Chapter 15

Walking into the hotel suite, Jon tossed his bag aside and handed over the keys to Joe, his stomach rumbling. "See you when you get back, big man." He clapped his brother on the back and watched as Joe left. Jon knew he was having an issue with all of this, but it was only because their careers they'd worked so hard for were hanging in the balance. Bianca walked past him into one of the spare rooms and waited a few minutes before following her, wanting to make sure she was alright. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched as she lay on the bed and could tell everything was taking a toll on her. Jon moved forward and pulled up a chair next to the bed, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, genuinely concerned with soft blue eyes. "Can I get you anything?"

Bianca had gone straight into the bathroom to wash the makeup off her face, scrubbing it with soap and rinsing with hot water like Tiffany instructed. She then pulled out a makeup remover substance and washed her face with it, making sure to get it all off. A shower would wait until after she ate since she was starving. She looked up at Jon and cracked a small smile, slowly shaking her head.

"Stop worrying about me, I'm fine and I think I got through to Kavari. I'm not 100% sure, but she broke down to me and told me what happened with her and Colby. So now I think she'll be on board with everything. Hopefully she talks to him to smooth things over." The diamond ring on her left hand sparkled in the dim light of the room as Bianca pushed herself up to stand between Jon's open legs, moving his hair away from his ear. "It needs to be cleaned again. It's healing well though, a few more days and the stitches can be taken out. You probably already knew that though."

Jon refused to argue with her about cleaning it, already knowing he'd let her do anything she wanted to him. He tilted his head to the side to give her better access to his ear, gripping her hips again with his strong hands to pull her closer to him. His thumbs gently kneaded her bare sides where the t-shirt she wore rode up slightly and Jon fought back a groan at her soft skin.

"Can I tell you something?" Their eyes locked and Jon saw Bianca nod, giving him permission to continue, taking a deep breath. "I think I'm going to miss you when you leave to go back home." Pathetic, his mind screamed, and Jon couldn't agree more, lowering his eyes from her.

Bianca raised a brow, dipping the cue tip in the peroxide and couldn't believe what she just heard. "You're going to miss the woman who pierced your ear with her teeth? Who kicked you so hard in your chest she left a bruise? Who elbowed you in the nose?" She sounded surprisingly amused and heard him snort, a soft chortle escaping her while she dabbed his ear with the cue tip, feeling his grip on her hips tighten slightly. "I don't think you'll miss me as much as you think, Moxley. No matter what, Bryan is still my brother and I know you will hate him always, especially after he's tried destroying your career." The scary part was Bianca knew she'd miss him, but she was too stubborn to admit it. Denial was a beautiful thing. "I know I've said this 1,000 times, but I just want to say it once more. Thank you for telling me the truth. It took a lot of balls for you to tell me what my dear brother was up to and I appreciate it."

Jon waved her off dismissively, not agreeing with what she said as far as him not missing her. "Eh what can I say? Sometimes pain is pleasure and believe me, I will miss you. I don't hate people. I dislike them, but I've never really hated anyone." His thumbs continued stroking her bare skin. "And you can stop thanking me. I just got to the point where everything you said got to me along with Kavari. I couldn't keep doing it. I couldn't keep the truth from you anymore. Joe's a little grumpier about the whole situation because our careers are on the line. So if he gets a little mean with you, ignore him. Eventually he's gonna get over it and see the plan will work." His eyes caught hers again while she continued cleaning his ear. "Want to hear something even funnier? I think I'd miss you even if I never met you. Like if I just passed you on the street and that was it. I'd be completely hooked."

Her hand froze mid-swipe on his ear with the cue tip as a warm sensation enveloped Bianca, making her swallow hard. She could read between the lines and understood what he was trying to say even though he didn't really say it. Bianca had to squash this now before any other feelings developed, sadness entering her eyes.

"Jon, y-you can't have any…feelings for me, okay? You can't." Backing away, Bianca sat on the bed in front of him and held up her hand with the sparkling diamond ring, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I'm married. I don't care if Myron is dead, he's still very much alive in my heart and…I can't fall for someone else. I can't hurt him like that. So please, please don't have feelings for me and please stop saying you're going to miss me because I'll miss you too and it's not right. I can't have feelings for another man, do you understand me?"

Jon remained sitting in the chair across from her, his chest tightening at her words. "I didn't tell you that to freak you out or scare you. I sure as hell didn't tell you that to make you cry either." His hand came up to brush her tears away. "I'm just letting you know how I feel. I'm only being honest with you because I'm not one to lie about anything. We'll get through this and when it's over, it's over. You can go back home to your life and job and I'll – uh I'll go back to mine."

Pushing up from the chair, Jon heard the front door to the suite open and knew Joe was back with food. He kissed Bianca's cheek softly and left the room, knowing she needed time alone. Taking the food Joe handed him, Jon plopped down in the sitting room on the couch and started watching television while eating, his mind on the beautiful woman he loved to be tortured by. Touching her cheek where he kissed her, Bianca watched as he walked out and stayed exactly where she was seated on the bed. Silent tears coursed down her cheeks as her eyes closed, head lowering in shame. How could Jonathan Good fall for her of all people? She was damaged goods and could never be with another man as long as she lived. The vows she made to Myron were solid and there was no breaking them because then he'd hate her when she finally joined him. Sniffling, Bianca was no longer hungry and laid back on the bed curled up, letting her tears soak the pillow.

