You guys probably hate me right now. I haven't updated in 2 WEEKS! That's the longest I've gone EVER! But I thank my reviewers and readers who always stick with me anyway despite the inconsistency. I tried to make this as long as I could. (I hope 2000 words is long enough!) BTW, I love that John Cena's rapping again. I miss the TV14 days where ASS wasnt a bad word.

You probably wont get to hear from me till another week so enjoy this!

Love,

Marchesa

Upon seeing the woman he had longed for all his life, every lame angel-related pickup line suddenly popped into his head. A goddess stood before him, in all her beautiful glory. Svetlana was dressed in an immaculate white floor length dress whose fabric looked like it was softer and lighter than a cloud. It was accentuated by a gold chain around the neckline and criss-crossing around her empire, making her fit for a meeting with Zeus at the Olympus. She wore her golden hair like a crown around her head, embedded with tiny pink roses that matched her stilettos. John had to blink to make sure she wasn't an apparition.

The only thing that was less-heavenly about her was the glare that she had on her flawless face and the frown on her mouth, which was probably for the best because John didn't know what he would have done if her dazzling smile was in place. (But he already knew the answer to that question – to put it simply, he probably would have jumped on her and fucked her senseless even in front of all those people.)

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" The angel spoke. It took a while for John to realize she was addressing him.

In a normal world, he probably would have answered Nope, just you and my fiancée that I never told you about while we were sleeping together. Oh and she just happens to be your best friend! Did I mention that I love every bit of you?

But this was a crazy world they lived in – where deception and dishonesty reigned supreme – so he laughed it off nervously and let the gregarious Randy cover for him.

"Way to make the first impression, Johnny!" Randy boomed. The whole party laughed, even Svetlana. But the smile was quickly wiped off of her face again when Dionne crossed the room to take John's hand.

"Don't take Via too seriously, John. She just loves a laugh," Dionne said with a chuckle. She rubbed his arm, with Svetlana staring right at them, making him feel more uncomfortable than ever.

"I'm totally kidding," Svetlana spoke in a voice that sounded genuinely happy. His breath came in gasps when she took small steps towards him "Trust me, my mouth's as bad as anyone's. I'm Svetlana Pierce, by the way."

She handled bullshit so well, John wanted to applaud her. He wanted so much to just explain everything to her to make her understand. He hated the thought of her mad because of him. Instead of shaking the dainty hand that she had raised, he did what he could to get as close to her as possible and took two large strides to envelop her in a quick hug before stepping away to stand beside Dionne.

"John Cena."

The look on her face was priceless.

Barely noticing anything, Dionne grabbed hold of John's shoulder and attempted (poorly) to turn his attention to Georgiana who was standing quietly beside Svetlana.

"This is Georgiana. She just flew in from the Middle East."

Georgiana smiled warmly at John before giving him the once-over. She did this a lot to strangers, John presumed. "Damn your huge."

Dionne rolled her eyes but John chuckled, "Yeah I get that a lot. Nice to meet you. I wish I could say Dionne has told me all about you, but she's done a pretty good job at keeping your identities a secret."

John swore he heard Svetlana snort.

Georgiana nodded, almost dramatically. "Tell me about it. I didn't even know that she and Hector had broken up." Georgiana shook her head. "Anyway, you can call me Giana. It's not so much of a mouthful that way."

"Giana then," John repeated, liking her already. How he wished Svetlana could be as simple. John remembered Randy and Sam standing behind him and was quick to introduce them to the new arrivals.

"This is my best friend, Randy," John gestured to his tall and muscular companion and then moved his hand to the spot where Sam was standing. "And this is Samantha, his wife."

The ladies shook hands with the couple. Randy was charming as ever, making Svetlana and Giana laugh ever so often. He always seemed to get along with everyone. He was the more sociable between the two of them. John envied his spirit, now more than ever, that he was able to put a smile on Svetlana's face so effortlessly while he was trying so hard for her to just talk to him. Randy was capable of such pleasantry without being too flirty and it was obvious to everyone that he was in love with his wife. He always made sure that his arm was secured around Sam's waist and that he could throw her a compliment every now and then.

John noticed that he, meanwhile, had his hands folded at his back. He discreetly slipped his arm around Dionne's shoulders and upon the gesture, she gave him the kindest of smiles. He gave her a small kiss on the tip of her nose. He had to pay attention to remember these small things. He couldn't just keep on thinking about Svetlana for the rest of his life. Dionne was his future. It was about time he started taking it seriously.

"Guys," Dionne cut in with a shake of her head after Randy had joked about the high pitch of their voices earlier. Her hand grazed lightly around John's arm. "You do realize that we're still at the front door?"

