Chapter 8

"Calm down love, I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for this…" Laura stated, trying to calm Carsyn down over the phone while her daughter tugged at her skirt, wanting juice. "Hold on one second, darling."

"Wuicy!" Whitney crowed, holding her empty plastic cup up, waving it at her mother adorably.

"I can't believe this!" Carsyn snapped, sitting down and putting her head in her hands, the tears falling freely down her cheeks while her body shook. To think her own husband thought she was cheating was something Carsyn couldn't fathom. "How could he even THINK I'd do something like that?"

Laura sighed, nodding silently at Whitney, and walked over as she pulled the mini fridge open and slid a juice box out of it. She pulled the straw off of the container and stuck it in before giving it to her daughter, ushering her to the living room part of the suite. Chris was at a signing so she was free to do as she wished until later on that night. Laura rarely got any time to spend with her daughter so when she did, it was a treat.

"I don't know." She didn't know what else to say to the near hysterical woman on the other line, biting her bottom lip. "Did he say why he had these suspicions?"

Carsyn snorted and rolled her eyes, raking a hand through her hair. "No. He simply said and I quote, 'you're hanging out with that Cena kid an awful lot lately instead of your own husband. Are you fucking him?' Can you believe that? I didn't know what to say to him, Laura. I just stood there frozen solid and started crying…like I'm doing now." She explained her tone full of heart break and despair. She missed her husband more than anything and he wasn't helping matters by continuously pushing her away. "I don't know what to do anymore."

Her heart went out to Carsyn, especially with everything that had happened lately. First Tessa's untimely death and now her marriage was crumbling right before her eyes. Laura didn't know what she'd do if the roles were reversed. Then again, she wasn't married and had a three year old angel to look after with her life.

"Love, I really do not know what to tell you." Laura finally said after a few moments of silence, popping in 'Aristocats' for her daughter. Whitney was a huge Disney fan and the DVD had recently come out. Of course, Laura rushed out and got it as soon as she got paid, knowing Whitney would love it. Even she had to admit the movie was adorable. "I cannot fathom why Glen would go off the deep end like that though."

"Momma kitties!" Whitney crowed happily, clapping her hands with a bright smile on her face, her eyes lighting up like stars as the movie started.

Laura smiled at her, trying to focus on the conversation, but in all honesty all she wanted to do was spend time with her daughter.

Carsyn could sense Laura wanted to get off the phone and made the first gesture. "I'm going to the restaurant downstairs for a sundae. Have fun with Whitney." She then hung up, not waiting for a response, and wiped her tears away before gathering her things.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, Carsyn heard a faint ringing in the corner and raised an eyebrow. The theme was Glen's ring entrance and she sighed knowing he'd forgotten his cell phone again. She walked over and picked up his jeans he'd worn the previous night, coughing since they smelled of smoke, and held them out at arms length while fishing for his phone. When she got it out, Carsyn flipped it open and pressed the green button, wondering who was trying to get a hold of Glen.

"Hey Glen baby…" A low, seductive purr sounded through the other end, causing Carsyn's eyes to widen in shock as she dropped the phone instantly, tears rushing down her cheeks.

So the bastard was cheating on her? He had to be! That phone call wasn't just a regular one from the guys! Carsyn was beside herself as she practically ran down the hallway of the hotel, the tears not stopping. She didn't care how she looked, she was both pissed and heartbroken, her heart shattering over and over in her chest as the tiny shards fell down to the pit of her stomach.

The elevator took too long so Carsyn opted for the stairs, taking two at a time, and jumped down each flight, wanting to get to the restaurant before she ended up hurting herself. She was a huge alcoholic before meeting Glen and after several AA meetings, Carsyn learned to limit her intake. Granted, she loved a beer every now and then, but the hard liquor was calling to her in a sort of trance at the moment.

Finally arriving in the restaurant, Carsyn seen an empty booth and made a beeline for it, sliding inside and buried her head in her hands, gripping her hair between her fingers. How could he do this? How could he cheat on her? She never even THOUGHT of the possibility Glen would ever do something like that! Granted, he was hanging out with Mark and Steve a lot more lately, but Mark was a great friend and Steve was slowly growing on her. They would never let him do something that deceitful to her.

"Cars?" A voice sounded from behind, causing her to sigh as she closed her eyes, not even turning around. She knew who it was.

"Hey John."

A frown crossed his handsome face, blue eyes filling with concern as he walked over, sliding in the booth next to her. He blinked when she suddenly broke down, turning her head and wrapped her arms around his muscular body, burying her face in his chest. He could do nothing, but sit there and allow her to do this, wondering what the Hell happened.

"Shhh it's alright, Cars. It's alright sweetie." He crooned soothingly in her ear, knowing she needed comfort at the moment from something that was still a mystery to him. "Whatever it is we can talk about it. I'm here for you, you know that."

She could only nod and snuggled up further against him, needing his comfort and drank it completely in.

They didn't see the pair of narrow, slit hazel eyes watching the interaction or the individual stalking out of the hotel with clenched fists at their side.

~!~

"Hey Glen…" Steve trailed off, his greeting dying at the look in Glen's eyes, actually swallowing hard.

"Liquor. Now." Glen ordered, his voice deadly and low as he practically snatched Mark's bottle of Jack Daniels him and Steve were currently sharing, downing half of it in three large gulps.

