Chapter 21
A half an hour later, Eviana unlocked the motel room her and Jon shared together, stepping inside locking it behind her. She took extra precaution, knowing deep down Bray had followed to see where she was staying in the city. Losing him wasn't hard considering the traffic from all the fans leaving the arena helped them quickly separate on the road. She took several side streets just to be on the safe side, stopping at a small café to grab some food for her and Jon. Setting everything down on the table near the door, Eviana walked over to the bed and smiled down at Jon sleeping peacefully. She reached down to stroke his face with the back of her hand briefly and turned to walk in the bathroom, needing a shower. As soon as the bathroom door shut, Jon's eyes opened, awakening the moment Eviana touched his cheek and pulled her hand away. He missed her touch, thankful she made it back to the motel safely and hoped Bray didn't follow. Sliding out of bed, Jon padded over to the bathroom door and tapped on it gently with his knuckles, hearing the shower going.
"Evie, you alright?" He called through the door, not wanting to startle her by entering without permission.
Eviana didn't hear him. She was too busy scrubbing her skin raw, needing to rid the feeling of Bray's touch off her body. An hour later, Eviana felt clean and Bray-free, retrieving her towel from the rack to wrap around her body. She brushed her teeth and hair before walking out to join Jon, spotting him sitting on the bed with the bag of food in front of him.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" She didn't wait for him to answer and ventured over to her bag, pulling out a nightgown and undergarments to slip on.
"Better." Jon answered, his voice soft and low while his eyes tried not to devour Eviana whole. She was in just a towel – was she trying to kill him? "Did he give you a hard time?" It had been on the forefront of Jon's mind since Eviana left him alone at the motel earlier that day.
"Nothing I couldn't handle." She assured him, stepping back in the bathroom to quickly get dressed and then joined Jon in bed, knowing the time had come where she'd have to tell him about the stipulation change of the match. "We need to talk."
Jon did not like the sound of that, seeing the worry in her eyes and set his food down to give her his undivided attention. "What's wrong, Evie?" A sick sinking feeling formed in the bowels of his stomach, but Jon maintained his composure and waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.
"I gave Bray a new proposition." Eviana confessed, taking Jon's hand and entwined their fingers together, letting that first bit sink into his head a minute.
Arching a brow, Jon could already tell he wouldn't like or approve and sucked in a sharp breath, his ribs still sore. They were definitely not broken or fractured, thankfully. "What are you talking about?" He was almost afraid to ask, feeling the guilt seeping out of her pores. "Eviana…"
Unlinking their hands, Eviana could already hear the anger in Jon's voice and stood from the bed to walk over to the window, staring out of it. "I told him that, instead of putting your career on the line in the match, the winner would…get me." She whispered out those last two words, dropping her head forward.
His jaw literally hit the floor and all Jon could do was stare at her stupefied, wondering if he heard her correctly. Did he have to clean his ears out? Maybe his hear was going out. It had to be. Eviana wouldn't be stupid enough to do what she just confessed, right? Standing from the bed, Jon made his way over to her quicker than he should have, staring down at her acridly.
"Come again?" He waited for her to repeat the confession and gripped his curly hair between his fingers tightly. "Fuck Eviana, why would you do that?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?!"
"I'm not going to allow you to ruin your career because of me, Jonathan!" Very rarely did Eviana use his full birth name, but this time called for it. "This way, if you win, I'm set free for life and you get me completely. I know you'll allow me to make my own decisions, to live my own life, but if you lose, this way, at least you get to keep one thing in this business and that's your damn career! I'd rather give myself to Bray then have you lose the job you love and worked your entire life for!"
"Eviana, either way I'm gonna win." Jon's heart broke at her words because it proved she didn't have any faith in his ability to beat Bray Wyatt. "If Bray wins, I lose my job. Oh well, but he WOULDN'T have your contract. If I win, I retain it." He hung his head, exhaling somewhat shakily. "Is this new one already set in motion?"
"Almost." She whispered out, pulling out the contract from the bag on the table and handed it over to him. "I need your signature on it to make it official though. If you don't sign this, Jon, I'll never forgive you for it." Clicking the pen, Eviana forced it into his hand and pointed to the contract. "Sign it or I'll go to Bray willingly so you don't have to have this match at all. I'll do it; don't think I won't."
She was blackmailing him!? Jon couldn't believe this, shaking his head and set both the contract and pen down on the table, backing away from them. "No!" Couldn't she see how much this shattered his insides to be forced to go along with this? "Trust in me, Evie. I'm not gonna let him do this, to either of us. I can't sign that. Don't make me do it."
