Chapter 8

"Christ, there you are!" Jon felt a wave of relief wash over him the moment his dressing room door opened and Keyla walked inside, looking a little disheveled. "Darlin'…"

The amount of worry and concern coursing through his electric blues as he yanked her into his arms to hold her made Keyla's shattered heart piece back together. What if April lied about what happened between her and Jon? Sure, there was the evidence of his hand disappearing behind her back, but how did she know he actually touched the woman's backside? Even if he did, that didn't mean Jon would automatically hop in the back of a car to screw a crazed fangirl from one of his signings. Tonight definitely wasn't the right time to talk to Jon about what happened between him and April.

"Close call out there, Moxley. Next time, make sure I'm out of the way before you pull a stunt like that." Keyla berated softly, resting her head against his bare chest since he removed his top already. "You've gotta be sore…"

"I'm fine."

Jon was more concerned about her, kicking himself repeatedly for nearly hitting during his suicide dive onto Baron Corbin. Something snapped inside of Jon when he looked over and saw Baron towering over his woman. Was it jealousy? And why was Baron eyeballing Keyla in the first place? He knew she worked in NXT, but she hadn't told him much about that part of her life and he didn't bother asking. If Keyla wanted to tell him about it, she would've. Obviously it wasn't an important part of her career in WWE.

"I'm more worried about you. I nearly hit you out there and I'm sorry, Keyla. If I would've hit you…" Jon cut himself off, not wanting to think about it and kissed the top of her head, vowing to think before he acted out in the ring from now on. "Did Corbin say anything to you out there?"

If he only knew, Keyla thought, shaking her head before she could stop herself and felt her eyes widen, not believing she just lied to Jon. It was for the best, her brain kept insisting, though her heart had a different outlook on the situation. Telling one lie meant she would have to tell another to cover the first one up and it would turn into a huge snowball before long. No, she would tell him about Baron when the time was right, just like dealing with the fangirl situation. Tonight, all Keyla wanted to focus on was pampering her tired sore man and possibly getting a round of lovemaking out of him, if he was up for it.

"Come on, shower time and then we're going back to the hotel for some relaxation. We can make the drive to Stamford tomorrow." It was a 2 ½ drive from Philadelphia to Stamford, Connecticut, so they would be there in no time, even if they left at noon.

That was until they were informed by a WWE technician there was a horrible winter storm heading toward them as well as Stamford. All flights had been cancelled until further notice and they were stuck in Philadelphia until to wait out the storm. Only a select few Superstars were being asked to make the treacherous journey from Philadelphia to Stamford and, much to Keyla's dismay, Jon was one of them.

"I'm going with you."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. And we can either travel there together or separately, but I'm not staying in this city without you." Keyla argued, rushing around the hotel room packing up her belongings while Jon did his.

Jon opened his mouth to protest again and closed it, suddenly remembering the city they were in. The argument they had prior to arriving at the arena also entered his mind. Jon would never forget the amount of fear in Keyla's eyes while Nick had a hold of her head, ready to snap it off her shoulders, the moment he burst through the front door of the old house all those months ago. Maybe leaving Keyla in Philadelphia wasn't the best idea after all. The weather was treacherous and dangerous to travel in, but at least they would be together if something catastrophic happened. It wasn't the first time Jon had traveled in bad weather and this wouldn't be the last time either. Stuck in a snowstorm could be fun, as long as their vehicle didn't stall out in the middle of nowhere. Was he actually considering letting Keyla come along with him? The more Jon thought about it while they continued packing, the more enticed he was to let her.

"Alright."

Keyla zipped her luggage up and looked over at him, raising a brow. "Alright what?" Was he actually going to let her come along without a fight?

Rolling his eyes, Jon closed the distance between them and cupped her face in his strong hands, those amber orbs hypnotizing him every time. "Don't push your luck. You can come with, but you will listen to everything I say, especially if we get into trouble."

"Only if we get into trouble." Keyla tapped his nose, kissed his lips and playfully pushed him toward his half-packed bag. "Get busy, we don't have much time." This was a blessing in disguise as far as Keyla was concerned because it meant she wouldn't have a chance to run into Baron backstage at Raw.

