A/N: Sorry its taken so long just for me to put a chapter up. I have UPDATED! FINALLY! I'am SO proud of myself. -gives myself a cookie-. I had thoughts about quitting this story since its been forever but I couldn't let it go because its my first fic and I just couldn't ya know?

Its been awhile so lets do a quick recap of what happened so far. Basically John and Torrie hooked up one night at a houseshow. Its been over a week and John hasn't seen or heard from Torrie since. The reason to that is because she is hiding from him afraid of what might happen between them. At this point of the story they are really great friends and she didn't want to ruin a good friendship. However at a taping of SmackDown John finally sees Torrie in the hallways and she was kissing Peter (Billy Kidman) who is her soon to be ex-husband. This leads John at a rampage and what about Torrie? Well you'll see in this chapter.

Well hope that covers everything! Please read/review because I love getting them.

kisses, hugz, and jorrie luv

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Chapter 7: Dealing With The Devil

The satisfaction didn't last long. The moment Torrie entered his mouth and gave in the process she didn't feel anything. A kiss was something that gives and it gave her nothing but a desire to push Peter away. She wished she hadn't come to him and wished she had called him instead. Yep, that probably would of been a better choice. Here she was in the middle of the hallway kissing her soon to be ex husband. Was anyone around? What would the whole locker room think of this? Even better, what would Stacy say? Peter now kissed her more deeply, putting his arms around her and pulling her close.

Torrie made the effort to push him away but he didn't lose his hold and was continuing to stick his tongue deep inside her throat. The kiss wasn't pleasant, blissful, and wanted. It was forceful, hard, and just didn't feel right. She felt like she was kissing a stranger rather than the person she was married too for over a year. Peter had became that stranger eight months ago. His sudden change of attitude towards her made the road towards a happy married difficult and above all challenging. She thought she can tolerate his disturbing behavior but after three months of dealing with his change, she had enough.

She suddenly realized Peter's lips had moved and were now kissing her at the juncture her of jaw and neck. She shrivered a little bit as he flicked his tongue across the sensitive skin on her neck. His hands gently rake through her long blonde strands and then went around her waist and slowly made its way to cup her apple bottom.

No. She thought not liking it like she did before.

"Peter..." She calls silently.

No answer. The only response that she got was a tighter grip on her ass and his tongue sucking forcefully on the waistline of her neck. He was like a blood thirsty vampire determined to drain all the blood out of his faultless victim.

"Peter." She calls this time louder. She had thought he didn't hear her the first time.

Still no answer. Peter seemed to be busy with her neck.

"PETER!"

This time she had pushed him off her and he flung back towards his locker room almost losing his balance due to her hard push. She was overtalled him by a few inches and sometimes had the strength to push him off his feet.

Peter licks his lips before he walks towards her. They stand close looking deeply into each other's eyes until he grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed his lips against her's again. She felt his tongue dive into her mouth forcing her lips to open so it can slid in. Torrie sealed her lips shut and prevented the thing from coming in again.

"Stop it!" She screams slapping him on the back trying to make an escape as she wiggles through him.

"Tor, baby listen." He says as soon as he stopped his attempt in kissing her again.

"Let go of me!" She demanded.

"Fine, fine." He replies back doing what she said as he let her loose.

Torrie backs away from him looking like a scared little girl who just been slapped by her father. She wipes her lips feeling his saliva wet on them.

"What is wrong with you?" Peter asked.

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Your hot one minute and cold the next. What are you trying to do? You came over here to tease me? Are you teasing me?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Your the one who came on to me!" She corrects.

"But you kissed back Tor." He reminds her. "I came onto you because you wanted it. I saw it in your eyes."

She shakes her head. "No, I didn't want it."

"Then why did you kiss back?"

"Cause I-I..." She chokes on her words not knowing what to say. The truth was she didn't know why. It just sort of happened and she couldn't pull away.

"Because your a fuckin tease?" He suggested.

"I wasn't teasing you!" She snaps.

"Don't lie, I know you still want me." He cockily says grinning coming close to her again. "We can work it out baby if that's what you want."

