Chapter 5
Corinne paced up and down the wood floor of her new apartment. She couldn't stop the thoughts rampaging through her mind. Why would Jeff go back to Beth? Had there been something going on between them the whole time that her and Jeff were together? Did Jeff ever really love her or simply trying to use her to get back at Beth?
"Oh God!" She thought to herself. "Amy! I have to call Amy." She mumbled as she quickly grabbed the phone and dialed.
"You've got my cell but you haven't got me..." Amy's cheerful voice said then was interrupted by Matt's deeper, more serious voice, "I've got her and if you want her you're gonna have to go through me..." "Shut up Matt! Leave me a message after the beep." Amy's machine played out.
"Fuck...sorry Aims. Where are you? I really need to talk to you right now! Give me a call." She said hurriedly before hanging up the phone and pacing again.
Realizing that Amy was not going to call anytime soon, she grabbed her coat and decided to take a walk. As she closed the door she stopped and looked into her barren apartment. She took a breath and thought to herself...perhaps she had made the right decision to go away...
(Hours Later)
Corinne walked blindly through the damp, dreary streets of London for a few hours. She had absolutely no sense of time and was numb to the cold rain that drenched her coat. Blindly, she turned into the street where her apartment was located and pressed the elevator button. She didn't even realize that there was another man in the elevator with her.
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As the doors slid open to her floor she stared blankly into the hallway, then staggered her way out. The man looked at her strangely, his eyes turning a darker blue as he saw the way she almost stumbled when she reached the door. Concernedly he got out of the elevator to try to see if she would make it inside and quickly ran over to her when she doubled over as though in pain.
"Miss...Are you alright?" He said in a soft English accent when he caught her before she fell to the floor.
"I'm....fine...." She gasped out before gagging as though about to vomit.
"Oh god...miss which one's your apartment?" He asked hurriedly as he reached into her pocket and was relieved to find a key.
"It's four, ugh...seventeen." She gasped out clutching her stomach with one hand and covered her mouth with her other hand.
"Alright lets get you in here." He said hurriedly opening the door, dropping his bags and ran after her as she ran to her bathroom.
Connor Williams watched as she bent over in front of the toilet and began heaving dry gasps of air. He was sure that had she eaten anything at all she probably would have been vomiting everything she had in her stomach. Holding her hair back when she finally began throwing up something liquid he felt her forehead worriedly and was amazed at how hot she was. He had a shitty day from finding out that the position he had been hoping for was going to be filled by some unknown woman and his current boss telling him he would be her second in command. He sure as hell didn't expect this. He frowned when he saw how flushed this woman looked.
"Fever..." He mumbled to himself. He was relieved when she stopped gagging and supported her as she reared back.
"I'm so sorry...I must be sick or something." She mumbled as she flushed the toilet.
"It's alright....umm here why don't you rinse out your mouth...do you have any medicine or something?" He asked worriedly feeling her forehead again.
"No....I just moved in today." She gasped out.
"Oh..." He said trying to think about what he had upstairs in his own apartment.
"Thanks for helping me in here Mr..." She said moaning as she held her head in her hands.
"Connor Williams...just call me Connor." He said half smiling at the situation.
"My name is Corinne....thanks Connor. You can find your way out right?" She mumbled trying to stand up. She dizzily stumbled to the right and he caught her again.
"Look...Corinne....nice to meet you...I'm afraid I can't leave you here alone tonight." He said helping her out of the bathroom.
"I'll be fine...just haven't eaten all day and I guess I'm sick or something." She said trying to stand up alone.
"Even so...my mother would never forgive me if I left a girl all alone when she obviously needs some medicine and some care. Now that were not complete strangers how about taking a trip up to my apartment so I can get some aspirin in you and make sure you don't throw up anymore?"
"Well damn...you English people are nice...but I'm just not comfortable without." She breathed out.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice..." He said as he directed her to the door.
