"Rose!" A familiar voice called my name but I ignored it and kept on walking. I didn't get far though before a hand wrapped around my arm grip to strong for me to break free from. I sighed turning around to face them.

"What Glen? I want to get the fuck out of here." Glen Jacobs stood before me and despite the fact that I clearly wasn't going anywhere he didn't loosen his hold on my arm whatsoever. Probably smart. He knew me well enough not to give me a chance because I was an opportunist and would fucking take any chance I could. Glen looked down at me no doubt trying to think of what was safe to say to me. I knew I looked tired and pissed the fuck off and everyone I had seen so far tonight knew that.

"I was gunna ask you- but now I can tell kinda why…" He started and I raised an eyebrow at him rapidly becoming more irritated with how long this was taking.

"Spit it out." I said my irritation seeping out into my voice. Glen took on an amused expression.

"I was wondering if you knew why he is so pissed right now. But gathering from the fact that you're pissed off too it had something to do with you huh?" He chuckled some as my expression darkened as soon as he was brought up. I bit my lip trying not to be too bitchy.

"Yes. It does. Now if you'll excuse me-" I went to leave but was tugged back. I rolled my eyes huffing.

"Hold on Rose. I want an explanation. I've known Mark a long time sweetheart and I've seen him pissed but this- this is kinda new. So of course I'm very curious as to how you two came to this state." Honestly if it wasn't for the fact that Glen was Mark's best friend and one of my close friends I would've cussed him the fuck for even asking a question like that.

"He fucked another woman." Glen's eyes widened some. I felt myself begin to go numb which was never good. I would start feeling again and it would hit hard when the numbness left.

"What?" Glen was trying to say something else but he couldn't form a thought so what was the best he could do.

"Yeah. Krystal I think it was or some shit like like. He fucked her, I left him, and here we are." I said bitterness filling me as I spoke. Part of me knew that I handled this wrong but I was so upset and mad and so damn hurt I didn't care.

"Mark wouldn't- I can't see him doing that just fucking some random woman when he has you. You two have been together for 2 years!" Glen said still trying to make sense of it all.

"He didn't do it when we were actually together. It was during that month when we were on a break. Technically not together but still he shouldn't have done her!"

"I remember the month split but he never said anything to me about any woman that he was-" Glen paused briefly. "Seeing." He figured seeing was a better way to phrase it than fucking or boning.

"Whatever. Clearly he doesn't give a fuck about me or else he wouldn't have jumped to another girl as soon as we split. It was a break for gods sake! You know meaning not forever! But I get it now and he's totally free to keep fucking Krystal or anyone he wants! I'm over it." I didn't believe the last part. Not at all. I was definitely not over it. Or him. I was still completely and utterly in love with Mark Calaway. My chest tightened some the more I thought about everything.

"How did you find out?"

"I answered his phone. The bitch called during his match with Kennedy tonight. She didn't even wait for me to say anything once I picked up. She just jumped right in saying her name and that she really enjoyed that night in the bar and she hoped she'd be seeing him again. I hung up and just fucking waited til he got back to the locker room. He never gives out his number Glen." That actually hurt the second most honestly the fact that he gave that girl his number. He never gave out his personal number unless it was to family, close friends or business related. But he gave it to a one night stand clearly wanting it to continue. I sucked in a breath as a wave of sadness hit me. Glen let go of my wrist but kept contact by wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He walked me out to his rental, knowing that I had come with him and I needed a ride back to the motel. The car ride was pretty quiet except for when Glen told me I could stay with him tonight seeing as how I couldn't go back to my own. It had been ours but now it was just his.

As soon as we entered the lobby of the hotel my body became tense. I didn't want to run into him. Glen hurried us into the elevator as if he knew what I was thinking. His room was on the 6th floor, the inside opposite from ours, and there were two beds. Glen just shrugged in response to my confusion as to why he had two beds. I couldn't sleep. I layed on my side for a good two hours trying to fall asleep but it didn't come. Glen was out in the other bed having no problems sleeping unlike me. The clock read 2:15 am in bright red letters that pierced through the darkness of the room. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly as soon as I felt myself start to tear up. I fuckin missed him. I missed having his strong tattooed arms wrapped around my body holding me flush up against his firm chest as we slept. I shouldn't but fuck I was losing my mind. I didn't want to be alone right now. I just wanted him and I hated myself for it. The tears kept coming, nothing I could do would stop them from flowing down my face so I just laid there alone in that bed crying silently so that I wouldn't disturb Glen. Sleep was the farthest from me.

3 days later- The arena was packed full of people all ready for tribute to the troops. Kofi Kingston was currently standing in front of me posing in front of a background that had the american flag along with some other patriotic symbols fluttered across it. A flash exploded as I pressed down on the button turning the camera I had to get more angles. Smiling I gave Kofi a thumbs up as I finished up quite pleased with how the pictures turned out.

"All good Kofi. You look very handsome." I said as I showed him the pictures . He rested his arm on my shoulders as we went through them together. However suddenly I felt Kofi remove his arm from around my shoulders and he stepped away rather quickly. Confused I raised my head to see what was wrong- and my heart stopped. Less than 3 feet away was Mark, his t-shirt tight across his chest revealing the muscle he had. He was glaring at Kofi who bid me goodbye and hastily ran off leaving me on my own. Mark's eyes followed Kofi until he was no longer in sight before immediately going straight to me his gaze freezing me in place. There was an intensity in his eyes that made my heart pound harder and stomach clench. I saw the anger swirling in the green depths and I tore my gaze away from his refusing to get trapped in a staredown. I would lose. Instead I walked away putting the camera down on the table next to the laptop that I used to upload the photos and edit them.

