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Chapter Fifty-Four: Dave's P.O.V.

I walked back from my match with Maven, still thinking about what had happened earlier. I entered the locker room to find Paul sitting on the couch.

"Dave, great match out there, big guy," he greeted cheerfully.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed I didn't really have the time of patience to deal with this. I really needed to talk to Jess.

"What makes you think I want something?"

"Maybe the fact that you haven't said a word to me since the night of the Rumble."

"I'm sorry about that, Dave. And tell Jess that I apologize and that I deserved everything I got."

"How about you go tell her yourself?"

"Because I know she'd probably listen to you more than she would me."

"And what makes you think that?"

Paul raised his eyebrows. "Trouble in paradise? You should never have gotten serious with her. She'll do nothing but hurt you in the long run."

"What! You were the one the made sure that I got with her. Not to mention you knew I liked her when you thought of this goddamned plan! You forced this on me! You knew I couldn't go through with it without falling in love with her so deep that I couldn't get out even if I tried.

"Love? So the animal has a soft side? Some advice for you big man: ditch the soft side. It'll get you nowhere. And then once you do your mind will be fully focused on what you were sent out to do. And that's keep Evolution on top. Which by the way, you are doing a piss poor job of it. You and Ric have already lost the tag titles, I'm next. That leaves that damn piss ant, Orton."

"You can't ask me to throw all of my feelings for Jessie out the window just for the benefit of Evolution!"

"I'm not asking, I'm telling! Get your head out of your ass and get back on track! Tell your damn girlfriend to change the winner at Wrestlemania! I don't care what you have to do to get her to change her mind! Beat the shit out of her for all I care! Just do something!" he finished ranting and walked out of the locker room.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. As the hot water poured down my face, I heard someone walk in.

"Dave, we need to talk after you're done," I heard Jessie say.

"What?" I asked, pulling back the curtain and pretending not to hear her.

"I said," she began walking towards me, "that we need to talk after you're done."

That's when I grabbed her arm and pulled her in with me.

"How about we talk now?" I asked, pulling her against me and began to kiss her neck.

"This isn't talking," she told me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "But I'm not complaining."

About ten minutes later, I turned the shower off and we both stepped out.

I looked at Jessie as I dried myself off. Her white tank clung to her and was transparent enough to see her light blue bra. Her low-rise jeans looked as thought they were a second skin.

"And what are you looking at?" she questioned, noticing e checking her out.

"I was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world and wondering if those jeans could possibly get any tighter."

She smiled and ran her hands across my bare chest. "If it weren't for Randy and John being in the next room, I'd have you right here, right now."

I looked away from her at the mention of Cena's name. "Yeah, I see your point. Wouldn't want to make John jealous, now would we?"

She brought her hands down and gave me a cold stare. "That's what we need to talk about."