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A naked John Cena was wrapped around her like a vine, but still, Alyssa couldn't help but succumb to her insecurities. It was late into the night and the cold air was just beginning to creep its way into the sheets. John was fast asleep, and she was wide awake. Unfortunately, she was also falling victim to unproductive thoughts. She found herself wondering what kind of women John had been with. Did they know who he was? Were there any he found himself attracted to? Did he ever think of her when he was with them?

The questions were relentless and as the minutes ticked on, she was with even more questions and no answers. Although she knew she shouldn't be thinking about this, she couldn't stop. The curiosity was eating away at her. Yeah, John and her weren't talking at the time. He had every right to do what he did. It's not like he cheated on her. However, that still wasn't making the process of accepting any easier. Just a few nights ago, it was another woman beside John. Just a week ago, it was another woman kissing John. Just two weeks ago, it was another woman naked next to John.

These unwelcome thoughts continued to surface and all Alyssa wanted to do was to forget. Damn Randy for reminding her of what John had been doing. She was doing perfectly fine acting oblivious to those facts. After all, those facts really had nothing to do with their relationship. What happened between John and those women was none of her business.

And yet, her mind was making it all she could think about.

She cursed under her breath and sunk deeper onto the pillow. Her eyes scanned what she assumed was the ceiling. It was too dark to make out a definite view. She tried to squirm away from John's heavy mass, but his hold was too tight. Unable to move an inch, she let out a frustrated sigh. This was not how she imagined her night to be. They were in a fancy hotel suite and she was on one of the most comfortable beds she's ever laid on. Instead of having the best sleep of her life, with the best man right beside her, she was wide awake with thoughts she shouldn't even be thinking.

She continued to stare into the darkness, and before she knew it, John began shuffling around her. He moved his legs so they weren't on top of her, while his arms circled around her waist even tighter.

She titled her head to look at his face, and it was then she got the urge to massage his scalp. The warmth that exuded from his flesh provided her with warming comfort.

"Baby, go to sleep," John mumbled.

When she barely reacted, he looked over at her, trying desperately to see through the darkness.

"Why are you still up?" he asked softly.

"Mm, I just can't sleep."

Although she couldn't see, she felt more movement around the bed. John was pulling away and the warmth was quickly escaping her. Within a blink of an eye, light quickly filled the room. She squinted in response and realized he'd turned on the lamp on his side of the bed.

It didn't take long for him to return their proximity which brought back some welcomed heat to her flesh. "I'm staying up with you then."

"No, baby-" Alyssa began to protest, but John shut her up with a kiss. Their lip-lock went slow and tender. He cradled her jaw with one hand, while his opposing elbow held himself up to not crush her.

Then, John abruptly pulled away and stumped her with a question. "What were you thinking about?"

Alyssa squinted. "What?"

"What were you thinking about?" he repeated.

"I was… um…" Alyssa searched his eyes. He seemed so adamant to get into her head when all she wanted was to get out of it.

John waited a few more seconds before speaking up again. "Al, tell me."

"Why are you so nosey?" she teased. She knew she was going to tell him eventually, but she couldn't help but stall. It wasn't often she thought about her insecurities, much less talked about them with another individual.

"Because." John kissed her. "I love you." He kissed her again. "And I don't want whatever you're thinking about to keep you up ever again." He kissed her for the third time. "So, let's talk about it."

Alyssa tilted her head to the side, her cheek burrowing deeper onto the pillow. She smiled coyly as the redness surfaced her skin. "Your women."

"My women?" John raised his eyebrows. He almost wanted to laugh. "Can you tell me who they are? Because I have no idea who the hell you're talking about."

To distract herself, she looked down and began running her fingers up and down his firm biceps. "The women you were with the last three weeks. Those women. "

"Baby." John frowned. "They're not mine. They never were, and I was never theirs."

"I know, I know. I'm wasting my time thinking about this but I just- I don't know."

"No, I get it. I'd hate the thought of you with someone else, too. But I can't take back what I did and I admit, it was ugly. So please, try not to think about them for me?"