"Then I'm going to him willingly." Eviana meant what she said, taking the contract and stuffed it back in her paperwork, tears stinging her eyes. This was the only way to protect Jon and if it meant sacrificing herself, so be it. "I'll call and let him know the match is off and he has my full contract and me, period."
Her own heart broke with every word, but it was the only way to insure Jon's future. Whipping her cell phone out, Eviana began dialing Bray's number, knowing it by heart, only for Jon to rip it out of her hand a second later, smashing it against the wall. Sheer cynicism enkindled his pale blues, turning them dark with barely contained rage as Jon snatched the contract out of the bag and took the pen, hammering it on the table. A few seconds later, Jon's 'DA' signature he used for everything he signed WWE-related showed on the page. He didn't bother reading the contract, shoving it back in Eviana's bag and moved back to the bed sinking down on it with his head in his hands. This was the biggest mistake he could've made in his life, but Eviana had forced his hand. Why couldn't she let him protect her his way, just this once?
"Thank you." Eviana whispered, joining his side on the bed and touched his arm, frowning when Jon pulled it away from her. Not that she blamed him. Look what she just made him do. "Jon, please understand…"
Jon couldn't look at her, not right now, too disgusted with the entire situation. "No. Don't thank me, Eviana." He ordered, clenching his jaw tightly and kept his eyes shut with his head lowered. "What kind of man am I? You don't even fucking trust me to take care of you." Defeat and hurt were just a fraction of the emotions currently raging through his body.
Frustration quickly boiled over and Eviana let it all out, emotions overwhelming her. "It's not your goddamn responsibility to protect me! How many times do I have to say it? I refuse to let you give up your dream job because of ME! I can handle myself; I'm an adult, a grown ass woman! Do you understand me?!"
He didn't bother looking at her, simply sitting there feeling like his world was falling apart at the seams. "Yeah, I got it. And it's not YOUR responsibility to protect me either. What happens to my career, whether I lose it or not, is MY decision! You forced my hand tonight…" Jon accused in a stricken voice, wishing he could make her understand how it made him feel to sign that ludicrous contract.
"You bastard!" Eviana shoved him, not caring about his injuries at the moment and rose to her feet to tower over him for a change. "I can't believe you! You made this stupid match because of ME in the first place. Because you were trying to protect me AGAIN! I changed it. Deal with it or don't go through with the match. I can handle Bray; I've handled him pretty well so far and I'm sure I can continue doing it. Just STOP protecting me, goddamn it!"
"You handled him well so far?" Jon echoed with a derisive snort, finally looking up at her. "You count getting RAPED as handling him well?" He shot back angrily, his own temper flaring quickly. "I made the match because I don't wanna see you hurt, Evie! Damn woman, are you that stubborn? Say what you want, but Bray will NOT play by the damn rules and we both know it!"
That was a low blow, Eviana thought, unable to meet his eyes and felt tears streak down her cheeks. "I know he's not! I'm not that stupid, Jon! I know he's going to try every trick in the damn book, but this way, if you lose it comes back on me, where it should be, instead of you! You'll still have your career, no matter what and that's all I care about right now! He raped me, but I allowed it to happen! I fucking allowed it to happen because I was too exhausted emotionally and physically to fight him off!" She yelled, voice cracking during the rant and could feel a breakdown approaching, tears blurring her vision.
"Exhausted emotionally and physically…Eviana, he took advantage of you and if you tried to fight him, he probably would've done worse!" Jon stood up and stopped her from walking away from him, pulling her in his arms hugging her tightly against him. His ribs were screaming and Jon ignored them, too consumed with the stubborn fool woman in his arms. "Why can't you ever let me do what I feel is right? We really gotta decide who's wearing the pants…"
"Wearing the pants?" That came out of left field, Eviana pulling back to look up at him baffled. "Wow, I didn't know we were together. Did I miss the memo or something?"
Jon smirked in spite of the argument, stroking her back with his fingers. "Whether you like it or not, Evie, we both have a relationship. At least a professional one." He pointed out, resentment no longer in his eyes or voice. "I'm learning not to argue with you – happy? You're too damn stubborn for your own good."
"Good, then you won't be mad at me for making this PROFESSIONAL decision." Eviana retorted, extracting herself from his arms and went over to one of the unopened bags, pulling out a 6 pack of much needed beer.
After the night she had with both Bray and Jon, she needed a few drinks to calm down. Groaning when her cell phone blared, Eviana had a feeling she knew who it was and picked it up, rolling her eyes. Sure enough, Bray's name flashed across the caller ID and she pressed her finger against Jon's lips before answering it, wanting him to be completely silent.
