"And I will always, love you!" I finished off my rendition of Whitney Houston's classic, I Will Always Love You as the song came to an end on my IPod speakers. I stepped out of my hotel room shower, wrapping the towel provided around me. I swear they don't make these towels to fit people. Quickly, towel drying my long hair, I put on my black lace underwear which I left on the counter. After the day I had, I needed a long hot shower. I was in the process of getting ready as Jay had organised a few celebration drinks as I had signed my WWE employment contract earlier today. I had met with my new intimidating yet all so sweet boss, the Chairman of the Board, Vince McMahon to sign a 3 year deal with the company as an official World Wrestling Entertainment Diva for the Smackdown Brand. I was over the moon to be put on the blue brand, as I saw Raw as more of the 'entertainment' show than actual wrestling. Plus, Jay, Chris and Adam were on the Smackdown. I wasn't an emotional person, never have been, never will be, but I could've actually cried. My 4 years of hard work had finally paid off.

I pressed the 'skip' button on my IPod speakers for a more catchy song, I nodded in approval when Shania Twain's Man! I feel like A Woman, came on. I laughed to myself whilst applying my make up in the mirror. I think tonight was going to be a good night...apart from the fact I am indeed a light weight when it comes to drinking.

"The best thing about being a woman, Is the prerogative to have a little fun. Oh, oh-" I sang loudly at the song came into chorus as I threw open the bathroom door. It smashed into the bathroom wall, and made a loud thud.

Cringing at the door slamming against the wall, I stopped in mid sentence, as the site infront of me wished it was me that hit the wall instead. Three blonde heads slowly in sync turned in my direction, towards the bathroom. I stood there, gob smacked. Adam, Jay and Chris were sat on one of the two sofas in the room, all burst into laughter.
"How the bloody hell did you get in here?" I demanded, well...it came out in a whisper instead.

"You should take a lesson in how to lock a door" Jay said through laughter.

I looked at the 3 highly amused faces and 3 pairs of wondering eyes... "Fuck!" I was stood in next to nothing. "Stop looking at me!"I screamed at the 3 of them whilst wafting my hands at them. The bed was behind the sofas, where the boys were sat.

I eyed my purple, strapless dress which I laid out on the bed which I was planning on wearing tonight. Jay's eyes followed mine. I knew exactly what he was going to do. My plan was to get to the bed without Jay realising. I started to turn back to the bathroom but quickly turned towards the bed. I began running to the bed. I felt like I was in the fucking matrix or something! I jumped up onto the second sofa, that's when I saw Jay rise from the sofa in the corner of my eye. "Don't you dare!" That bastard. I watched as Jay flung himself across the double bed, which by the way was the biggest bed I have ever seen. I heard Chris and Adam in stitches laughing at the scene playing out right infront of them.

Jay beat me too it, he already had the dress snatched up in his hand. I used my pissed off face and stared at Jay whilst standing on the sofa. He laughed even harder as he swung my dress around in the air. Standing with my hands on my hips on top of the sofa, I was locked in a stare down with the Captain Charisma. "Man! I feel like a woman" He started singing whilst throwing my dress in the air.

"JAY RESO!" I was mentally pleased with how that came out, it sounded like I meant business. I jumped on the arm of the sofa, spearing him down on the mattress. Before I could snatch the darn dress back off him, it was already flying across the room to Chris, who was now standing up. It was about time he put his eyes back in his sockets since they had been popping out ever since I came out the bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh though, as he tried to put the dress on over his head. "Irvine! You better not stretch that! Or you're buying me a new dress!" I stated climbing back onto my feet. The dress was only covering his chest when it wouldn't stretch any further. Adam was still sat on the sofa, watching. He hadn't got involved, and which I wasn't surprised at. Over the past month, I had spent every day with Adam and Jay, and he hardly said a word. He was beginning to piss me off... he was so sexy and so freaking quiet! "Adam, you're really just going to sit there and not help me?" I asked looking at him, his green eyes met mine. A soft smile played with his lips. It was the sexiest smile. I had to have him.

"Lady? I don't see a vagina?" I heard Chris snicker. I broke contact with Adam and punched Chris on the shoulder. Let's say we had an no holds barred relationship.

