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Chapter 7 – In the club and the safest place in the world.
"What do you mean ya alone!" Laura screamed down the phone, Randy had backed off as soon as he saw the fiery look in the brunette woman's eyes. "He did what! Am gunna kill him! Where is he? What do you mean you don't know! Right then stay where you are and we'll meet you and then we can come back here and I can beat the holy hell out of him." Laura paused to look over the worried divas and a terrified Legend Killer. "Are you sure?" She calmed down. "Okay then. Red'll ring for the limo and then we can go. No, he's not coming with us. He can walk for all I care."
A very confused John Cena walked back through the hotel room door, he looked up and saw Laura striding towards him, Randy waving his arms in the air and jumping up and down behind her, trying to signal him to run for his life. But John just looked at him like he was insane.
"Ah bloody hell." Randy flopped down onto the bed.
"You kissed her! You left her! And when he is around! Do you know what he is capable of?" Laura screamed in John's face. "Just when she was starting to trust you, God forbid actually like you and you go and pull a stunt like that! Well done Mr Cena, I'm glad you're two seconds of lust has satisfied you, because you might as well have handed her to Benji." Laura scowled at the name.
"Laura, honey. Come on, she's waiting for us." Randy lay a hand on her shoulder, immediately calming her down.
"Yeah, come on kid." Ashley spoke softly, to the woman she had met barely hours ago. But Laura gave off the same vibes as Rylee did, they were both good people. The divas led Laura out of the room. Randy hung back, he slapped John around the head.
"You are an idiot, I said tell her, not soddin lick the back of her throat!" Randy walked out of the room, leaving John to think to himself.
He was an idiot.
He should have just told her.
Who was he to know what she wanted.
He shouldn't have let her run.
She needed him as her friend.
He was going to get her back.
John ran out of the room and down to the lobby. The limo had just pulled away and he didn't have the number to call for another one. He highly doubted that Amy would give him it after all this. England isn't like the states, you can't step outside and just hail taxis. He walked up to the reception desk and asked the man behind it if he could have a cab now.
Quarter of an hour later, John was stood outside the Gate, hundreds of people were walking around, teenagers were heading up to the cinema on the top floor, couples were strolling into fancy restaurants. He stood still for a moment trying to see if he could she Amy's hair in the mist of the crowds.
Bingo.
He saw the red head bounce into a club down the road; the queue was huge, stretching the length on the road. John walked straight past them all and to the doormen. Luckily the doorman that let Rylee and the gang in a few minutes before hand was a major fan and after John had signed the bouncer's shirt, he was allowed in.
The place was packed. John saw Randy at the bar but decided that he'd keep his distance. Once Randy had left the bar with a tray full of drinks, John went over and ordered a beer. He sat on the stool and watched as Rylee became tipsier, the more shots she flung back. Eventually the divas got on their feet and started dancing in the middle of the floor. People began to notice Amy, Ashley, Trish and Vicky from the show and formed a circle around them. Dave Batista, who had met them outside the club, went to dance with his girlfriend, Amy and after a while Randy got up the courage to dance with Laura.
Rylee kept on dancing with Ashley, Trish and Vicky. Some more of the wrestlers, staying in the hotel with the gang, arrived at the club. Matt Hardy saw Ashley and started to dance with her, and then Chris Marsters pulled Vicky away to dance with him. Rylee knew it was only a matter of time before someone would pull Trish. As Rylee had predicted the visiting Jeff hardy walked over and took her away from Rylee.
Some random dude had had his eye on Rylee for a while, John had noticed this but got to Rylee before he did. She turned around mid dance to find John. Ne-yo's (what kind of a name is that?) So Sick, pumped out of the speakers and filled the club. Couples slung their arms around each other, leaving John and Rylee in the middle. John leaned into Rylee.
"Just one dance." He whispered, as Rylee placed her arms around his neck, and placing her head on his well-built shoulder. "I'm sorry." John whispered into her ear, his breath dancing down her neck, as he wrapped his arms around her thin waist. "I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you felt the same, that's all." Rylee turned her head so that she was facing his neck but her head was still on his neck.
"But I do, I'm just scared, John." She looked up into his sparkling blue eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. John pulled a hand away a used his thumb to wipe away her tears.
"Do you wanna go somewhere we can talk?" John asked. Rylee nodded in reply. The song finished as John took Rylee's hand in his own and walked out of the club. They both smiled a good night at the doorman as Rylee pulled out her cell phone.
"Jack, limo, thanks." She snapped her phone shut as her driver turned the corner is a black limo. Jack got out of the drivers seat and opened the door from Rylee and John.
"Where to Ry?" Jack called from the front, she had told him the first time she had clambered into her limo that if he dared to call her ma'am or madam, she would dive over the seats and strangle him.
"Erm, John?" Rylee looked up to John.
"Anywhere, you do live here." John chuckled pulling Rylee close to him so that he could wrap his arm around her.
"Erm, take me to the park J." Rylee spoke softly. "Thanks," the screen in between the couple and Jack rose as Jack pulled away knowing exactly which park Rylee desired. "Thanks John." She snuggled into his chest.
"For what?" John asked as he looked down at the punk who was twirling a strand of her hair and her finger, her cap on backwards.
"For understanding." A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat in front of John on the limo floor to look at him. "Shit, did I do that?" Rylee squealed at the sight of the red hand mark on John's cheek. She lent up and touched his cheek softly.
"Rylee, don't." John whispered, closing his eyes at her touch. Rylee kissed John's cheek gently. He picked her up onto his lap, and started trailing butterfly kisses down her neck and along her collar bone.
Rylee wrapped her arms around John's neck, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck. John played with the bottom of her top inching it off. He was about to pull it off completely when the limo stopped suddenly.
"CRAP!" Rylee shrieked falling backwards and onto her ass on the floor of the limo.
"Sorry." Jack yelled from the front seat. "Ya'll okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm good J." She yelled back, getting up as Jack opened the door of the limo. "We'll be back in a few minutes. I'll call ya." Ry pulled John out of the car.
"Ry, where are we?" John asked as they walked over a bridge that crossed over a river holding small red rowing boats by its banks.
"Morpeth park." Rylee answered sitting on one of the swings. John stood behind her, and kissed her neck. "Ya know what."
"What Ry?" John asked against her neck.
"I feel like when I'm with you, I'm in the safest place in the world." John pulled her close and kissed her softly.