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"Just my luck, I dial you lover boy."

Randy rolled his eyes "Get the hell off my phone Jericho, I'm busy." he joked

"What am I interrupting your fuck fest?"

"Yes asshole!"

The phone was quiet for a brief second before he spoke again "I'm trying to reach Wade, you know what room he's in?"

"376." Randy informed

"Thanks."

The line went dead and Randy hung up just as Yelena was coming out of the bathroom in nothing but her fire red bra and panties.

He licked his lips when he saw she still had her heels on, her long, tanned legs looking endless. She slowly crossed the room to him and straddled his waist.

"Who was that?" she asked, attacking his neck with her lips as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders

He took ahold of her waist and flipped her onto her back as he slipped the strap of her bra down to kiss her naked collarbone

"Wrong number." he muttered

"So I'm planning a big birthday party for John and I expect you to be there." Nikki told her

Yelena had never really cared for the Bella, but after hanging out with her a few times, she had to admit she was a bit of a diva, but funny. She was upfront, but Yelena loved her no filtered ludeness.

"I'll be there. I could do the pictures if you want."

She was in the best mood of her life. She hadn't felt so lifted in a long time. Spending a week and a half in St. Louis

"Of course I do, why else do you think I'd invite you? Being Randy's girl doesn't give you a free pass." Nikki joked

Yelena rolled her eyes at the brunette "And being Cena's woman does?"

"Yes." the Bella said proudly

"Go get dressed." Yelena laughed "And bring your sister back so I can get a picture for Instagram."

"If I can pry her away from Bryan." Nikki said, rolling her warm brown eyes. She waved as she went into the locker room

Yelena turned down a hall and heard quick footsteps approaching her from behind. Before she could look back, she was grabbed by the forearm and pushed into an empty room

"What the hell?" she asked, whirling around just as Chris clicked the lock on the door

"This is what I have to do to talk to you?" he said, leaning against the door

She scoffed "Get the hell out of my way Jericho." she barked, trying to shove him out of her path. He didn't budge an inch

"No. You're going to fucking listen to me." he told her

"You're fucking mental if you think I'm going to listen to a word you say-"

He grabbed her abruptly, turning them so her back slammed against the door "Oh yeah? Want to bet on that Sweetheart?" he seethed, his hand creeping around her throat "You are the most stubborn woman I have ever met in my life and its beginning to piss me off."

She grabbed at his grip on her throat, trying to loosen it. Tears sprang to her eyes as helplessness began to settle in "Why are you doing this to me?" she managed to choke out as a lone tear slid down her cheek.

Chris's grip slacked up just enough, his blue eyes softening. God, he was really starting to hate seeing her cry "I don't know..." he finally said

"Then stop!" she begged, her voice cracking

"Why can't you see that Ican't!" he said, letting her go to pace, running a frustrated hand through his blonde hair

Yelena saw her moment to escape him.

But she didn't move.

"I can't fucking think straight because of you." Chris said "All I can think about is his fucking hands on you, touching what's mine."

"I don't fucking belong to you!" she yelled

"Like hell you don't. I know you, Yelena. I know how your mind works."

"You don't know anything about me." she spat

A nasty smirk contorted his features "That is where you're wrong. I know that you hate sleeping with covers on your feet. I know you work out excessively when you want to bury your thoughts in the back of your mind. You pull at your sleeves when you're nervous. You chew your thumb nail when you're in deep thought. I know..." he said walking towards her again "That day you found out I screwed your sister, you were jealous."

"No-"

"Yes you were. Why else would you come all the way to my room to confront me? You couldn't fathom the thought of me sleeping with her. If only you knew that I couldn't get you out of my head the whole time I was inside of her."

"You're sick." she said coldly

"I might be, but at least I'm being honest with myself." he said "I know that you like to be kissed here." he said, kissing the hallow of her neck. He felt her pulse skip a beat "I know that your pupils dilate when you're excited."

"Stop." she pleaded, trying to push him away, but he took her by the wrists, placing them against the door above her head

"I'm right aren't I?" he asked, nuzzling her neck

Yelena closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. What the hell was wrong with her? She should be fighting him. Or screaming for help. Instead, she was standing there like a deer in headlights

"You want to know what else I know?" he asked

"No. But I'm pretty sure you're going to tell me anyway." she said, turning her face away from his roaming lips

"That woman who told me she loved me is still in there, no matter how hard you try to fight it."

