My phone is ringing by the time I get into my house. "Alright alright!" I yell, rummaging through my bag for it. I groan as I glance at the caller ID. "Lex" I groan. "I really don't need any lectures right about now, ok? I've literally just walked through the door." "Chill Lor" she says excitedly. "I'm not calling you to lecture you! Well, not exactly, anyway. I've got a surprise for you." "What?" I ask warily, kicking my shoes off and slumping on the sofa. "Tonight" she says. "You and me. Wrestling. I just won tickets on some phone in Ambrose was doing on the radio. So I choose you to come with me." "No" I say simply, and end the call. I put my phone on silent and throw it onto the sofa opposite me. No way I'm going to a wrestling show. No way on this earth! I stare at the wall for around half an hour before giving up and heading into the shower to erase all thoughts of Jon from my mind.
I've literally just stepped out of the shower when I hear it. Banging at my door. I groan and wrap myself in a fluffy white towel before heading out to answer it. Hurricane Lex has hit. Hard. "What do you mean, no?" she asks, pushing past me and flopping onto the sofa. "Dammit Lor, when did you become such a killjoy?" "I'm not a killjoy Alexa" is ya, sitting opposite her. "I just think you'd be better off taking someone who actually watches that stuff, and who knows who people are!" "There's only one person you need to know" she says, her eyes twinkling. "Ambrose. Man, he's hot. And fucking married apparently. Just my luck! Please come Lor, you're like, my wingman, if I get in trouble you're always there with me! Please?" I shake my head. "No can do Lex" I say. "Sorry. I just can't." She's about to argue, it's right on the tip of her tongue, but another loud thump at my door stops her. "Hey!" she yells. "That's my trick! Only I get to knock your door like that!" I smirk and stand up, adjusting my towel before going to answer. The thumping is more insistent now. "I'm coming!" I yell. "Man! What is it with all the impatient assholes banging my door down today?" I throw the door wide open, about to give whoever it is a mouthful of abuse. But my words catch in my throat.
"Lor?" Lex asks from the sofa. "Something wrong? Who is it?" "Yeah Lor" Jon sneers. "Who is it? Ain't you gonna introduce me, toots?" I step away from the door and he follows me in, quickly closing the door behind him. "Hi" he says walking straight over to Lex. "I'm Jon. Lora's husband. Nice to meet you." "Alexa" she says finally, shaking his hand. "Um, Lex. Holy fucking shit Lora you got some explaining to do girl!" Jon laughs as he looks back at me. "Yeah Lor honey" he says, sitting down and patting the sofa next to him. "Come. Sit. Explain. I'm sure we all can't wait to hear what you've got to say. Especially about running out on me while I was working. That bit interests me the most, so let's start there..." "Let's not" Lex says. "Let's start with when the fuck my best friend got married to the hottest guy in the WWE!" "I fucking didn't!" I yell. "There were no rooms at the hotel last night. The conference finished late and I missed my train. I decided to get a room for the night and travel back this morning. Hotel full, genius here passes me off as his wife and lets me share his room. End of story." "And my bed, doll" he says, smirking. "I shared my jack" I counter. "Be grateful." "Oh I am" he drawls, looking me up and down and making me pull the towel around me tighter. "So you're not really married?" Lex asks. I groan. "No, Alexa, we're not" I say. "So, feel free to make a pass at my husband while I get dressed. Wait a second. Jon. How the fuck did you find me? No room at the hotel meant no booking, so no details. What are you? Sherlock Holmes or something?" He smirks and nods over at my bag. "Haven't unpacked yet, I see" he says. I shake my head, frowning at my bag. "May I?" he asks. I nod, confused. He goes straight to a side pocket. "You know" he says, reaching in and smiling. "The wonders of modern technology. Find my iPhone. What a wonderful invention." "Wait a minute" I say, looking at him. "You..." "Knew you'd leave as soon as I was gone" he says, sitting next to me again. "I ain't facing all these marriage questions alone toots. Bad luck, you're stuck with me." "Nice try Jon" I say standing up. "We're not married. We're nothing. Your little game can end now. Hope you made the cab wait. I trust you'll be gone by the time I'm dressed." I turn my back on the two of them and walk to my room, slamming the door behind me.