"Now you can just completely forget this night ever happened and never talk to me again in the morning...but until then I'm afraid you and I are just going to have to ignore the fact we just met and I'll take care of you." He said as they walked slowly to the elevator.
She was silent as she rode up the elevator and then began crying when it stopped.
"Look sweetie, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to make sure you're going to be okay alright?" He said his accent getting thicker as his worry grew. He feared that perhaps she wasn't just suffering from a cold or a flu...
"It's not that...it's just...I want to go home but he doesn't want me anymore." She said as they walked to an exact replica of her own apartment door.
"Alright here we go in..." he said frowning at what she had just mumbled through her tears. Carefully he sat her down on the couch and took off her sodden jacket.
'Listen I'm just going to go get you some dry clothes...I'll be right back."
Corinne sat carefully at the couch her head throbbing in pain. A mixture of jetlag, lack of food, hurt from Jeff and an oncoming cold his her all at once. Thinking of Jeff again opened the flood of tears she had been holding since that morning when she had left her apartment.
"Alright now why don't you just go to the bathroom over there and get changed into this." Connor said helping her stand from the couch and directed her to the bathroom.
Inside Corinne looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible. The makeup she had put on the day before was smeared all over her face and she had a flushed sickly complexion due to her fever. Holding on to the sink with one hand she began to slowly take off her clothes only letting go of the sink when she absolutely had too. She made her way out of the bathroom dizzily, wishing to god her head would stop pounding.
"Good I was afraid I was going to have to go in there after you." Connor said when she walked out.
"I'm feeling much better now really..."
"Maybe but you just lie down here and close your eyes. I'll walk you back downstairs in half an hour I promise." He said softly smiling when as soon as she lay down on the couch she began breathing heavily signaling her exhaustion to him. Carefully he placed a blanket over her sleeping form and tip toed up to his own bedroom to go to sleep.
*** By the way...Connor is totally an O/C, I had some questions from friends wondering if he was related to Steve Williams (Stone Cold). But as of now...I don't plan on him having any wrestler relations.
Corinne paced up and down the wood floor of her new apartment. She couldn't stop the thoughts rampaging through her mind. Why would Jeff go back to Beth? Had there been something going on between them the whole time that her and Jeff were together? Did Jeff ever really love her or simply trying to use her to get back at Beth?
"Oh God!" She thought to herself. "Amy! I have to call Amy." She mumbled as she quickly grabbed the phone and dialed.
"You've got my cell but you haven't got me..." Amy's cheerful voice said then was interrupted by Matt's deeper, more serious voice, "I've got her and if you want her you're gonna have to go through me..." "Shut up Matt! Leave me a message after the beep." Amy's machine played out.
"Fuck...sorry Aims. Where are you? I really need to talk to you right now! Give me a call." She said hurriedly before hanging up the phone and pacing again.
Realizing that Amy was not going to call anytime soon, she grabbed her coat and decided to take a walk. As she closed the door she stopped and looked into her barren apartment. She took a breath and thought to herself...perhaps she had made the right decision to go away...
(Hours Later)
Corinne walked blindly through the damp, dreary streets of London for a few hours. She had absolutely no sense of time and was numb to the cold rain that drenched her coat. Blindly, she turned into the street where her apartment was located and pressed the elevator button. She didn't even realize that there was another man in the elevator with her.
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As the doors slid open to her floor she stared blankly into the hallway, then staggered her way out. The man looked at her strangely, his eyes turning a darker blue as he saw the way she almost stumbled when she reached the door. Concernedly he got out of the elevator to try to see if she would make it inside and quickly ran over to her when she doubled over as though in pain.
"Miss...Are you alright?" He said in a soft English accent when he caught her before she fell to the floor.
"I'm....fine...." She gasped out before gagging as though about to vomit.
"Oh god...miss which one's your apartment?" He asked hurriedly as he reached into her pocket and was relieved to find a key.
"It's four, ugh...seventeen." She gasped out clutching her stomach with one hand and covered her mouth with her other hand.
