Chapter 4
After managing to pry herself away from John, Caralyn made her way down the hall toward the cafeteria, just needing some space from him. They'd made out for the past three hours and her lips were chapped, which made Caralyn smirk. The man could definitely kiss, there was no use denying it, though that still didn't stop her from feeling guilty about Randy. Hell the man was married, why should she feel guilty about anything she did with her boyfriend?
Caralyn smiled at the sight of her good friend, Sheila Runes, who was currently dating Ted DiBiase JR. Sheila was one of the hair dressers for the WWE, though she also helped with makeup whenever they had a live show on television. Everyone had to look their absolute best and Sheila enjoyed making that happen, even though she was quite the beauty herself. Sheila stood at five foot nine and had the most beautiful violet colored eyes, which weren't contacts like everyone thought. She had waist length brunette hair that was streaked with blonde, having it up currently in two chopsticks to keep it out of her way.
Currently, Ted had Sheila pinned against the wall in a heated kiss, her long legs wrapped around his muscular waist, his hands running up and down her sides. Sheila wore a simple form fitting red shirt with skinny blue jeans, which she knew drove Ted absolutely crazy. Caralyn knew the woman enjoyed screwing with him every chance she got, but that was Sheila's charm.
Ted growled hungrily, completely oblivious to the company behind them, and delved his tongue inside the warm recesses of Sheila's mouth, tasting her. They'd been dating for about six months and he knew he loved this woman unconditionally because he could never stop thinking about her. Those violet eyes haunted his thoughts and dreams day and night, it was almost as if she'd put a spell on him.
She already knew she was in love with him, though Sheila was having a hard time saying those three simple words. She didn't want to scare Ted away, which is why she refused to say it until he said it first. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy his attacks, which currently she was thoroughly savoring, not able to get enough of him. Their tongues dueled together, battling each other, even though they both reached maximum heat because Sheila could feel it building between her thighs. If he didn't watch it, she would be going to his dressing room and demanding Ted to put the fire out that he started.
Her fingers delved in his short blonde hair, gripping it tightly as the kiss grew more heated, both of them completely lost in each other. That was until a throat cleared behind them, the kiss reluctantly breaking. Sheila instantly turned four shades of red at the sight of her best friend and buried her face in Ted's neck; he simply couldn't stop laughing at her.
"Shut up, that's not funny." Sheila grumbled, smacking him on the arm lightly, and that just made him laugh harder.
"You both looked like you were ready to maul each other in the hallway." Caralyn smirked when Sheila blushed even more, giggling uncontrollably. "I figured I'd better say something before you ended up ripping each other's clothes off."
"CARALYN!" Sheila gaped, not believing her friend just said that, and turned nearly purple with embarrassment. "Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that!"
Caralyn didn't look the least bit fazed, tilting her head slightly when Ted couldn't stop laughing. "I was about ready to walk over and ask what it tastes like because of how far your tongues were shoved down each other's throats." She said sweetly and Sheila groaned, Ted slowly lowering her to her feet.
"Have I told you to kiss my ass lately?" Sheila demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest, though she couldn't stop smiling when Ted wrapped his arms around her.
"At least three times a day." Caralyn replied, her teal eyes flashing wickedly. "And no, I don't kiss anyone's ass, not even my best friend's." Randy was her best friend as far as a man went, but Sheila was like a sister to Caralyn, both of them having started in the company together.
Sheila rolled her eyes and broke away from Ted, walking over as the girls embraced briefly. "You're such a bitch." She grumbled, causing Caralyn to grin with pride.
"Of course I am, wench. You didn't just figure that out, did you?"
Sheila laughed and sighed when Ted pulled her into his arms, softly kissing her. "I have to go work out, Shel. Meeting in my room later?" He asked hopefully, running his finger lightly down her cheek, his eyes devouring her whole. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh you will eh?" Sheila tapped her chin in thought, pretending to contemplate it. "How exactly?"
