Chapter 11

Zelia broke speed limits racing back to the hotel and couldn't stop the tears streaming down her face. They were unstoppable and she didn't bother trying to fight them since her heart felt like it was smashed into a million pieces. How could Jon treat her like a common piece of trash? Granted, Zelia had been avoiding him like the plague and it was for this specific reason. Jon got what he wanted from her, in a dirty club, and now he would go onto the next woman he could claim. Zelia hated herself for being so weak against him and hit the steering wheel several times, the anger pouring out of every aperture of her body.

Peeling into the parking lot, Zelia slammed the SUV in park and stepped out, slamming the door so hard the window rattled. She didn't care if it shattered or not. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Feeling very exposed due to having her panties ripped from her body from Jon, Zelia hurried inside the hotel, wrapping her arms around herself. A hot shower to scrub his prints off of her and a bottle of wine had her name on it as Zelia headed toward the elevator, going as fast as her 2 inch heels would allow. Just as the elevator doors opened, Zelia came face to chest with both Glen Jacobs and the soon-to-be returned Mark Calaway, –he was known as the Undertaker to the WWE fans- both of them stopping at the sight of Zelia.

Glen frowned, noticing Zelia's tear streaked face and red swollen eyes, stepping off the elevator. "Zel, what happened?" She looked like she'd gotten mugged, her hair haphazard and felt his blood start boiling. "Who do I have to kill?"

"Nobody, I'm fine." Zelia mumbled, lowering her eyes from Glen and turned to walk away from both of them, wanting to be alone right now.

That wasn't happening, not in the current state she was in and Glen reached out to stop her, grabbing her upper arm. "Zelia, talk to me." He was genuinely concerned about her, hazel eyes full of worry.

"Darlin', if someone hurt you, all you gotta do is say the word." Mark piped up, running a hand over his nearly bald head that currently had somewhat of a Mohawk style.

"Was it Orton?" Glen demanded, his voice laced with barely contained anger. "That son of a bitch, I'll kill him!"

"It wasn't him!" Zelia snapped, ripping her arm away from Glen and refused to tell him or anyone else what happened with Jon. "Happy fucking New Year." She took off through the door to the backstairs and ascended them as fast as she could, stumbling as her knees hit one of the steps. "Damn it!"

Glen moved to follow her, but Mark clamped a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "Let me handle this." He'd always been close to Zelia in a purely platonic way and they had a connection not even her and Glen did. "I'll call you up after I talk to her."

"Fine, you better find out what's wrong. If I see Orton, I'll maim him."

"You and me both." Mark muttered, having heard what Randy pulled on Zelia and planned on teaching the boy a little about respect towards women when they ran into each other next.

Heading up the backstairs, Mark found Zelia on the second floor steps sobbing and frowned, slowly lowering himself to be eyelevel with her. "Talk to me darlin', what happened?" His voice was nothing more than a low soothing rumble coming from his chest.

"I-I don't wanna talk about it." Zelia whispered, her entire body wracked with pain and anguish from what happened with Jon, burying her face in her knees. "It was h-horrible…"

Sighing, Mark decided not to press her to talk about what had her upset and instead lifted her up in his arms, carrying her up the rest of the stairs. "What room are you in?" He asked softly, heading down the hallway.

"202." She muttered, hating Jon for making her cry in front of a legend like Mark Calaway and took her keycard out of her purse when they arrived.

Mark took it and opened the door expertly, stepping inside with Zelia still in his arms. He headed over to the bed and gently sat down with her still in his arms, knowing she needed comfort at the moment. In all the years Mark knew her, Zelia had never showed this type of emotion and it baffled him. She was always full of life and joking around. Mark actually tried dating her at one point, but Zelia shot him down, knowing his reputation. He loved her quick wit and smart mouth, pursuing her for a while until Michelle McCool came into his life. He was legally separated from his second wife, Sara, when he started training Michelle and they immediately connected. Now they were married and had a beautiful little girl named Kaia Faith Calaway. What started out as lust had turned into a friendship that he honestly wouldn't have traded for anything in the world.

