~~~~~~Chapter 10~~~~~~
Jenna laid in the bed in her hotel room fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She felt stupid for the way she reacted to seeing him, knowing that she should have kept her emotions under control. Her thoughts surrounded around why. Why didn't he want her? Why wasn't she good enough? And finally her mind settled on the most important question. Why did she even care? She decided she wasn't going to lay around and wallow in self pity anymore. She was going to live her life and enjoy every minute of it, whether Mark Calaway was in it or not. She slowly raised herself off of the bed and turned toward the door to go find Steve or Shawn to kill time until they all went out that night. That day was a big day around there, the day before Wrestlemania. Most of the guys were getting ready for the Fan Axxess later than day so Rebecca and her would probably be on their own until later that night when they were finished and all went out to relax before the bid day.
As she reached the door she heard a soft knock, "Jen? Please just talk to me". Mark's deep voice was a bare whisper, pain filling his every word. She slowly opened the door and looked up into his eyes, seeing the hurt and remorse apparent their deep green depths. Her eyes caught sight of the deep red mark on his cheek that was already starting to bruise and regret clinched deep inside of her. She gently reached out and took his hand in hers. "Come, on you big stiff. Let's get an ice pack on your cheek and then we'll talk." She said trying to smile at him as she led him into her room and shut the door behind them, feeling very uncomfortable at having him alone in her room. She wasn't sure if she could keep the need and want she still felt for him at bay. She walked him over to the edge of her bed and pushed him down to sit before she walked into the bathroom and gathered a washcloth and some ice from the mini bar and sat next to him, gently holding the ice to his injured cheek. "I'm sorry I slapped you, Mark. I don't know what came over me." She was surprised to hear his deep chuckle and feel his strong hand under her chin, lifting her face until their eyes met. "Darlin', you don't have to apologize. I know I hurt you honey, but you never let me explain. Are you ready to listen now?" His voice was soft as if speaking to a small kitten, afraid of scaring it away. She slowly nodded and waited, finally ready to listen to what he had to say, knowing she should have listened that night a month ago.
Mark smiled softly, wincing when pain radiated through his cheek. "Darlin', I know what you think happened that day, but you're wrong. I'd never have discarded you like that. I was being honest when I said I had a meeting with Vince. I never meant to hurt you." His heart tightened at the sorrow in her beautiful brown eyes, tears threatening to spill. "Mark, I'm so sorry. I just, I thought that you were trying to get rid of me, because let's face it. Why would you want me when you could have Michelle? " Jenna sighed softly as she laid her head against his strong shoulder basking in his warmth. Mark dropped the ice pack to the bed and turned to take the sweet fragile hearted woman into his arms, wrapping her in a warm hug. "Jen, look at me, Darlin'." He implored softly, smiling again as she quickly obeyed. "That's a good girl." He murmured before leaning in to capture her lips with his in a tender kiss. He kept the kiss brief and pulled back, slowly stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Jen, I want you to listen good. I'm not with Michelle. We've been over for a while now. Me and her and just friends now, alright?"
Jenna felt like the world's biggest fool after hearing his words. He was right, she should have listened to him at the very beginning and none of this would have happened. The tears she'd been fighting off finally fell down her cheeks as she realized because of her insecurities she may have ruined any chance she'd had with this man. "Mark, I'm so sorry." She managed to say before the tears increased and robbed her of her voice. Her shoulders shook slightly from the force of the emotion washing through her and she clung to him as if afraid he would disappear. She lifted her tear stained face to meet his gaze. "Mark, I really am sorry. If you'll let me I'd like us to try again. Please." She begged softly, her voice breaking with every word. She waited for what seemed like forever for his deep voice, but it never came. Just as worry started to embed itself in her mind she felt his arms tighten around her and his warm lips were on hers, coaxing her to open to him. She sighed softly into his kiss and willingly allowed him access to her mouth, their tongues meeting in a slow sensual dance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his long hair and returned his kiss with all the passion she felt built up inside her for him. After several minutes they finally pulled apart, both gasping for breath and staring into each other's eyes. Mark looked at her, taking in her lust glazed eyes and her lips dark and plump from his kisses. His need for her grew and throbbed painfully inside his tight jeans. "Darlin', I need you somethin' fierce." He rasped as he slowly leaned her back onto the bed and slide over her, his arousal pressing firmly into her thigh. Jenna smiled and wiggled against him, chuckling softly as a deep growl rumbled from his throat. She used one arm to pull him closer to her, taking his bottom lip between hers and nibbling it gently as she slinked her other hand down between them to cup his growing manhood in her small hand. The feel of her warm hand on him through his clothes snapped his last bit of control and he quickly worked to rid her of her shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing her beautiful breasts encased in black and red lace. His mouth almost watered at the sight before him. He leaned down and placed soft kisses on the swells of her breasts as his hand went behind her to unfasten her bra and slide it off of her, fully exposing her to his hungry gaze. He took time giving each breast special attention, taking the rosy peaks into his warm mouth, licking and biting as his hand teased the other. Jenna felt a fire begin to build inside of her with such intensity that she thought she would burst into flames if he wasn't inside of her soon. "Mark, please" She begged as she began to undo his jeans and slipped her hand inside to grasp him. He bucked against her hand, burying his face in her neck. "God, Jen, I.." He was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door. "Mom! Mom, you in there?"
Mark growled and rolled off of Jen, pulling a pillow over his face and trying to calm his raging arousal. "Damnit, Jen! You're kids have lousy fucking timing, girl!" He growled as she quickly worked to redress herself before going to the door and motioning for him to be quiet. She opened the door and smiled as Jason stood there looking worried and winded. "Jason, honey, what's wrong?" She said softy, reaching out to brush hair from his forehead. "Mom, I just thought I'd let you know that Mark and Michelle are here. I wanted you to stay clear of them. I don't want you hurt anymore." Jenna just laughed and smiled at her youngest son. "Sweetheart, I know Mark is here. What's all this about?" Jason looked down at the ground. He didn't want to have to tell his mother this. "Mom, I just saw them in the hallway. Here, I've got a picture." He said as he handed her his phone and there on the screen was Michelle wrapped in a pair of very muscular tattooed arms. The man in the photo had his bandana clad head buried in Michelle's neck, obscuring his face. Jenna's heart fell when she saw the photo. "Jason, when was this taken?" She asked, hoping that it wasn't Mark in the photo. Praying that there was some other explanation to it. Jason frowned in confusion, "I don't know what it matters, Mom, but it was taken about 5 minutes ago." Jenna broke out into laughter and laughed even harder as Jason looked at her like she was crazy. She just stepped back and let Jason in to the sight of Mark laying on her bed, a grumpy look still on his face. "Son, you are lucky I like ya. Otherwise I'd be throwin' ya out that door and gettin' back to what I was in the middle of." Mark said with a wink to Jen, both of them laughing as Jason's jaw dropped to the floor and the dropped down into the chair in the corner of the room.