Here it is! An update! You don't know how inspired I was with the last reviews. ;)
So this is the first chapter with John's sort-of point of view. I was actuallly planning to have it all in Svetlana's point of view but I felt John needed to be heard. He's pretty conflicted. I hope you guys bear with him. He is a man after all.
ENJOY GUYS!
Love, Marchesa.
John Cena had done a pretty good job at screwing his life up.
First, he met the woman of his dreams. Then, he hooked up with her that night – and a couple hundred nights after that. Captivating as she was, he began noticing some weird things about her, like how her hair was almost the exact same color of gold, how her eyes sparkled whenever she saw him. It stirred strange feelings inside of him but he finally had to admit to himself that he had fallen for her – hard.
But he conveniently left out the part where he was also keeping another secret girlfriend.
He met Dionne Vladavitch six months before he and Svetlana shared that memorable night. She was less high profile than Svetlana was, but she was still recognizable as one of the industry's most successful young directors. They had met at a Make A Wish event and she had taken his attention with her easy smile and charming personality. After a few dates, it was clear that they were compatible in every way but they decided to keep their relationship on a down low until they were finally sure of each other.
They were both so perfect for him, but both in their own way. It was impossible to choose.
But you have, asshole. Haven't you proposed to Dionne? That was it. That was your choice.
Strangely, Svetlana's beautiful, panting, naked body was so vividly flashed in his head that he almost had a boner right then and there. He ran a hand through his hair. He had finally admitted to her that he loved her and every word of it was true. But why had he done it mere hours after he had proposed to Dionne?
Maybe it was because he knew that he could never have the same passion for Dionne than he does for Svetlana. Without even saying a word, she could make him feel things that he never had with Dionne. But he loved Dionne too. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her; sweet and fragile as she was and he knew by the look in her eyes whenever they met, that she loved him more deeply than he ever could. So knowing he couldn't give her his love, he would give her his life and commitment instead.
And in the process, ripping your heart out, right? Right. He shook his head, more confused than ever.
The problem was, how in the world was he going to explain this to Svetlana without her cursing him into the pits of hell? Just thinking about hit almost made him wet his pants, which was not a good idea at all because the house shows would be beginning in less than an hour. He considered keeping it from her but it would be pretty suspicious when he showed up in their next hotel room with a ring on his finger and she would hate him all the more knowing he was deceiving her. And so he considered telling her straight up, but he couldn't stand the thought of Svetlana leaving him, much more leaving him.
But he had one last option, but it made him sick to even consider it. Would she really be his mistress if he asked her to? He knew Svetlana didn't deserve it, but there was no other way he could keep her but still keep their relationship a secret. If only she would agree...
"Damn, what a mess you are," John said to the ceiling of his locker room, feeling defeated. Of course she wouldn't. And what kind of a man would he be if he actually asked that of her?
"A conniving asshole is what you would be," he told himself.
"So it took you this long to find out?"
He jolted upright. Stooping under the frame of his doorway was his best friend, Randy Orton, wearing a smirk on his face. John rolled his eyes and threw an ice-pack in his direction.
Randy caught it easily. "Easy, man. I still have a promo in a few minutes," he joked but immediately noticed the sullen look on John's face. "Woah, so something's really wrong, huh?"
John snorted. "You think?"
Randy crossed the room to take a seat beside him. "I know what this is about. You and Diane fought, right? It happens, dude. Sam and I have them all the time. But if you're meant to be together, then you'll always find a way to push through."
"Dionne and I have no problem at all." Not exactly.
"Oh." Randy sighed. "So what's all the moping about? If anything, I should be the one moping. You've been very coy with me, John Cena. You've been dating for a year and I know nothing about it? It took me a few days to believe you were actually getting married. What's the deal?"
John knew this was coming. When he and Dionne agreed to keep their relationship on the down-low, they had been serious. Too serious, in fact, that they never even told their closest friends or family. All their friends were high-profile, anyway, so it would be pretty risky to be telling them about their little affair. They had already agreed to bring them to John's Christmas Dinner so they could all get together.
"I don't know, man. I guess we just wanted to keep this thing for ourselves. But I promise you'll get to meet her. She's just..." John closed his eyes, trying to imagine Dionne's caring smile and her effortless laugh, but instead, he could see Svetlana with her hair whipping behind her, running to hug him.
"Extraordinary." He opened his eyes and the vision was shattered. He banged his head on his silver locker. God, he was messed up.
Randy chuckled. "You're disgustingly in love. But I'm happy for you. It's about time you settled down."
John forced a smile.
"I just stopped by to congratulate you because I don't think I'll have much time later. I have a flight right after the show too." He stood on his seat and clapped him on the back.
"My place on Christmas, a'ight?" John said before Randy could walk out.
"I'll be there, bro."
After Randy left, John banged his head on the locker again.
He had a lot of explaining to do.