"I need to shower." Zelia could still feel Jon all over her and until she could erase his touch, the tears wouldn't stop. "Please, just let me clean up and then I'll tell you if you want to know that badly."

Mark eyed her skeptically, finally standing to set her on her feet in front of him. "Take your time. I'm not goin' anywhere." He assured her, gesturing to the bathroom door and watched her disappear inside, whipping his cell phone out to call Glen.

"What'd you find out?" Glen demanded, not bothering with a greeting as he paced back and forth. "Is she alright? Was it Orton?"

"Glen, breathe man." Mark looked at the bathroom door, hearing the sprays going. "She's in the shower now. She said she'll tell me everything when she's out. You need to STAY AWAY because I have a feeling she won't tell you shit if you're here. You're way more protective of her than I am…at least that's what I want her to believe."

"Mark, if Randy laid a finger on her…"

"I know, big man. Me too." Mark agreed, both of them on the same page. "Just give me some time with her and I'll call you after I leave her room."

An hour later, Zelia stepped out of the bathroom in t-shirt with her favorite rock band on it, The White Tie Affair, -she'd seen them in concert a few times and got made fun by her friends on a daily basis for liking their type of music- the material hanging off one shoulder with a pair of grey pajama pants. Her hair was brushed and her skin looked red from scrubbing until it was nearly raw. Not one part of her body felt Jon's touch, but the memory would plague her forever, Zelia feared. Sighing at the sight of Mark sitting patiently on her bed, Zelia walked over to the mini-bar and poured herself a much needed drink, filling the tumbler to the top with Vodka.

"Ready to talk?" Mark asked, already having a tumbler in his hand of bourbon, only half gone.

Swallowing half the Vodka down with ease, Zelia enjoyed the feeling of the liquid burning down her esophagus as she sat beside Mark on the bed, staring down at the liquid. "Do you know who Jonathan Good is?" Even saying his name made her heart twinge painfully, but Zelia ignored it, running her thumb along the rim of the tumbler.

"Sort of, he was on NXT and now part of the Shield, right?"

Zelia nodded, a sad smile crossing her face. "Yeah well, I knew him back when I worked for HWA. We were best friends actually. And I left because HWA released me from my contract abruptly due to the shitty economy. I didn't buy it for a second. Anyway, I didn't exactly say goodbye to Jon and…left without a word. A few weeks later, I started here and we recently ran into each other for the first time. He was angry because he thought I disappeared off the face of the planet and didn't know I'd gotten a job with the WWE. He was hurt more than anything. To make a long story short, we have a past that's twisted, confusing and…I ran into him tonight at the club I went to with Valisa."

Mark took a thoughtful sip of his bourbon, digesting all of that. "Go on." He urged quietly, placing a hand on her leg and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Instantaneously, fresh burning tears poured down her cheeks as Zelia lowered her head in shame, dropping her half-filled tumbler of Vodka to the floor. "I-I let him fuck me in the club. One minute I'm dancing on the floor with Valisa, the next I feel someone come up behind me and…it was him. We danced and he asked me if I wanted to leave. I said yes. I NEVER expected him to take me to a far corner and fuck me when everyone in their mother could've seen. But I did it willingly, it was completely consensual. I'm in love with him and have been for a very long time. Since the HWA days actually. Then he treated me like a common piece of trash afterwards and asked me if I would run from him again. He thinks I'm running away from him and I'm not. I'm protecting myself because Jon never ONCE gave me any indication he wanted me as more than a friend. Then all of a sudden he runs into me here and he wants me. I don't get it. So he got what he wanted tonight, I gave it up to him in a moment of weakness and now he can go onto the next woman." Burying her face in her hands, Zelia's entire body trembled and still couldn't believe what a horrid New Year's Eve this turned out to be. "On top of it, he thinks there's something going on between me and Glen. So apparently I'm a whore that likes to fuck in dirty clubs and married men."

