Chapter 7

Although John and Lita had spent almost two hours together at lunch alone, the time seemed to go by like the blink of an eye. At least that's what John was thinking as he walked Lita back to her hotel room. Little did he realize Lita was thinking exactly the same thing.

"So, uh, thank you for lunch." John said in a low engaging voice.

Lita couldn't help but notice the sexiness in the way he talked. His voice was low, masculine and sincere. As he softly grabbed both her hands and brought them up to kiss them, Lita was certain her knees would buckle. Thankfully for her the alcohol she had drank helped to relax her.

"I had a good time, we should do this again some day." Lita replied feeling as though the delicate kisses John had left on her hands would burn a hole through them.

Whether it be the alcohol or months of pent up sexual frustration between the two, there was no denying the heat between them. John for his part had drank just enough alcohol to let his reservations go, but not too much to know exactly what he was doing. So, when he leaned in to kiss Lita on the lips, he definitely knew what he was doing. He had wanted it for a long time now.

Although somewhat surprised, Lita's body reacted naturally to John's advances. Her lips parted just slightly so he could slip his tongue into her mouth. Once inside, John moved delicately around, tickling her tongue and massaging his lips against hers. Too caught up to even know where they were, John backed Lita up until she hit the door of her hotel room. She didn't care. The disruption did not interfere with neither the rhythm nor passion they had going.

"Lita; you are so fucking beautiful." John said as he looked at her briefly and covered her with his hot breath.

He slipped one hand behind her head and through her hair making sure that as they continued to kiss, the back of her head would not hit the door.

As the heat between the two continued to grow, Lita decided that maybe they should go inside the room before a fan or security decided to interfere.

"John, one second. How about we go inside?" Lita asked trying to catch her breath.

"Good idea. See, that's what I like about you girl, you're full of good ideas." He said smiling brightly at her.

As Lita turned to open the door John quickly did a breath check. "Little tequila, but otherwise good" he thought to himself.

As soon as Lita had the door open, John wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around to kiss her. Lita was quickly staring to realize why they called him "The Champ" and it had nothing to do with his wrestling skills.

Again the two continued to embrace. John was heading for second base as his right hand snuck up underneath Lita's tank top and onto her breast. The feel of John's hand in a place where Lita had least expected it sent chills up and down her spine. She feared in this moment she was falling fast and hard for John Cena. His touches, his embrace, his kisses were intoxicating. She only hoped she was having as strong of an effect on him as he was having on her.

Again, like a dance, the two were moving further into the room. They were completely lost in each other until Lita caught glimpse of something from the corner or her eye. The flowers.

The flowers that were left for her earlier were still sitting on the coffee table next to the TV. Her intension was to throw them away when she retuned back to her hotel room, but for now, there they lay, like a sore thumb.

Immediately her thoughts turned to Matt Hardy and the moments of paradise she was spending with John had instantly been destroyed.

"John, wait." Lita said as she pushed herself back away from his touch.

John looked at Lita, unsure of what to think except that maybe she just had to catch her breath. He took in her beauty and couldn't help but to dive back in as he moved in once again to kiss her.

"No John wait." Lita said louder and much more stern.

John backed away. He knew now for sure that something was up and had no idea what he had done wrong.

"Lita, what's wrong?" He asked.

Lita turned her head to the floor as she backed up further from John. She hated herself for ruining the moment they were sharing together, but with Matt now firmly burned into her mind, there was no way she could continue.

"John, I'm sorry, but it's just….well I guess I just feel weird." Lita explained haphazardly.

John had no clue what was running through her mind right now. Part of him was pissed that she would take it this far and then end it with a simple "I feel weird", but the other part understood. She had been in two relationships with wrestlers and neither one had fulfilled her completely. It only made sense that there was some hesitation on her part to get involved with another one.

"John, I'm sorry. I had a great time today. I really do want to do this again sometime." Lita explained further.

As Lita bent her head to the ground, John smiled at her and placed his fingers on her chin to lift her head back up.

"No sweat. We'll do it again okay?" He said and then kissing her on the cheek, he turned to leave.

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Shane sat inside the limo on the phone as it was parked outside the luxury hotel he had been staying in while on the road.

"I need it there by Monday." He said to the person on the other line. "Just bill it to my account. Thank you."

As Shane hung up the phone there was a knock at the window. Shane looked at the woman patiently waiting outside. He almost laughed to himself as he could sense her impatience.

"Sorry about that. Come on in." He said as the driver had now opened the door for the young woman dressed in almost nothing.

"Gee, thanks Shane." Candice replied as she got into the limo and sat next to Shane.

Shane leaned forward and grabbed a bottle of champagne pouring two glasses for the both of them.

"Don't be upset little girl, without me and my father you wouldn't have all this." He said as he stroked the diamond necklace the rested on Candice's chest.

Candice smiled back at the man she knew would someday own the WWE. Sure, Shane was a typical male chauvinist pig, but he was rich, powerful and sexy. Small price to pay for putting up with his rudeness.

As Shane's hands wandered down to Candice's exposed inner thighs, only after getting a handful of her breasts, his usual one track mind turned to a more serious issue.

:"When was the last time you saw a doctor?" He asked bluntly.

Candice looked at him as if he had two heads. "Where was this coming from?", she thought to herself.

"A doctor? What do you mean?" Candice asked annoyed and confused at the same time.

"You know, to make sure you're clean. I don't want any diseases you know." Shane said bluntly.

Candice couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did the man actually ask her if she had any diseases? If anyone had a disease, it was Shane. The McMahon men were notorious for infidelity and sleeping around.

"Shane." She said at him with evil eyes..

"Yes?"

"Go to hell."

Shane smiled back at the WWE Diva knowing that he had received a green light by her defiance alone.

"Gladly." He said smugly and then aggressively took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers regardless of whether she was ready or not.