Chapter 36

WrestleMania came and went with Joe winning the WWE World Heavyweight Championship from Brock Lesnar, who was on his way back to the UFC. Everyone was happy to finally have an actual champion on the roster again instead of a part-time that only showed up once every couple months. Jon was in a stellar ladder match for the Intercontinental championship that stole the show, managing to snatch it before anyone could stop him. Both walked out of the biggest pay-per-view event of the year with gold and smiles on their faces. On the outside, it looked like Jon and Joe had their lives in control and were the happiest men on planet earth. However, behind closed doors they were miserable, missing their exes more than they were willing to admit.

Renee did what she could for Jon, but could see him teetering dangerous close to a downward spiral. He hardly slept, worked out way too much with Joe and spent his nights either drinking heavily or screwing ring rats. She was worried about him, knowing this all stemmed from the pain Kinsley caused by lying. Granted, after she cooled down a little and got over the initial shock of her niece being a spy for the owner of WWE, Renee understood why Kinsley had to keep it a secret. She wanted to talk to her niece and make things right, but Kinsley gave her the cold shoulder whenever they crossed paths in the hallways. Very rarely was Kinsley spotted because her new position in the company kept her busy and secluded in her office. Something had to be done about Jon before he ruined everything he worked his entire life for.

"We need to talk." Renee stated, stepping into Kinsley's office the night after WrestleMania and saw the stack of DVDs on the desk, blocking her niece's face. "It's about Jon."

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?" Kinsley remarked coolly, jotting down some notes while finishing watching another DVD of a possible talent the WWE was thinking of contacting to hire. "I'm busy."

Scowling, Renee didn't appreciate her niece's attitude and swiped the DVDs on the floor, both women glaring at each other. "I don't give a damn if you're busy or not. Don't forget who got you this job, even if I only knew about half of it." She held her hand up, not allowing Kinsley to speak. "You know, I came in here to talk to you about not only Jon, but also apologize for what I said to you. It was out of line. I'm woman enough to admit when I've made a mistake, are you?"

"What do you mean?" Kinsley muttered, folding her hands on top of the desk.

Renee shook her head, wondering if Kinsley blatantly ignored what was going on with Jon or was blind to it. "With Jon. I know your career comes first and all that shit, but you made a big mistake by not being honest with him. Yes, it was for your job and I get that, but either you don't understand or you don't know about Jon's past relationships in the Indies."

"No, I really don't care about his past relationships either. I'm not going to pay for what some bitch in the Indies did to him. I did my damn job, that's all. Renee, he didn't even give me a chance to explain anything. He just…" Kinsley could feel the tears swelling in her eyes, looking away from her Aunt to stare back at the laptop screen. "He tossed me out of his life like I was a piece of trash and broke my heart. And it's crystal clear to me, you're on his side."

"Kins…" Renee frowned, hearing the distress in her niece's voice for the first time and wished there was something she could do to fix this mess. "Maybe if you just talk to him…"

Slamming the lid to her laptop shut, Kinsley stood up and ripped the cord from the wall, winding it hastily around her arm. "What's the point when he doesn't believe my feelings for him were real anyway? He's been fucking every woman who bats an eyelash at him and don't think I haven't noticed it. I see everything. So he can go on with his playboy ways and I hope he finds happiness someday, but it won't be with me. I'm done with this conversation. I'm going back to the hotel and don't talk to me about Jon again unless it's professionally related."

"Kinsley, I love you!" Renee called out before she could open the door, tears of her own falling. "I'm so sorry for what happened and…I just want us to be how we used to. I miss my niece. Please forgive me."

She wanted to. Kinsley wanted to turn around and fall into her Aunt's arms sobbing her broken heart out, but she couldn't. "We're fine, Auntie." She lied, hoping that soothed Renee a little and walked out, leaving her Aunt standing in the middle of her office.

"Why don't I believe that?" Renee whispered to herself, wondering if backing Jon was the best idea anymore.

