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Natalie:

I arrive at work after dropping Angelina off at school. I don't even want to be there. I look like crap. My face is swollen, my nose is taking up half of my face, I have a busted lip and I feel like I was run over by a Mac truck. I have to go to work and I have to put on my big girl panties and face whatever comes my way. Last night started out horrible but the end of the night was amazing. I love John. I can honestly admit to myself that I love John. Last night with him was absolutely amazing. I have said I love Max but that love is nowhere near the love I have for John. John is the first person I ever lost my virginity to and I want him to be the last person I am with before I die. I just don't know how to get to that point or even tell John the truth. I walk into the door of the hotel and John is walking out. "Hey," I say with a smile.

"Hey," he says smiling back at me. "I will be back next Thursday to take Angelina to the father daughter dance."

"Okay," I say. "I'll see you then. Have a good flight."

"Thanks," he says with a smile. "Next week."

"Next week," I say with a smile as I continue walking into the building.

I roll my eyes when I see Callie still sitting at the desk. It's like she never leaves this place. I have no idea why she's there so long because I know I surely haven't scheduled her this much. I walk over to the desk and her face says it all. She is definitely wondering what happened to me. "Oh my God, Natalie, what happened?" she asks not even a minute later.

"Nothing," I say. "I just had an accident."

"You look horrible," she says.

"Thanks," I say. I would like to announce to the entire hotel staff and Max's boss that their beloved Max did this to me. He's not quite the stand-up guy everyone thinks he is. He is an asshole, a woman beater, a chauvinistic pig… the list goes on.

"I didn't mean it to be rude," she says.

"Okay," I say. "Why are you here? I thought you got off work last night? Why are you here this morning?" Something clearly is wrong with this picture and her being here still. She was doing more than working. And I smell that perfume; the perfume I smelled on Max. Callie is the one he is sleeping with. I could confront her or I could be professional about it. I'd like to confront her but I'm going to keep my cool. Now isn't the time to get into a fight with someone like her for someone like him. As far as I am concerned she can have him. I realize after sleeping with John last night I am just as bad as the two of them but being with John felt so right.

"I was working," she says.

"Okay," I say. "Is Max here?"

"No," she says with guilt written all over her face. "Why would Max be here?"

"I don't know. I was just wondering," I say. "So why did you work over night? And why wasn't I asked?"

"I heard you were busy last night," she says.

"But why were you here overnight?" I ask.

"I don't know," she says. The least she could do is come up with a better lie. "So how did you get hurt?"

"Don't worry about it," I say. "I really don't want to talk about it with anyone."

"So what's up with you and John Cena?"

"Nothing," I say as I realize I probably have the same look of guilt on my face that she had when I asked her about Max.

"So you two are friends?"

"Yeah I guess," I say. "Why?"

"No reason. I was just wondering."

"Why were you wondering?" I ask.

"Because I saw you two the other day and I was just shocked. I mean with you being with Max and everything. I didn't think you would be hugging John." She is probably digging for information as if I would tell her so she could go back and tell Max everything I say. That's what kind of backstabber she is. She is always standing there with the knife in her hand waiting for someone to turn their back to her so she can stab them in it. I'm not that stupid.

"If you must know John is a good friend of my family and he is a good friend of mine," I say.

"An ex-boyfriend?" she asks. Now I know she has been talking to Max. That information has only been discussed with Max. It's not like I go around throwing it out that I used to date John Cena well before he became a superstar.

"Why does it matter, Callie?" I ask.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"Granted the fact I look like crap and feel like crap I would say I am in a bad mood. I don't feel like being interrogated about John. He's a person. A normal person with a little glitter. He is just like you and me," I say. "It's not a big deal."

"Okay," she says as if she is annoyed with me. I am annoyed with her and she's lucky I haven't knocked her out for sleeping with Max behind my back.

"If you'll excuse me I have some work to do. I will be in my office and go home, Callie. I think you worked enough today."

"Okay," she says. "Bye, Natalie."

"Bye," I say before walking to my office while shaking my head. Unbelievable.

I am sitting in my office looking over a few things when about an hour later there is a knock on my door. Before I can say come in the door opens and Max is coming in the door. "Hey, Nat."

"Maxwell," I say not looking up from my papers. "Can I help you?"

