Memphis frowned and stirred in her sleep. Her head turned first to the right, then to the left. Finally her eyes slowly opened. It took a few minutes to focus almost like she was hung over without the alcohol but the minute she was fully alert, she sighed. She was used to waking up in strange places, in random hotel rooms. That was part of the job. She felt a chill in her bones and shuddered. They were in Canada in winter and the weather was known to be brutal at times. Memphis pulled the thin sheet up to her neck and for the first time it dawned on that she was naked. She had never been the type to favor sleeping in the nude. In fact, the only time she ever did that was after a night of lovemaking.

Her heart pounded as she sat straight up. Within a few seconds, everything came flooding back to her. She remembered the night before, how fun and awesome it had been with her friends. She remembered hanging out with Randy in the hotel bar. They'd had a great time just laughing and talking but something about that conversation had been different. Being with him had made her feel differently. It had strangely felt like a date of sorts. And for a few hours she hadn't thought about work or real life or her boyfriend, Phil Brooks. All that mattered was her time with Randy and how wonderfully surreal it felt. Even though it was just a chat and an unfinished drink between friends, something nagged inside her to stop it. She knew she should have listened to that voice inside that she had been ignoring for so long. The one that told her she should not trust herself with Randy Orton.

The situation had spiraled dangerously out of control. A friendly conversation, a lot of laughs, subtle touches and stolen glances. It was all so innocent but the moment they had headed upstairs, something had changed for Memphis. She was foolish enough to think that one night wouldn't matter. It was funny, neither had spoken a word during the entire time they'd had sex. Still it was the most wildly erotic, pleasurable, intense moment of her life. And the morning after had brought a new day filled with regrets. She could feel the warm, soundly sleeping body resting beside her. Memphis was used to waking up enveloped in tattooed arms but no amount of hoping, praying, or wishful thinking could make Phil magically appear next to her. It was reality and the cross she had to bear was that she had been unfaithful to the man she loved. Some moments in a life went forgotten while others remained permanently embedded in a memory. One night, one decision was going to change everything. Glancing down at her unclothed body made Memphis want to throw up. She slipped out of bed, frantically searching for her underwear. In her haste to recover her belongings, she bumped her toe against the desk in the room and yelped out loudly in pain. The commotion stirred her partner. Randy frowned and sat up before stretching and yawning.

"Hey," he said.

She was in the process of stepping one leg into her panties and she was still without a bra. The missing inhibitions from the previous evening had returned with a vengeance.

"Stop it!" she snapped. "Don't look at me!"

Randy bit his lip and held back a smirk. He lowered his head as she hurried up and got dressed.

"Can I look now?" he asked, raising one eyebrow when she had her jeans and tank top on.

Even with tussled bed head and smeared makeup from the night before, Randy still found her terribly sexy. He wanted nothing more than to snake his arms around her and go for round two.

"You need to go," she avoided his gaze, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Memphis…"

"I'm serious, Randy! God! Please leave!"

He swung his long legs over the side of the bed and let the covers fall exposing his toned naked body. Instantly Memphis recoiled and turned her head.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before," he said casually putting on his underwear and jeans.

Tears stung her eyes as she looked at him for the first time that morning.

"Do you think this is funny?"

He walked over towards her.

"Come here," he said softly, reaching out for her arm.

Memphis backed away, pushing him.

"Don't! Goddammitt!"

In the moment, Randy had just been enjoying the sex. His mind had wandered to how she would react the next day. Would she give in to what they had felt? Would she end things with Phil? Would she remain in denial? Would she freak out? In being awake for less than two minutes, Randy could safely assume the latter.

"Look, I think we should talk about what happened last night."

"I don't want to talk about it," she cut him off.

"Listen…"

"It was a mistake, okay? A horrible mistake. And I wish I could say we were drunk cause maybe then it would be an excuse but we have no excuses, Randy. Okay? There is no excuse whatsoever for last night."

He looked on as she went about the room, practically tripping over her own feet as she grabbed her suitcase and began randomly stuffing items in it.

"It wasn't a mistake, not to me," he quietly mentioned.

Memphis shot him a look of pure disgust.

"Don't start that shit…"

"What shit?"

"The lies and the charm and all the other bullshit you use to con women into bed. I can't believe I fell for it."

Randy folded his arms.

"Oh so I conned you last night? Gee, Memphis, it sure didn't take a lot of arm twisting on my part. You seemed more than willing."

"I hate you," she bit her lip. "You make me sick. I regret the day I ever met you, ever talked to you."

She was being impossible. She was moving about the room like she was lost, on the verge of tears, angry and sad, half on her way to a seeming nervous breakdown. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he walked over to her, his bare feet kicking at the accumulation of clothing that had piled up on the floor.

"Memphis, look at me," he commanded in a firm tone, using both hands to stabilize her small shoulders. "Last night happened. We can't pretend it didn't and we might as well face it, talk about it. You know I think you're beautiful. I've been attracted to you for a long time. But it's more than that, it's way more than physical. There has been something between us for a long time…"

"No," she fought to squirm out of his grip.

Randy wouldn't let her.

"You're not gonna run away, you're going to stand here and listen to me. You know it's true," his voice grew low and husky as his blue eyes bore a hole straight through her. "There has always been this chemistry we've had and last night it just exploded. We couldn't have helped it if we wanted to, not that we wanted to and you damn well know it. It may have been wrong or whatever but we couldn't resist, we couldn't stop it. We had sex and it was great and now I want to talk to you about what happens next."

