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Jessica's POV

I've never been so grateful to be back at my hotel. After Sammy's match I headed straight for my rental and sped off before anyone could find me…especially Phil.

I shed my gear and headed straight for the shower. I let the hot water run over me as I closed my eyes. This has been the hardest night in a long time. I thought back to when he and I first split, how I couldn't be left alone. I had to move in with Chris and he made sure someone was constantly around me. They were so worried that I'd completely unravel, but I bounced back over the years.

I washed my face and my hair and then got ready for bed. I'd definitely feel better after a good nights sleep. I exhaled as my body sank into the mattress. My eyes began to close and I felt myself start to drift.

Until I saw his face and voice in my head. Immediately my eyes shot open.

"I hate you." I said into the darkness. I continued to toss and turn trying to get any sleep I could. At around 2:30 I gave up, I figured there was a gym here I could hit and at this time it would be dead. Just me and my stupid emotions. I got up and changed into leggings, a sports bra, and tied my sneakers. I grabbed a water bottle and towel and headed downstairs to find the gym. When I found the gym I pushed the door open and froze.

There was Phil lifting weights. He turned his head and stared at me as the door shut behind me. I was frozen to my spot, his eyes piercing into my soul. He gave me a small smile and I frowned. He was really smiling at me? Who was he to smile at me? My anger began to grow again. I couldn't leave the gym, that would very obviously tell him that I'm effected by him.

I pulled my gaze away and walked over to a treadmill. He was still looking at me and as I got on the treadmill he opened his mouth to speak. I have never put my Airpods in so fast. Immediately music blasted loud enough for him to hear and he shut his mouth, frowning as he did so.

"Not today Brooks." I thought to myself. I began to run in a way to get all of my aggression out. Every once in awhile I'd take a small peak at Phil. He continued to lift weights staring into the mirror. I noticed that he wasn't really watching his form, but more of me. He stopped with the weights and started to walk towards me. I held my breath as he came to the very treadmill situated next to me. He looked right at me, smirked and took his shirt off before starting his run.

That bastard.

He's deliberately trying to get my attention. He out of all people should know that the last person I want to talk to is him. I've decided that two can play his game and I stepped off the treadmill. I grabbed a barbell, positioned myself directly in front of his treadmill. I turned my music off and squatted right in front of Phil.

A very loud groan came from behind me. It was my turn to smirk as I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes had become darker as he stared at me right back. It was a look I hadn't seen in a very long time…a look of want, need and desire. I shivered.

I kept doing my squats and noticed as I kept going Phil had slowed his treadmill down but his gaze stayed on me and my ass going up and down in front of him. I finished my squats and sat down to stretch. Phil had stopped walking and now was just staring eyes still dark. I knew he was going to try to talk to me soon which means it was time to go.

I pulled my headphones out, got up grabbed my water and headed out the door. Phil grabbed his shirt and was hot on my heels. I realized I couldn't wait, nor would like to be trapped, in an elevator with him so I hit the stairs…he did too.

"Wait!" He called out. I ignored him and started taking the stairs two at a time.

"Please!" He tried again. I kept going until I hit my floor. I played with fire downstairs and now I was dealing with the consequences. I reached my door and fumbled with the key.

"Jessie please, let me talk." He pleaded.

"You don't get to call me that anymore." I spat back I put my key into my door.

"Can I just say…" he began, I walked into my room and closed the door.

"I'm sorry." I heard through the muffled door. I slid down and began to cry, I didn't move and he didn't knock. I had no clue if he was even still out there. After a few moments I stood up and looked out the peep hole…he was gone. I ran to the shower again and by the time I got out there was no use in sleeping. My flight was soon and I needed to gather my things.

I figured I'd go to Florida with Chris and we'd fly to Milwaukee together on Tuesday. I texted Chris who said he'd meet me at my door in 5. I rolled my suitcase to the front door and opened it up.

There on the floor was a bouquet of roses. My eyes teared once again as I pulled the little card off of the plastic.

"Can we please talk? Love, Phil"

"What the fuck is that?" Chris' voice boomed down the hall.