"Wow, you really let your Aunt have it, huh?"

"She deserved it. Trying to make me feel bad for the asshole that broke my heart. Fuck that, he's screwing everything in sight and I'm supposed to be the one to crawl on my hands back to him? No, not happening." Kinsley immediately called Maura as soon as she got back to the hotel from the Smackdown! taping, currently moisturizing her legs with her favorite apricot scented lotion. "Enough about that, how are you feeling, sweetie?"

"Besides peeing every 5 minutes and having massive cravings for Chinese food, I'm fine." The morning sickness had subsided thankfully, though having twins made the pregnancy go by twice as fast since she had to deliver them earlier than normal. "You're going to be home tomorrow, right?"

Kinsley smiled, knowing Maura missed having her around because of the loneliness. "Yes, I have my flight booked tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Though, if you want I can try to book an earlier one…"

"Nope, I'm good with 8 AM. I probably won't be up until noon, depending if these demon spawns let me sleep tonight." Maura chuckled, no malice in her voice when it came to talking about her precious babies. She was officially moved into Kinsley's condo, having most of her things shipped from Pensacola. "Oh, I do have a job interview tomorrow at 2. Almost forgot to tell you that."

"Alright, where at?" Kinsley was hesitant to let Maura work right now because of the pregnancy being high-risk, but wouldn't tell the woman what she could and couldn't do either.

Maura heard the concern in her friend's voice, sighing softly. "It's a telephone operator for a phone company. I'll have headaches from people ticking me off, but the pay and benefits are good and my hours are flexible. If I get the job, that is."

"Just remember you can't do anything strenuous until after the twins are born." Kinsley reminded her gently, placing her lotion on the nightstand and stood up from the bed to pad over to the freezer to grab some ice. "Damn it."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. Worthless hotel forgot to refill my ice machine while I was at the arena tonight." Kinsley shut the freezer door and grabbed the bucket, holding it under her arm.

"A-holes."

Kinsley laughed at Maura censoring her language and knew that was her influence, grabbing her robe to slip it on. "Yeah, they are assholes." She knew the twins couldn't hear her since Maura had an earpiece in her ear. "Alright woman, I'm getting off the horn and going down to get some ice. You need to get your ass in bed and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes Mom." Maura sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes when Kinsley growled and laughed, snuggling further down in bed. "I'm already in bed, don't worry. And hey, don't let Renee get to you. I'm sure she means well and is trying to help, just not the right way."

The women hung up with each other just as Kinsley stepped out of her room and froze at the sound of giggling coming down the hallway. She made the mistake of turning her head to see where it was coming from and felt her heart shatter all over again at the sight of the man she loved with another woman in his arms. A half-dressed fiery redhead that clung to his side and her giggle grated on Kinsley's nerves. She wanted to stick the rat's head in a toilet and drown her just so she didn't have to hear the giggling. Jon looked up from whatever the rat whispered in his ear and spotted Kinsley watching them, their eyes locked. Even being partially down the hall, it was close enough to notice the pain on Kinsley's face and he watched her head down to the ice machine. The overwhelming urge to follow her consumed Jon and he ended up sending the redhead packing, claiming he wasn't in the mood for sex that night.

"But Dean…" She whined, stroking his t-shirt covered chest and turned his attention back on her. "Come on, baby, I'll make it more than worth your while to fuck me."

Under normal circumstances, Jon would've been all over her, but the only woman he wanted in his bed that night was Kinsley Moore. He couldn't stop thinking about her or the intense talk they had a week ago at her condo. Jon berated and kicked himself multiple times after finding Kinsley had no intentions of revealing Maura's involvement in the Mail-Order Bride scheme. He should've listened to her and instead his stubbornness took over, making his pea-sized brain unable to comprehend what he was doing. Tossing Kinsley out of his life was the worst mistake Jon ever made and he intended to make it right, by any means necessary.

