Chapter Two

Feeling Like a Man-Whore

John thought about when he first got to meet Aiden. He had been asking Stephanie McMahon about her flaming hot friend for two months.

"John, Aiden is out of your league," the McMahon heiress said with a huff.

He had cornered her in her personal dressing room in the Orlando Arena. "Come on, Steph, you know that ain't true."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily as she thought about her words. She shrugged her shoulders, deciding to just say it. "You are a man-whore, fucking anything with a hole. Aiden is completely off limits."

"Because her dad would remove my testicles if my 'lil Cena found it's way to her...hole." John was so damned sick of hearing about it.

"No, she is off limits." She gave him a weird look.

John, of course, didn't get it. "Meaning?"

She growled softly in agitation. "She's...how do I say this...innocent." Again, she gave him another weird look.

It took a second for him to understand what that meant. "Holy shit, she's a twenty-one year old virgin!"

"Shut-up, John," she hissed at him.

He couldn't help but to be shocked. That knowledge made his day. His whole freaking life! It only added to the millions of fantasias he had of her naked beneath him or over him. "Can't help it," he said with a shrug. "I am a man."

"Exactly," Stephanie said while pointing a manicured finger at him. "That's why she is off limits."

That may have been true, but John loved a challenge. And Aiden was going to be the challenge of his life. "What ever!"

"Look, she'll be here today to join Randy Orton's group. I would recommended you staying away from her."

But, John wasn't one for listening. He spent the next few hours looking for her, finally finding her in a room to herself.

She was dressed in a sky blue strappy dress with a sexy slit that reached high on her thigh. Her black hair waved around her lovely face. She remained him of Snow White.

"Can I help you," she asked in the sexiest southern accent he had ever heard.

"I'm John Cena," he said, mentally shaking himself. It wouldn't do any good if he stared at the subtle curve of her breast that peaked out of the small v-neck dress.

"I'm Aiden Poffo." Her warm smile awakened something in him. It wasn't lust but stronger. He couldn't name it. It was like he just didn't want to have naked, but to her walk by his side.

That floored him.

"Nice to meet you, Aiden." He hurried away quickly.

He had to force himself not to run down the hall away from her. He was too perplexed about his feelings, that the small Italian caused in him, to pay attention to where he was going. With an audible "uff", he collided with Jeff Hardy.

"Dude, what's up?" Jeff asked in his thick southern drawl.

John contemplated on rather to say anything to the North Carolina native. Jeff was known for giving good advice, but not when it came to relationship knowledge. But, John had to talk to someone, and Jeff was there.

John decided to just make it simple. "Aiden Poffo."

Jeff nodded as if he understood what the current Heavy Weight Champ meant. "You know, women are interesting creatures. They have this way of turning men into complete mush with just a smile. But, also, have a way of over looking a man's faults and change them for the better."

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John didn't really understand what the young Hardy meant at the time, but he understood later.

Aiden had changed him for the better. She had calmed him down, in a way. Made him relax and be a one woman man, something that no one thought would happen.

She had also awaken him into the amazing world of love. True love. Love that you only read about in books.

"Stephanie's on her way," Jesse said as she entered the room. Her pretty face showed the few tears that she had shed.

John could only nod at her.

"She'll be fine, John," Jesse said as she walked over to him.

"Why does everyone keep fucking saying that?" Standing up, he glared at everyone. "No one knows if she'll be fine. For all we know, she could be dead right now, and the doctors are just trying to figure out a way to tell us." A new batch of tears flooded his face.

"John, you stop that shit right now," his father growled. "Aiden will be fine."

"How do you know? How do any of you know?" John heard that harsh tone in his voice, but he didn't care. He was so sick and tired of hearing everyone saying the word fine.

"John," Jesse said softly before wrapping her arms around his neck in a gentle hug. "She told me one time that you are the reason why her heart continued to beat everyday. That you where her very breath." Her whispered words made him hope. "She said she would never leave you."

He laid his head on top of Jesse's light brown hair and wept.

God! Please! I know I've not been a perfect person. And I know that I have no reason to ask you of anything, but please save her! You made her just for me and I can't live without her.

Please!

I would trade anything for her. Everything for her. Just tell me what you want, and I will give it!

Save her, Lord, please!

Amen.

That was the first time he had prayed in years. He wasn't even sure if he had done it right.

All he could hope was that God got and understood his request and save the only person he had ever really loved.

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"I am nervous as hell, Steph." John heard Aiden say to the WWE heiress as he rounded the corner.

"You'll be fine," Stephanie said before she saw him. "John, tell her she'll be fine."

"You'll be fine and are fine." He couldn't help but flirt. The girl was just too hot for words.

Aiden rolled her eyes but thanked him anyway.

"What? You don't believe me?" He faked a wounded look with his famous smirk.

"I know all about you." She answered in that sexy voice of hers. "You're easy and sleep with any woman who will have you."

He winked at her. "What can I say? Women love me. And, I am a man."

"You just have no self control." She folded her pale arms over her chest. "That means you are a boy, because a man can control any and all urges his body has."

With that, she moved away from them.

"I told you, John." Stephanie gave him a haughty look. "Out of your league."

"What did you say to her?" He felt anger rage through him.

"Nothing," she said as she put her hands up in mock surrender. "I just told her that you thought she was hot. She searched the web for you and saw your Howard Stern interview. You dug your own damn grave."

She was right. John knew that, but he couldn't help be frustrated.

He was a man, damn it! He couldn't help it if women asked to have sex with him and he never refused them.

He was never going to say no to a piece of ass. But, hell, that small woman made him feel low for bending to his manly urges.

She made him feel like a whore.

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He laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at," Jesse asked as she pulled back from him, eyeing him warily.

"About how Aiden made me feel like a ho when we first met."

Jesse gave him a sad smile. "She told me that you were a man-whore who needed to keep it in your pants before it turned black and fell off."

He snorted. That sounded very much like his fiery wife.

Sobering, he felt the sorrow grip him again. "She has changed me so much for the better. I can't loose her now."

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Alright everyone, here are the clues...

Gruff Voice

Respected in the locker room

Italian

Last name Poffo

I have had one guess of the Taker. Really good guess, a really good guess, but not the Taker. Hehehe I think now everyone should be able to guess who her dad is. The first one to e-mail me gets to be in the fiction.

GOOD LUCK AND THANKS FOR READING!!!