"That woman died a long time ago." she whispered

"I think you're wrong. I can tell by the way your heart is racing. You're breathing just got shallow." he said "Look at me." he commanded

She didn't know what force made her open her eyes. He wished she hadn't. She could feel the intensity and lust in his eyes. It brought her back to a time when she craved that look. The look of want from a man she wanted to love her. His crystal blue orbs darted down to her lips, only inches apart from his, causing her to draw her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation

"You only do that when you're about to be kissed." he said lowly, leaning in.

Her brain froze. Her body went numb.

And she let him kiss her

He cupped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss

"He'll never truly have you as long as I'm breathing." he muttered against her lips

She shoved him away hard and he let her go

"Don't you ever come near me again." she said weakly, fleeing from the room.

She didn't know where she was going, but she eventually ended up in a bathroom on the other side of the arena. She bolted the door and locked herself in a stall before her anger erupted. She screamed in frustration, kicking the stall's walls, banging her fists against it, growing more and more emotionally unstable by the second. When her rage subsided, she wept until she was dried out.

She unlocked the door, going to the small sink and splashed cold water on her face, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. She dried her face with a paper towel, deciding that she had to leave. It was only a house show, so no one would notice she was missing.

She kept her head down as she went to get her things, praying she wouldn't run into Randy. She couldn't face him. Not after what she had done.

She took a taxi back to the hotel. She stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom to shower, scrubbing herself raw, letting her tears become one with the water.

When she felt somewhat clean, she got dressed in an oversized shirt and piled her wet hair into a sloppy bun atop of her head and grabbed her laptop

She rolled over when the bed dipped.

Randy slipped under the covers, wrapping an arm around her waist. She pretended to be asleep, but when he kissed the back of her neck, his hand creeping upward to her breast, she knew what he wanted

"Not tonight babe, I'm really tired." she lied. Sex was the last thing on her mind after what happened earlier. She was disgusted with herself for letting Chris kiss her. She felt like trash. Trash that was unworthy of Randy's affection.

He removed his hand, settling for holding her instead

She let him. And she cherished that moment

Because there was no telling if she would ever get the chance again

Going out with Rosa. Have a safe flight. I love you

XYelena

Randy closed out the text. This was the fifth time in two weeks that Yelena had run off with the Diva. He had to catch a flight to the next city after the Smackdown taping to do a radio interview and it wasn't like Yelena to not want to spend time with him before he left. She hasn't been acting like herself for the past couple of weeks. She's been more quiet than usual and distant. Randy was beginning to think he had done something, but she assured him that she was fine, the she had a lot on her mind, but Randy knew her better than that. Something was bothering her.

He noticed that every phone in the various hotel room they stayed in would mysteriously be unplugged. The only time she stayed in his company was when they were at the arenas for shows, practically glued to his hip and worst of all, he hadn't touched her in weeks and it was killing him. There was the few times she stumbled into their room at all hours of the morning, drunk off her ass, wanting sex, but he had refused her, stripping off her clothes and putting her in bed.

He didn't want drunk sex from her. Especially when he did t know why she was getting so hammered

Randy sent John a text, asking if he wanted to get drinks at the bar downstairs, which he agreed to. Yelena was giving him whiplash with her behavior and he needed a drink himself.

When did I become such a hypocrite? Double life, lies that you caught me in. Trust me, I'm paying for it. With every move I die

Song lyrics always seemed to tell the story of her life.

Yelena moved her hips to the beat of Ke$ha's "Dancing with Tears in my Eyes.", singing along

On the floor, I'm such a zombie. Who I am is not who I want to be. I'm suck a tragedy. With every move, I die.

She was wasted, which seemed like the only way she could deal with herself. Rosa was just as intoxicated. They were both going through hell and only found solace through alcohol. Rosa had just found out that her fiance had been living a double life the whole time they'd been engaged. That asshole had been keeping both women in different states so they would never cross paths, but his infidelity caught up to him when Raw rolled around in Texas where the other woman had confronted Rosa, ending in an altercation between them. Rosa had called her hysterical and Yelena felt so bad for her best friend. Everyone knew what was going on and she could not imagine the humiliation and embarrassment she was feeling.

So they've been getting shit faced for the past couple of weeks to numb the pain.

I have destroyed our love, its gone. Payback is sick. Its all my fault. I'm dancing with tears in my eyes, just fighting to get through the night. I'm losing it (losing it, losing it, losing it). With every move, I die.