She backs away before he can lay his hands on her. "What I want? I'll tell you what I want. I want my fuckin divorce!" and with that she stormed away angrily not bothering to look back at him.

She pulls her tears back trying not to cry, something she wanted to do earlier when she had laid her eyes on Peter for the first time in months. Not cried because she was upset or angry but cried because she missed him and would of gave anything to see his face again, but she had to force herself to stop feeling for Peter. She couldn't believe how her emotions affected her actions. She hated him whenever he wasn't around but when he's there in the scene her emotions shift and she loves him again. This has to stop. She thought to herself knowing that the unwanted kiss would start trouble if it was seen by anyone espeically John Cena.

Torrie closed the door slowly behind her and then leans her back on the closed door. She looks around at the surrounding walls of her locker room and nothing was beating alive but Chloe who sat comfortably on the sofa playing with a small rubber ball and the clock above her head which ticked the time away.

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Anger...Guilt...Hurt...

Those were the words that would perfectly describe how he was feeling. Hurt because of what he witnessed earlier between Torrie and Peter, anger because he couldn't believe she would sink that low, and guilt because he was now blaming himself for feeling this way. He figured if he hadn't kissed her that night or took her to his locker room he wouldn't be sitting here at the hotel's bar drowning down his fifth glass of hard liquor by himself looking like a complete loser.

It had been over an hour since the encounter with the unpleasant sight of Torrie kissing Peter. Since then he's been sitting here alone refusing to go back to his room to get some sleep. He needed to pour the thoughts out of his head before heading back and he was doing just that as he whistles to the bartender to fetch him another glass of Dark and Stormy. He sips his almost empty glass making the liquor drop down his throat. He had so much drinks tonight that it was starting to burn but he didn't care. Drinking till your damn drunk was the only way he can have a goodnight sleep without thinking of... Whats her name?

The old man comes and slides him the glass filled up with the same liquor he's been consuming all night. He takes the smell of it in and was ready to take a sip when the old man speaks. "Say, you got problems with your old lady?" He asked as he wipes some newly washed glasses with a small base towel.

John places the glass down soon after taking a sip off it. "Excuse me?" He replies.

"Oh I didn't mind to bother you but you been here over an hour. I'm guessing your girlfriend kicked you out of the house and now your here pouring your emotions and anger out?"

He chuckles for a moment and then pulls the glass closer towards him and takes another sip before answering, "Nah, I'm just a sad, lonely, motherfucker who doesn't give a care in the world." He mutters under his breath as he looks below at his chest as if he was trying to read the logo on his sweatshirt.

The old man nods as he continues to watch John consume his sixth glass, then his eyes widen. He couldn't believe he didn't realize who he was talking too. "Say my man, your that wrestler John Cena right?" He whispers to John as quiet as he can so attention wouldn't draw towards them and would not inform others that John Cena was in the house. "The WWE Champion, John Cena?"

John manages to put on a smile even if he was feeling like shit. "Yeah, thats me homie."

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't notice it was you. I didn't recongize you without a hat on. Do you always wear that thing?" He asked.

John runs his fingers through his sweaty head, raking them smoothly down his brown locks. "Everyday of my life."

The old man doesn't say anything back afraid that attention would draw around John. He gives John a smile before heading to the back of the bar to place the newly polished shot glasses into their rightful places. John watches as the old man disappears before taking the glass to his lips again and drowning it into his system. The more he drank, the more the drink was starting to taste like water. He was so used to the taste at this point that he wasn't getting any satisfaction from it any longer. He needed to order a different drink.

John looked at the bar's menu above and was trying to read through the list of drinks they serve. His vision was blurry and he adjusted his eyes wider so he was able to read the text. Unfortunately he couldn't read them which proved he was on drunker by the seconds. He wipes his eyes and shakes his head when a tall, good looking man approaches him on his side. "Hey homie, can you read that shit up there for me? I'm trying to order another drink man." John says as he pulls on the man's sleeve spotting a rolluxe wrist watch and the diamonds crested on them blinded John to death.