"I, I don't know" I stammered.

"It better not be from him." He growled ripping the card from my hands. "I'm going to kick his teeth down his throat!

"Chris please, calm down." I begged.

"He put love? What does he know about love? He can't possibly love you after what he did!" My brother yelled again, his last line hit a nerve.

"Chris please, just stop!" I pleaded my voice cracking. My brother's eyes softened.

"Let's just go before anything happens. We'll deal with this Wednesday night." He exhaled and began walking down the hall, I grabbed the roses and followed him softly sniffling.

~Phil's POV~

I don't know what I expected. Did I really think she'd come running to me hearing I was divorced? I mean she surprised me by not leaving the gym, but did I push it too far? I probably shouldn't have gone to the treadmill right next to her…or take my shirt off.

But you know what, she teased me too and I personally think her teasing was a lot worse. I figured that with her doing what she did she might be open to talk to me. It was clear from the tone of her voice and the tremble that she wasn't. After her door closed I ran downstairs to the hotel gift shop and purchased the largest bouquet of roses they had. I scribbled a note on the back of a business card and signed it love…because I do still love her and I will show her that.

I ran back to her room, placed the flowers down and waited. After about an hour I heard her door open and I watched her pick the note up. Her face changed as she read it…I began to tear up too until I heard Chris' voice come from down the hall…fuck.

"What the fuck is that?" Chris' voice boomed down the hall.

"I, I don't know" she stammered.

"It better not be from him." He growled ripping the card from Jessica's hands. "I'm going to kick his teeth down his throat!

"Chris please, calm down." Jess begged.

"He put love? What does he know about love? He can't possibly love you after what he did!" Chris yelled again. I swallowed hard, he was right…I couldn't have been any worse to her than I was.

"Chris please, just stop!" She pleaded, her voice cracking. Chris stopped.

"Let's just go before anything happens. We'll deal with this Wednesday night." He exhaled and began walking down the hall, I watched Jess grabbed the roses and followed Chris softly sniffling behind him. I held my breath so they wouldn't notice me hiding by the ice machine. When they were out of sight I exhaled.

"Fuck." I whispered. I started the walk back to my room, the room I rented just to run into her. I began to think who I could call that could help me get to Jessica. I thought back to last night when I saw her in the crowd. Moxley was comforting her…Moxley…Renee! Her and Jessica are great friends as are Renee and I.

I pulled out my phone and texted Renee.

"Call me when you can, I need your help."

"Can I bet money it has to do with what Jon told me last night?" She responded quickly. I chuckled and called. She picked up quickly.

"If I knew you were awake I would have called first instead of texting." I said.

"I have a new born Phil, sleep is not something that happens at the moment." She said laughing, "So let me guess, you're calling about Jessica?"

"How'd you know?"

"Jon called and told me how Jessica sat there and watched you in the ring, he said she was torturing herself and he felt terrible."

"Don't tell me that." I said, swallowing hard.

"You have to hear it Phil. You hurt her really bad, you signing with her company and being around her is tough for her. Just because you want her back doesn't mean she wants you back." She said.

"How do you know she won't take me back? She told you?" I asked.

"I'm not telling you that, it's not my place to say."

"Have you spoken to her?"

"Not since Tuesday, and no she didn't mention you." Renee said.

"Damn." I sighed.

"Phil her life doesn't revolve around you anymore. She has other interests and motivations."

"How do I become her interest again?" I asked.

"Give her time Phil. She has a lot to sort out being around you again. Just be patient." She said.

"I can't."

"You have to." In the back I heard Nora crying, "See even Nora thinks you need to be patient! I gotta go Phil it's feeding time."

I smiled, "Kiss the little monster for me."

"I will, take it easy Phil." And with that she hung up.

Patient? I can't be patient, I have to make her see how sorry I am and how much I still love her.

I figured I'd let them have a little fun with each other before they spoke. Now they've had contact and its not good, Chris is pissed and Renee says Phil needs to wait… but can he? Thanks for reading!