John Cena stretched his long, tanned, muscular arms as he emerged from the shower in his Oklahoma City hotel room. It was a few hours after a house show and once again, wrestling the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus, had taken the Champ to the limit. Every inch of John's massive body ached but the minor pains were a part of the daily life of a WWE Superstar. He was exhausted and early the next morning, it would be a long drive on to the next city, to the next show. He pulled back the covers and reached for a pair of clean boxer briefs, stopping as he heard his cell phone ring. John frowned. It was almost midnight. He had already had his nightly conversation with Ava so he wondered who could be reaching out to him at that hour.

"Yeah?" John picked up the phone.

"Bro, what's up?"

John smiled. It was one of his younger brothers.

"Matt, what's going on, man?"

Just three years apart, he and Matt had always been close. The younger Cena admired and looked up to his big brother and had even followed in his footsteps with the amateur body building. Matt had gone on to enjoy much success from Massachusetts to California. Their busy schedules often kept them apart but modern technology allowed the two to keep in contact as much as possible.

"Nothing much. I'm back in L.A. training, headed back to Mass tomorrow so I thought I'd give you a ring. Where are you?"

"Oklahoma City tonight, just finished a brutal ass dark match. It's Tulsa tomorrow."

"Cool. You'll be home after that?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Then I should see you before you leave for the next road trip."

John leaned back on the bed.

"You coming to Tampa this week?"

"Yeah."

"Got a show or something going on?"

"Actually, it's a permanent move. I've been doing a lot of thinking and looking around and I've got a couple big competitions coming up in southern Florida so I figured why the hell not?"

John grinned.

"That's awesome, dude. I'm glad you'll be closer. You found a place yet?"

"Yeah. I saw a nice apartment I liked so I'm gonna go sign the lease whenever I get in town."

"Good deal, Matt. If you need help with moving or anything else, count me in, man. I mean that. You know I'm here for you and if you need a place to crash for a few days, you know you're always welcomed over at the house. I'll have to run it by Ava first but I'm sure it won't be a problem. I know she'd love to have you."

"Thanks, John. I appreciate it. Just wanted to let you know what's going on and see what your schedule is. We'll get up sometime this week."

"Sounds good," John said as he heard a knock at his door. "Look, dude, let me give you a call tomorrow. Someone's at the door. I'm tired as hell so I'm gonna get rid of whoever it is and crash."

"Alright, bro. Talk to you later."

"Later," John hung up.

He walked over to the door and opened it without looking out the peep hole figuring it was Randy, John or another co-worker. He was half right.

"John."

John frowned.

"Jacey, hey."

"How are you?"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She was grinning and perfectly made up, her svelte body covered in a fitted, dark trench coat.

"I wanted to see you."

Her voice purred and he remembered suddenly that he was only clad in the white hotel towel. Securing it tighter around his waist, he bridged the gap between the door and his unexpected visitor.

"Jacey, it's late. What's this about? I was just about to go to bed."

"Then looks like I'm just in time," she brushed past him.

John couldn't believe his eyes. He had been up for hours and was exhausted and had taken quite a few bumps in the ring that night. Surely he was seeing things.

"Jacey, what the hell are you talking about? What are you doing?"

She turned around and stared him in the eye. He was a beautiful hunk of a man desired by millions and the brunette beauty was no exception. Jacey seductively licked her lips and began to slowly untie the belt that was holding up the coat.

"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm doing."

"What the…"

Before he could complete the sentence, Jacey showed him exactly what she was doing. She united the coat and opened it to reveal a skimpy pair of black lace panty and bra set. Her body was perfect, tan and taunt, filled out in all the right places.

"Come here," she beckoned with her right index finger.

"Jacey!" he raised his voice. "Are you drunk? Are you fucking crazy? Put that shit back on!"

She put her hands on her hips and flashed him a saucy grin.

"That's what your mouth says but come a little closer and let me see whatever is under that towel says."

Cursing to himself, he realized the door was still open. Any employee, guest, fan, or wrestler walking by on the floor could plainly see the half naked woman who wasn't his wife in the middle of his room. The last thing he wanted or needed was for anyone to get the wrong idea. Torn, he slammed the door shut.

"Jacey, get out."

"Come on, baby. Have a little fun. I was discreet…nobody saw me come up here. It'll be our little secret," she said as she walked up to him and raked her nails over his bare chest.

"Jacey, this shit is not funny and I'm not playing around with you," he grabbed her arms. "You need to leave. Now!"

Undeterred, she backed away, running her hands over the freshly turned back bed.

"Looks like you were waiting on me," she breathed as she sat back on top of the covers.

"Jacey!"

She unfastened her bra and let the straps fall from her shoulders exposing two perfect saline filled breasts. John's eyes immediately locked on the rosy nipples. His steely glance did not go unnoticed as Jacey grinned and began to tweak them, moaning as her eyes never left his.

"Like what you see?" she whispered.