Alyssa returned her eyes to his and when she did, he gave her another kiss. This one lasted much longer.

John pulled away just enough to speak. Their nose were still touching. "I don't even think about them. I never do. So you shouldn't either."

She silently and slowly began to nod her head. It was becoming obvious to her that this was all a game of mind over matter. She shouldn't mind, because to John, they didn't matter.

"Come on, baby. Do that distraction thing you're so good at," John urged. He began to massage her arms, tenderly making his way lower and lower. As soon as his hands reached her waist, he looked at her with a different purpose. "Unless of course." He kissed her once more. "You want my help with that."

In a silent response, Alyssa smiled and snaked her hand over his buzzed scalp. She was getting ready to allow him to take over not only her body, but her mind too.

"So which girl do you remember the most?"

It was far too early for John and this question made his lips curl in disgust. "Alyssa!"

She set her toothbrush down and looked at him innocently through the mirror. "What?"

"I thought you're trying not to think about them anymore?"

"I never said that," she defended with a smile.

"Your nod said so." John wiped his mouth with a towel. "Please Al, can we just drop it? I'm not proud of what I did."

"But John," she whined. "I'm strictly curious. You know, I mean, I'm sure there were plenty of women throwing themselves at you per night, right?"

Without answering, John looked at her disapprovingly.

"Right," Alyssa answered for him. "So, you couldn't possibly have picked all of them. Some stood out, and as your woman, I'm curious to know what's your type."

"It's you. You're my type. You're my only type." John walked out of the bathroom, and she followed.

"Okay, but-"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." He turned to face her, sandwiching her between him and the wall. It was now his turn to ask the questions. "How'd you know about them anyway?"

She shrugged zealously. "I saw you."

"You saw me?" John eyes widened with horror.

"Yes," Alyssa nodded. "With a blonde."

John dropped his head in guilt, then chucked. "Okay, okay. If you're so curious, I'll tell you this much: I tried to only get blondes."

Alyssa looked at him curiously. She never pegged him to be into blondes. "Why?"

"Because you're a brunette and I didn't wanna see my fist in brown hair."

"Interesting," she mumbled. "Well, maybe your fist shouldn't have been in anyone's hair."

John chuckled out of discomfort. He wasn't sure if she intended for it to be a joke, but either way, he knew she meant it. "I know, baby, I know. I can't believe you saw me."

"Well, thankfully, there wasn't much to see. You guys were just walking. I filled in the blanks with the rumors I heard."

"There were rumors?"

"Yeah, the girls were telling me about you. Oh, and Randy told me too."

"Randy told you?"

"Yeah, he told me yesterday," she answered casually. She didn't realize, until after she finished her sentence, what a momentous statement she just dropped. There'd been so much going on, she failed to tell John about the mini altercation.

"He told you yesterday? After he saw us?" John scrunched his eyebrows. There were about a million things that went through his head.

"Yeah, after I left Vince's office."

Unnerving silence followed.

John just stared before asking a question. "You guys still talk?"

"Oh, no, no. We don't. He was just being his over-intrusive self."

John's lips formed into a hyphen. He didn't like this one bit. "I see."

Trying to lighten the mood, Alyssa moved closer to John and settled her forearms over his chest. "Listen, let's make a deal: I'll stop thinking about the girls, and you stop thinking about Randy."

John chewed on this for a moment. It wasn't that her proposal seemed bad, he just didn't know if he could do it. Could he stop think about Randy and what he'd done? If it was for Alyssa, and if it'd help her not think about the women, maybe he could. "Okay, baby."

Alyssa tip toed and kissed him on the cheek. "Good. Let's get breakfast?"

"Let's go," John nodded with a grin.

As they left the hotel room, he ran through his last thoughts of Randy. He mentally promised he wouldn't worry about him, as long as they never ended up together alone.

Alyssa had just said bye to John when she heard the familiar clicking echoing in the backstage arena. Before the thought of turning around even crossed her mind, Stacy was already beside her.

