Would have posted this sooner but fanfiction has been giving me problems, hope you like it! Read and Review please, And now it gets messy!
Randy had Savannah in such a tizzy that she decided she would take her mind off everything with a day of relaxation…on him of course. She had carefully lifted his credit card out of his pants pocket last night when he wasn't looking. If he was going to bring up all this lovey-dovey bullshit he was going to pay for it, with his gold card as a matter of fact.
She handed the woman behind the counter the card and signed for her brand new Versace dress, to go with her new Prada shoes and Chanel bag that she had already bought in the few short hours she had been shopping. A manicure was next on her agenda and for once she didn't care if Sam saw all this stuff on Randy's bill. She knew he'd talk his way out of it and then he'd learn his lesson about dumping emotion on her like that.
Savannah rounded the street corner, a bag in each hand, heading to her Bentley that Randy had bought her for her birthday. Laying down her packages she put her hand on the car door but before she could open it she felt a pair of large hands around her eyes. Her first thought was, oh god I'm getting mugged, so her first words were "Take anything you want."
"What if I want you?" The voice said.
Immediately recognizing the voice she swung her body around. "Jesus John scare a girl half to death why don't you?" She yelled, playfully pounding her fists on his chest.
John laughed, "Damn shorty don't damage the merchandise."
"Scare me like that again and you wont have any merchandise to be selling if you know what I'm saying." Savannah joked, pointing below the waistline.
He quickly grabbed himself, "Don't joke like that."
Laughing she grabbed her bags and opened the trunk to throw them inside, "So what brings you to this part of town?"
"I was heading to the gym and saw your car, thought I'd stop to see if you wanted to grab a coffee with me."
"That's sweet but I have a manicure appointment in five minutes." She told him, trying once again to get into the luxury automobile. She didn't need two emotional wrecks on her case; she just wanted to continue her day in the sweet life. Finally getting to see how the other half live, getting to taste what Samantha could do everyday married to Randy.
John stopped her again, grabbing her hand, "Come on you can get your nails done any day, come with me."
She looked up at the man holding her hand and knew he wasn't about to give up, "Fine, just let me lock the car."
The pair made their way down the street, looking for the nearest coffee shop, "John do you have to hold my hand?"
The West Newberry native looked down at the hand in his own, "What? Friends hold hands sometimes."
"Do you and Randy hold hands when you hang out?" She asked, titling her head to the side in protest.
"I guess not." Cena said, dropping her hand.
Savannah rolled her eyes before she ran her now free hand back through her red hair, "God he would shit if he knew what I was doing…"
"Why would Randy have a problem with two old friends hanging out together, grabbing a coffee? Not like he can say much he's married."
She smiled, "He wouldn't be mad about us, he's be mad that I just spent 8000 dollars on his credit card."
John stopped dead in his tracks, "You did what?"
"I spent 8000…"
He cut her off before she finished her sentence, "I heard what you said. How the hell did you spend that much in one morning?"
Savannah started counting on her fingers, "I bought a dress, a bag and a new pair of shoes."
"And that cost that much?" He asked dumbfounded.
She nodded, "Yup, I have expensive taste," The red head explained, taking his hand and dragging him into the coffee shop.
"I'll have a large coffee, black." John said, turning around and staring at Savannah, "What do you want?"
The woman moved up next to him tapping her black nails on the counter, "I'll have a medium low-fat French Vanilla latte made with fresh milk with cream on the top please." It was John's turn to roll his eyes at her; as far as he was concerned it should take that many words to order a coffee. Hell his grocery list was shorter.
When they were ready John grabbed the drinks and moved to one of the small tables, "So you weren't kidding when you said you had expensive taste," He said handing her the drink, "Eight bucks for a coffee?"
"Latte." She said taking the hot liquid from him, "Big difference."
He took a sip of his, "Same thing, girls and their foo-foo drinks," John tucked his wallet back into his pocket, "but at least I'm not out as much as Randy. What on earth did he do to get you maxing out his credit cards?"
"I didn't max them out, I just brushed the cob webs off them. And he deserved it, he started talking crazy last night bringing unwanted feelings into out arrangement."
John smiled at her comment, an 'I told you so' look blooming on his face. "I knew it would happen. Face it Savannah the heart can not stay out of the bedroom."
