Thank god, Adam knew his shit about cars. He fulled up my tank and replaced my tires, with the spares he kept. It was actually a little of a turn on seeing him under the hood on my car and replacing the tires. He would occasionally look up from the car and stare at me, then giving me a playful smirk that read, 'keep looking at me like that or I'll fuck you right here...right now' "Well, babe, I fixed the tires and I fulled up the tank for you...I just cant get that little scratch out," He looked at me and shrugged. I sighed, I'll probably have to take it down to shop...and then Randy will know about it. He looked at me and gave me a bear-hug. "Don't worry about it. It's probably someone just being immature," He said while letting one hand rest on my hip, while he let his other hand run through his hair. I smiled and tussled his hair. "Take care, Adam," I gave him a kiss on his cheek and he smiled. He grabbed my wrist and he brought me in a rough kiss, letting his tongue beg for entrance into my mouth. We stood there for about 3 minutes, letting our tongues savor the taste of each others mouth. He looked at me and gave me a peck on the lips, letting me know he was done kissing me and I could get in my car, and drive off. I pulled away from his lips and my jaw dropped a little. I don't feel that type of passion when I'm kissing someone except Randy.
Randy. Randy would be coming back home tomorrow. Things were going to get complicated.
The next morning I was down at the auto-shop seeing if I could get the word bitch out of the side on my car. I stood in the dusty, old auto shop. I would look at the old man fixing my car, and I sighed when I noticed he was looking at me. I looked at the old, country hick, who kept spitting onto the floor and I started to give him a stare down. "What the fuck are you staring at! Mind your own fucking business!" I yelled to him. He shook his head in disapproval, probably in the choice of my words. I sighed and paced around the room. I recently got off the phone with Randy, he told me he would be home later because he had an important meeting with Vince, Shane and the rest of the creative department, trying to come up with a new storyline for you. A smile popped onto my face as soon as I thought about him handling business. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw a Rolls Royce pull up into the shop. When I got out a familiar pair of blue eyes met mine.
"Dana!" Ted said to me. He gave me a large bear-hug and kissed my head. "I missed you so much, baby. Why haven't you called me in the past week?" He asked while kissing my head and giving me a stern look and a pout. "Things slipped my mind. I'm sorry Ted. I'm a little preoccupied with something else," I mumbled to him as my gaze took to my car. That scratch was still there! I couldn't drive across town with the word bitch scratched onto the side. My ass already got laughed at by a dozen people who saw the scratch and decided to comment on it, yelling, 'Ha-ha! That's what you get for screwing around ho!' and 'Jen, look, nice scratch slut! Next time don't screw around!' If I had to look at the scratch again I was going into a full bad-ass mood and kicking some ass and taking names. The old hick who was working on my car finished, and managed to get some of the scratch out and I handed him his money. He tipped his hat as a thanks for me paying him and walked off. That left me alone with Ted. "I'm sorry about your car...that sucks," He said to me with a sympathetic frown on his face.
I nodded. "It's cool. Don't even worry about it. Its not you-" I managed to tell him before we got cut off by a loud scream. "Putain, je te hais Ted! Comment pourriez-vous putain tricher sur moi! And with this slut of all people, are you crazy, Ted!" I turned around to see Maryse walking towards us having the angriest look on her face. She was out of the dress today, only in a white tank top, a pair of jeans, knee high brown boots and a matching leather jacket. What made me even more surprised was I didn't even see the punch coming towards me. I stumbled back onto the floor and I held my face. I could see her charging towards me wanting a fight. I got up and gave her a punch. Then this bitch and I started scrapping. See, Maryse is like the only one in the WWE, who doesn't know about my marriage with Randy, so she was caught off guard when I punched her again and I scratched her with the flawless cut on my diamond wedding ring. She held onto her cheek to see she was bleeding. "Bitch!" She yelled then we started fighting again. It didn't take long for Ted to break us up. He glared at Maryse, who already had her car keys out, looking like she was ready to scratch another hurtful word into my car. "Bitch, your lucky I don't fuck up your car and slash your tires again!" She started to breath heavy and glanced at Ted, looking like she wanted to strangle him.
"Dana, just go! I'll talk to you later, alright? Just go!" Ted yelled to me.
"Fuck, Dana, how did this happen?"
Randy asked me while looking at my car. I sighed, and shook my head. I'm starting to think the guy who made this Mercedes wanted bad luck for me because that's all I've been getting through the whole day. I shrugged and put a innocent look on my face. "I have no idea Randy. It just happened. I was coming from picking up Kendra from my parents and then when I get in the driveway...I see this!" I said, while mentally wanting to kick myself for lying to him again. This time, it was his turn to sigh. "Well, fuck, be more careful. You cant let shit like this keep happening," He told me while giving me a glare and then walking back inside to our fancy mansion. I looked around and sighed before I saw a familiar car and I rushed to it, letting my heartbeat increase with every step I took.
"John, what the hell are you doing here!"
