Chapter 55

Jon wanted to make sure to leave himself all over her.

It was stupid and very male egocentric and he knew it, but there it was. Not that either of them seemed to be regretting all those trysts, except maybe his balls. They felt really light and it was weird.

Chacia's cell went off, showing Private Caller. She didn't answer it. A few seconds later, it did it again. And again. And again. When she finally answered, there was nothing except malicious laughter. "POISON! POISON!" The person laughed maniacally before hanging up.

"What the fuck?" Chacia frowned, looking down at her phone and reacted out of instinct when someone came up behind her, swinging around to punch whoever it was.

"WHOA!" Jon BARELY missed her fist whizzing past his head, stumbling back and stared at her wide-eyed. "What the HELL, Chacia?!"

Chacia was trembling from head to toe, tears stinging her eyes and socked him in his arm, clutching her chest with her free hand, the phone pressed in her palm. "You stupid asshole, you scared the shit out of me!" She shouted, out of panic more than anything and blinked as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, not meaning to lash out the way she had. "I-I'm sorry…god…" Tossing her cell phone on the bed, Chacia slid her fingers through her hair and tried to calm down, taking several deep breaths.

Obviously, something had triggered her, and Jon walked over to take her hands in his, not taking offense to be called a stupid asshole because she had sounded more scared than pissed off. "What happened, Chacia?" He asked quietly, guiding her down onto the bed and didn't let go of her hands. When she winced at the sound of her cell going off, he frowned, glancing down at it. Private Caller again. "Chace?"

Ignoring Jon, she answered the phone and began screaming at the top of her lungs, her vocal cords straining. "STOP CALLING ME, YOU WORTHLESS, SPINELESS, PATHETIC, SACK OF SHIT! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, AND ALL THAT'S HOLY, IF I FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE, I'M GONNA BEAT THE HOLY LIVING HELL OUT OF YOU! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU EAT MY FIST AND SPIT OUT MY GODDAMN BOOT LACES, YOU FUCKING COWARD! STOP CALLING AND FACE ME, GODDAMNIT!" Hauling off, Chacia threw her phone as hard as she could against the wall and watched in satisfaction as it SMASHED into pieces, scattering all over the place.

A second later, Jon's phone went off, private caller. He answered it cautiously. "Hello?"

"What the HELL is Chacia's problem?"

"Stephanie?!" His blue eyes widened. "What…it says…Private Caller, and… YOU were calling her?"

"I'm using Google Hangouts on my laptop, Dean. My oldest has my cell phone at the moment." Some virtual reality game the girl had wanted to try out. "It automatically dials out as 'private', so… again, what the hell?"

Chacia heard that and all the color drained out of her face, her own eyes nearly bugging out of her head. Sweet Jesus kill me now, she thought, sinking down on the bed and buried her face in her hands, knowing she was fired. She was SO fired! Screaming all of that to her BOSS?! Chacia was mortified and felt like crawling in a hole and dying. When Stephanie demanded to talk to Chacia, she shakily took the phone and put it to her ear, swallowing hard. What the HELL was she supposed to say to this irate woman?

"I-I'm sorry…" She said in barely above a whisper, her entire body cringing while Jon just shook his head at her.

Fortunately for her, that call had NOT been made on the same cell phone her daughter was using and Stephanie had a Bluetooth earpiece in, so her daughter hadn't heard the things Chacia had screamed. If she had, Stephanie might have immediately lost her temper. Not that she had appreciated having all that screamed at her either. However, she decided to give Chacia the benefit of the doubt and gave the woman a chance to explain herself.

"I am aware…" Stephanie began slowly, her tone stern even though she was trying to lighten it. "That you've been having issues with this stalker." Which was the saving grace here. "So, I am going to let all of that slide. I apologize that the number came up as private. It's an automatic feature that I didn't think to turn off. Again, you have my apologies. What did I just miss?"

Chacia felt even worse for Stephanie apologizing to her and lowered her eyes, explaining what happened in a quiet voice, prior to Jon's return. "When the phone rang again, I instantly thought it was the stalker asshole again and I…snapped." Another hard swallow. "I-I'm going to have my number changed…and hopefully, whoever this is, won't get my new number and nothing like this will ever happen again." She also had to get a new phone anyway, so more than likely she would've gotten a new number.

Chacia was going to wind up paranoid.

Not that she blamed her, but she needed Chacia's head in the game since they had just signed her on. "Maybe it'd be best if we kept you off the television until this is resolved…" Stephanie would have to talk to Paul and see what he thought. From her understanding from Larry, Chacia was usually pretty calm and collected. "When you do update your phone number, we'll keep it out of the WWE system, just in case." The very idea that one of hers was doing this was both insulting and terrifying, but she had to be a realist.

"I assure you, Stephanie, I can do my job when needed. I won't let you down. Please, give me a chance first to prove it to you. I did not mean to go off on you, I really thought it was the stalker again." Chacia remained cool, calm and collected throughout that statement, holding her breath while Stephanie was silent for a couple of seconds on the other end.

"You sure you can do this?"

"Without a doubt, yes. I won't let this interfere with my job and I won't answer my phone like that ever again. Lesson learned."

Stephanie was silent again, tapping her nails against her chin and decided it couldn't hurt to give this woman a chance to prove what she said. "All right, we'll continue on as we have, but anything that happens with this stalker asshole, I want to know about it. Are we clear?"

"Yes Stephanie, I understand."

"Good, I'll be in touch."

Chacia blew out a very large breath when the call ended and shut her eyes, trying to will the tears away. That could've ended her career before it even started in the WWE. She handed Jon's phone back to him and walked out of the room, needing some much-needed air. That had scared her worse than the stalker asshole calling and Jon coming in combined.