"I just wanted to talk to you," he says.

"I think we did enough talking last night," I say as I look at him.

He has a look of guilt on his face as he says, "did I do that to you?"

"No, Max, the monkey that came in to attack me after you did this to me.. yes YOU did this to me," I say. I realize I am being a smart ass but I think it is necessary given the situation.

"Natalie," he says moving over to my desk. He takes a seat and reaches his hand to touch my face, "I'm sorry."

I smack his hand down and say, "don't touch me!"

"Natalie, I didn't mean to do that. I just lost my temper. I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't lose your temper like this, Max. You have a problem. You need to get help."

"Natalie, I really didn't mean that. I am sorry."

"Okay, you're sorry but does that change what you did to me? You tried to hit my daughter."

"I know and I'm sorry. I would never hurt her," he says.

"Really? Because last night you would have if I didn't step in. It doesn't matter Max you need to get help."

"Okay, I need help but I love you, Natalie," he says.

"Love doesn't hurt people, Max. If you loved me you wouldn't have hurt me. And this isn't the first time you hit me. You hit me and always say you're sorry. You aren't sorry, Max."

"Natalie," he says. "Yes I am. I love you."

"Max, not now."

"Natalie, are you still going to marry me?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Max. Right now I think it is better if we took time apart."

"No, Natalie, please."

"Yes, Max, it's what's best for us."

"No, Natalie, it's not. I can't be without you. Please don't do this," he says. This man is pathetic. He makes me sick.

"Max, I told you to stop hurting me but you didn't why should I do this for you?" I ask.

"Because I love you, Natalie, I won't do it again."

"No, Max, you need help," I say.

"Okay, I need help but don't leave me," he says. "Please Natalie, I love you," he says moving closer to me. He leans down and kisses my lips.

I pull away and say, "you need to leave. Please, Max. Just go."

"Natalie, why are you being such a bitch?"

"Because of what you did to me."

"Because of what I did to you? You lied to me for years but that's okay."

"I never said it was. I have lied to my parents too, Max, you're NOT the only one I lied to."

"So where is Mr. John Cena?"

"On his way home," I say. "Why do you care?"

"I don't," he says.

"See, Max, you're getting bitter about John. If you and me stay together which is a big IF you are going to accept that John is going to be in our lives. He is Angelina's father. He wants to be in her life and I am going to let him."

"But Natalie, she doesn't know him," he says, "she knows me better."

"She's scared of you. And she's getting to know John. She wants her father in her life."

"Why is she scared of me?"

"I don't' know because she watched you kick my ass last night, Max and then you tried to hit her. She's scared of you."

"She shouldn't be," says Max.

"I don't blame her. I'm scared of you because you're crazy. You beat the crap out of me last night."

"And I told you I was sorry."

"You can say sorry all you want but that doesn't mean a thing. Everyone is sorry but when a person is truly sorry they stop doing that action."

"Okay," he says. "So if I get help what happens then?"

"I don't know, Max," I say as he comes behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. "I really don't know. I'm just tired of the fighting and the hurting."

"I'm sorry, Natalie, Please forgive me."

"Okay," I say. I don't have the energy to sit and hear him beg for my forgiveness.

"Thank-you, Natalie. I really do love you and I'm sorry. We can work through this. I will be accepting of John."

"Max, I said I forgive you. I didn't say that we were staying together. I told you I don't know what's going on between us. I really need to think."

"Nat," he says.

"Max," I say, "can you answer something for me? And I want the truth."

"Okay," he says.

"Are you sleeping with someone else?"

"Natalie," he says, "I told you I wasn't."

"See you can't be honest," I say. "Please just get out. Give me time to think."

"But Natalie," he says.

"Go, Max," I say.

"Fine but you will be sorry for this," he says.

"Whatever, Max. Don't threaten me."

"I am your boss," he says.

"This has NOTHING to do with work. This is personal. Don't bring my job into this," I say.
"Goodbye, Natalie," he says with a smirk as he walks out. I have no idea what that means but I have a bad feeling. He wouldn't bring my job into this; at least I hope he wouldn't. There's just no telling with Max these days. He has completely lost his mind.

*A/N: So what did you think? Pleas review and thank-you for reading.