Chapter 4
Jay and Lita had decided not to look for the missing blond Canadians, the two returning to their honeymoon suite instead. After a couple of phone calls to the receptionist, the redhead was informed that the hotel was now fully booked and they were unable to change back to the original rooms. This of course meant she was stuck with her new husband for the rest of their stay in Las Vegas. Fortunately for her it was only for two days but that was still far too long in Lita's opinion.
"Looks like I'm stuck with you for the duration. The hotel is fully booked," Lita stated as she joined the Canadian on the couch.
Jay made a face, "Just my luck."
Lita scowled, "More like just my luck."
"Do you like confrontation or something?"
"No, what makes you say that?" Lita asked.
"Because you seem to want to start an argument at every opportunity. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not having the best day of my life and I'm really not in the mood for dealing with you and your childish behaviour."
"Childish behaviour? You've got a nerve. I don't have to stay here and take shit from you. In fact, I'm out of here."
Jay rolled his eyes, "Where are you going to? You said yourself, the hotel's fully booked."
Hazel eyes locked with blue, "Oh Jay, I never knew you cared."
He shrugged, "I don't. I just don't want you turning up in the middle of night and disrupting my sleeping time."
"Oh get over yourself. You sleep like the dead. It took me ages to wake you up earlier."
"I've always been a heavy sleeper." He smirked, "I don't recall you complaining last night."
"I was too wasted to care last night and stop smirking at me. It makes me want to throw up."
He smirked again.
Without second thought, she flipped him off; Jay arching an eyebrow at her.
"You claim to hate me and yet you want to--"
"Just shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Jay held up a hand to his ear, "You might want to call the front desk again, Mrs. Reso. There seems to be an echo in here."
A muscle in the diva's face twitched. "If it weren't for the fact that I could possibly get arrested, I would kill you."
Knowing full well it would just piss her off even more ... The blond Canadian smirked one more time. "You wouldn't ... And you couldn't. Face the facts, you'd miss me too much."
Lita rolled her eyes at that, starting to say something when she changed her mind.
"If you're still intent on heading out of here--"
"I'm going to see if I can find a computer with internet access."
"For a web cam?"
"To look up the annulment process."
Jay frowned, "Do you want me to come with you?"
"So we can have another argument? No thank you."
"Whatever. You're probably right. Will you be coming back? I was thinking about ordering some room service a bit later."
"I can't believe I'm going to say this but okay. I'll need to let you know what we need to do to get an annulment anyways."
Jay stood up, "Right, I'll see you later then. I'm going to take a quick nap before dinner."
"Okay. I'll be back. I better take a key. Bye." She rose from the couch, grabbing a key card from the table near the door.
Jay didn't reply, heading towards the bedroom instead.
* * * * *
Lita didn't returned until some two hours later, when she opened the door to the suite, she half expected to see her husband lying on the couch. Only he wasn't. The diva frowned, shutting the door behind her. She tossed the key card back onto the table and walked towards the bedroom. Surely he must be in there but once again she drew a blank.
'Where the hell is he? … Maybe he's gone out?' She frowned again. She was about to return to the main room when she heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Without thinking Lita opened the door coming face to face with a very naked Jay.
"Don't you knock?"
"I … um … I"
He placed his hand on his hips, not bothering to cover himself with his towel, "Are you liking was you see here, Lita? Only to seem to have lost the ability to form whole sentences."
Lita frowned, "In your dreams Mr. Reso."
"No, no … In your dreams Mrs. Reso."
The redhead rolled her eyes, "Oh please … get over yourself. I'm going to wait outside until you make yourself decent."
He picked up the towel from the floor and wrapped it around his waist, "I'm decent unless you're going to find looking at my chest distracting?" He raised and lowered his eyebrows in quick succession and smirked at her again.
Unimpressed, Lita folded her arms across her chest, "I think I can manage that."
The Canadian shrugged, "Whatever, so what did you find out?"
Lita sighed, "Absolutely nothing."
"Eh?"
"Are you deaf? I found out nothing, zip, nada."
"But you've been gone for two hours. What the hell have you been doing?" he asked.
"First of all, I don't really care for your tone and secondly, I ran into Mickie and Randy in the lobby. They insisted I had coffee with them so I never made it to the computer," Lita explained.
"But getting coffee doesn't take two hours," Jay argued.
"And if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous," the diva countered.
"Of Orton? Are you kidding me?"