"You can't fall for me, Jon. Please don't." She whispered heartbrokenly, keeping her sobbing silent.

Meanwhile, Kavari stood in the doorway of Colby's room while he listened to his music and knew they had to talk. She exhaled shakily and stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. He was on the bed leaning against the headboard with black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, sneakers and a baseball cap pulled to the side on his head, his two-toned hair pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of his neck. Colby looked up since he'd had his eyes closed during the song and noticed Kavari in his room, immediately slipping the headphones from his ears. Kavari frowned at the flaming red handprint streaked on his cheek and felt tears sting her eyes, reaching out to gingerly touch it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…" She whispered, pausing and tried finding the right words to say. "Please tell me it was real." Her voice cracked. "Tell me the two days we spent together were real. Tell me it was all you. I can deal with the other stuff as long as what happened between us was real."

Colby closed his eyes and heard every word she said, hearing the amount of pain in her voice. It damn near drove him to his knees. "It was all me, Kavari." He said softly, opening his eyes to stare back into her tear-filled blues and could see the doubt in them. "I know you called me Seth and I should've corrected you. I never should've abducted you to begin with, but I'm not sorry I did. Because I probably would've never met you otherwise. I know you hate me for what's happened and for lying to you and I accept it. I made love to you as me and my feelings for you are all real. It's all me, both Colby and Seth-approved. You can have the room tonight, I'll just sleep on the couch in the other room. Sorry about slapping your ass too, I got caught up in the moment." His voice was sorrow-filled and full of heartache, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms and hold her close, but Colby honestly didn't want a knee to his nut sack. Not that he didn't deserve it because he damn sure did.

Not able to say anything at first, Colby took that as a sign Kavari wanted nothing more to do with him and stood up from the bed, guiding her to the door. "Colby…" That still felt foreign to her to say, but it also stopped him from pushing her out and slowly turned around to face him. "I don't hate you. I couldn't even if I tried. There was just part of me that was very confused about the whole name thing. I mean, what did you do with me as Seth and what did you do with me as Colby? I know now that they are really one in the same and I didn't mean to blow this all out of proportion." Kavari felt like a fool. "I was just embarrassed that I called out a name that's not really yours, just your wrestling character, while the man himself was the one making love to me. No matter what name you go by, wherever you are, if you're with me you're just Colby. And you're the one I want to be with."

Gripping his shoulders, Kavari jumped up into his arms and felt Colby catch her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist. She cupped his face in her soft hands as sapphire met chocolate brown and leaned over, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. Whatever Bianca said to Kavari at the arena, Colby owed her BIG for it. He really screwed up a good thing with Kavari and didn't know how to make it right. Colby immediately kissed her back, holding her against him as her fingers delved in his hair. He kicked the door shut and slammed her back against it, the kiss deepening almost to a violent point. They literally couldn't get enough of each other, their bodies both aching to feel one another. Colby made a vow right then and there to never lie to Kavari again, to be completely honest with her. And he would take an ass kicking from her father once this was all said and done since Glen had no idea about Vince McMahon and Bryan Danielson being in cahoots with each other. Kavari literally couldn't get enough of this man and couldn't believe she'd just spent almost 3 hours avoiding him. She pulled back from his addictive mouth panting, trying to catch her breath as oxygen filled her lungs again and ran the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry I was being ridiculous. Now that I think about it, it was pretty stupid. I hope you can forgive me because I still want to be yours." Kavari kissed him firmly, deepening the kiss a little more and broke it again, smiling softly. "But I want to be with Colby the man, not Seth the wrestler. Or whoever else you might be hiding in here." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hugged him tightly and buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but it's only been 3 hours since I started avoiding you and…I really missed you."

Colby held her close to him, inhaling her intoxicating scent and rubbed her back gently. "I missed you too. It's not crazy and definitely not stupid. And you have all of me, Kavari. I'm Colby, Seth and anyone else you need and want me to be. But I hope the label boyfriend is in there somewhere because goddamn it I want you too." He pulled back to stare into her eyes, wiping a few stray tears away and kissed her lips softly. "I'm already yours, I was the moment I made love to you. And I'll gladly go through hellfire and brimstone and anything else your Dad wants to toss at me in order to be with you, Kavari." Damn he really was falling for this girl and she'd just completely turned him to mush!

Kavari chuckled at the mention of her father. "When it comes to boyfriends, my Dad isn't very hands on. As long as you make me happy and you don't hurt me, he doesn't have to kill you. And you make me happy, Colby. I don't know how anything from this experience has made me happy, but it has and you do. I want you in my life for a very long time, possibly forever. What can I say? I'm hooked." Colby sat down on the bed with Kavari straddling his lap, their mouths finding each other hungrily again. Only when their stomachs began rumbling simultaneously did they part and Kavari laughed, stroking his toned stomach with her fingers. "Come on, I heard Joe come back with the food. Let's eat, take a shower and discuss a few more things in bed. Naked preferably."

Mmm sounds like a plan, baby." Colby purred, standing up after she did and captured her lips one final time, rubbing his nose against hers. "I want you naked in my bed tonight. And you won't be leaving until we are forced to move onto the next area tomorrow for Smackdown!." He promised, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and felt Kavari lean into him, the biggest cheesy grin on his face as they headed out to the sitting room.