud at that. He knew Mickie didnt have anything against Randy. She just didnt like the way he was stealing John from her in his free time. Even if those free times included trainings.

"I dont think he would be happy if he heard that," He smirked and wore a white, long t-shirt.

"Whatever," Mickie grinned. "Will you come back tonight? Since it's Saturday..."

"Not tonight," John looked at his watch, then stared at Mickie with a sad face. "It's our anniversary. I promised Liz to have a dinner, alone. And since we had a fight yesterday, I should make it up to her."

"Fine, then," Mickie pouted. "Buy some flowers. She might forgive you better."

"Thanks, babe," He smiled. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

Mickie narrowed her eyes. "Well, I was hoping to spend my night with you. But if you have to go, then I'll call Candice over and have a sorta sleepover."

"Yeah? Wouldnt Ken be annoyed?"

Mickie stared at him blankly. "You dont know the news, do you?"

"What news?" He asked, feeling a little confused.

"Candice and Ken-asshole got divorced yesterday."

His jaw nearly dropped once he heard that. "What the hell? I thought, they were good."

"You thought so. Candice was always talking about how they had huge fights, like yours, if I may remind you. They had one a day ago. Ken came home all drunk and hit her. When I said 'hit', I meant it. Thank God, she hit back. Fortunately, she escaped without any damage... Anyway, that fight caused them to divorce eventually."

He stared back with a jaw dropped. "That asshole hit her?"

"Yup," Mickie's eyes darkened. "If I see him at somewhere..."

Nodding his head, he cut her off. "Same here. Anyway, babe. I should leave," He gave her a little peck on the lips. "Miss me."

"Oh, I will," She winked.

John smiled and headed to the downstairs. He grabbed the keys of his black Mustang and got out from the house. He reached the garage and got into his car. Just as he was on the road, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Where the hell are you?" An angry Viper spoke through the phone.

"Chill, man. I'm on my way."

"You better. I'm waiting here for fifteen goddamn minutes!"

"Put your phone down and relax before I came there," John increased the speed. "Put it down."

"Whatever."

With that, Randy was off the line. John sighed, knowing that Randy was pissed off because of something huge. He stopped at the gas station, and bought himself a Redbull before he was one the road again. After a couple of minutes, he was in front of the training center. He parked his car and got out from the car with the Redbull in his hand. He walked into the training center before he saw Randy Orton sitting with iPod in his hand and headphones in his ear.

"Randy!" He called out, getting his attention.

Once Randy noticed him, he turned his iPod off and started walking to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but John cut him off.

"I know, I know. You'll ask where the hell I've been and such. I was with Mickie, so that's why I came late."

"I dont like that situation and you know that."

John knew what Randy was talking about. Randy never liked the relationship he had with Mickie. Well, no. He didnt say anything about 'liking' or 'hating' it. But he was sure against to have another relationship while John had one with Liz. A relationship that was approved. A relationship that was legal. A relationship that had problems...

He sighed. "I know, you dont. But it helps, man. It really helps."

"Helps to what?" Randy started to punch the punch bag. "Getting rid of the thoughts of Liz?"

"No," John joined him by holding the bag while he was punching. "I mean, yes. But not only that. I love Mickie."

"You love her?" Randy faked a laugh. "Come on, man. We both know that you actually dont. Not at all."

"The hell I dont," John shook his head simply. "Mickie has been my best friend since high school, dude."

"So have I," Randy smirked between punches. "But I dont think you would like to spend the night with me."

John rolled his eyes. "I dont get with Mickie just because I've known her since then. It's because I feel some kind of an attraction towards her. A feeling that I had felt for Liz, a while ago. A feeling that keeps me away from depressions."

"How is that possible?"

"You've never cheated on Sam?" John asked, causing Randy to stiffen for a long while. "Hey," He said. "What's up? Another fight with her again?"

Randy sighed and stopped punching for a moment. "Yes."

"What happened?"

"Just a fight, man. It happens," Randy said in a quiet tone. He was like he didnt even believe what he had just said. He, then, started to punch a lot harder. It was John's turn to response, though. He held the punch bag away from him.

"It doesnt always happen," John told him in a warning tone. "You two have serious problems."

"We dont," Randy argued. "It's just... Marriages do have this kind of an arguments. That's it."

"Normal marriages do have just an argument in a week. But you? You fight at least twice in an hour!" John shook his head in disagreement. "Do something about it."

"What do you want me to do?" Randy stared at him, his ice blue eyes darkened. "Getting a divorce?"

John remained silent for a while. To him, it was easy to get divorced with a woman like Samantha Speno. But to Randy? He was the one who married to her. He once loved her, just like himself; he loved Liz. "Do you love her?" John blurted out.

"I... I do," He answered. "Why?"

"You hesitated."

"My mind was off," Randy said.

"Liar. You hesitated before you answered."

"So what, man? So what if I hesitated?"

"You dont love her, Randy. Even if you do, you have doubts," John glanced up at him. Feeling the happiness of his little victory over him.

"Do you love Liz, John?" Randy shot back. "Do you even like her?"

John sighed. A little did he know Randy was going to ask that. "This is why I see Mickie."

"That just doesnt make sense. At all!"

"It does, in a way. When I'm with Mickie, I feel... different. I feel like how I used to be in college. It's like, we're having a secret relationship. A relationship that we both have to keep it safe from some people. Wasnt it always like that in high school or college? She brings the light. She is the light of my life."

"You... sound like you love her," Randy told him, as if he had just realized it.

"Werent you listening?" John raised an eyebrow. "This is what I said before."

"I thought you were talking about some other girl, man. Like, you just get with her because of sex and such."

Shaking his head at him, he spoke. "My turn."

Randy raised an eyebrow, as well, and held the bag for him. "What the hell are you thinking?"

John looked at him, then started to punch the bag. "Nothing, just a crazy thought crossed my mind."

"It wasnt nothing. What's it?"

"Seriously, Randy. You probably would disagree," John started punching the bag.

"Tell me, so I can answer," Randy rolled his eyes.

John sighed. He knew what Randy was going to say. He was going to say 'no', simply. But he felt the urge of asking. He was pretty sure that Mickie would make a big deal of it. I mean, who wouldnt? But after all, he knew Mickie would say okay to that. This was one of the good sides of her that he loved. Also, there was Candice. Mickie had told him that she was going to stay the night. This made him think of an idea, though. While he could hang out with Mickie, Randy could have Candice. To him, there was no problem about it. It was just a one-night-affair thing. But the problem was, what was Randy going to say?

"Why dont you join me and Mickie tomarrow?"