That could have been a disaster and Jon wasn't surprised when he got a text message from Stephanie, letting him know she wanted him to keep an eye on Chacia and her mental state. He felt like he was being a spy or something, keeping tabs on his girlfriend and reporting back, but he also understood why. Stephanie wanted what was best for business as well as Chacia. Groaning, he sank down onto the bed figuring he would let Chacia have a moment to clear her head.

Chacia stayed out there for a while, sitting on the lounge chair staring up at the stars, contemplating her next move with the stalker. Whoever it was had pushed her past her breaking point tonight. Why couldn't they leave her alone? Why did they not want her signing with WWE or with Jon? Why was Jon poison to them? Or maybe they meant Jon was poison to her. She didn't know and it confused the hell out of her. Chacia shut her eyes and wound up falling asleep under the stars, her face streaked with dry tears.

Jon eventually went to go collect Chacia after she hadn't returned within what he considered to be a reasonable amount of time, frowning at the sight of her curled up onto a lounge chair. What the hell… shaking his head, he stooped to carefully pull her into his arms, the frown fading as she smiled and nestled her head right into his chest. Even in her sleep, she knew him and sought him out; that right there told him the woman was insane, falling for a guy like him. All Jon had done was bring her pain and this stalker was probably his fault too. No, he wasn't going to think about that right now. Jon carried Chacia inside and to the bed, gently laying her down. There were tracks streaking her face where tears had been shed and he brushed his thumb along her cheek.

"I love you." He whispered, bending down to kiss her temple.

Vowing to find out who was tormenting her, Jon planned on killing the person when they revealed themselves.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, hearing him and a soft smile crossed her face as she looked up at him, stroking his bearded face with the back of her hand. "I love you too, Jon…" Chacia murmured, letting out a loud yawn and blinked a few more times to clear her blurred vision. "I-I fell asleep outside, didn't I?" She blushed when Jon nodded and sat up a little more, looking over at the bags by the door, all packed ready to go. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stay outside as long as I did. Much less fall asleep. Staring up at the sky at the stars and moon helped clear and calm my mind down. Sorry about earlier too…nearly clocking you, again."

"Don't be sorry, darlin'." He waved her words aside, though it was good that she had apologized.

It was just one of the many things he admired about her. It was also one of the things that made him kick himself in the backside a lot. She wasn't afraid to admit when she was wrong. Chacia really was too good for the likes of him. It seemed like this stalker person wasn't necessarily wrong, providing he or she meant Jon was poison.

Maybe he was.

"I shouldn't have been so quiet coming up behind you like that." In retrospect, not his finest moment. "You feel better?" He asked quietly, knowing she said it had calmed her mind, but… he still wasn't sure. Chacia had totally lost her temper and he was double-checking to make sure she was all right.

"Yeah…" Chacia heaved a sigh and held his hand, playing with his fingers while trying to get her foggy mind to clear a bit more. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared because I am, Jon. I'm really scared about this stalker asshole and I just wish he, she, whoever would go away and leave me alone. Because I'm with you for the long haul." She looked up at him, the conviction and promise of those words swirling through her hazel orbs. "I'm not going anywhere. If you're poison, then so be it, I'll be poison right along with you. I know I nearly blew my career today with my actions and from now on, I won't lash out and keep a level head. I don't really know what got into me tonight other than the phone call scared me and then when my phone went off not even 30 seconds later again…it was an instinctive reaction. I just can't let this asshole get to me and I must stay focused on what's important in my life. This stalker can go fuck themselves for all I care, they're not going to ruin me, or you, or anything we have going for ourselves. I won't allow it."

It wasn't himself Jon was worried about.

He had dealt with crazy fans and insane stalkers in the Indies. Women had carved his ring name into their flesh. He had been stalked and jumped by psychos. He had even come into hotel rooms to find women waiting on him, naked, and hopped up out of their minds usually. This was an entirely new ballgame for Chacia and, considering she had literally just signed her contract and this asshole, whoever he or she was, had been doing this for a while now, just seemed personal. Someone had it out for her. That boggled him. The woman was pure gold, inside and out, he couldn't fathom someone hating her so much. Or maybe they hated her being with him, as egotistical as that sounded.

"You panicked and acted on instinct, just like any other normal person would, Chace." He reassured her. "Stephanie understands that." Jon also bet Stephanie made sure people knew who was calling if she used that google thing again. "We've got this, darlin', we're going to beat whoever this is."

"Yeah, we will. Just like me and you will get through this weekend being apart from each other." She pressed her finger against his lips with a smile. "I know you're worried about Colby, but you don't need to be. Because if he tries anything, I'm gonna knock his ass out. He shouldn't have taught me CrossFit because it will backfire on him if I have to defend myself. And you can BELIEVE that." Laughing when Jon tackled her to the bed, Chacia had stolen Joe's line and used it on him, making him blow raspberries on her neck. "Jon, stop it!" She squealed out, trying to get away from him and he lifted her shirt to do the same thing, making her laugh harder.

Jon still was on the fence about Colby. He didn't think the idiot was capable of physically harming a woman, especially Chacia and he pitied any man who tried. He had been there and nearly gotten knocked out for his efforts. Jon could only imagine what she would do in a life or death situation. It was the obvious affection Colby had for her, the longing the man barely hid half the time, that was what bothered him. Colby, if he was stalking her, seemed the kind to do it with love notes and frozen yogurt. He snorted, clearing that mental image and kept right on with the raspberries, finally feeling her fingers pinching the tips of his ears. He nipped at her instead, just below her navel and felt her automatically suck in her stomach with a gasp.

That was much better as Chacia closed her eyes, getting lost in Jon's touch and mouth teasing her skin and lower extremities.