"OW!" I whelped out loud, snapping my head around to face Chris, who just whipped my backside with the dress. My hands grabbed my behind has it began stinging slightly. "Dick" I muttered under my breath whilst grabbing the dress off him. I quickly pulled the dress on and adjusted it until it was perfect. My hair had now dried and was natural curls down my back. I put my black high sky heels on and turned around to the boys. "Ready!"

It was 4 hours since we arrived downstairs at the dimly lit and quite busy hotel bar. And in that four hours you ask? Well let's say it consisted of about 5 rounds an hour of a mixture of beer, whisky, vodka and a variety of shots. I had lost count of how many I have had. But I knew... hell, I think the whole bar knew that I was well and truly drunk! I never drink, I have never really have. So when I say it affected me quick...believe me, this was indeed, quick. The heels were kicked off under the table where we were sitting at. The dress was slowly working its way up my thigh. The hair was becoming more and more flat. Fortunately, other wrestlers had joined us within the hours, Kelly Kelly aka Barbara or Barbie, Melina, Nic aka Dolph Ziggler, Paul or Justin Gabriel, it was nice to meet some of my other co-workers of the blue brand. I was squeezed in between lovely Barbie and Adam. The conversation had turned from secrets of the bedroom to me. I dreaded this part, the get to know you part. I much preferred the secrets of the bedroom, as it was Adam's turn but no, it was about me. I grabbed hold off the bottle of red wine with two drops left in it as a distraction from the centre of attention.

"So Liv, you're parents must be so proud of you right? Are they supportive of your career choice?" Melina asked with a grin on her face. "I mean, it's not everyday people can say they are part of the WWE" I didn't answer. I just sat there and shrugged. "I remember my parents..."

The table started sharing the reactions of their own parents when they first joined the company. All I heard was positive words, happy families. Fake families, in my eyes. I couldn't sit here any longer. I slammed the empty bottle down on the table, causing the whole table to wash over with silence. It was definitely the alcohol taking effect. Wow, this was bad.

"No!" That was all I could slur out. "Excuse me!" I blurted out whilst staggering down from my high bar stool. I could feel Adam's eyes follow me to the door.

The mild, cool air of the night hit me as I slid down the wall onto the concrete floor next to the hotel entrance, stretching my legs out infront of me. I reached into my small clutch purse for my packet of cigarettes and lighter. Bad habit I know. The alcohol and fresh air began sending my head into a dizzy spell. I was not used to this. I thought back to my life in England, it had only been a month since I moved in with Jay and I didn't miss it one bit. I missed nobody, I had nobody. I had bitter feelings and anger if parents, or childhood was brought up in conversation and it was made worse with alcohol mixed in. I never told anyone. Simply because I never let anybody into my life.

"What are you doing out here?" I recognised the voice immediately and looked up to the beautiful man standing over me. He handed me his leather jacket which I slipped on. I secretly inhaled his smell. He had a blank expression. Probably wondering or confused about my performance a few minutes ago. He was beginning to annoy me. Over the last month, I had spent nearly every day with Adam and Jay, but knew nothing about Adam. I had to listen to the constant story telling between Jay and him as they have been best friends since they went to school together. I stood back up, puffing smoke out whilst doing so, which accidently wafted into Adam's face. I tried not to laugh at his disgusted face.

"I hate those things" His eyebrows furrowed and he took the cigarette from my mouth and threw it on the ground. "You know, you really shouldn't smoke" I rolled my eyes at his comment. How many times have I heard that? To be honest, it really got on my nerves. I didn't answer. Instead just let a silence fall over us. I heard him open his mouth a couple of times but never said a word.

"Can I ask what that was all about? She only asked a question?"

I let out a breathe; I didn't even know I was holding before facing him. Again, his green eyes bored into mine. "It was nothing" I lied, smoothly. I looked away from the stare. "It's just the alcohol" I couldn't tell him my problems, my life story, I wasn't worthy of sympathy or good words. "It got to me...sorry..."

"Bullshit! You're a shit liar" I laughed in his face, he had a nerve. He looked unamused.

"Well, it's nothing! Believe what you want, I couldn't care less!" I was getting pissed off; I inched towards Adam, getting in his face. He inched his face closer to mine, staring me in the eyes. Oh, so he wanted to play this game...

"I'll find out eventually, you know?"

"Well good luck with that one! Anyway! What the hell has it got to do with you! You haven't spoken two words to me this past month I've been here, only when Jay brings up a story from the past! I think that is called rude! Even then you make it seem like it's the hardest thing in the world to converse with me! Jesus..."