"If I'd known you were going to be like this, I would have stayed out longer. You're starting to give me a headache. Wait, what am I saying? You're always like this … I should have known better than to expect a civilised conversation."
"What is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know I can be very civilised."
"Whatever."
"I'll prove it to you," Jay spoke just as Lita was opening her mouth. "Why don't you just sit down, relax a little bit. I'm going to order our dinner now. And just you wait."
As they walked into the main room, Lita arched an eyebrow, an amused smirk on her face as she did in fact take a seat, the remote in her hand while Jay picked up the phone to call for room service ... A smug look on the Canadian's face as he turned towards her.
"You ordered for me, just going on the assumption that I would actually eat it?"
"Correction, I ordered from the chef's specialties. Only the best that the hotel has to offer."
Lita snorted, "Well still, Reso. You shouldn't assume. It only makes an ass out of you and me. Or at least you, in this case."
"Once again you underestimate me. We used to be friends remember? I know what you like to eat and what you don't."
"People changed."
He smirked at her, "Not you."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Bastard!"
"Who …" Jay stopped himself from completing the word. "Nevermind."
The redhead frowned, "I'm going to get changed before the food arrives."
"Okay."
Lita got up from the couch and went back into the bedroom, sighing as she walked passed the while dress which was still lying on the floor. "That has got to go." She opened her suitcase, quickly pulling out a roll of black garbage sacks that she always carried with her. Without a second thought she stuffed the dress along with her husband's wedding attire into the sack. She turned on her heels and went back into the main room. "I'm going to get rid of this, I'll be back before the room service gets here."
"What's in the sack?"
"My dress … your tux."
"You mean you don't want to keep the dress?"
Lita sent him an incredulous look, "Are you kidding me? Why would I want to keep a dress when I don't even remember the wedding, can't stand the person I got married to and--"
"You know what, forget I even said anything." Jay kept his focus straight ahead, "If the room service gets here before you get back, I'll wait."
"Okay."
Once she was in the hallway, Lita blinked ... Pausing in her tracks for a moment, debating if maybe she should keep the items. Really it wouldn't be for true sentimental value, but, she could've sworn she heard a touch of hurt in Jay's voice ...
"Who am I kidding," The redhead spoke aloud, "Me hurt him? Not in a million years."
Her mind made up, the diva made her way downstairs; heading straight to the reception desk to drop off the bag and to give them instructions for immediate disposal ... Lita heading back upstairs without a second thought. Sure enough, she had gotten back just as the room service cart was leaving ... Jay waiting for her as he had stated ... The pair selecting their food in silence before taking a seat ...
"Well this looks good," Lita commented as she seated herself at the small table in the room. "Aren't you going to sit down?"
"I am sitting down," Jay motioned to the couch, "And I'm watching this, so I'm just going to sit over here."
"Suit yourself then."
The meal was eaten in silence, Lita was almost tempted to tell him how good it tasted just to break the silence but decided against it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Jay stood, "I'm going to bed."
Lita looked up from her plate, "But you haven't even finished your food yet."
"Lost my appetite."
"Oh my god … I think hell just froze over."
He cracked the smallest of smile, "I'm not that bad."
"Oh please, you're worse than Cena when it comes to food. Okay, so maybe you're not that bad."
"Nobody's that bad. But I'm going to go to bed, I'm still feeling a little off. Are you coming?"
"Me coming to bed with you? Are you serious?"
"Well considering there's only one bed and technically, you are my wife."
"Only until we get the annulment."
Jay opened his mouth, words just on the tip of his tongue before he thought against it ... Lita truly surprised to see the very brief hint of hurt in his blue eyes. But, with their conversations going the way they did, she kept her comments to herself.
The pair approaching the bed cautiously, then waiting for the other to make some sort of movement. Eventually, Lita had laid down first, making sure there would be at least one layer of bed sheet between them before Jay got in the bed ... The two newlyweds leaving a large expanse of mattress space between them.
"Goodnight," Jay mumbled.
"Yeah, night."
The next morning, Lita awoke, finding her head resting on Jay's chest but not only that, his arms were wrapped tightly around her as if he was trying to protect her. The redhead frowned, trying to free herself without waking. Unfortunately for her, he did wake up.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. I just woke up. Can you let me go now?"
"Eh?"
"Get your hands off me you bastard."
Jay snorted, "I think you'll find you're the one on top, bitch. So you get off me."
"Gladly, if you let ... go ... of ... me!"