Turns out, WWE also asked Roman to make the journey since he was the winner of the Royal Rumble and they wanted to have a face-to-face confrontation with the current WWE champion, Brock Lesnar. Roman was adamant about leaving Lennox behind, refusing to put her life in jeopardy since this was a huge snowstorm. He didn't want anything to happen to his beautiful girlfriend, but she was steadfast and would not let him leave without her. So when Jon and Keyla stepped off the elevator to catch the shuttle WWE had acquired for the trip for all the Superstars going to Stamford, they weren't surprised to find an angry Roman and smirking Lennox waiting for them.

"Let me guess, he tried leaving you behind and you told him to fuck off." Keyla grinned, embracing Lennox and walked ahead of the men in their lives, looping their arms together.

"Something like that. There's no way he was going without me. We grew up in Philly and have experienced worse snow than this. He'll get over it." Lennox shrugged, not bothered by the fact she didn't have Roman's permission to come on the expedition. "Did you ask Jon about what we found out?"

"No. I've actually thought about it and I think we need solid proof they did something wrong before confronting them. So many times we've jumped to conclusions, especially you, and we need to stop doing that. We just need to take a deep breath and actually think this through before crucifying them for something they did or didn't do." Keyla explained quietly, not letting her heart take the reins in this situation, not this time. "For all we know, those fangirl whores are lying through their teeth. I know the video shows they got close to Jon and Roman, but so did a lot of other people. We just have to get used to the fact our men are popular amongst the WWE fans, especially the women, and trust they won't do anything to hurt us."

Lennox couldn't believe what she was hearing. First Keyla made her believe Roman did something with another woman and now…now she was having second thoughts! Why? Keyla seemed so adamant about confronting Jon about the fangirl earlier in the night, so what changed? Maybe she was afraid to find out the truth of the situation, but Lennox wasn't. No, not after what happened between her and Danny Havoc. She would get to the bottom of it with or without Keyla's help, refusing to fall victim to another lying cheating bastard.

"What if they did?" Lennox had to ask that one question and gauged Keyla's reaction carefully, seeing the flash of pain in her friend's eyes. "What if…?"

"And what if they didn't? What if we accuse them of fucking around on us and they didn't do it, Lennox? How will you feel then? And what if you lose Roman over it? Will that make you feel better about everything?" Keyla snapped in a low voice, glaring at the honey blonde woman and wished she would give Roman the benefit of the doubt for once. "I'm not risking losing Jon over a fangirl. You can do what you want, but I'm not confronting him about it unless I have solid concrete proof he actually did something wrong."

Didn't Keyla understand her trepidation about being with another wrestler and possibly being cheated on again? Obviously not. Nobody did and Lennox shouldn't have been surprised. They boarded the shuttle with Lennox sitting next to Roman and Keyla had her head resting against Jon's strong arm. The words of the fangirls, April and Heidi, kept running through her mind as Keyla laced her fingers with Jon's, shutting her eyes to keep the tears at bay. She hadn't meant to snap on Lennox, but her own emotions were all over the place and Keyla had no idea how to respond or react to what she overheard. Scotty told her not to jump to conclusions and she was taking his advice because he didn't know if everything they said was 100% true. From what he could tell, they were bragging about dreams of theirs that would never come true when it came to Jon and Roman – nothing more. Jon had multiple media appearances that day and Keyla knew how long he could last during sex; even a quickie wasn't necessarily one. Still, she also couldn't get how he reacted when she flew out to Washington to surprise him, only to receive a cold shoulder followed by sex. Something had happened with the fangirl, but Keyla didn't know what and she was almost positive it wasn't sex or else Jon wouldn't have looked as uncomfortable as he did.

Looking down at his woman, Jon could feel something was bothering her and couldn't put his finger on it. He didn't blame her for being tired and wanting to sleep through the long drive they had ahead of them. Hell, he was exhausted from the pay-per-view and could already feel his own eyes drooping, glancing over at Roman and Lennox, who weren't touching or talking. Was Roman really that angry Lennox hadn't listened to him? Or was there something else going on? Jon shook his head, watching Roman pull his headphones out of his bag to place over his ears while Lennox pulled her Kindle Fire out to read. His eyes moved to the steady breathing dark blue haired beauty beside him and Jon kissed the top of her head before drifting off himself, their hands remaining linked.