Giana looked behind her to where the door was still agape. Their bags had yet to make it to the threshold. "Wow, you're right. We should probably get our bags now, Vi."

Svetlana had barely moved when John instinctively pulled away from Dionne to beat them to the front door.

"Let me help you with that," John offered.

Giana picked up a leather satchel with a laugh. "Oh you'll regret it, John. Svetlana isn't exactly what you'd call a light packer."

John couldn't help himself as he smirked at Svetlana, well aware of this fact. Often, when they would meet, she would still be carrying her luggage with her, which normally would include a large trunk, two duffels and three to five hand carries. Of course, that would only hold true if she was going on a two-day trip. He wondered how many of those bags she would have to carry on a week-long vacation. He even remembered that they had done it while she was sitting on one of her LV suitcases.

Woah, easy there big boy.

Dionne was leading Sam and Randy to the kitchen. She called behind her back, "We'll be waiting at the table. Don't take too long. We'll get your bags to your rooms later. You can just leave them at the living room right now. John, give them a hand okay?"

"Sure babe. We'll be right there." John jogged over to where Giana and Svetlana were bending over their bags. Giana was already picking up her last bag while Svetlana was still halfway through.

Giana ran to the living room. John presumed he was afraid she would have to help Svetlana with her bags. But before she disappeared, she called out, "I smell roast beef! Good luck with the help, John!"

John saw Svetlana roll her eyes as she forced her suitcase into the front door. She stumbled on her heels and almost lost her balance if it wasn't for John to hold her up. She wouldn't even meet his eyes when she had regained control.

"I can handle it," she said icily.

She stumbled again.

John sighed, stopping her before she could go further. "Via."

He saw her gulp. She finally forced herself to look him in the eye and it hurt him to see how much hatred was evident in her face. "Don't you dare call me that ever again."

"I'm sorry," he begged, his grip tightening on her arm.

"For what exactly? For leaving me that morning in the hotel room? For telling me you loved me when you had a fiancée? For neglecting to mention that you were sleeping with my best friend the same time you were hooking up with me? Which one are you guilty for; the deception, the dishonesty or the adultery?" she ranted bitterly. A pool was starting to form in her eyes but she wasn't about to break down here.

John took a step forward and Svetlana took one back.

His voice was pained when he said, "For everything. I wanted so badly to tell you. I never wanted to hurt you. And please believe me when I say that everything I said was truthful."

Her eyes turned deadlier than ever. "Cut the bullshit. I can handle the truth. What I can't stand is to be lied to my face. Now, if you don't have the decency to tell me the truth, then save your breath because I'm not hearing a word of it."

He finally decided he couldn't take it any longer. He pulled her fiercely to him. As their bodies grew closer, she stifled a gasp. His face was just a breath away, his lips grazing at her mouth's opening.

"With all my heart, I loved you. Since the first time I met you, I loved you. Even now, I love you. More than you'll ever know, I love you," he whispered. He felt her shiver in his embrace. She finally broke down and melted in his arms. He held her closer as she wept.

At that moment, John knew he couldn't lie to himself anymore. He knew that he could never leave Svetlana's side again. They were meant to be together. The warmth he felt with her arms around his waist was better than anything he had ever felt in the world. He knew this was where he needed to be. He planted a kiss to her forehead, promising to himself that he would never let her go.

"I can't do this," she uttered finally. She pulled away from him and took a few steps back to distance herself from him. John reached out for her but she moved away again. The fear in her eyes was gone and it was replaced by that of an astounding fury.

"Do you really think some sweet words will cancel out everything else that you've done?" she demanded, her eyes boring into his. He wanted nothing more than to kiss away the pain that was clear in her eyes. "You say you love me now, but what happens when we get into that room with Dionne? Will you still love me enough to let her go? You obviously chose her over me so how can you stand there and say that you love me?"

It took a while for John to speak but he answered in the most truthful way he could manage. "Because it's the truth."

She laughed bitterly. "You know what the truth is? The truth is that you obviously can't make up your own fucking mind for yourself. You're screwed over. If the situation was different, I would pity the fool that falls in love with you. But you certainly fooled us enough, John. I deserve more than your lies. My best friend – your fiancée deserves more than your lies."

John could feel his entire body grow numb. The only thing that he felt was the beat of his heart, but even that was slowly starting to fade.

"I'm through with you. You'd know better than to speak to me again. I hope you straighten up your fucked up life in time for the wedding. I can't have my best friend marrying a screw-up." Svetlana stormed into the house, leaving John heartbroken and numb.

He was definitely a screw up, all right.