"I think you had enough to drink tonight there buddy." The voice said and its sound was familiar to John. Where has he heard that voice before? He thought to himself as he looked up and his eyes landed on Randy. His vision was still a bit messed up but he knew it was Randy.

He places his hand on John's shoulder and takes the empty seat next to him. "You alright there buddy?"

John shrugs Randy's hand off his shoulder. "Piss off." John says moving away. He knew he was drunk but still knew where he was at, aware of thing things he was saying, and was sure of the things he was doing. "I wanna be alone." He tells Randy continuing to look like a loser sliding to the next seat taking his glass with him.

Randy just continues to look at John studying his features. Just then the old man came back from the back and spots a new face at the bar. "Oh hello there sir, let me guess your having some lady problems as well?" The old man asked Randy as he took out an empty glass and set it in front of Randy. "What can I get you tonight Mr.Orton?"

"Hmm." Randy says looking up at the menu of drinks. "I think I'll have a Bloody Mary and no I'm not having lady problems I'm just watching over my buddy over there." He says nodding his head towards the right to John who now had his head down but was pretty much awake because he was sliding his now empty glass back and fourth from one hand to the other. It was like he was playing hockey or something.

"Uh yeah, Mr.Cena been here for over an hour now." The old man whispers close to Randy as he poured Randy a glass.

"Really?"

He nods. "Yeah been ordering drinks up causing a storm. His bill is almost up to five hundred dollars now." The old man informs as Randy took a sip.

"Well, he'll be pissed about losing five hundred bucks in the morning." Randy says looking over at John. "I'm pretty sure he isn't aware of what he's doing. Drunk as hell by now probably."

"I no whhhat im do-inng." John mumbles slowly beginning to drift away.

Randy just laughs and takes a 20 out of his wallet and tosses it to the bartender. "Thanks for the drink man but I think I'll head in and take my buddy there with me." He says as he gets up from the seat and lifts John by the arm leading him to the elevator. He carefully laid John against the railing seeing that the man was completely out of it. "Man you gotta learn how to take care of yourself buddy." He says as he pats John on he back trying to comfort his best friend.

"Don't touch me dawg! Just piss off!" John snaps flinching away from Randy as he falls down to his knees but still held on to the elevator railing for support. Randy easily gives up not up for a blazing row with him. John had obviously appeared to be pissed off about something.

"You wanna talk?" Randy asked.

John shakes his head. "No." He mutters under his breath as Randy pushed a button and the elevator doors slid closed.

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The SmackDown press conference for the upcoming European tour took place the very next day around noon. Cameras were flashing wildly at the seven superstars on stage sitting their bottoms down for another hour or so. Vince was on the mic ratting on that speech she was forced to hear all day. This was the fourth press conference of the day and already she was exhausted. Torrie didn't get any sleep last night or even ate breakfast this morning. She had willingly passed her stack of pancakes to the Big Show earlier, she didn't have an appetite whatsoever. The blonde sat back on her seat at the end of the long table in complete boredom as the memories of last night flashed before her eyes. Peter's tongue slipped in her mouth and she had kissed him. That was all she was thinking of all day, the memory haunted her and she knew that the little inident was enough to eat her day out.

"You aight baby girl?" Robert Hoffman better known as Booker T whispers to her. "You look sick."

"Uh yeah I'm fine. Listen um is there a bathroom here somewhere? I need some water." She whispers back to him as quiet as she can. She really hated having to leave in the middle of a press conference though she didn't mind missing it. It was just Vince was on the mic and she didn't want to draw too much attention towards her when she gets up and leaves. Luckily she was seated at the end of the table and didn't need to walk far to reach the bottom of the stage.

Book nods. "Yeah I think the bathrooms are in the back."

She pats him on his shoulder. "Thanks, I'll be back."

Torrie carefully gets off her chair and quickly hops down the stage. Once her heels were safe of the ground she rushed to the back in search for the restrooms. Little did she know that John who was seated at the other end of the table witnessed her escape and followed along with a smirk on his face.