She squeezed her eyes shut and willed his words to just go away. She couldn't handle it.

"I told you, last night was a mistake. It should not have happened. I am sorry I let it happen. And it will never happen again. I know you're into the whole bed hopping thing and increasing the numbers for your various sexual conquests and I might just be another notch in the bed post…"

"You're not. You know that. Memphis, you know I have real feelings for you."

"Shut up! Just stop it! I am going to forget last night ever happened and I suggest you do the same. Don't think about it or speak about it…ever! I mean it, Randy! I don't want anyone to know!"

"You mean Phil?"

She tensed at the mention of his name.

"Especially him. He was right. Being your friend was a mistake. Unless it is strictly work related, I never want to talk to you, in fact, I never want to see your face again. Now get out!"

"Memphis…"

"Get out! I am not kidding around! Get out before I scream at the top of my lungs because I swear to God, I will do whatever it takes to get you out of my face right now!"

Randy finishing dressing and grabbed his jacket.

"If that's what you want…"

She followed him to the door and slammed it as soon as he was on the other side. She hastily bolted it and turned around, trying to get her breath. Her eyes fell upon the bed, its sheets still tussled from their night of passion. Just seeing it sent her straight to the trash can where she violently vomited. When she was done, she managed to brush her teeth and finished getting dressed. Most of the Superstars were due to catch the same flight to Calgary in three hours. Memphis knew she couldn't be on that plane. She packed and put on a pair of oversized sunglasses as she left the hotel without checking out. A waiting cab took her to the airport where she rushed the Air Canada gate. Her hands shook as she tried to gather her driver's license, passport and boarding information. Her voice trembled but somehow she managed to get on an earlier flight. Memphis rushed to the gate and her heart sank when she saw Kofi "Kingston" Sarkodie-Mensah already waiting. He smiled and gave a polite wave to which she only nodded and turned her head as to avoid a full blown conversation. A half hour later they were boarding and she was relieved to take the very last seat at the rear of the plane next to the restroom. They took off without incident as she tried to relax.

Memphis closed her eyes. She tried to think about work, anything but no matter what, her thoughts always wound up back on Randy and/or the night before. What had she been thinking? God, she hated herself so much at that moment. She thought about those blue eyes and that smirk and she became so angry that she gripped the armrest, desperately wishing he was near just so she could slap him. Then she thought about how much fun they'd had at dinner and it actually made her smile. Nervously, she played with her hands and that's when she felt it. Looking down, there was the Onyx ring, the gift from Phil, still on her left fourth finger. She hardly ever took it off except for work and she had no recollection of removing it the night before and putting it back on the next morning. That meant she had worn it the whole time she had been having sex with Randy. Touching it, tears sprang to her eyes but she didn't cry. Instead she broke out into a loud fit of hysterical laughter. The woman across the aisle gave her a confused and annoyed look but Memphis didn't care. For that one moment she wasn't a celebrity or WWE referee, she was simply a woman on the edge wearing a huge coat and sunshades, laughing erratically for no apparent reason in seat 42F. Her mind raced, flashing forward to random thoughts. Some instances brought tears, some brought laughter, some brought anger. But when she thought about that night, the actual sex, it was undeniable how turned on she had been, how he done things to her body that she never imagined possible. She liked it. She had enjoyed it. She could still feel his hands between her thighs stroking her, his breath against her neck…

"Are you okay, Miss?"

Memphis looked up and saw the flight attendant standing over her. The plane had landed and was parked safely at the gate in Calgary and every passenger had exited but her. Looking like a deer in headlights, she stood, grabbed her laptop and carryon and rushed down to baggage claim. Once her items were retrieved, she hailed a taxi that took her straight to the arena. Being backstage at a venue snapped her back to the reality that was her life. It made the consequences for her actions seem that much more dire. How could she do what she had done? How did she expect to get away with it? How would she be able to avoid Randy Orton forever? Would life ever be the same again? Rounding the corner to the female dressing area, Memphis dragged her bags behind her. Her chest and head hurt. She literally felt like there was no air. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got sick again. Stopping, she leaned against the wall and prayed for just a moment of normalcy. She was losing her mind. Doubled over, she closed her eyes and mumbled a prayer. Then she heard a voice. That voice.

"Memphis?"

She slowly looked up. No! Please God. She wasn't ready, not yet.

"Punk…"

His eyes narrowed.

"Everything alright? You don't look so hot."

Memphis looked him in the eye and the guilt nearly took her off her feet. He loved her so much and she had hurt him, betrayed him in the ultimate fashion. Now, more than ever, it was real.

"I, um…I had a bad flight. And my head hurts and I'm so tired and uh, I, I missed you so much," her voice broke.

She started to cry and he gave her a reassuring smile as he held her in his arms.

"I missed you, too. It's all gonna be okay, Dollface. I'm here. I'm right here."

And she broke down in his arms. A few feet away, she felt a pair of blue eyes staring at her. He saw her interaction with Phil, he saw the look on her face. Their eyes met and immediately she knew that he knew. It was true. His worst fear had come true. Sighing, John Cena shook his head. He had begged Randy not to but his friend would not listen. Now the mess had been made and the aftermath was sure to be explosive.