** I do not own any of these characters. They are either owned by or affiliated with WWE . Lyrics are borrowed from the song "I Saw Red" by Warrant. **
Author's note: Thank you for the reviews! :-)
"Then I saw red
When I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore"
Chris sat on the plane all alone. He was anxious to get home and see Jessica. They had been bickering a lot as of late and he wanted to make it up to her. She was upset with him because he kept going on the road for weeks at a time and not coming home often enough to see her. She had even accused him of having an affair. An affair! He chuckled to himself. Other than a few script-related kisses with Stephanie McMahon, Chris had never even touched another woman since meeting Jessica. Eventually, he had been able to convince her of that and she had calmed down. Things went well for a while until it was time to release Happenstance. He was so busy with wrestling, interviews and promoting the album, that they barely saw each other. When he should have been reveling in his success, he was wallowing in guilt. He missed her all the time and loved her more than she could ever know. Somehow he couldn't convince her of that.
When Vince had asked him to join the European Tour, he was grateful, yet reluctant. He could use the bonus, not to mention a chance to work with the guys over on the Smackdown roster again, but he really wanted to spend more time with his wife. Vince told him that he only needed to be at the PPV itself, to help round out the card, then he could go home.
He had a limo waiting for him when he arrived at the airport. That was one of his favorite perks. He could call for a limo anytime he wanted as long as he was coming from or going to do WWE business. He thought about calling the house first but decided against it, wanting to surprise her. He stopped off at a 24-hour supermarket and picked up a bouquet of flowers just to kiss up a little bit. He smiled as he thought how she'd melt into his arms when he gave them to her. He got back into the limo and couldn't wait to touch her soft, silky skin. He really missed everything about her.
The limo pulled away as Chris carried his bag with him. He opened the front door and looked around. Her car was in the driveway but all of the lights were out. He tossed the keys into the dish on the mantle and dropped his bag onto the floor. There was a single empty wineglass on the cocktail table. She must have had some wine and taken a bubble bath earlier. That was her favorite way to relax. He took off his boots and left them beside the front door. He looked at the clock. It was 11:30 PM. Maybe she was asleep already? It was a Wednesday evening and she had work the next morning.
Smiling, he walked towards the staircase. As he began making his way to the second floor, he heard something. What the hell was that? He stopped, and listened carefully. There was only silence. As he resumed his ascent, he heard it again. This time, he heard it clearly. His stomach cringed. The sound had come from the direction of his bedroom. Upon reaching the landing, Chris looked to his right, towards the two spare bedrooms and main bathroom. All of the lights were out. He then turned left and started walking towards the master bedroom. As he approached the door, he could hear heavy breathing. The sound was deafening. He looked down at his feet, his heart pounding within his chest. A soft yellow light emanated from under the doorway, illuminating the hallway carpet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this?
Gently and ever so quietly, Chris pushed the door open just enough so he could see into the room. Clothes were scattered around the foot of the bed. Then he looked up from the floor and saw his beautiful wife, Jessica before him. She was facing the doorway where Chris stood. Beads of sweat glistened on her stomach as she straddled the man lying in their bed. Chris' heart sank to the floor as he watched his wife arch her back, tilt her head backwards and grind her hips against her lover. He felt sick. The man beneath her was facing away from the door. He couldn't see his face. He felt the urge to rush in, pull her off of him and beat the man to death whilst he lay there. Chris' body was trembling and he couldn't move. He felt defeated and wanted to tear his eyes away from the couple, but he couldn't. A pair of masculine hands then reached up, hungrily cupped her breasts, and then planted themselves firmly on her hips. Chris stared at her face. If she opened her eyes at that moment, she would have seen Chris standing just outside the doorway, in the darkened hallway...but she didn't. Eyes still closed, she leisurely rolled her head to one side. Chris' heart broke as Jessica made an expression that only her husband was supposed to see.
Just as quietly as he had opened it, he pulled the door closed until it was only open enough for some light to escape into the hallway. He felt dizzy as he walked down the hall and down the stairs. He was weak as he took his bag and put it into the music room, along with his boots. Tears started to well up in his eyes. Would she try to lie to him about this? He tossed the flowers into the garbage can. How long had this been going on? He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he walked through the kitchen. Why did she do this? He leaned against the counter, placing his head in his hands. He felt so hurt, so betrayed. He was beside himself, not knowing how to react.
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It was 2:15 in the morning when they finished. She felt so liberated, and so whole. She cared about him a lot, but never planned to see him again and he was okay with that.
After helping him get dressed, she made sure that nothing of his was left in the bedroom. Chris would be home on Friday and she didn't want Chris to know about this. Chris would think that this "fling" was the reason she wanted to leave. It wasn't. She just didn't know how to tell him that although she loved him, she couldn't lead such a different and detached life from that of her husband's.
