Chapter 3 : New feelings, new problems

" I'm not going through with this! I want out! Now!"

Torrie Wilson was furious, and she intended to make sure her boss knew about it.

" You cant do this to me Vince! You didn't even consult me about it! Its my contract! Its my career damnit!"

Vince Mcmahon listened patiently as Torrie yelled her dissaproval on the situation. Normally, any wrestler who dared to talk to him in this tone would have lost their jobs immediately, it was career suicide. But not for Torrie. She was like a second daughter to him, although this fact had never been made public. Al Wilson and Vincent Mcmahon bonded like brothers since primary school, and it was Al who helped promote the business in its early years. In turn, Vince promised him his daughter would be well taken care of, even if it meant dealing with her inscessive bitching.

" Vince, please! I don't want to manage him! I can do better! I can-"

" Torrie, calm down. I don't see what the issue is. John Cena is a very nice man-"

" He's not! He's horrible, and I don't want to be his valet!"

Vince sighed, this was one stubborn girl.

" Listen Torrie, what's done is done. Even I cant change that."

" Vince-"

" But I can make a few adjustements. Now I know you're not gonna like what you're gonna hear, but I smell ratings. The crowd loves you together!"

" But-"

" So here's what I'm gonna do. You'll stay with him a month, that's it. You're right, you can do better than valet."

Torrie tried smiling. This was good news after all, only one month. One month of torture.

" Alright…Thanks, I guess."

" You're welcome Torrie." Vince replied with a smile, obviously satisfied with himself.

Torrie left her boss's office, feeling a little more relaxed. She kept reminding herself that the situation wasn't awful, even though she had a hard time believing it. Maybe she should just forget about the grudge she had against John Cena. After all, when he had talked to her, insulted her, he was completely drunk. People say crazy stuff when they're drunk all the time. Plus, he wasn't very hard on the eyes, at all infact. Torrie suddenly felt much better, and decided to give him one more chance. And he had better not screw it up.

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The dark halls freaked the hell out of her. So did the unusual, almost deadly silence that filled the air. Torrie definitely wasn't used to this atmosphere, and always tried avoiding it. Feeling alone, isolated…It scared her. Now she wished she had agreed to go to the hotel with Trish. But no, Torrie being her usual stubborn self, refused to leave the arena before she had her little "chat" with Vince. She hadn't thought in advance what she would do once that was done. Pulling her cell phone out of her purse, she dialed a cab driver, and decided to go wait in the Women's locker room. Suddenly she felt shivers up her spine…Somehow, something felt wrong.

Torrie, get a grip! This's all Trish's fault! Never again let her convince you to watch stupid horror movies with her!

Torrie unconsciously found herself pacing faster, hurrying to get to the locker room. Then, out of nowhere, someone roughly grabbed her.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed, and spun around. She found herself face-to-face with the monster himself, Kane.

He looked at her strangely, like she was some kind of prey. Torrie's heart found itself beating faster, as she tried to break free form his strong grip. What's more, Kane had been acting more and more like a monster every week, and just a few hours ago almost tore the Big Show's eye out of its socket!

"Kane!" Torrie tried smiling, but it came out more like a grimace. "You scared me there."

"I know."

Ok, why the hell won't this guy let me go!

"Oh, yeah. Well I gotta go. Nice seeing you!"

She attempted running , but this apparently only angered the Big Red Monster. His grip around her shoulder tightened, and he seemingly wasn't going to let her go anywhere.

"I have a message for your boyfriend…"

Ok, my boyfriend? Is that what everyone around here thinks? That he's my boyfriend!

"He's not my boyfriend…" Torrie whispered. It took her a lot of guts to contradict Kane.

"You tell him…" He growled this time, his soulless eyes staring at her beautiful green ones. "That he'd better look after that title. Because soon…It's going to be my title!"

His fingers tightened even more, and she was sure she could feel blood piercing through her skin.