"Hey, Alyssa!"

"Hi Stacy-"

"Isn't he just the finest piece of meat around here?"

Alyssa followed Stacy's eyes and what she saw was John's figure growing into the distance. She stared confused.

"You know he's the reason I got hired?" Stacy revealed.

"What?" Alyssa's head instantly snapped to the other's woman direction. Her confused daze was amplified.

"Yeah, he asked Vince to hire me," Stacy stated proudly.

Alyssa couldn't figure out if she was in shock or in disbelief. Either way, she found herself speechless.

Stacy leaned in closer and began to whisper as if revealing a dirty little secret. "I mean, I know they say you shouldn't mix business with pleasure, but how could you resist that with John?"

"I-uh-" Alyssa didn't bother hiding the disgruntlement in her expression. She looked at her like she was crazy.

However, Stacy didn't seem to notice. She was staring down the hallway again.

"Well, I better go. I got some work to do," Stacy smiled. She waved good-bye and walked off in the direction John had gone.

Alyssa stood stuck in her place. It felt like the walls were caving in on her.

Was Stacy full of shit or was she telling the truth? Alyssa leaned against the wall for support.

"Shit. So much for not thinking about the women."

John was happy to see Alyssa already in his locker room when he walked in, but the look on her face made him question his excitement. It wasn't her blank stare that alarmed him most, it was the way she idly stood still when he touched her.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

When only silence followed, John lowered his head so their eyes were leveled.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, finally looking at him.

"Of course."

"Did you ask Vince to hire a new employee?"

John furrowed his eyebrows. "Hire a new employee? Why would I do that?"

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't."

"Oh," Alyssa gave his answer some thought before her face quickly registered with relief. "That's creepy, because this Stacy girl just told me you're the reason she got the job."

John looked at her quizzically "First of all, other than Keibler, I don't know anyone named Stacy. And second of all, I don't recall ever telling Vince to hire anybody. I wrestle, babe. I don't make suggestions for who has a job or not."

"Yeah," Alyssa nodded slowly. She tried to process this information but nothing was making any sense. "That's weird. I knew there was something off about her."

John shrugged. He placed both hands on her shoulders then kissed her temple. "Is that why you looked so worried?"

"Eh, yeah." She shrugged. "Looks like you got yourself a new admirer, John."

He smiled at her graciously. "You're the only one that matters."

Just as he was getting ready to lean down and kiss her, someone knocked on the door.

"Ignore it," John whispered it. He captured her lips, but the knocking grew urgent.

"Sounds important," Alyssa whispered.

John rolled his eyes and groaned. He walked over to the door to open it and saw the last person he expected: Randy.

"Is Alyssa there?" he asked.

"She doesn't wanna talk to you," John said firmly.

"Please, I need to talk to her. Let me talk to her."

"She doesn't wanna talk to you."

"Alyssa!" Randy called out desperately. He looked past John and tried to steal a glance at her. "Alyssa! Please, I need to talk to you. Please."

She walked up behind John and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

"I need your help, Al, please. I'm begging you."

She placed her hand over John's lower back as reassurance before glancing icily at Randy. "Make it quick, alright?"

"Okay," Randy nodded.

"Are you sure?" John turned to Alyssa.

"Yeah, it's fine. We'l just be in the hallway."

John nodded as he regretfully stepped to the side to allow her past the door. He couldn't help but stare at the both of them until the door closed in front of him.

"What is it?" Alyssa, keeping some distance between them, crossed her arms.

"I need your help Al. I don't know what to do." Randy's expression was full of panic. His eyes were wide, and his veins were protruding way may more than ever. Alyssa was almost surprised he was even standing. His knees looked like they were about to unbuckle at any minute.

"What are you freaking out about?" she asked. She was seeing just how much of a stranger the man in front of her had become. He was a mess. He was a way bigger mess than she could have ever imagined.

Randy began to shake his head vigorously. It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe.

"I didn't even know she was pregnant, Al, but Sam just had a miscarriage at five months."