"Stop." Mark held his hand up, scowling. "You are not a whore by any means, Zelia. Don't ever call yourself that again in my presence. Sounds to me like this boy is in dire need of a trip to the woodshed by the Deadman and I plan on deliverin' now that I'm back. He's gonna learn to treat a lady right." Glen would help too, Mark added in thought, pulling Zelia against his side. "It's different when you fuck someone you're in love with as opposed to a stranger, darlin'. Did he say anythin' else to you?"

"Yeah he said to go give Glen my sloppy seconds." Zelia sounded absolutely disgusted, feeling sick to her stomach at the memory. "All because Glen and I are friendly and hang out a lot. I hate people who automatically assume a guy and girl are fucking just because they hang out together. Completely ridiculous."

Jonathan Good was definitely going to learn the word respect when Mark and Glen were finished with him.

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"You did WHAT?" Joe bellowed, gaping at his friend and wondered if he'd lost his mind. "How the hell could you do something like that to her, Jon?!"

"Shut up and mind your own business." Jon ordered, smoking while sitting on the ledge staring out into the lake the next day. "God my head is fucking killing me."

Joe shook his head, folding his arms in front of his chest. "You do realize she'll never forgive you for this, right? You crossed the line and took the low road. You need to leave Zelia alone if you don't want to be with her." Valisa would be livid when she found out what happened at the club between Jon and Zelia, cringing at the thought.

"Hey, it was consensual and we both wanted it." Jon shot back, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Doesn't matter, she still ran away from me."

"Because you were a dick to her!" Joe growled, tempted to push Jon in the ice cold lake to make him wake up and realize what he did. "Hell, if it was me I would've left your ass high and dry too! You claim you love this woman yet you're doing everything in your power to make her hate you, man! What the hell is wrong with you, Jon? What's going through your mind? Fucking her in the club is one thing, but accusing her of sleeping with a married man is LOW."

Glaring up at his friend, Jon really didn't need to hear this and blew the smoke out, tearing a hand through his dishwater blonde hair. "You didn't hear their conversation and what they were saying to each other. You didn't hear how she wanted the Big Red Machine and how she had something important to tell me that they couldn't hide anymore. I heard everything and Zelia proved she's a whore when she fucked me last night. Plain and simple, the woman gets around a lot. Hell, I know she fucked Randy Orton too."

Joe could not believe what Jon said, thankful Valisa wasn't here because she would've beaten his ass black and blue. "I talked to Valisa about that and she swears to me nothing is going on between Glen and Zelia. You need to talk to the woman and just confront her before you end up losing her for good with your assumptions. They are FRIENDS, Jon. Glen is happily married."

"That's what Zelia tells her, but can Valisa honestly say without a shadow of a doubt she knows they aren't fucking?" Jon demanded, standing up from the ledge and turned to face Joe, bluish grey eyes showing all the pain and anguish he felt since finding Zelia again. "I do love her. I love that woman so much it physically hurts whenever I'm not around her. I searched high and low for her after she left the HWA, but I had limited resources. I would've done anything for her, no matter the cost or circumstances. Now, all she wants to do is mess with my head and run away from me like a coward."

"You two really need to talk." Joe concluded in a mutter, listening to everything Jon said and had to admit his friend made valid points. "And Valisa knows her better than you. They've been friends for a while and she can tell when Zelia is lying. She said Zelia has no reason to lie and would never degrade herself by screwing a married man. Randy has been pursuing her since she started in the company, but Zelia wants nothing to do with him. You really need to get your act together and your head out of your ass, Jon. Because if you are wrong about these assumptions and she really is only friends with Glen Jacobs, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life and eat you alive. Think about that."

Jon watched Joe walk away back to his car and left him standing there mulling over those words. How could Jon not believe there was more going on between Glen and Zelia when he clearly overheard it? She was hiding something and had to tell him. What was it then? What could Zelia possibly be hiding? Last night had been a moment of weakness because, as soon as Jon laid eyes on Zelia, he had to have her. She wanted him just as much, her body and eyes spoke volumes, but he did regret how it happened. Scowling, Jon lit up another cigarette and had to figure out what to do before he did lose Zelia for good, if he hadn't already.