"What do you want, Rotunda?"
"Hello honey, how're you enjoyin' your night?"
"Just fine, and you?" She could hear the cold tone to his voice and knew he was angry she managed to ditch him, using the busy traffic to her advantage. "I'm trying to relax and forget your existence, if you don't mind."
"Keep on dreamin', honey." Bray crooned, chuckling darkly in her ear. "You'll never be rid of me and we both know it. So, are ya enjoyin' your quality time alone or do you have company?" His tone grew dangerous on that last word.
Eviana was mildly amused, knowing Bray wanted to be the one with her instead of being alone in his hotel room, wherever that currently was. "Jealousy is an ugly thing, Rotunda, but I'll humor you. I have company and, what a shocker, it's not you!" She exclaimed, winking over at Jon and rejoined him on the bed. "Makes you crazy to know you can't find me, doesn't it?" She couldn't help taunting him a little.
Jon shook his head at her, knowing she was playing a dangerous game with Wyatt and hoped it didn't bite her in the backside.
"I've already had it – several times." Bray reminded her equably. "And you loved it. That beautiful pussy of yours was always soakin' wet before I got too far. You're a little slut, aren't ya, honey? Tell me, does Jon fuck that cunt of yours the way I do, Eviana hmm? I bet not…I bet that little snot hasn't even made it past kissing those beautiful cocksuckin' lips of yours."
"How many times must I tell you, Rotunda? I'm not fucking Jon, though now that you mentioned it…" Her words trailed off, suddenly sounding intrigued as an idea popped in her mind. Crying out in phony pleasure, Eviana hoped Jon joined in on the fun and made it sound like she was currently being screwed while on the phone with Bray. "Mmm, he does feel MUCH bigger than you…"
Jon's pale blues shot open and he could only try not to grin or laugh, not believing what a ball of fire he had fallen in love with.
"I bet he does." The tone changed back to rage. "Enjoy it, Eviana. I'm plannin' on beatin' that boy down so bad, he'll never be able to fuckin' wrestle again and it'll all be on that pretty little head of yours. How's that sound?"
"Jon can hold his own, believe me. He'll win and then I'll be ALL his. Heart, mind, body and soul. He'll get to fuck me any day of the week, anytime he chooses. I will be his permanently. How does THAT sound, sweet cheeks?" Eviana used the nickname Jon used on her quite a few times, moaning to keep the mind game with Bray believable.
Bray was on the verge of exploding and taking half the state with him, cracking open a beer with a trembling hand. "He can hold his own, huh? Then how is it I keep beatin' his ass every time we run into each other? 10 to 1, the knowledge you think he can't beat me - that you had to step in and offer yourself as bait is drivin' him nuts. Most men don't appreciate a woman steppin' in and makin' them lose face."
Peering over at Jon, Eviana put Bray on speakerphone and decided to let Jon defend himself, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Mmm Jon baby? Do you mind me putting myself on the line in the match coming up between you and this cocksucker on the phone?" She moaned for more effect, nodding at his questionable stare. "Tell Rotunda exactly what you…" Her words trailed off into another long moan before continuing. "Plan on doing to him…" Another pause and breathless moan. "In that match…"
This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Jon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him, his own eyes twinkling mischievously. "Darlin', why waste time describing…" He paused, growling from low in his throat. "Fuck yes! Mmm Evie, you feel awesome…" He smirked, sitting upright on the bed to wrap her legs around his waist and kissed her neck. "His beat down when he knows –Fuck Evie, you're so goddamn tight- he's gonna get his ass handed to him and we have more…" Another hiss-filled groan combined with her moaning spilled through the phone, their eyes locked. "Important things to do right now, like change positions…"
"YOU FUCKIN' COCKSUCKIN' LITTLE WHORE!" Bray erupted, crushing his beer can in his hand and didn't care it spilled all over him.
Eviana continued, her soft moans turning to cries and made it sound as though she really was getting the pounding of a lifetime. "Oh Jon! Oh yes right there! Bray could NEVER hit that spot!" Reaching over Jon's shoulder since he was pressed against the headboard, she started banging it against the wall repeatedly and bounced on Jon's lap to make the bed squeak for added effect. Even leaving a few kisses on his bare chest. "Mmm Rotunda, I need to call you back. I'm in the middle of something here with this new position…" Her voice grew husky and seductive, watching Jon's face turn beat red from trying not to laugh.
A few seconds later, all they heard was a dial tone and both knew Bray had either hung up, shattered his phone or both.
Bray had finally gotten a dose of his own medicine.