"God damn it, yes it can!" She yelled, slamming her fist onto the table. "The heart and the dick are very different."
"They tend to meet up on occasion. I know mine did with you." He said, laying his hand on top of hers.
Anna pulled away, "I really don't need this you know."
The man inched closer, "But do you want it?"
"Stop it." She said, shoving him back. But before she could protest further they were mobbed by fans asking John for his autograph, he scribbled a few before leading Anna back out of the establishment.
"Can we take your car?" He asked, running around the street corner.
"God what are you like Tom Cruise now, how many fans do you have anyway?"
"Too many, I may get booed continuously on TV but I can't take a dump without somebody knowing about it."
"Graphic." Anna commented.
"Can we take your car?" He repeated.
"Ok fine," She said watching him open the drivers side door, not like she could say no with his hand on the door handle. "But what do you think your doing? Nobody drives my car but me."
"Well now I am." John said getting into the car, forcing her to get in the passengers side before he drove off without her.
They sat in the car in silence for a while, Savannah couldn't believe that she had gone from a relaxing morning of shopping and beauty treatments to speeding down the road with John Cena having no idea where she was going. "So where are we headed?" She asked kicking her feet up on the dash of her car.
"I figured we'd just head back to the hotel, I assumed you were going there after your nail appointment to meet young Randal."
"Yeah I was going go back there, probably just get a bath though. I'm staying clear of Randy till the house show this weekend. I'm trying and convince him that he isn't falling for me."
For a minute John took his eyes of the road to look across at Savannah, "A bath huh? Can I join you?"
She reached over and slapped him on the chest, "In your dreams."
"Well if I close my eyes I might fall asleep and dream about it." He teased gluing his eyes shut.
"John!" She yelled, grabbing the wheel as he pretended to fall asleep.
He laughed and opened his eyes taking the wheel from her again. "Your cute when you're terrified."
Anna sighed and looked out the window, as they continued to drive. She didn't say another word until they reached the hotel. All she wanted to do was get back in the room, clean herself up, put on her new dress, do her make up and bask in her self-satisfaction for a day well done. But what was about to happen what she had in mind were two totally different things.
John and Savannah walked down the hotel corridor, "So which room is yours?" She asked, anxious to get rid of him and head on to her own room.
"This one." John said, stopping in front of room three-twenty, just a few doors down from Anna's.
"Okay, well thanks for the coffee…" She said starting off down the hallway.
Again John reached out and stopped her, "What's your hurry? Why not come in and watch some TV or something?"
"John we both know that's not a good idea," She told him, looking down at the grip he had on his wrist, "Because we both know that's not what you want me to come in for, AND we both know that I'm not the kind of girl to resist such an offer."
He let go of her and leaned against the doorframe, "Well what if I said I'd leave my heart in the hallway, would you come in then?"
Savannah twisted a finger in her fiery hair, "And then that's it, we say goodbye? No heart involved, no Randy?"
"No Mickie?" He asked watching her break out in a smile, "Just one proper goodbye between friends?"
She walked up to him and locked her lips with his, duelling her tongue for dominance before breaking the kiss and walking into the hotel room, "I'd like that." Anna said sitting on the bed and shedding her coat as he followed her inside closing the door behind him.
Meanwhile Randy sat on the hotel couch of his suit, bouncing baby Alana on his knee. He couldn't take his mind off Savannah no matter how hard he tried, even now in the company of his newly formed family. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was dead wrong last night, he didn't just want her for sex anymore As wrong as it was, he was falling in love with his mistress.
Samantha sat down beside him kissing him on the forehead before taking the baby in her own arms, "Your so good with her." She commented.
He looked up at her coming down from his thoughts; "She's a daddy's girl already." Randy said with a smile, now just looking at his wife he wished he cared about her one third as much as he did Savannah.
"God I love you so much Randy, I'm so happy when it's the three of us like this." She told him; once again kissing him only this time her lips found his mouth.
Randy kissed her without even thinking about it, his mind was too busy wondering where Savannah was and why he felt things terribly wrong. When his wife broke the kiss he routinely responded, "I love you too Savannah."
"Who did you just call me?!"