Ted chuckled, his voice dropping an octave. "Well first I'd kiss your lips." He did. "Then I'd slowly travel down your neck…" He could feel her breaking out in shivers as she began melting against him, his huge strong hands running slowly down her sides while caressing her neck with his soft lips. "To your throat…" He rumbled, feeling her head tilt back and smirked, deciding torturing her was simply too much fun. "Then I'd slowly make my way down-"
"Okay that's QUITE enough." Caralyn interrupted, pulling a heated Sheila away from Ted, shaking her head. "If you do anymore, she's going to light on fire and you won't get to your workout. You've already put on a show, now get moving." She ordered, jamming her thumb behind her shoulder in a signal it was time for him to go so Sheila could cool down.
Sheila stopped Ted before he could walk away and cupped his face, bringing his lips down to crash against hers in a heated, soul searing kiss, leaving both of them craving more. "I'll be there." She promised, rubbing her nose against his and laughed when Caralyn groaned from behind, already yanking her away from Ted again.
"I look forward to it." He chuckled and winked before walking down the hallway, leaving the girls alone to have their gossip.
"I swear, you two are going to be the death of each other." Caralyn stated, already walking down the hallway with Sheila, shaking her head.
"Yeah what a way to go though!" Sheila enthusiastically pointed out, still incredibly flushed from what Ted had done to her only minutes ago.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom and have a moment or are you okay?"
"Shut up, you make it sound like you've never sucked face with Cena in the hallway." Sheila defended, folding her arms in front of her chest, the roses in her cheeks fully bloomed.
The smile on Caralyn's face suddenly faltered and a frown replaced it, causing Sheila to stop, turning her friend to face her. "Not lately we haven't." It was actually weird considering when Caralyn first started dating John, she couldn't get five minutes to herself without the man's hands all over her body. "I know he's been insanely busy though."
"Yeah, he's balancing doing movies and wrestling, the man is crazy." Sheila stated the obvious, though she could see something else in Caralyn's eyes that bothered her. "Let's go outside and talk for a few minutes."
"Don't you have to get back to work?" Caralyn asked, her voice solemn at the thought of John distancing himself from her lately, not to mention her battling feelings involving Randy.
Sheila smiled softly and wrapped a comforting arm around her best friend's shoulders, shaking her head. "I always have time for you and the show doesn't start for several more hours. I'm bored, entertain me!" She mock pleaded, both girls sharing a laugh, though Caralyn's was less fervent.
They arrived outside and sat on one of the equipment trunks, one of their favorite places to go so they could have their time alone. Caralyn stared down at her lap, clasping her hands together, while Sheila sat there waiting patiently for her talk. They came here when they wanted nobody else eavesdropping on their conversations. Caralyn knew she could trust Sheila with anything, including her true feelings, which is why she never kept anything from the woman.
"Come on honey, it can't be that bad." Sheila coaxed when Caralyn still didn't talk, taking her, trying to comfort her. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know I won't tell a soul."
"I know that." Caralyn's voice was quiet, low, distant.
The truth was Caralyn had no idea where to start as far as telling Sheila about her feelings regarding Randy. She'd done her best to bury them, but ever since Randy spilled to her that he was divorcing Samantha earlier that day, something snapped inside of her. It was almost like those were the words that opened the Randy file in her mind and now she couldn't close it, no matter how hard she tried.
"What's going on, Car?" Sheila asked softly, eyebrows furrowing when her friend looked even sadder than before, if that was possible. "Please, you're killing me here."
Taking a deep shaky breath, Caralyn slowly looked up from her lap and looked over at Sheila, tears burning in her teal eyes. "I'm in love with Randy." She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment and buried her face in her hands, beginning to cry.
Sheila sat there in complete shock, not believing what Caralyn just said, and blinked several times while Caralyn cried her heart out. "I…Uhhh…Come again?" She couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment, wanting to make sure she'd heard Caralyn correctly. "Is it a figment of my imagination or did you just say you were in love with Randy?"
"I am." Caralyn sniffled, wiping her tears away and felt like the biggest piece of garbage on the planet. "I don't understand it either. I mean…God I've been with John for how long now? I mean granted we've had space lately, but…what the fuck is wrong with me, Lia?"