Behind the stage and through the curtains she hurried to the bathroom. Walking inside the women's restroom she immediately went to the sink and began running her hands under the water. The cool water ran down her through her delicate fingers relaxing her. It somewhat took some heat off her system and she began to feel alive again. About to bring the cold water to her face she met eye to eye with his reflection in the mirror. She jumped being stratled by his sight causing her to nearly drop the water all over herself.

"Thought I'd find you here," he says coming up from behind her. She spun around suddenly to find herself coming face to face with John. She swallowed and forced a small smile.

"Hey," she said quietly, casting her eyes to the floor.

"Surely you can say more than just a 'hey'." He pranced closer to her but kept a small distance with one hand kept in his pocket while the other carelessly swirled his padlock chain around his other. "Can we talk?"

"This is the women's restroom, you can't be in here. I'm done with today so just please-" she says firmly obviously not in a mood to talk.

"Just like you were done with that son of a bitch," He spitted suddenly. John couldn't stand acting like there was nothing wrong any longer. Torrie needed to hear him out, all day he's been pounding himself to speak with her about the indicent he witnessed the other night between her and Pete.

Torrie spun around towards him and gives him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" She asked with her heart beating faster inside. She knew what he was trying say but still put on an innocent look. John couldn't possibly have known can he? After all she didn't see anyone around when it happened.

John chuckles and starts to move closer to her. He studies her profile and sees that innocence she always has on her face and he was about to slap it off. "Don't play fuckin stupid with me Torrie. You know what I'm talking about." He says urging her on to admit it.

Unfortunately Torrie shook her head refusing to let it out. "John, I seriously have no clue what your on about." She says as she faced the sink refusing to look him in the eyes. She could never look someone in the eye when she was lying. Torrie never lied often in her life, she was a honest woman but was also a desperate one.

He continues to stare at her but that stare was becoming more of a glare as the seconds pass. She was set to leave and he wasn't going to let her go until he nails her on the spot. "Don't lie to me Torrie. I know about you and Pete alright." He says as calm as he could.

Torrie on the other hand wasn't giving up and continued to give him nothing. "Yeah Pete and I are in the middle of a divorce, I know that John." She answers simply.

That was the last straw. He wouldn't be ignored about this any longer. "A middle of a divorce? Then why were you kissing him last night?"

She looks back at him. The look on his face was blank and Torrie couldn't tell whether he was angry with her or upset or didn't give a care in the world. Whatever John was feeling she knew it wasn't a good one. Quickly she makes an attempt to walk away until he grabbed her by the arm. "Your not leaving until you explain this shit to me." John says.

Torrie pulls his touch away and backs off. "I don't need to explain anything to you John. Peter is my husband and thats all you need to know."

"Your getting a divorce, he's not your husband. "John challenged looking down at her in the eyes.

"Its none of your business what I do with him."

"Actually it is because if I remember clearly, your mouth was in mine a couple of days ago." He leans in forward closer to her. Their lips were centimeters apart.

"You shouldn't feel offended because he is still my husband and I can do whatever the hell I want with him."

Despite the tough act she was putting on, Torrie feels a tingle rush through her middle and starts to become heated inside. The butterflies stormed in her stomach once more as she feels the sensation take over her whole body whenever he comes this close. She can feel his hot breath pounding on her skin and she wanted nothing more but to just jump into his arms so he can take capture of her lips once again. Torrie was inching for his touch and being this close to him wasn't helping to hold herself back. She wanted him, her conscience egged her on to go for it. In a second she closed her eyes and leaned her head towards his closing the gap between them.

John feels her breast press against his muscular chest and her sweet smell of wild berries makes his nose tickle. He was a man and couldn't help but look down at her half naked breast upon her cut off top that revealed nothing but skin. Torrie was standing still beyond his staring, his eyes were like a hawk's on its prey as he took notice at her figure. She smiles a little bit seeing how a body can take a man off his rampage. "John?" She calls weakly making an attempt to back off when he catch her waist with his hands and pulls her body back up against his.

Before Torrie can suck in her breath his lips were on hers, hard and passionate. At first, John could feel her fists against his chest as she tries to fight him but her attempt to push him off suffered terribly when he relaxed her with his touch. The tight line on her lips opened as a sign that shes given up and lost the battle. She opens her mouth to him once again ready to receive his tongue. His hand fanned against the bare skin of her arm, in a slow caress, while his other hand rubbed the top part of her breast making Torrie moan against his lips.