"You are somthin' else," she murmured as she kissed him passionately. His arms encircled her as he returned her kiss.
"I'll never forget tonight." He whispered in her ear. "I've wanted you for so long." He nipped at her earlobe then brushed his cheek against hers. Their lips found each other again and they kissed, but gently this time. She could sense genuine caring within it. She smiled as she kissed him back. "Me too...Now, you'd better get going."
They talked softly as they descended the staircase. Jessica guided him to the door. He looked at her, standing there in her white robe, not believing that he had just made love to Chris' wife. "Bye," he whispered as he blew her a kiss and turned away from the door. She closed it silently behind him and touched her fingers to her lips.
She gingerly picked up the wineglass that was on the cocktail table and brought it with her into the kitchen. She was lightly humming to herself as she grabbed the bottle of wine out of the fridge. As she savored the taste of the Zinfandel, she started to feel guilty. Chris didn't deserve this. They had been having some rough times lately, but he really had been trying to make her happy. It was too late now. He had been so wrapped up in his own life for so long that he hadn't felt her heart pulling away from his. She put the bottle back into the fridge and leaned against the counter. When did she stop looking forward to his visits? She couldn't remember. The only thing she did know was that her heart couldn't take the constant saying hello then almost immediate goodbye whenever he came home. She grew tired of crying herself to sleep while lying alone in their bed, night after night. He never forgot to call her, but his calls weren't as frequent as they once had been.
It had taken him a few visits to realize that she wasn't the same. She tried to be happy around him so that he wouldn't get depressed and think he was doing something to hurt her. She knew he wasn't hurting her on purpose. Wrestling was his life, but it was too much of his life. There just wasn't enough left for her. Now he was involved with a band and was gone for weeks at a time. She wanted more out of their marriage and knew that Chris was giving her all that he had. It just wasn't enough. He tried to make up for not being around but she was indifferent to his actions. They were both frustrated with each other. They argued more frequently now and when he did come home, he didn't stay very long.
Tonight had been a surprise. She hadn't planned it at all. Jessica had wanted to talk to Chris this weekend when he returned and would try to resolve things civilly between them. She was thinking of moving out, but she wasn't ready for a divorce yet. Then, he entered the picture. After spending some time with him, she realized just how unhappy she had been with Chris. She knew that if she still loved Chris, she wouldn't have responded to her friend's kiss a few weeks ago. At first, she didn't want to be alone with him again. Then she found herself talking to him on the phone every night. Yesterday he had come over to her house so they could talk. They ended up in her bed instead. She closed her eyes. Thinking about him gave her butterflies. She hadn't felt those butterflies when she thought about Chris, not even in the beginning when they had first started dating. She knew she was wrong for what she did, but it was her choice and it only served as confirmation that she wasn't in love with Chris anymore. Chris was still in love with her though, of that she was sure. She didn't think should could ever bring herself to tell him about tonight. It would kill him. She would just talk to him this weekend about their marriage and take it from there.
Jessica finished her glass of wine and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and began washing the glass. A feeling of uneasiness surrounded her. She looked up from the sink through the window and into the backyard. She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her from the darkness. She froze.
There was someone sitting out there on the patio. At first, she pretended not to notice and finished what she was doing. She turned off the water, put the glass on the rack next to the sink and walked quickly away from the window. Her heart was in her throat. She stood motionless on the far side of the kitchen, not knowing what to do next. She heard a few footsteps, then total silence. Boldly, she crept over to the sliding glass doors that lead to the patio. As she looked through the glass, she saw him standing there near the edge of the pool. Jessica opened the door and stepped outside.
"Chris?" She asked innocently. His back was to her as she walked onto the patio. He turned around sharply and met her eyes with a cold, hurtful glare.
"Get the fuck out of my house."
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Chris left the arena shortly after RAW had gone off the air. He drove in total silence, not wanting to listen to the radio. He needed to think. Thinking was all he did lately. He was tired and sore from his match. His nerves were raw as anxiety and anticipation coursed through his veins. Maybe this time he would ask her about him.
The engine slowed as Chris pulled in to a parking space near the entrance of the hotel. Yesterday was the first time they had spoken to each other in three and a half months. He really missed her. He turned off the engine but didn't get out of the car. Why was he so nervous? It was only Jessica. He reminded himself to keep his emotions in check. Every time they had tried to talk to each other, they fought instead. The last time had ended in a screaming match. He wasn't expecting to fight with her again. He hated fighting with her. He wasn't sure what to expect from this "meeting" with her tonight. Could he take her back? He didn't know. Did she even want to come back? He was tearing himself inside out thinking about her. He got out of the car and slammed the door. You can do this, he thought. He wiped his hair away from his face and started walking towards the hotel.
