I'm so sorry for the months of no update, I've been in Europe and I haven't had the inspiration to write anymore for this story but since I've been back home I decided that I didn't want to leave this story unfinished. I'm hoping to finish in a few more chapters since I do have an ending but unsure who Bethany will end up with. Enjoy :)
Chapter Thirty-Seven – The Venetian
Knock, knock, knock.
"I'll be there in a minute!" I yelled from the bathroom, I applied a clear gloss over my red lips and ran a brush through my hair again. I jogged to the door struggling in my red Isabel Marant leather studded mini dress and opened the door, "Hey come in and take a seat. I just need to find my shoes." A-Ry closed the door behind him and slouched down on the large l-shaped couch, "How was training?" I asked him from the master bedroom as I went through my luggage to find my Louboutin Batignolles patent leather black pumps,
"Rough, DeMott pushed me to my limit." He sighed, "Don't be angry if I don't drag you onto the dance floor tonight. I had trouble walking up the steps to the elevator." I leaned against the doorframe to put on my heels and smiled at the almost collapsed wrestler on the couch,
"I'm not much of a dancer anyway and I'm struggling with my bruise. You ready?" I asked grabbing my black Burberry mid-length trench coat and my Miu Miu black leather clutch, A-Ry opened the door of my suite and ran smack into Phil,
"Hey buddy I'm so sorry." A-Ry apologized with a hand on Phil's shoulder,
"Phil what are you doing here?" I asked cautiously handing A-Ry my clutch so I could put on my coat,
"I thought we could head down to Canaletto together I didn't know you had company."
"Oh well we could just head down together." A-Ry suggested innocently, I closed my mouth to stop myself from telling him to jump of the top of the roof since I was still fuming about our last conversation,
"Sure. That sounds wonderful." I said stiffly and walking ahead of the men to the elevator. This was going to be an interesting night.
A-Ry helped me out of my coat and handed it to the coat check as Phil waited silently next to him with his hands in his suit pockets looking uncomfortable,
"Wow this place is gorgeous." I spoke as I observed the large three story Italian restaurant. We start our ascent up the wooden spiral staircase to the last floor; I looped my arm through A-Ry for support from my high heels, he smiled down at me and I heard Phil make a gagging sound from behind me. We reached the top floor and greeted the happy couple; Mike stood proudly next to his beautiful fiancé in a tailored grey Calvin Klein suit while Maryse wore a red Valentino sleeveless maxi and Loree Rodkin gold diamond drop earring,
"Congratulations!" I hugged both Maryse and Miz "Let's see the bling." Maryse proudly put her left hand into mine as I gazed at the large diamond engagement ring securely on her finger, "That's beautiful. Did you pick it?" I asked,
"No Mike did." She smiled and bounced on her toes in excitement,
"Great job buddy." A-Ry slapped Mike's arm in congratulations,
"You guys are sitting on that table with Sheamus and Chris." Maryse smiled and we hugged again; A-Ry spotted Sheamus at the bar and made a beeline to him, I took a step to follow but Mike caught my arm,
"So what's going on with you two?" he asked, a mischievous smile forming on his face,
"Nothing we came here together that's all."
"Oh is that all? You guy have been friendly since you came back."
"Friendly as in friends? Because we are friends who get along."
"Right. I don't believe you. He's a great, respectful and smart guy he's a catch you should think about it since your last boyfriends weren't… you know. Well we know how they ended. Wade was a phase and Phil and you are like fire and gasoline." He raised his eyebrow, "It gets pretty lonely on the road."
"I know, however," I sighed, "I think my focus needs to be on wrestling rather than guys."
"Promise me you'll find yourself a nice guy. Someone to keep you warm at night and love you." I rolled my eyes Mike kissed me on the cheek and went back to greeting guests; I grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing waiter.
"Be good B."
"Yeah, yeah." I replied over my shoulder and began to move through the crowd towards Sheamus, A-Ry and Chris standing at the bar with beers in their hand.
"Are you old enough?" Chris pointed to the champagne in my hand, a smile spread across his face,
"Nope, do you have a problem with that?" I finished the last of the glass and put it on the bar next to him.
"Not at all as long as I don't have to carry your drunk ass out of here." He smirked and took a swig of his rum and coke, "How's your ass?"
"Sore and bruised. I'll admit I saw my life flash before my eyes."
"I've had that a few times. I curse at myself everytime I go out for a ladder match or god forbid a Money in the Bank match."
"You created the Money in the Bank match though." Sheamus laughed and gave Chris a playful punch on the arm,
"And I curse myself every time I have be in one."
"It must be an awful feeling throwing yourself off a ladder." I finished my champagne and shuttered at the thought as I recalled Mike dislocating his knee in the 2011 Money in the Bank match,
"Suggest a diva's ladder match."
"I can't imagine we could find enough girls willing to put their bodies on the line."
Chris took a sip of his drink as his eyes drifted off into the distance switching deep thought,
"What are you thinking?"
"I'll tell you later." He winked and left to mingle with the other guests,
"What's he up to?" asked Alex as took Chris' place,
"I think he is up to no good, conjuring some sort of scheme. I feel like this is going to get me hurt."
"I sure whatever Chris is going to throw at you, you'll be fine. C'mon I'm going to steal you away from your date and dance."
"No- no it's okay. I'll not much of a dancer."
"Shut up and dance with me." He grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor.
