A bit short but thats the breaks. Thanks for lots of reveiws last chapter! Please continue to both review and enjoy :)
Crying out in pleasure Savannah threw her head back, John's tongue running up across the flesh of her neck before moving over her chin to find her mouth. "Harder," She groaned, breaking the hungry kiss and squeezing her legs around his waist to pull their sweaty bodies closer together. The man obliged her picking up the pace as pounded her against the mattress. Anna bit down on his shoulder, the satisfaction too much to keep from screaming. "God John yess!" She yelled, clawing and scratching at his bare back. John let out one deep grunt and Savannah knew he was finished as she felt her own body shutter, clench and release, moaning his name in euphoric bliss.
He rolled over off of her as she grasped the sheet, pulling it up to frame her face, "Cold?" The man asked her causing a slight laugh to escape her lips.
"Quite the contrary," Anna explained, "It is steaming in here, in fact I think I'm blushing all over."
John flicked his thumb under her jaw, "You blushing? Come on honey we both know you could make a playboy bunny blush."
She bit her bottom lip in thought, "Well now that you mention it I have."
That got his attention, "Indulge me…"
Savannah once again laughed, amused by his eagerness to know what the hell she was talking about. "Long story short? I brought Maria home for a threesome with Randy."
The West Newberry native's eyes all but popped out of his head, "Lucky s.o.b."
Rolling over on her side Savannah ran a hand up John's toned abs and chest, "I'm the lucky one," She stated, changing the subject to boost the mans ego, "I forgot how incredible you were in bed."
He took her hand off his body and kissed the back of it, "You don't have to forget again."
Anna abruptly pulled her hand back, "John we both said that this was it, one last ho-ray then goodbye for good."
"But," He began then was suddenly cut off by someone screaming in the hallway.
The red head strained to hear what was being said, at first because she didn't want to give John a chance to continue but then because the yelling voice sounded oddly familiar. Savannah gasped, "It can't be."
"What?" Cena asked, looking rather confused as he watched her gather up her clothes and stumble out into the hallway. He followed suit, getting his own garments and heading for the door.
"Not what, who." Savannah said before rushing into the corridor only to confirm her worst fears when she saw him, then her. "Samantha." She whispered covering her face as she watched the argument heat up.
Clothes came flying out of the woman's hotel room, landing in Randy's face before his suitcase followed and one of his shoes caught him in the head, "Sam wait please."
"Shut up!" She yelled at him, "Don't talk to me, and don't look at me. Just get the hell out of my sight, all my friends warned me you'd fuck around on me and I defended you, you son of a bitch!" She screamed continuing to hurl whatever she could find of his in Randy's direction. "Well you can go to hell Randal Keith and take your ring with you." Samantha shouted, flinging the ring into the pill of his belongings on the floor.
Savannah just stood there; there was no doubt in her mind that Samantha knew about her and Randy. He was too dumb to have a second mistress so his wife must have been screaming about her. Then much to Anna's dismay the woman happened to glance down the hallway to spot her taking in the argument. "You!" Samantha screeched, tears starting to fall down her reddened face, "You home wrecking slut," She said walking up the red head and slapping her clean across the face, "I hope you get what's coming to you."
The make-up artist just took it, she didn't fight back because after all Samantha was right and she deserved a lot more then a simple slap in the mouth. Rightfully Anna should have followed her back to the room and thanked her for not pulling every last hair out of her head, but she didn't think it was a good idea. Count your blessings kind of deal. She could have easily taken the queen of suburbia but she wouldn't have fought back, she would have taken her punishment with grace. Inside she hated Samantha, she cursed her name so many times she'd lost count, but the woman was never real to her till the tears came pouring out of her eyes.
"Oh my god Savannah are you ok?" Randy asked, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the red head, titling her face to examine the blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.
"I'm fine Randy really."
He grabbed her by the face and placed a soft kiss on the wound, "I'm sorry she never should have hit you."
Anna pulled out of his tender grip, "I deserved worse, she was completely right. How did this even happen anyway, How'd she find out about me?"
Randy looked up at the ceiling, disappointed in his own stupidity, "I called her you, I said I love you too Savannah."
She shoved him back, "You idiot, your going to have to work so hard to get her and her trust back."
The brunette man reached for her hand, "But I don't want her back, it was probably the greatest mistake of my life because now I can finally be with you, I really do love you Savannah."
The red head screamed, "Don't say that to me, YOU-DON'T-LOVE-ME! Your in love with Samantha, your wife and mother of your child, now go back to her, tell her your sorry, that it's over between us, and it will never happen again."
"But I could never leave you, not even if I tried." He responded, trying desperately to hold her but to no avail.
She moved away from him, "And that's why I'm leaving you, goodbye Randal it was fun while it lasted but you belong with your classy wife not a tramp like me." Anna told him, moving towards John who had yet to say a word.
It was only then that Randy noticed that his best friend was standing there with his girlfriend, and it broke his heart in two to see her follow him into his hotel room. How could it be over?