He swallows her moan causing it to echo through deep down within his throat. Her cries constantly came to him as he continued to grind his feel on her breast. He can feel her nipples harden for him through the thin material of her top causing the feeling of lust to revolt in his baggy pants. John sucks in her breath, devouring her whole mouth as Torrie gave in another effort to push him away. She had completely forgotten that they were still in the middle of a press conference. Vince will know that they were missing, both of them and that would be odd.

"This is wrong," she murmured against his moving lips trying to move her head away from his so the kiss would be broken. "John, we can't do this here. We need to get back to the conference."

John breaks the kiss and lays his forehead on her's. "Aight, but this isn't wrong Torrie. I know you want me," he says softly as he kissed her pink lips once more, and then moved his hand against her breast again. "Its just feels wrong but its really not," he sighed as his lips made contact with her neck.

John was still planting light kisses along her neck and his hands now roamed around her waist then snaked further down to cup her bottom. She refused to give in anymore in his seduction as a low moan escaped her lips. "John, I mean it, we have to go back, we can't do this here." She says.

"Then when?" John asked suddenly as he let go of her.

She starts to straighten herself as he awaits for an answer. "What do you mean by when?"

He chuckles. "Listen, I know you want me and you know that I want you. I'm tired of waiting Torrie."

"Waiting? John, its only been like a week!" She protested.

"Bullshit. You been flirting me since we put our differences aside. Its been over a fuckin month already!"He snaps and she throws him a withering look.

"Your like every man! You can't hold your pants back and wait! I can't just fuck you when I'm in a middle of a divorce!"

"Yeah, but you can certainly makeout with your husband in a middle of a divorce!"

Torrie stomps her heel on the ground. He was clearly pissing her off at this moment. "I said it once and I'll say it again, 'its not any of your business what I do with Peter' " She says again this time making it clear.

John easily throws himself in defeat and suddenly flungs forward and slams Torrie's body back. He lifts her body and sat her on the sink. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "I told you we can't do this here John!"

John grins as he playfully mocks her. "Torrie, I said it once and I'll say it again, 'I'm tired of waiting'." He states as he spread her legs and took the position in between them.

"John." She says as she feels him grabs her underwear and pulls it out from under her skirt.

"Just trust me aight?"

"Get off me John!" Torrie simply spats trying to kick her way out of his hold.

"Would you calm down?" John says silently trying to hold her down on the sink. Torrie was clearly going nuts. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Get the fuck off me!" She yells again not listening to anything he was trying to say. Her kicking caused her underwear to fall to the ground but she hardly took notice. John was trying to fuck her here and she wasn't about to give up that easy. She wasn't willing to sink that low and become one of his sluts that he was known to have. Torrie had more self respect than that. "I mean it! Get the fuck off me now!" She cries as tears flowed down her eyes.

"Ok, ok. Imma let you go but you gotta promise me your gonna calm down." John says still having a strong grip on her as Torrie's bottom began to slip off the sink. He spots the tears in her eyes and sees how hurt she looked by his sudden action in trying to nail her. He swallows hard as they both let a few beats pass in silence. She was still pinned down on the sink and John standing with his head down in deep thought in between her open legs. It wasn't suppose to be this way. She reacted differently from what he expected. "I'm so sorry Tor, it wasn't suppose to be this way. I'm sorry if I hurt you." He says softly looking back at her just to meet a hard open slap across his face.

The impact of the hit caused him to almost lose his balance. Torrie slaps him again, and didn't stop hitting until he was completely off her. He ducks his head down as her hits were now contacting with his back. John manages to keep his distance away from her when he leaned against a corner watching her. Tears still fell from her eyes and the look of disgust formed on her pretty face. She couldn't believe it out of him. She would of never thought that John would do such a thing. Torrie didn't say another word to him, she was too caught up in her emotions to form words. She quickly turned her heels and exit the bathroom leaving him in the shadows in silence to ponder through his failure.

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