"Whoa!" Steve gaped, blinking, wondering what the Hell had come over Glen. "Man, slow down before you- Never mind." He didn't like the glare Glen shot him and decided to let the man have whatever he wanted. Steve really didn't feel like beating his ass at the moment, especially when him and Mark were in a current drinking contest.

"Yer turn, Austin." Mark sneered with a smirk, raising an eyebrow, having just downed his fifth shot of Jack. They were seeing who would either pass out or throw up first. It was a guy thing.

Steve smirked as he downed his sixth shot with ease, not even wincing as the liquid burned down his esophagus, holding a pool stick in his hand. "Come on 'Taker, I know ya got it in ya." He taunted good-naturedly with twinkling blue eyes.

"Son, you ain't got shit on me." Mark shot back before downing his sixth shot, smirking wickedly as he sauntered over to the pool table they'd taken over for the evening. There were five striped and four solid along with the eight ball. Mark was the solid, Steve striped. "I'm gonna kick your ass in drinkin' just like in pool."

Steve growled, not liking that, and took his shot, sinking two balls in. He smirked at Mark's disdainful look and walked over, downing his seventh shot that Mark poured out of their freshly purchased bottle of Jack Daniels. Glen was busy finishing off their old one, already drunk.

"So tell yer buddies why yer in a drinkin' mood tonight, Jacobs?" Steve suggested, raising an eyebrow, and sighed when Glen snarled at him in response. "Man, if yer gonna act like that then get the fuck lost."

"Carsyn is cheating on me." Glen stated gruffly, causing both men to look back at him with raised eyebrows, wondering if they heard him right.

"How do you know?" Mark asked immediately, after sinking three balls in, causing Steve to scowl before downing his seventh shot. He wasn't even drunk yet; it took A LOT to get a man of his size toasted.

Snorting, Glen finished off the bottle before tossing it over his shoulder. It landed in the garbage, which just happened to be placed behind him at the moment. Pure luck is what Mark and Steve chalked it up too. "Saw her shacked up in a booth in the hotel restaurant with Cena. That fuckin' kid is going to die." Glen cracked his knuckles as the sound echoed throughout the bar, soft country music playing in the background.

Steve's blue eyes widened while Mark's jaw dropped, both not believing what they just heard. "Are ya sure ya seen her man? Maybe it was someone else?" Mark suggested raking a hand through his hair, not wanting to believe Carsyn would actually cheat on his best friend. Then again, nothing surprised him anymore.

"It was her. She was snuggled against that fuckin' kid, rubbing on him and shit. We had a fight and I accused her of cheatin' on me with him and she didn't deny it." Glen explained, remembering his fight with Carsyn that happened a few hours prior, and growled before ordering a bottle of Southern Comfort, wanting some hard whiskey to drown his sorrows away.

"Fuck." Mark cursed and shook his head, sighing heavily as Steve sank his balls in, leaving the eight ball along with his own. He was too distracted and ended up missing, giving Steve the win. Mark's focus was on Glen right now, who looked like he would either explode and rip things to shreds at any given moment or break down and cry.

"Here, just drink up and have a good time. There's plenty of fish in the sea." Steve stated, sitting down as well with a shit eaten grin on his face, knowing he'd taken advantage of the situation and beat Mark at pool.

That's what they did. Glen, Mark and Steve all got completely plastered, three sheets to the wind, whatever it was called. Suddenly, the jukebox switched songs and started playing a song that hit home to Mark in more ways than one. It was their wedding song 'Everything I Do, I Do It for You' by Bryan Adams. The tears instantly filled his eyes as he closed them, the words playing in his head as it began just as a blonde made her way towards him. He wasn't paying attention and slowly looked up, his eyes moving around the bar and passed a redhead before landing on her again.

There she was again, in the flesh. The spitting image of his wife Tessa. The red hair, the stunning blue eyes. She was sitting in a nearby booth, twirling her straw around in her drink, and he blinked when she winked at him. The blonde touched his arm, bringing him out of his trance, and looked back at her for a split second. When he turned back to face the redhead who he thought was his wife, she was gone.

'Fuck.' Mark cursed mentally and suddenly felt the anger course through his body again when the blonde touched him. If she wanted to be touched, he'd touch her…and not in a good way either. "Hey darlin'." He drawled, his voice hinting slight danger giving her a chance to back out if she so chose.

"Hi there." Her voice was low and seductive, like so many of the others, but for some reason it lit Mark's blood on fire. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact he just seen his wife who seemed to be haunting him as of late.

"Wanna get out of here?" His mouth was right by her ear, smirking when she shivered, and knew he had her right where he wanted her.

Within moments, Mark was guiding her out of the bar, having told Steve and Glen he'd catch up with them later.

~!~

She giggled in the phone, not believing how well that played out, and ran a hand through her hair. "You should've seen his face! This is turning out to be perfect, baby."

"I know, you did well, honey."

"When will I see you again? I miss you so much."

"You'll see me soon enough, I promise. Right now, you need to focus on driving Calaway to madness. Keep up the good work."

The phone went dead and she sighed, throwing her cell on the seat beside her, sitting behind the wheel of her slick black car. When would this game ever end?

'When he wants it too.' She thought, starting the ignition and drove down the road, no one noticing or being the wiser.