"Okay…I'll give him the message…" Torrie felt her voice shaking.

Finally, Kane freed her shoulder, and disappeared, in a flash. But Torrie was to awe-struck to even notice. She lightly put her hands on the bear skin his hand had slashed. Indeed, she felt blood.

I can't believe my luck! Only 2 hours associated with John Cena, and I'm already getting attacked!
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The hotel's lobby was filled with people, buzzing and talking and moving everywhere. Torrie already felt more at home, even though her encounter with Kane persisted in her mind.

"Excuse me, I'm Torrie Wilson. My boss should've booked me a room?" She asked the receptionist in a light tone. She didn't want anyone to realize how distraught she felt.

"Yes, you and Mr. Cena are booked in room 559."

"What? Me and Mr. who now?"

"John Cena! You know, you are one lucky girl…" The receptionist winked at her, then turned back to her computer. Torrie rolled her eyes, this was going to be one loooong month!

She entered the destined hotel room, and was relieved to see that no one had arrived. Torrie scanned the suite, and it was definitely beautiful, except for one disadvantage…There was only one bed! She sighed, why did everyone think they were dating? Putting her duffel bag on the queen size bed, she began to unpack.

"Only one bed…"

Torrie didn't even have to turn around, she knew that voice. Nor did she have to turn around to know that John Cena was standing at the bathroom, probably staring at her.

"Yeah. Guess you're gonna have to sleep on the couch…"

"Yeah, right."

She felt like telling him how serious she was, but held her tongue this time. He would find out eventually that she wasn't the woman who would fall under his charm in a second. No matter how hot he was or how much other girls envied her right now, she had absolutely no intention of letting John Cena sleep next to her.

"What happened to your shoulder?" He asked this question the same way he would have asked "What ice cream flavor is that?" His uncaring and unfriendly tone angered her.

Does this guy not care about anything else but himself! Or that title?

"Whatever Cena! I just…" This time Torrie looked up, and stopped dead in her tracks. John Cena was wrapped in nothing but a towel. And was that a sight to see! His wet, muscular body and dripping hair made her gasp for air.

No wonder all these girls are in love with him!

Suddenly, she felt like jumping on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, tearing off that towel…

Torrie, stop it! I have to get my mind out of the gutter! Don't forget who this is!

Thankfully, he had been looking the other direction the whole time. Torrie didn't know what she would do if he actually realized that she had been gawking at him. Giving him one last up and down, she painfully forced her eyes off him, and managed to form a sentence.

"Kane said he wants your title…" She then turned back to unpacking. She needed a distraction before her eyes wondered back to his body again…

"That's what they all say." He chuckled, "Next time you two talk, tell him I'll be waiting."

"What! You think I'm gonna go talk to him! Did you see what he did to my shoulder?" Torrie suddenly wished she could take back her words, she didn't want the subject to go back to her injury. But it was too late.

"Of course I saw. That thing's nasty! Get it cleaned up." Once again, his tone remained flat. Torrie wanted to slap herself, how could she have been turned on by such a jerk!

Before she could bight back, John started walking towards her. And once again, Torrie found herself lusting after him. He stopped only a few inches a way from her, their bodies slightly touching. They're eyes met, and Torrie was sure the room got hotter. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even to her. She felt his hot breath on her face, and slowly, his put his lips against hers, teasing her. Torrie close her eyes, and felt her heart race. Any second, she would receive the kiss of her life.

"You know what…" He whispered, "I think I just might take that couch…"

John pulled back immediately, a cocky smile forming his face. Torrie's eyes shot open. She couldn't believe it. He tricked her! He knew he she wanted to kiss him…and he took advantage of that, only to embarrass her! He left the room, and Torrie was sure she could hear him laughing. For the next few minutes, she stood frozen in place, her cheeks flushed. Not only had John Cena just fooled her, he had also hurt her, when she was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he was different…

That asswhole! I gave him a chance…and he blew it! He can go to hell before I give him another one…

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