"Are you finished? I didn't know you cared so much! And how the fuck was I being rude" I was actually taken back by his tone of anger, but being stubborn myself I stood up on my tip toes levelling out the height distance. But the guy had a point, why the hell did I just give a speech about how he ignored me...get a grip Olivia Beckett!

"If it's not rude, what the fuck would you call it? I have been nothing but nice to you, interested in getting to know you but no I give and give but you don't give fucking back!" I was surprised I was actually carrying this argument on; I would've walked away by now. "But now, now you want to know! What the fuck is with you!" I jabbed my finger into his chest, hard. He didn't answer. Ha, no comeback, nothing. "Exactly, why would you care? Nobody ever does." I said quietly, not intended for him to hear but he did.

I brushed past him and made my way back to the hotel, not to the bar but to bed. I needed to get to my room. I felt the tears spill over down my cheeks. Traitor tears, I never cry. I picked up speed before Adam or anybody else could see me crying, this made me look weak. I was not weak! I finally reached the elevator doors. Jabbing the elevator button whilst watching the floor numbers slowly climb down. I became heavy sobbing, this wasn't like me. I wiped them away quickly. 10..9..8..7

"Liv!" I groaned out loud at the unwanted follower.

"What!" I didn't even look at him but I knew he knew I was crying. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I didn't realise I was in hysterics the time the elevator doors opened. Adam swept me off my feet into his arms as I cried against his black t-shirt. I think this was the first time I had ever cried, in a very long time, it felt like relief. I cried all the way to my hotel room. Adam had to go through my purse for the key, I did giggle at him repeating "sorry" until he found the key in my purse. Bless, I couldn't have cared less that he was going through my purse right now. He kicked open the door and placed me on the bed. I was beyond drunk. I lay on my back, spread out like I was making snow angels, the room was spinning, and oh god...it was coming.

"I'm sorry, I just. I just wanted to see if you were alright. But I want to know about you Olivia, I really do" I would've kicked off with him using my proper name, but coming from Adam...it was nice. I felt the bed move as Adam's weight sat down on the edge. It was dark and the noise of my IPod speakers were still ringing out throughout the room. Did I leave that on? Here it comes... "Please, you can trust me"

I sighed at his request. "I hate you" I heard him chuckle to himself. "I don't like happy families. It's horse shit. Nobody has a perfect family, whoever says they do, it's all shit!" I wiped away some more silent tears. "I was given up by my parents when I was a baby, and put into foster care. I have never had a permanent foster family." I blinked hard at the memories of a certain foster home. "I was in and out the foster home all my teenage years. Let's just say the older you get, the less appealing you get." I chuckled humourless to that statement, but there was two different meaning to that, which I wasn't going to elaborate on the one I meant. "I just waited until the day I was 18. 18 meant freedom. I could be me and pursue the wrestling."

There was silence. Yeah, I know what you all think, that it isn't that bad...well you don't know the half of it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-

"Well you wouldn't" I slurred out. "I don't want sympathy"

I felt Adam lay back next to me; I could make out his shadow with the moon's light peaking through the gap in the net curtains. Our chests moved up and down in sync. "My dad left, my mom and me when I was pretty young too, if it's any consideration. I have a small knowledge of what you feel" It was pointless as he couldn't see but I nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry too"

The sounds of Jose Gonzalez version of Heartbeats filled the room. It wasn't an awkward silent. It was different, I had just let somebody in and the world didn't fall apart. I listened to Adam breathing along with my own. I listened to the soft music play. I felt the weight shift on the bed and Adam's breathe gradually getting closer to my face. My breath got caught in my throat. His lips inched from my own. Our breathing got heavier. Christ, I think my heart was about to burst through my chest. My hand reached up to grab a fell off his blonde locks. His hand slid down my side of my body. I waited for his lips, the moment I had been waiting for since I got here. I slowly reached my head up to meet his lips. Wow, this night, the alcohol...I reached up to meet his lips.

Oh no, it's here...

I lurched forward sitting up from the bed, head butting Adam on the way, hearing a groan and a "Shit, Liv" I barfed all over the hotel carpet. Forget word vomit, this was actual vomit. With a few more heaves, passed out on the floor.

Moral of the story kiddos, do not ever touch alcohol...