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Author's note: Thank you for the reviews! :-)
"Then I saw red
When I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore"
Chris sat on the plane all alone. He was anxious to get home and see Jessica. They had been bickering a lot as of late and he wanted to make it up to her. She was upset with him because he kept going on the road for weeks at a time and not coming home often enough to see her. She had even accused him of having an affair. An affair! He chuckled to himself. Other than a few script-related kisses with Stephanie McMahon, Chris had never even touched another woman since meeting Jessica. Eventually, he had been able to convince her of that and she had calmed down. Things went well for a while until it was time to release Happenstance. He was so busy with wrestling, interviews and promoting the album, that they barely saw each other. When he should have been reveling in his success, he was wallowing in guilt. He missed her all the time and loved her more than she could ever know. Somehow he couldn't convince her of that.
When Vince had asked him to join the European Tour, he was grateful, yet reluctant. He could use the bonus, not to mention a chance to work with the guys over on the Smackdown roster again, but he really wanted to spend more time with his wife. Vince told him that he only needed to be at the PPV itself, to help round out the card, then he could go home.
He had a limo waiting for him when he arrived at the airport. That was one of his favorite perks. He could call for a limo anytime he wanted as long as he was coming from or going to do WWE business. He thought about calling the house first but decided against it, wanting to surprise her. He stopped off at a 24-hour supermarket and picked up a bouquet of flowers just to kiss up a little bit. He smiled as he thought how she'd melt into his arms when he gave them to her. He got back into the limo and couldn't wait to touch her soft, silky skin. He really missed everything about her.
The limo pulled away as Chris carried his bag with him. He opened the front door and looked around. Her car was in the driveway but all of the lights were out. He tossed the keys into the dish on the mantle and dropped his bag onto the floor. There was a single empty wineglass on the cocktail table. She must have had some wine and taken a bubble bath earlier. That was her favorite way to relax. He took off his boots and left them beside the front door. He looked at the clock. It was 11:30 PM. Maybe she was asleep already? It was a Wednesday evening and she had work the next morning.
Smiling, he walked towards the staircase. As he began making his way to the second floor, he heard something. What the hell was that? He stopped, and listened carefully. There was only silence. As he resumed his ascent, he heard it again. This time, he heard it clearly. His stomach cringed. The sound had come from the direction of his bedroom. Upon reaching the landing, Chris looked to his right, towards the two spare bedrooms and main bathroom. All of the lights were out. He then turned left and started walking towards the master bedroom. As he approached the door, he could hear heavy breathing. The sound was deafening. He looked down at his feet, his heart pounding within his chest. A soft yellow light emanated from under the doorway, illuminating the hallway carpet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this?
Gently and ever so quietly, Chris pushed the door open just enough so he could see into the room. Clothes were scattered around the foot of the bed. Then he looked up from the floor and saw his beautiful wife, Jessica before him. She was facing the doorway where Chris stood. Beads of sweat glistened on her stomach as she straddled the man lying in their bed. Chris' heart sank to the floor as he watched his wife arch her back, tilt her head backwards and grind her hips against her lover. He felt sick. The man beneath her was facing away from the door. He couldn't see his face. He felt the urge to rush in, pull her off of him and beat the man to death whilst he lay there. Chris' body was trembling and he couldn't move. He felt defeated and wanted to tear his eyes away from the couple, but he couldn't. A pair of masculine hands then reached up, hungrily cupped her breasts, and then planted themselves firmly on her hips. Chris stared at her face. If she opened her eyes at that moment, she would have seen Chris standing just outside the doorway, in the darkened hallway...but she didn't. Eyes still closed, she leisurely rolled her head to one side. Chris' heart broke as Jessica made an expression that only her husband was supposed to see.
Just as quietly as he had opened it, he pulled the door closed until it was only open enough for some light to escape into the hallway. He felt dizzy as he walked down the hall and down the stairs. He was weak as he took his bag and put it into the music room, along with his boots. Tears started to well up in his eyes. Would she try to lie to him about this? He tossed the flowers into the garbage can. How long had this been going on? He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he walked through the kitchen. Why did she do this? He leaned against the counter, placing his head in his hands. He felt so hurt, so betrayed. He was beside himself, not knowing how to react.
* * *
It was 2:15 in the morning when they finished. She felt so liberated, and so whole. She cared about him a lot, but never planned to see him again and he was okay with that.
After helping him get dressed, she made sure that nothing of his was left in the bedroom. Chris would be home on Friday and she didn't want Chris to know about this. Chris would think that this "fling" was the reason she wanted to leave. It wasn't. She just didn't know how to tell him that although she loved him, she couldn't lead such a different and detached life from that of her husband's.