Honestly, Sheila had no unearthly clue what to say to Caralyn, still in shock by what she just revealed. "How long have you felt this way about Randy?" She finally asked, taking the chopsticks out of her hair as it cascaded down her back in blondish brunette waves.
"Honestly?" When Sheila nodded, Caralyn knew she was going to hate herself for this later, but had to get her feelings out. "Since before his marriage to Samantha." That name left a bad taste in her mouth, though Caralyn ignored it. "I'm a bad person, I shouldn't be in love with a man that isn't available! More importantly, I have a man already!"
"So let me see if I got this straight," Sheila paused, after several minutes of silence between them. "You were in love with a man you watched get married and stood up in his wedding?" When Caralyn nodded sadly, Sheila immediately pulled her into her arms, hugging her best friend close. "God Car, I had NO idea. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because it was pointless at the time. He was married and happy with her, I didn't want to ruin his happiness over my stupid feelings." She sniffled more, wiping more tears away and smiled watery when Sheila procured a tissue from her pocket. "He told me today at breakfast that him and Samantha are getting a divorce. And all those feelings that I'd tried shutting out are suddenly rushing back and I can't stop them, but I know I have to."
Sheila sighed heavily, knowing Caralyn made several good points, but she was a firm believer in following her heart. "You can't ignore what you truly feel, Car." She said truthfully, running her hand up and down the woman's back, trying to calm her down. "No matter how hard it may be, eventually it will eat you inside and out." She slowly pulled back, staring into those tear filled teal eyes, frowning. "Do you love John?"
"Yes."
"Are you in love with John?"
Caralyn opened her mouth to say yes, but the tears started flowing even harder, giving Sheila her silent answer. She loved John so much, but being in love with him was a completely different story. So many times she tried to make herself fall in love with him, to give herself completely, but Randy had already lurked in the far recesses of her mind.
When she should've been dreaming of John, instead Randy was there, making sweet passionate love to her and telling her he loved her. He'd said he loved her before, but it was only as friends and Caralyn wondered just how much longer she could put up with this charade before finally spilling her true feelings. It would only be a matter of time unless Caralyn did something drastic, which she'd given serious contemplation to quitting just so she could distance herself from Randy.
"I don't know what to do." Caralyn whispered in defeat, lowering her head again and tried to stop crying. "This isn't fair to John…"
"Stop thinking about everyone else." Sheila ordered, suddenly grabbing Caralyn by her shoulders, their eyes locking. "What do YOU want, Car?"
Caralyn sighed heavily, chewing her bottom lip in thought. "I want to be happy." That was the truth of everything, the one thing she'd neglected herself for so many years, even though John did make her happy, though not completely. "I just want to feel complete."
"Then make it happen, no matter the cost." The passion and fire in Sheila's voice caused Caralyn to smile softly, blessed to have such a great friend in her life.
"I want to try making things work with John." That was also the truth, even though Caralyn was in love with Randy. "He wants to have dinner with me tonight, says he has something to talk to me about. He sounded serious."
"John serious?" Sheila didn't believe that for a second because she fully believed there wasn't a serious bone in the man's body. "That's not like him, everything okay between you two?"
"Well…we've been distant lately, but…I don't know. I just don't know anymore, Lia. I'm so tired of feeling like my world is falling apart. I just want it to stop you know?" When Sheila nodded, Caralyn cracked a small smile, silently thanking her for being on her side. "I meant what I said though, I want to make things work with John…unless he's planning on ending things."
Sheila blinked, wondering if that's what John wanted to talk about at dinner, frowning. "Do you think he does?" She asked almost hesitantly, watching as Caralyn shrugged her shoulders, honestly not having a clue. "I doubt he would take you out to dinner to tell you he wanted to end things, Car. John isn't like that, I don't think…" Honestly, Sheila had no idea who John was because the man had hardly spent time around her, always busy or being distracted.
"It's half and half really." Caralyn said openly, wrapping her arms around herself and stared up at the starry night sky as the sun began setting on the horizon. "If he does, then it wasn't meant to be obviously. It'll hurt, but not as much as if it was Randy." Caralyn hopped off of the equipment trunk and walked back inside the arena, leaving Sheila sitting there in bewilderment.