Three Months Later-November 2010
'You've reached John Cena. Sorry I can't answer right now…'
I sighed as I ended another call. He hadn't answered his phone all day. Either that or he hadn't answered any of my calls all day. I sighed as I quick scanned my living room. I spent the whole day cleaning so tomorrow I wouldn't have to worry about anything when John flew in.
Well, besides the worry about whether he would actually see me this time or not.
When I left three months ago, I didn't get a call from him. I waited for weeks to hear something from him. But he didn't call, text, or send anything. I finally got a hold him a month afterward and he didn't sound too thrilled to talk to me. I wouldn't be either since I left without any real notice. I bent down to pick up a leaf I dragged in from outside when I noticed the necklace I was wearing dangling from my neck.
The necklace, that man…he was the reason why I had to leave.
I knew another day around John and the truth would have come out. I had to separate myself from the situation. Spending time away from John helped me clear my mind. I loved him too much to chance ruining what we have. And not talking to Randy really helped me resist running back to him.
But it didn't help with getting him off my mind.
As much as I hated him and what he sucked me into, I couldn't help but miss him. I had something completely different with him then what I had with John. At first, it was purely physical. Randy wanted some while he was on the road, and I just wanted him. But feelings started to get involved and things got complicated. Leaving him at night got harder and we fought more about my leaving. Then he wanted to meet more often and that's when meeting outside of the business started. We both started to get attatched when we shouldn't have.
Then there was the constant texting, calling, e-mailing when I didn't answer. Each day that passed I could feel him grow more desperate. But one of us had to be strong in order to end our "relationship." Every time I missed an opportunity to go to a taping or a pay-per-view, voicemails would flood my inbox. After a while, I stopped listening and started to delete his messages. It got to a point where hearing his voice made me want to pack up my things and meet him anywhere.
But I couldn't worry about that. I had to worry about John. I wish I could just talk to him and tell him I was sorry for leaving and that I still wanted to be together. Before my thoughts could go on, my phone rang. I jumped for it as soon as the words 'John Cena-mobile' flashed on the screen.
"Hello?" I answered, more excited then normal.
"Hey, I saw you called. Sorry I missed it. I was at the gym." He answered.
"Oh don't worry about it. I wasn't worried about it." I told him.
"Yes, because missing ten calls from you isn't you 'worrying' about it?" He said with a laugh.
"Well…worried isn't the right word." I replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Anyway, what did you call for?" He asked.
"Are you flying in tomorrow?" I asked. I didn't have to asked since I knew his whole schedule, but I felt it was natural to.
"Yeah, I come in around three. I leave on Friday so I only get two days there." He told me.
"Because Survivor Series is Sunday?" I asked.
"Yeah. And I hope I don't leave alone…" John trailed off.
I smiled, knowing everything was going to be okay. He wanted me to come with him! I heard a knock on the door, but waited to open it.
"Only if you spend one of your days here with me." I told him.
"Oh, that just might kill me!" John joked.
"If it does I don't have to go to Survivor Series with you…" I said, hearing a bang on the door this time.
"I'm kidding. I'll stop in as soon as I get in okay? Then we can talk." John said in a more serious tone.
"Okay but I gotta go. Someone is knocking on my door." I said, walking toward the door.
When I opened it, I almost dropped my phone. I could hear John talking on the other end, but I wasn't paying attention. My focus was on the man in front of me.
"Does that sound okay?" John asked.
"Yeah, sure. I gotta go, see you tomorrow." I said slowly, ending the call.
I let my arm fall to the side as I watched a smile slowly appear on his face. He was tanner than when I last saw him, but definitely more toned. His black 'Affliction' shirt fit him well with his dark blue jeans.
"Randy." Was the only thing I could say.
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"Miss me much?" Randy asked.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, not answering his question.
"Well, someone has been ignoring me, so I decided to pay them a visit." Randy replied.
"Do you know how dangerous this is? John could have been here!" I scolded.
"But he's not, because I know he doesn't leave till tomorrow. You aren't the only one who knows his schedule." Randy said with a smile.
I could feel myself starting to give in. His blue eyes drew me in and his scent invited me to move closer. Instead, I stepped back and closed the door a little bit to separate myself from him.
"You need to go." I ordered.
"Do you really want me to go?" Randy asked.
"It's a matter of need over want right now." I told him.
"Well, I'll just let myself in." Randy said, walking into my house.
I closed the door behind him and locked both locks. He set his black duffel bag in the entry way and scanned the room. Then he turned around to face me and smiled.
"There's one more room I need to see." He told me.
"Consider this the only room you will see, because you need to leave." I said.
"Hmmm…nice necklace. Do you wear it often?" Randy asked.
"Will you stop talking and just leave?" I demanded.
"You must really like this necklace…it's gotta mean something to you." Randy said, moving closer to me.
I stood frozen in my place. I hoped that he would walk past me and out the door. Instead, he stood in front of me as he held the key pendant in his hand.
"I need you, Adriana." Randy told me.
"You need to leave." I repeated.
Randy swung around me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He lowered his head and started to place kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes as my arms rested over his. I thought I could be strong and resist him. But by this time, we both knew that he had me. He kissed the side of my mouth before whispering to me.
"Let's go upstairs so you can get ready." He whispered.
Instantly I took his hand and brought him to my room. The whole time up the stairs I wasn't thinking about John. I wasn't thinking about getting caught or how horrible I would feel afterward. My only thought was Randy, and how much I needed to be in his arms again.
The game was paused, but I had just begun to play again.
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Looks like she couldn't resist Randy for too long…then again, who can? If you couldn't resist, review. Even if you could, you should review anyways.
Next chapter: Later that night, Randy and Adriana talk about why she ignored him. During the talk, Adriana is interrupted by an early arrival by John. How will she handle getting Randy out without getting caught? Keep reading!