"No, leave now." Jon ordered, extracting the redhead from him and pushed her into the elevator just as the doors opened, making her nearly collide with John Cena and his girlfriend, Nikki Bella. "Sorry!"

Then he sprinted down the hallway, stopping a few feet from the ice machine and simply watched Kinsley shoveling ice into the bucket. The smell of apricots infiltrated his senses and permeated the air, making Jon heady. It was her lotion; Jon remembered enjoying the scent because it made him hungry for her. Her hair was now waist length, wrapping around her slim hips perfectly with the natural curls coming out since it was drying. She must've just showered. He noticed the robe she had on was mid-thigh and no material hung loosely below it, so chances were Kinsley was either naked underneath or wore little clothing. Both possibilities made his dick jump in his tight jeans, pale blues clouding over.

Kinsley turned around a few minutes later, not sensing anyone behind her until startled violet eyes met cloudy ocean blue. "What the hell, Ambrose?!" She clutched her chest along with the bucket, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. He scared the hell out of her!

"Sorry." No he wasn't. A smirk curved his lips as Jon stepped forward and Kinsley instantly took one back. "Still giving me the cold shoulder, eh?"

"Was it that obvious?" Kinsley snorted, moving her hair to rest over her shoulder and tried stepping past Jon, but he blocked her path. "Get out of my way, Ambrose. I'm tired and don't have time to play your games. Besides, don't you have someone to occupy your time with?"

Jon knew she was referring to the redhead she caught him with and took another step toward Kinsley, sliding his tongue over his top lip. "Not when it's you I wanna occupy my time with." Gripping her upper arms, he pulled her against him and tried capturing her mouth, but Kinsley was too quick turning her head to where his lips caught her cheek.

"Tough." Kinsley shoved him away from her, mustering up enough strength to do it and wiped her cheek off, not knowing where his mouth had been. "You should've thought about that before treating me like a piece of shit for doing my job. What kills me is the job had nothing to do with you, but you still felt the need to end our relationship, fling or whatever we had. YOU made that decision, not me. So go fuck yourself and find someone else to occupy your time with. I'm not interested."

Stalking past him, Kinsley didn't get very far because Jon clutched her upper arm, stopping her from leaving and pulled her back to stand in front of him. "Not so fast, darlin'."

The alcohol on his breath combined with his natural scent blew in her face, intoxicating Kinsley. No! She had to fight him off, feeling her back collide with the nearest wall by the ice machine and hauled off, slapping the taste out of his mouth. "Don't fucking touch me." Kinsley hissed angrily, tears burning her eyes by now. "You lost that right when you tossed me away."

Her hand colliding against his face only set Jon's blood on fire further and before Kinsley could stop him, his mouth crashed down on hers. Kinsley's screams were muffled by his mouth, her nails clawing and scratching his shoulders, trying to do what she could to get him off of her. It was no use. Tasting each other for the first time in nearly 3 months sent both of their minds reeling and any thought of pushing Jon away flew out the window. Jon growled, feeling Kinsley submit to him and lifted her up, those gorgeous soft legs wrapping around his waist so he could cart her back to his room. It was closer than hers. The moment his tongue touched hers, Kinsley was hooked and got to work once they were in the confines of his room, his hands tearing her robe open. Just as Jon suspected, she was indeed naked beneath it and he allowed her to remove his leather jacket and t-shirt, shoving her forcefully down on the bed.

Hours later after Jon passed out, Kinsley lay beside him with silent tears coursing down her cheeks. She couldn't believe she just had sex with her ex-boyfriend, the bastard who smashed her heart into smithereens! There was no way she could stay here and besides, Kinsley had a flight to catch. It was just past 6 AM, so she was running late to catch her 8 AM flight home anyway. Pulling the robe back on and tying it tightly around her waist, Kinsley exited Jon's room making the walk of shame back down to her own to pack her things. An hour later, she sat in the airport and couldn't stop crying, sobbing uncontrollably because of what transpired between her and Jon.

What the hell did she just do?