~!~

Sometime around 5 AM, miraculously, they arrived in Stamford, Connecticut unharmed and everyone trekked tiredly into the hotel. Some slept on the ride, but there'd been a few close calls with the shuttle sliding into a snowbank, so everyone was on edge for the majority of the trip. Lennox and Roman had made up during the trip, kissing and touching, much to Keyla's surprise. She thought for sure Lennox would act cold and distance toward Roman until she found out the truth about the fangirls. Maybe she was slowly letting down the walls around her heart and allowing herself to be happy. Only time would tell. Keyla collapsed on the bed face first with Jon following, both of them turning their heads to look at each other.

"I told you it would be fine." She remarked, sticking her tongue out and felt Jon's arm snake around her waist to pull her closer to him until their noses practically touched.

"And I told you not to push it." Jon reminded in a soft rasp, pushing her hair to the side away from her neck and began attacking it with his mouth. "Mmm…"

Sex was the last thing on Keyla's mind, even with his addictive lips massaging the spot on her neck that turned her to mush. "Nuh uh Moxley, it's time for a shower and bed. I need sleep…"

"Shower you say?" Jon could work with that, deciding he would get what he wanted from his woman one way or another and it would be on her terms. "Sounds good to me." He lifted her over his shoulder, loving the sound of her squeal and smacked her jean covered backside, kicking the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Jon…" Keyla was cut off as her backside planted on the bathroom sink with his mouth plundering hers and her arms instantly wrapped around his neck, pulling him to stand between her legs. "Start the…water…" She managed to moan out the second the kiss broke and his mouth once again sealed to her neck, his strong hands already sliding up her shirt.

There was no point resisting. Even if he did screw another woman, Keyla was stupid in love and would forgive anything Jon did. He had done his best to be faithful to her, considering everything he'd done right in front of her during his Independent days. There was no solid proof and until it popped up, which she hoped never happened, Keyla would not punish her man. Fangirls talked all the time and even thought the wrestlers had sex with each other, so Keyla would take whatever April said with a grain of salt at this rate.

"Oh Jon…"

"Feel good, darlin'?" Jon grunted, not wasting time slipping between her beautiful thighs and held her up against the shower wall so she didn't fall. "Fuck because it feels damn good to me…"

It never ceased to amaze Keyla how well their bodies coordinated and moved together, how fast they soared to sexual heights only they could reach. Sleep was suddenly the last thing on her mind as Keyla met every one of Jon's hard powerful thrusts, the hot water pouring over both of their bodies. Her nails dug into his broad shoulders as an orgasm ripped through her small frame before scrapping them down his muscular slightly hairy chest. A hint of chest hair drove her wild, but too much and Jon had to shave before he touched her. He had to shave at least 3 times a week because of how fast it grew back, but he was always willing to do it and made it known it was only for her. Little things like that made Keyla fully believe in her heart and soul Jon would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally and definitely not with a crazed fangirl. After experiencing multiple orgasms and feeling Jon gain his own release, Keyla cupped his face in her hands kissing him passionately.

"I love you." She mumbled against his mouth, slowly opening her eyes and complete terror washed over her. "No – NO!"

In front of her stood Baron Corbin with a sly smirk on his face and those dark eyes devouring her whole. "I love you too, Keyla." Then he kissed her again and started another round under the hot sprays, ignoring her struggles.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

~!~

Keyla snapped her eyes open and jumped from where she slept, looking around frantically. They were still on the shuttle bus and from the looks of it, nowhere near their destination like she'd dreamt. What the hell was THAT about? Why would she dream of Baron Corbin? It'd been such an amazing dream until Jon's face morphed into Baron's. Turning her head, Keyla sighed with great relief at the site of Jon sleeping soundly beside her. Everyone on the shuttle was sleeping, including Lennox and Roman, who had his arm around her shoulders. Trying to stop shaking, Keyla slowly rested back against the chair and stared straight ahead, a sick feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

That dream had a clear message and it was this: She had to tell Jon about her and Baron's fling in NXT before he found out from another source.