"Alright lets get you in here." He said hurriedly opening the door, dropping his bags and ran after her as she ran to her bathroom.
Connor Williams watched as she bent over in front of the toilet and began heaving dry gasps of air. He was sure that had she eaten anything at all she probably would have been vomiting everything she had in her stomach. Holding her hair back when she finally began throwing up something liquid he felt her forehead worriedly and was amazed at how hot she was. He had a shitty day from finding out that the position he had been hoping for was going to be filled by some unknown woman and his current boss telling him he would be her second in command. He sure as hell didn't expect this. He frowned when he saw how flushed this woman looked.
"Fever..." He mumbled to himself. He was relieved when she stopped gagging and supported her as she reared back.
"I'm so sorry...I must be sick or something." She mumbled as she flushed the toilet.
"It's alright....umm here why don't you rinse out your mouth...do you have any medicine or something?" He asked worriedly feeling her forehead again.
"No....I just moved in today." She gasped out.
"Oh..." He said trying to think about what he had upstairs in his own apartment.
"Thanks for helping me in here Mr..." She said moaning as she held her head in her hands.
"Connor Williams...just call me Connor." He said half smiling at the situation.
"My name is Corinne....thanks Connor. You can find your way out right?" She mumbled trying to stand up. She dizzily stumbled to the right and he caught her again.
"Look...Corinne....nice to meet you...I'm afraid I can't leave you here alone tonight." He said helping her out of the bathroom.
"I'll be fine...just haven't eaten all day and I guess I'm sick or something." She said trying to stand up alone.
"Even so...my mother would never forgive me if I left a girl all alone when she obviously needs some medicine and some care. Now that were not complete strangers how about taking a trip up to my apartment so I can get some aspirin in you and make sure you don't throw up anymore?"
"Well damn...you English people are nice...but I'm just not comfortable without." She breathed out.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice..." He said as he directed her to the door.
"Now you can just completely forget this night ever happened and never talk to me again in the morning...but until then I'm afraid you and I are just going to have to ignore the fact we just met and I'll take care of you." He said as they walked slowly to the elevator.
She was silent as she rode up the elevator and then began crying when it stopped.
"Look sweetie, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to make sure you're going to be okay alright?" He said his accent getting thicker as his worry grew. He feared that perhaps she wasn't just suffering from a cold or a flu...
"It's not that...it's just...I want to go home but he doesn't want me anymore." She said as they walked to an exact replica of her own apartment door.
"Alright here we go in..." he said frowning at what she had just mumbled through her tears. Carefully he sat her down on the couch and took off her sodden jacket.
'Listen I'm just going to go get you some dry clothes...I'll be right back."
Corinne sat carefully at the couch her head throbbing in pain. A mixture of jetlag, lack of food, hurt from Jeff and an oncoming cold his her all at once. Thinking of Jeff again opened the flood of tears she had been holding since that morning when she had left her apartment.
"Alright now why don't you just go to the bathroom over there and get changed into this." Connor said helping her stand from the couch and directed her to the bathroom.
Inside Corinne looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible. The makeup she had put on the day before was smeared all over her face and she had a flushed sickly complexion due to her fever. Holding on to the sink with one hand she began to slowly take off her clothes only letting go of the sink when she absolutely had too. She made her way out of the bathroom dizzily, wishing to god her head would stop pounding.
"Good I was afraid I was going to have to go in there after you." Connor said when she walked out.
"I'm feeling much better now really..."
"Maybe but you just lie down here and close your eyes. I'll walk you back downstairs in half an hour I promise." He said softly smiling when as soon as she lay down on the couch she began breathing heavily signaling her exhaustion to him. Carefully he placed a blanket over her sleeping form and tip toed up to his own bedroom to go to sleep.
*** By the way...Connor is totally an O/C, I had some questions from friends wondering if he was related to Steve Williams (Stone Cold). But as of now...I don't plan on him having any wrestler relations.