Chapter 18
"John, hi, this is a nice surprise." Candice said as soon as she picked up the line and heard John on the other end.
"Sorry it's late I know." John said.
"That's okay, I'm glad you called. What can I do for you?" Candice said flirtatiously.
"It's been a rough week. I need to party, you interested?"
John had thought his booty call days were over and couldn't help but to feel just a little guilty. Sure Candice was beautiful, but in all honesty, she was not the kind of woman John would ever dream of having a relationship with.
Candice's eyes lit up. She had been trying to seduce John for quite a while now. She really wasn't all that concerned to know why he had now suddenly decided that he wanted her company. All she knew was that she was more than willing to accompany him when and wherever he liked.
"You know it baby. What did you have in mind?" Candice asked.
"How about we meet for drinks. There's a place on 3rd street right around the corner from the hotel. It's pretty quiet. No one will notice us there." John suggested.
"Sounds good. See you in a few sexy." Candice replied and then hung up the line.
John closed his cell phone. He had to keep reminding himself that this was a good idea. Why the fuck did he want to waste his time being the good guy anyway, when guys like Shane McMahon were off fucking everybody over without a care in the world? Why did he care anymore what Lita would think? She obviously didn't care about what he would think when she slept with Shane.
John checked himself in the mirror as he stared down at the caste that now covered his hand. Although his jealousy and anger was slowly winning the battle over his common sense, in the end he wandered, would it steal his soul as well?
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As Candice hung up with John she clicked over to the other line.
"Listen Shane, I have to go. Tonight's not really a good night for me." She told the heir apparent. With John now seemingly in the picture, she really didn't feel the need to have to subjugate herself to Shane's overly active libido.
Shane of course was still trying to wash away any presence of Ric Flair from both his mind and his mouth. He figured one night with Candice would do the trick.
"Let me guess, you've got a date with another extremely good looking millionaire who runs part of the company you work for." Shane said sarcastically somewhat annoyed by the fact that Candice was brushing him off.
"No, but I do have an engagement with a certain WWE Title holder since you mentioned it." Candice said smiling to herself.
She loved the fact that she could give Shane a hard time after all the crap she had to put up with just to get the pushes and Playboy Magazine layouts.
"And from what I hear, he's 100 into women." She continued, this time laughing out loud.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Shane responded.
"Let's just say news travels fast lover boy." She said and then hung up the phone before Shane could go off on his own little tirade.
On the other end, Shane was livid. He wanted to kill Flair for what he had done. But before he could get too angry, he thought back to what Candice had just said. She had a date with the WWE title holder. That of course could only mean one man.
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As Lita filled the tub with water, she looked forward to taking a nice long bath to relax her body, and somehow her mind. Her hope was that somehow she could wash away that feeling of loneliness eating her up inside. The sudden urge to listen to country music overcame her, and although she had not lost her dog, she had lost the one man she truly and deeply cared about in her life. Lita told herself that if she were to get just one more chance to speak with John, she would lay everything on the line. She no longer cared about looking like an idiot. She had already done that when she decided to let Shane take advantage of her. She no longer cared what Vince, Stephanie or anyone in the locker room thought in regards to her feelings for John. Without him in her life everything she earned within the WWE would seem meaningless and unfulfilling.
Before Lita submerged herself in the bathtub, she noticed her cell phone lying on the bed. One quick call just to make sure John was okay, then maybe she could get a sense of peace for the night.
She flipped up the phone and anxiously dialed John's cell phone number. As she placed the phone to her ear she bit her lip wandering how John would respond. She prayed he would not hang up on her.
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John sat across from Candice in the darkened restaurant with a glass of Jack and Coke before him He felt a buzzing on his hip and knew that someone was trying to call. Just as he was about to check the number, Candice came up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Hey sexy, guess who?" She said in a sultry voice.
John played along.
"One of the sexiest WWE divas I know?" He responded, almost forcing the words out.
Candice smiled and removed her hands from his eyes. John glanced down at his phone. Too late, the caller had hung up.
"So John, what's your poison?" Candice asked referring to what he was drinking.
John laughed inside at the irony of her question. It was obvious she was the poison.
"Jack and Coke." He said.
John waved down the waitress and asked for two more of the same.
As John's eyes wandered the room, Candice grabbed for his hand wasting no time. It was clear that John really didn't want to be there. Candice didn't want to either. If she had her choice the two of them would be back in her hotel room getting to know each other in a more physical sense.
"Strong, silent type huh?" Candice asked, trying hard to open John up.
"Oh, sorry, just not in the mood to talk I guess." John responded.
"Really, well then what are you in the mood for?" Candice asked, moving her seat closer to Johns and placing a hand now on his leg.
As Candice let her hand drift up John's leg, toward his thigh and closer to his crotch, John was relieved when the waitress arrived with the drinks. The interruption was a welcomed one for John.
"Listen Candice, this was a bad idea. I'm more tired than I thought. Guess I'm not really in the mood to party after all." John confessed.
John had hoped that having a few drinks would loosen him up. He had also hoped that Candice would loosen him up, but neither one was working. John simply couldn't get his mind off of Lita. He started to wander if this was all worth it? What exactly was he trying to prove anyway? That he could hurt her more than she hurt him? Deep down inside, John knew that the only person he was hurting was himself. He thought about what Stephanie McMahon had told him: "Don't let a good thing slip away", and Lita was a good thing.
John stared at Candice for a moment. She was hot, there was no doubt about it, but John needed more than just a good fuck. John needed passion, desire and emotion.
Candice gave it one last shot sensing that John was slipping away. She pulled out all the stops as she leaned in close to John and mounted his lap. Taking his face into her hands she engulfed him with a kiss.
Being just a man, John returned what was becoming a heated and passionate exchange, but being more than just a man, John pulled back after only a few short moments.
"I can't do this Candice." John said, his breath heavy.
Candice leaned in again, but this time John turned his head before she could even make contact.
Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Candice picked herself up off of John's lap. Staring down at him she slapped him hard in the face.
"Thanks for nothing John." She said and then grabbed her purse and left.
John watched as she left, and although his intention was never to hurt Candice's feelings, he was glad it was over. In a sense, he had just passed the hardest test of all. Knowing now that he had no other choice but to be with Lita, he slammed down his drink and headed back to the hotel.