"Rose." His voice was deep as usual and it had an edge in it. He wanted me to turn around I knew from his tone, how he had said my name. But I was still pissed off and wasn't going to give into him that easy. I heard him growl right before I was being spun back around my the tip of my nose brushing his chest . I tensed up at the sudden closeness of him, his hands were on my shoulders his grip firm much like Glen's had been a few days ago. I tried to push him away from me but the more I struggled the tighter his grip became. It wasn't painful just tight and unbreakable. Mark had me stuck in between the table and hard muscled body effecting making it so that I couldn't move hardly let alone leave.

"Damn it Rose stop!" He basically growled at me. I quickly found myself pulled in even closer to him, against his chest my struggles becoming weaker as he cut off all my mobility. Despite how mad I was at him for everything including this little trapped game he was pulling I did notice that though his grip on my was strong and tight, he wasn't hurting me at all.

"Let me go." I said quietly not looking at him.

"No. I'm not gunna let you avoid me like you have been for the past 3 're gunna have this conversation right now." I snapped my eyes back up looking directly into his anger flaring up in me at his words.

"There's no need for a damn conversation! W said all that needed to be said 3 days ago! Not to mention I thought I made it pretty clear that we're done for good now. So you can leave now." I wasn't expecting him to move and he didn't disappoint me at all. The anger I had seen earlier in him sparked dangerously sending a thrill through my body and I gasped when he roughly picked me up placing me onto the table next to the laptop. His leg shoved its way in between mine separating them and he slid his body into the now open. Both of us were glaring at each other, tension steadily building around us.

"You said all you had to say. But now it's my turn. So listen up Rose. I'm only gunna say this once and you're gunna keep you're mouth shut until I'm done." Mark's tone left no room for argument. He was furious and not in the mood to fuck around. I tried to ignore the familiar flash of heat that was spreading down between my legs because of how close he was to me, the sound of his voice tight with anger and how demanding his eyes were as he looked down at me. I bit my lip preparing myself.

"First off you have it all wrong. If you had just let me explain none of this woulda happened. I have not fucked any other woman. Period. Not since I met you and we started seeing each other. Since then whether we were together not together whatever I have only been with you. You're it for me Rose. I don't want anyone else but you." I looked away from him but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed onto my chin with one hand forcing my gaze back to his.

"That phone call- well damn that was nothing. Yeah I went to a bar one night during that time when we weren't together. And I got pretty fuckin drunk. That Krystal woman was trying her damndest to get with me. Never shut up. I wasn't really paying all that much attention to her. I left my phone unlocked on the bar for a few minutes when I was talking to the bartender and I think that she stole it and grabbed my number. I was wasted, woulda been a good opportunity for her. That's what happened Rose." He was telling the truth. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was being completely honest. My anger had faded away during while he had been talking, I realized how I had over reacted. I hadn't bothered to have him explain anything that night, I was too furious and hurt. And jealous. Oh I was so fucking stupid. I had lost my fucking mind and broke up with him without even trying to get the whole story. Great job Rose. Stellar.

"I-I have to finish uploading these pictures so I can start editing them. Deadline." I heard myself say. Mark's eyes flashed and he slammed his hand down on to the table next to my ass the sound echoing some around the room.

"I don't give a fuck about the deadline! Damn it Rose! Why won't you just talk to me?" Another jolt went through me and I shivered some. Goddamn this man. Taking a deep breath I steeled myself.

"I'm sorry. I over reacted and I'm sorry." I whispered. My heart skipped when his eyes softened some. He sighed.

"What had you so worked up? I know that phone call was not good Rose but you've never just walked out on me like that. And things have been worse before darlin." He was right. Normally I would've been a little more rational in a situation like this, I would have let him explain first before freaking out completely. He wasn't going to let me off the hook until I told him I knew for a fact. He was incredibly stubborn.

"I was- jealous alright? I knew some part of me knew that technically we weren't together so it wasn't cheating really. I don't think. But I thought that you had moved on a second later while I was staying up at night missing you like hell. I was miserable during that month and to think that you were off-" I broke off not wanting to think about him with anyone else anymore. My thoughts were cut off abruptly as his mouth crashed down onto mine. I responded at once opening my mouth allowing his tongue to enter ruthlessly plundering, stealing my breath in the process. I moaned as I felt his hand slid from my cheek across my neck and into my hair holding onto my dark locks possessively. I had missed him more than I had thought originally but this kiss was reminding of exactly how much in a hurry. I never wanted to break up again.

My arms locked around his waist pulling him even closer to me if that was possible, the growl that erupted from his chest signalling that he quite approved of my action. He pulled back a few minutes later still keeping his hold on me.

"You've got nothing to be jealous of or worry about. I love you Rose. I'm all yours you got that?" Mark said to me. I pressed my lips to his in a slow kiss.

"I love you too. I promise I won't leave you again."

"Better not." His mouth claimed mine once again and I got totally lost in him. Until I heard someone clear their throat awkwardly. Me and Mark both turned our heads to see Adam Copeland and Jay Reso standing in the doorway. Jay looked very shocked and slightly uncomfortable while Adam was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Uh we- we just had pictures for 4 o'clock. Its 4." Jay said stumbling over his words a little bit. I felt my face heat up some.

"Oh yes. Of course." I went to stand up but Mark refused to budge. I looked at him confused and he just stared back a smirk on his face. Then he roughly kissed me one last time before finally moving back so that I could stand.

"Love you." He muttered his mouth against my ear sending me a quick wink before he turned to leave. As he walked by Adam and the still in shock Jay he said,

"Don't forget to smile boys."

Undertaker just- I love him and I think he's using it against me lol I was planning on doing an Edge or Punk or one of the requests tonight but Taker was like 'nah bitch. You're doing me tonight' ;) Who am I to argue with the Deadman?