"Oh God he is so heavy." I adjusted Sheamus' heavy frame on my shoulders,
"Not too far now." Alex grunted from the other side as he beared the majority of 267 lbs and 6'4 frame,
"And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be,
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more"
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before' Sheamus sung out as he dragged his feet along the concrete,
"As much as I love the large Irish fella, I was hoping our evening would end differently to this." Alex admitted,
"Well it's certainly not a boring evening." I laughed,
"And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be."
Alex and I laughed at Sheamus' celtic drinking song
'Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see' I joined in picking up the first few lines of the chorus,
"Ah! Lass you know how to make an Irish man smile." Sheamus slurred. We entered the lobby and smiled politely at the nighttime receptionist.
"C'mon fella lets get you to bed." We pushed him into the corner of the elevator and he slumped against the railings,
"I think I should go to bed." He mumbled drunkenly,
"Don't worry buddy your almost there." I cooed as I guided him out of the elevator, "What number are you?" He pointed up ahead and stumbled to the door as he fumbled for his wallet for his key card, I turned to Alex and smiled, "Thanks for tonight. I had fun, not as much as some people though."
"Me too. Do you want to do it again sometime, without the irish drunkard?"
"That would be nice." Alex phone rang and he apologised and answered,
"Hey Chris."
"Where are you?"
"Alright don't move. I'll come and get you."
"Hey Beth Chris is at the Belagio and I think he might be blowing all his money on poker."
"I would go with you but I'm not old enough to stop in the casino. I'll get Sheamus to bed and see you later."
"Alright bye." He kissed me on the cheek and left me to handle Sheamus.
"You're a muppet give me the card." I went to take the card out of his hand, but he held it to his chest away from me,
"NO! I can do it."
"Just give it to me."
The door opened and Wade groggily padded out to the foyer in his boxes,
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?"
"Wade! There's my buddy!" Sheamus gave him a sloppy hug and leant against the wall,
"Oh bloody hell you're sloshed." He took his forefinger and thumb and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Let's get to bed, c'mon." He grabbed Sheamus' arm and guided him into the room, "What are you doing standing out there, c'mon in." I cautiously entered the room and guided Sheamus into the second double as Wade poured a glass of water and put it next to the bedside table,
"Thanks for getting him home." Wade stand on his bed opposite me,
"It's okay. I'm sure he would do the same with anyone else." I tucked him into bed, he gave me a goofy smile before falling into a deep drunken sleep,
"How have you been?" Wade asked; I crossed my legs and sighed,
"Good I guess. I kind of miss going back to the same apartment every night rather than to a different hotel room. How about yourself?"
"Same old." I nodded awkwardly as I tried to find my exit,
"I better get going." I grabbed my clutch off the bed and gave Sheamus a squeeze on the shoulder as a goodbye,
"I'll walk you back." Wade grabbed a tshirt off the floor and followed me out the door, we entered the lift silently and got off at the second highest floor, "I meant to ask you, how's your leg? I saw what happened on Raw."
"I've had worse. It's more my pride that hurts the most. The girls in the locker room don't want me back and they are doing everything possible to make me look bad. I thought this shit only happened in the movies."
"I'm sure they will settle down. With 'Mania a few weeks away everyone is stressed; you know this show is the most important night of the year. Those girls would sell their mother to be a part of it." I chuckled and nodded in agreement,
"I'm sure some of the guys would too."
"You have a fair point." I stopped in front of the door to my suite, "I want to apologise for everything that happened. I felt so guiltly when you left last year." I sighed, "I tried to send you emails, after we broke up and when you were in Australia and Japan. I tried so hard to pick up the phone but I thought you would never want to hear from me again."
"Wade; it wasn't your fault it was a mixture of everything. I needed to do it."
"I should have picked up that you were feeling homesick."
"It's okay. Water under the bridge."
"You know I'm here if you need anything. If you want to talk or just sit in silence and have a beer or coffee."
"Thanks Wade." I gave him a hug as the door opened, I jumped back and smiled at Ry who stood in the middle of the door half asleep, he looked at Wade and back to me and grunted; he signalled with a twitch of his head for me to go inside, "Night." I mumbled as I slipped behind Ry and into the suite, feeling like a teenager being caught by her father.
"Good night." I heard Wade call back as Ry slammed the door in his face. Ry crossed his arms while I took off my coat,
"What?" I asked innocently, I already knew the answer. He stood silently; I rolled my eyes, If looks could kill. "Nothing is going on I promise." Ry grunted and went to his room. Leaving me feeling guilty as I entered my large bedroom; I slipped off my shoes and carefully put them in their special traveling bag and unzipped my dress letting it fall to the fall. I sat on the empty bed and brushed my short hair when my phone began buzz; I unconsciously smiled at the caller I.D.
"Hey." I whispered; ensuring Ry didn't hear this conversation.
"Hi," I sighed and lay back on the bed, "I miss you."
"I miss you too." I heard him turn over in bed, I rubbed my eyes hoping it would hold back tears, "It hurts."
"I know. Every time I see you I want to hold you like we use to."
"Ry would kill you." He chuckled from the other end of the phone, "We can't and you know it."
"He definitely would break me over his knee. I dream about you laying next to me every night." I snuggled into the large king-sized bed and lay on my side with my phone pressed to my ear.
"When I finish a match or come home after a long day; you're the person I want to talk to."
"Why is it so hard?"
"Life is hard. Stay on the phone with me until I go to sleep."
"I promise I won't hang up until you're asleep."
"Me too.