Yelena did not like the fact that she was seeing faces from work. She would have preferred to get drunk without prying eyes

I'm faded, I'm broken inside. I've wasted the love of my life, I'm losing it (losing it, losing it, losing it). With every move, I die

"I'm gonna go get another drink." she yelled over the loud music. She pushed her way through the thick crowd to the bar and flagged down the bartender and ordered a Lemon Chello. A random guy offered to pay for her drink. Even drunk, she could tell he was a sleaze

"No thanks." she declined

"I insist." he slurred

"I said no." Yelena told him, dropping the money onto the bar

As she turned to leave, the guy grabbed her by the arm

"At least dance with me." he asked

"I'm not interested." said, trying to pull her arm back. If he didn't let go, she was going to make him

"Why are you acting like a stuck up bitch, its just one dance."

"I believe she told you no." an all too familiar voice said behind her

Chris slid an arm around her waist, shooting the guy a menacing glare "I suggest you let her go before I drop you where you fucking stand."

The guy immediately released his hold on her, raising his hands in surrender before scurrying away like the cockroach he was

"You okay?" he asked

She removed his arm from her waist "I'm fine Chris." she said, walking away

He followed her, of course "I believe a thank you is necessary."

Yelena rolled her eyes as she turned down the semi quiet hall that led to the bathroom. How the hell did she not know he was here?

"Thank you for deciding get off your high horse and play savior, Y2J." she said sarcastically

"Okay, I deserve that." he admitted

"You deserve a lot of thing Chris. My sarcasm isn't one of them."

She swung the door open before turning to look at him "You gonna follow me in?"

He chuckled and took a step back and she closed the door

She was hoping that was her escape from him and took her time reapplying mascara and lip-gloss, adjusting her clothes and running her hands through her hair before deeming the coast clear and leaving the bathroom, but he was still there, leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

"You're still here." she said flatly

"I wanted to make sure that ass clown wasn't still lurking around."

She let out a laugh "How considerably kind of you."

"I have my moments, believe it or not."

"I don't." she said assured him in all seriousness, folding her arms across her chest "But I'll believe it when I see it."

"You have seen it." he said, advancing towards her, a smirk playing on his lips when her back hit the wall. He placed a hand beside her head on the wall, trapping her "I've been very, very kind to you before and you loved every second of it" he breathed into her ear "And don't you dare deny it." he said, cutting her off from speaking "The evidence is on my back."

She shrunk away, chewing on her bottom lip

"You're doing it again." he said, referring to her pink bottom lip in between her teeth, eyeing it hungrily "Am I exciting you?" he asked, slightly pressing himself against her

"No." she said boldly. She was sick of him mind fucking her so she was going to give him a taste of his own medicine "But clearly I'm exciting you." she said, indicating the bulge in between him

Even in a drunk haze, she saw his eyes darken and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. Funny how thing have changed. The hunter was becoming the hunted.

"What's the matter?" she asked, sticking a finger through his belt loop to pull his hips closer "You seem so frustrated. Haven't gotten any lately?" she guessed

How right she was

"Why? Because you can't find anyone that measures up to me?" she asked, their faces close. She dared to touch her nose to his, teasing

He let out an uneasy chuckle "You're drunk." he stated, but she could tell he was getting worked up

"I may be, but at least I'm being honest with myself." she said, mocking him "You've been wound pretty tight since I stopped screwing you" she taunted "Just remember. While you're alone tonight, choking the chicken, I'll be getting my brains fucked out by Randy. At least he knows how to get the job done."

An animal like growl erupted from him and his lips came crashing down on hers before she could blink. She shoved at his chest and he responded by pinning her arms to her side with his own. She fought against him when he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Nothing was phasing him and she was too tipsy to truly fight him off

So she did the only thing her intoxicated mind could come up with. She kissed him back

A big mistake.

Because little did she know, someone had been watching them. And she had heard everything.

She weaved her way through the crowd until she found her friend "You'll never guess what I just saw." she said

"What?" the firey red haired rookie asked. She was always interested in some juicy gossip

"You know that girl Randy Orton is dating?"

"Yeah. The photographer chick right."

"Well..."

Yelena just made a huge mistake. She's been caught red handed, but by whom? Think you know who it was that caught her and Jericho in the act? Leave me an awesome review and your guesses!