Chapter 12
"YOU'RE ALIVE, OH MY GOD, YOU'RE ALIVE!"
Adam caught Lavani, lifted her up off the ground as soon as he spotted her, holding her tightly. Only then did he look around, making sure Taker wasn't in the nearby vicinity. Then he became aware of her dirty state and bare feet, slowly setting her down.
"LavaBean...He didn't...hurt you, did he?" He asked gently, his heart running a mile a minute.
"No he didn't." Lavani was completely drained and had no more fight at the moment or else she probably would've pushed him away. "I want a shower, wine and bed." When Adam nodded and guided her up to the room they were sharing, Lavani suddenly stopped and looked at Adam, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I want to be alone tonight. I'm not running away, but I don't want to see anyone right now."
Before Adam could protest or even open his mouth, Lavani stepped inside the suite and shut the door behind her, flipping the lock on it. Adam could get another room, Lavani was heartbroken all over again and needed time alone to reflect on everything she found out tonight...after a shower. Considering Taker had kidnapped her in a HEARSE, she had come back in terrible condition and looked...so broken, Adam wasn't going anywhere.
Retrieving a blanket and a pillow from his room, along with a book, Adam set up shop right outside her door. He was fully prepared to try killing anyone who even thought about getting into this room. He was also very glad he hadn't called Jay. Adam had wanted too, but he hadn't, knowing that would just send his best friend into a frenzy. When Adam tried to trip him as he walked by on his way to his own room, Taker bent down to grab a handful of hair, slamming Adam's head back into Lavani's door before continuing on his way.
Lavani didn't hear that because she was in the shower, currently scrubbing her body from head to toe. She already missed Taker and wondered if John would be angry at her for deciding to go back to Mississippi. Coming back to the WWE against Taker, it was a stupid move on her part.
A foolish decision.
She stepped out of the shower an hour later, after the water ran cold, and wrapped herself in a terry cloth robe before collapsing in bed. Screw the wine, she would drink tomorrow. Her vision blurred as the tears starting soaking her pillow and Lavani ended up crying herself to sleep.
~!~
"What the hell happened to you, boy?" John demanded bright and early the next morning, having heard down in the hotel's restaurant that Taker already left.
This meant he had come back and John had wasted no time in draining his morning coffee, tucking away his Wall Street paper, and hauling his already expensively dressed ass upstairs. What he hadn't been expecting was to find Adam laying in front of her door, with a look on his face like he had a hangover, or a serious headache. But Adam's presence also confirmed that Lavani was indeed behind those doors.
"Nothin'. She hasn't come out yet." Adam grunted, having slept like...an unconscious person and woke up feeling like a zombie, if zombie's had killer headaches.
The door opened and Lavani stood there, staring down at Adam with a tilted head, wondering what he was doing outside of her door. "Good morning..." She sounded confused, completely dressed for the day in a blue jean skirt with a purple halter top, her hair pulled back in a neat French braid, simple makeup on her face. Then it dawned on her what Adam had done and Lavani groaned. "That's it, I can't take this overprotective crap anymore. You are getting your own room and if Jay has a problem with it, he can take it up with me." Her eyes then moved to John, plastering on a smile. "Hey John." She greeted, stepping out with luggage rolling behind her, ready to check out and head to the next area.
"Is that anyway to talk to the guy who got his head bashed in for defending your honor?" Adam groused, not amused by her lack of sympathy and pulled himself to his feet, stooping to pick up his pillow and blanket.
John arched an eyebrow at that, gently reaching out to place his palm on Lavani's stomach, halting her. He didn't care about Adam's issues, just hers. "What happened last night?"
There was no way she could tell John the truth and held her hand up, noticing the cut on Adam's forehead. "What happened, Adam?" She demanded, frowning when he muttered something about never tripping Undertaker again, blinking. He stumbled away and left her with John waiting for his answer, slowly turning around to face him. "I was dropped off on the side of the road and it took me nearly three hours to make it back here." She lied smoothly, wincing slightly at her back. "I froze my ass off, my back is heavily bruised and I have a headache."
John did not believe a word that just came out of her mouth, but smiled anyway, his eyes crinkling at the corner. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, John gently took her bag like any gentleman would, carrying it. "Well hell honey, what you need is a day at the spa." He suggested, looking thoughtful. "I'll get you in today, we can take the jet tonight." His mind was already racing, thinking ahead and about whatever it was she wasn't telling him.
"Really?"
When he nodded, Lavani smiled from ear to ear because honestly that sounded like heaven on earth. Sure enough, John scheduled a spa appointment and got her right in, money talked after all. She was told to strip down and given probably the softest robe she ever felt before being sat in an even more comfortable chair. Cucumbers were placed over her eyes while they started giving her a manicure and pedicure, her cheeks being massaged and lotioned up along with her legs.
Her hair was up in towel after it was washed, the scalp massage feeling amazing. After her manicure and pedicure, it was time for a full body massage as Lavani laid on the bedding on her stomach and closed her eyes while they began kneading the muscles, being mindful of the bruising on her back. When the masseuse was called away for something, Lavani was surprised they returned so quickly and kept her eyes closed, sighing softly as she completely relaxed.
A massage? A day at the spa? Layfield really was a suck-up. Taker did not understand why he had followed her nor was he bothering to try understanding it. He just had. Maybe to see just how her relationship with John was. Professional? Personal? Mixture of both.
John had also checked himself in for a day at the spa, and was currently choking on the mud Taker had poured down his throat. He warmed his hands up with the oil before taking over the massage, smirking slightly. Nude and alone, really...she was becoming his favorite victim. Now if only he could stop caring about her and then he would definitely enjoy it more.