The sound of her voice jolted him back to reality. It seemed surreal. One minute he was alone in his room winding down after a show, doing normal things like taking a shower and chatting with his family members. The next, he had a topless stalker spread eagle on his bed, ready to seduce him.

"Jacey, put your clothes back on!" he commanded, picking up her trench and throwing it at her. "I mean it. You can't be here right now."

"You know you don't mean that, John. I see it in your eyes. I've seen it all along. You want me. You want me just like you wanted all those other girls back in the day, all those other girls…you remember them, don't you, John? All the MILFs and the strippers and the groupies you fucked and bragged about it over the years. Remember all the fun you used to have before you became hubby of the year? I know you remember it, John. I l know you miss it, too. Well, here I am. Here is your chance to have some of that fun you know you so desperately miss."

"I love my wife," he sneered.

Jacey shrugged.

"Of course you do. I met her. She's a beautiful woman, such a sweet and innocent girl. Hell, I don't blame you for loving her, she's hot. If she was here right now, I'd do her too but uh…she's not here right now and if she were, we both know a threesome probably wouldn't happen. Little Miss Perfect would never go for that, would she? But I'm sure you'd love to see that right, John?" she asked, letting her hand fall to the flimsy material that barely covered her heated core. "Can you imagine that? Huh? Just think about it. Your sweet, innocent, precious, demure little Ava. Can you imagine me undressing her, slowly exposing every inch of that smooth, beautiful flesh? Can you imagine me kissing her, tasting her sweet mouth, then letting my tongue trail down to her hard nipples. Can you see me nipping and sucking them, my fingers rubbing her clit sort of like I'm touching mine right now? Do you think about me kissing further down past her bellybutton down to that sweet triangle? Tell me, baby, is she trimmed or waxed completely? Let me guess, I bet she has that sexy little landing strip that leads all the way down to that hot, moist core. Mmmmm, I bet she tastes so good. How does it taste, John? Do you want to taste her pussy on my lips?"

John swallowed hard.

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing but it ends right now, Jacey. I mean it," he roughly grabbed her arms, stood her up and began forcing the coat on her arms. "Get the fuck out!"

"Well," Jacey cleared her throat as she tied the belt together. "I thought this was what you wanted. I must be mistaken."

"You are very mistaken."

Jacey smirked, motioning downwards with her eyes to the large bulge that had formed underneath his towel.

"Am I?"

"Get out!" John grabbed her by the wrists. "Get out of here and don't ever come back. In fact, don't ever talk to me again. If you do, I will personally go to Vince and have your ass fired, do you understand me?"

"No need to get rough," she jerked away from him. "Excuse me for trying to spice things up a bit."

"Good night, Jacey," he said in a firm voice.

She opened the door, looked to make sure the coast was clear before making her exit. When she saw that the hallway was clear, she stepped out.

"You must really love your wife," she smirked. "You'd have to in order to turn all this down."

John answered by slamming the door in her face. He was so mad he was shaking. Turning around, he cursed out loud before going over to the sink and splashing his face with cold water. He shook his head before the ringing of his phone made him jump.

"Goddammitt," he mumbled, picking it up. "Who the fuck is this?"

"Whoa, good night to you too."

John's heart raced.

"Ava?"

"Baby, are you okay?"

"What are you doing calling me?" he tried to regain his bearings.

"I'm sorry. I know it's so late and you were probably sleeping. I didn't mean to wake you…"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"No, babe. It…it's fine. Sorry, I…I guess I'm just on edge. I didn't mean to snap at you. You didn't wake me. Of course it's okay that you called. Um, what's going on?"

She sighed into the mouthpiece.

"I just had a really bad dream."

"About what?"

"I dreamt that I lost you," she said softly.

John chewed the inside of his lip, still reeling from what had taken place a few minutes earlier.

"You know that will never happen," he reassured her quietly. "Ava, you're never going to lose me."

"I know. I'm sorry, John, it was just so weird, so real. I woke up crying and in a cold sweat."

"It's okay, baby."

"Are, are you sure? You don't sound so hot. Are you positive everything is alright over there?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her the truth, to tell her what Jacey had done but he quickly decided there was no point. It would only upset her and that was the last thing he wanted. Besides he had everything under control. He had made his position more than clear to Jacey. As crazy and persistent as she was, he had a feeling she wouldn't try a stunt like that again. If she did, he would make good on his threat and go straight to Vince without a second thought.

"Yeah. I, I'm fine."

"Okay," she said. "If you don't mind, will you just stay on the phone with me for a little while, until I fall back asleep? I just want to hear your voice, drift off to the sound of you breathing. Is that alright?"

"Of course it is."

He leaned back on the bed and cradled the phone closer to his ear. He breathed in the sound of his wife's voice, trying to forget the trouble Jacey had just caused. In the morning, it would all be a bad dream, much like the one Ava had just had. In the morning it would all be over.