"You are somthin' else," she murmured as she kissed him passionately. His arms encircled her as he returned her kiss.
"I'll never forget tonight." He whispered in her ear. "I've wanted you for so long." He nipped at her earlobe then brushed his cheek against hers. Their lips found each other again and they kissed, but gently this time. She could sense genuine caring within it. She smiled as she kissed him back. "Me too...Now, you'd better get going."
They talked softly as they descended the staircase. Jessica guided him to the door. He looked at her, standing there in her white robe, not believing that he had just made love to Chris' wife. "Bye," he whispered as he blew her a kiss and turned away from the door. She closed it silently behind him and touched her fingers to her lips.
She gingerly picked up the wineglass that was on the cocktail table and brought it with her into the kitchen. She was lightly humming to herself as she grabbed the bottle of wine out of the fridge. As she savored the taste of the Zinfandel, she started to feel guilty. Chris didn't deserve this. They had been having some rough times lately, but he really had been trying to make her happy. It was too late now. He had been so wrapped up in his own life for so long that he hadn't felt her heart pulling away from his. She put the bottle back into the fridge and leaned against the counter. When did she stop looking forward to his visits? She couldn't remember. The only thing she did know was that her heart couldn't take the constant saying hello then almost immediate goodbye whenever he came home. She grew tired of crying herself to sleep while lying alone in their bed, night after night. He never forgot to call her, but his calls weren't as frequent as they once had been.
It had taken him a few visits to realize that she wasn't the same. She tried to be happy around him so that he wouldn't get depressed and think he was doing something to hurt her. She knew he wasn't hurting her on purpose. Wrestling was his life, but it was too much of his life. There just wasn't enough left for her. Now he was involved with a band and was gone for weeks at a time. She wanted more out of their marriage and knew that Chris was giving her all that he had. It just wasn't enough. He tried to make up for not being around but she was indifferent to his actions. They were both frustrated with each other. They argued more frequently now and when he did come home, he didn't stay very long.
Tonight had been a surprise. She hadn't planned it at all. Jessica had wanted to talk to Chris this weekend when he returned and would try to resolve things civilly between them. She was thinking of moving out, but she wasn't ready for a divorce yet. Then, he entered the picture. After spending some time with him, she realized just how unhappy she had been with Chris. She knew that if she still loved Chris, she wouldn't have responded to her friend's kiss a few weeks ago. At first, she didn't want to be alone with him again. Then she found herself talking to him on the phone every night. Yesterday he had come over to her house so they could talk. They ended up in her bed instead. She closed her eyes. Thinking about him gave her butterflies. She hadn't felt those butterflies when she thought about Chris, not even in the beginning when they had first started dating. She knew she was wrong for what she did, but it was her choice and it only served as confirmation that she wasn't in love with Chris anymore. Chris was still in love with her though, of that she was sure. She didn't think should could ever bring herself to tell him about tonight. It would kill him. She would just talk to him this weekend about their marriage and take it from there.
Jessica finished her glass of wine and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and began washing the glass. A feeling of uneasiness surrounded her. She looked up from the sink through the window and into the backyard. She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her from the darkness. She froze.
There was someone sitting out there on the patio. At first, she pretended not to notice and finished what she was doing. She turned off the water, put the glass on the rack next to the sink and walked quickly away from the window. Her heart was in her throat. She stood motionless on the far side of the kitchen, not knowing what to do next. She heard a few footsteps, then total silence. Boldly, she crept over to the sliding glass doors that lead to the patio. As she looked through the glass, she saw him standing there near the edge of the pool. Jessica opened the door and stepped outside.
"Chris?" She asked innocently. His back was to her as she walked onto the patio. He turned around sharply and met her eyes with a cold, hurtful glare.
"Get the fuck out of my house."
* * *
Chris left the arena shortly after RAW had gone off the air. He drove in total silence, not wanting to listen to the radio. He needed to think. Thinking was all he did lately. He was tired and sore from his match. His nerves were raw as anxiety and anticipation coursed through his veins. Maybe this time he would ask her about him.
The engine slowed as Chris pulled in to a parking space near the entrance of the hotel. Yesterday was the first time they had spoken to each other in three and a half months. He really missed her. He turned off the engine but didn't get out of the car. Why was he so nervous? It was only Jessica. He reminded himself to keep his emotions in check. Every time they had tried to talk to each other, they fought instead. The last time had ended in a screaming match. He wasn't expecting to fight with her again. He hated fighting with her. He wasn't sure what to expect from this "meeting" with her tonight. Could he take her back? He didn't know. Did she even want to come back? He was tearing himself inside out thinking about her. He got out of the car and slammed the door. You can do this, he thought. He wiped his hair away from his face and started walking towards the hotel.
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