These hands were different, much bigger and heated. Lavani knew those hands well, they had touched her on more than one occasion, and they were currently lighting her body on fire. She was naked under this towel too, oh god! Lavani knew if she didn't want to possibly feel more wrath and abuse from Taker, she would pretend he was just a regular masseuse.
Winced slightly when his hands ran over her dark purplish blue back, it was courtesy of Taker snapping her over his shoulder with full force. It looked worse than it actually hurt. Her eyes shot open when he moved his hands to her ass, squeezing it firmly and immediately sat up on the table, clinging to the towel.
"What are you doing in here?" She whispered, raking a hand through her still wet hair, breathing a little heavier than normal.
He was ruining her spa time damn it!
Taker blinked owlishly at her, wearing nothing except a pair of skintight black jeans and his boots, his black leather vest draped on the chair behind him, his hair hanging loose. "Giving you a massage." He said, the ridicule implied in his tone without him actually saying anything satirical. Then he turned her back around, unwrapping the towel, her back was exposed to him again. "And it's not done...so lie down." He ordered, tracing a fingertip down her spine.
"You're not supposed to be in here."
She gave it one final try to protest, but this was the man she loved and he wanted to give her a massage. Taker seen her naked a million times so being nude in front of him didn't bother her. Biting her bottom lip, Lavani laid back down as he requested, feeling him move her hair to the side and drifted her eyes shut when he began running those huge hands against her back again. So much desire flooded her body and it was starting to spill over, but Lavani fought it off as much as she possibly could, groaning when he hit a sore spot that needed attention.
"You're torturing me." She whispered, his touch making her shiver involuntarily and it wasn't from fear.
He sincerely hoped so, considering that was his main goal. Sparing a quick glance at the clock, Taker was pretty sure he would be hearing a scream soon. Either from John choking to death on the mud or managing to either spit or swallow and getting his wits together enough to stir up some hell. Either way, it was time to end this sooner than he would've liked and that just made Taker want to kill John all the more.
"Good." Taker growled huskily, smirking when he seen her shiver.
Lavani wanted him. He had every intention of torturing her, making her want him until she fell to pieces from being unable to have him. Only then, he might consider ending both of their misery. Lavani maneuvered the towel to where it covered her top half, chewing her bottom lip when he raised a slow brow at her.
"Take me with you." Lavani requested, toffee eyes pleading with him. "Just...take me again like you did last night. John won't know the difference." Lavani really didn't want to spend any more time with her boss than she had to. "He asked me what happened after you took me last night and-" She cringed when a scream sounded, followed by a lot of cussing from John, knowing they didn't have much time to get out of there. "Just take me with you and then drop me off somewhere or...SOMETHING." She hopped off the bedding, already going behind the curtain to quickly dress, having pulled Taker in there with her. "Please just get me out of here and I'll owe you one, okay? I'll owe you a favor, whatever you want." She was really desperate.
He watched in amusement as she began dressing, starting from the bottom up. He could take her with him, but then John would demand to know where she had gone. If he were to disappear as well, the man could put two and two together. Hmmm...Taker heard John coming into the room and Lavani looked ready to freak out, scrambling to put her top on. In one instant, he had pulled Lavani into his arms and was kissing her senseless, her bare chest pressed to his as the screen was ripped away.
Oh he was a bastard, using her like this!
Lavani was pissed off and did the only thing she could to rectify this, kicking Taker square between the legs as hard as she could. He roared in pain as she stumbled out of the room right into John's arms, covering her upper half with her hands, toffee eyes shooting fire. He should've taken her with him instead of used her like a cheap piece of meat.
"John, come on please we have to get out of here." Lavani pleaded, after he got a few cheap shots of his own in before guiding her out of the room, wrapping a towel around her in the process.
Considering the bitch had shattered his heart and had her realization moment that she'd messed up last night, not to mention allied with his enemy, Taker figured using her instead of giving into her wishes to get her out of there was the logical thing to do. He lay there, cradling his balls, which hurt more than John's attempts at harming him, alternating between growling and laughing. John was still spitting out mud, his eyes flashing fire of their own as he guided her out of the building, having every intention of suing this place for their second-rate security.
"I'm fine." She whispered once they were inside John's limo, headed for his private jet.
Shaking from head to toe, Lavani hoped John chalked it up to her being terrified of Taker, but that wasn't the case. It had hurt her to kick Taker in his balls, but it hurt even more that he used her. She was tired of being used and wished the trembling would stop, her lips still burning from his passionate kiss. Lavani managed to pull on a bra and shirt without flashing anything, thankful John was on his phone bitching out the spa company and already had his lawyer on it to sue.
When he was off the phone, they pulled up to the airport and boarded the private jet. John excused himself to go redress because he was in just his pants and shoes since that was all he had pulled on after the mud incident, the pants stained in the gray material. He returned in jeans, sneakers and a shirt over his shoulder, his usually combed hair messy for once. Still cursing under his breath, he poured two drinks and turned, going to press a tumbler into her hand.
"I think we both need one, honey." He stated, draining his measure quickly.
"Thank you, John." She murmured softly, downing the tumbler as well and felt some comfort as the liquid burned down her throat on the way to her stomach, wincing slightly.
The next time she crossed paths with Taker, it wasn't going to be pretty. Hell, she did owe him one for first injuring her back and then making her life flash before her eyes. When John continued grumbling, Lavani knew she had to do something because he didn't believe her about being left on the side of the road.
