*18 months ago*
"Jordan! Hey, Jordan!" I glanced around as Ryan called my name. He smiled and waved me over. "Hey" he said, smiling as I pulled out a seat. "You looked pretty out of it there. Did you sleep well?" I nodded. "Like a baby" I replied, lying of course. How was I meant to sleep after that little revelation from Ambrose? Well, he got what he wanted. Last night he was in my head, all I could think about. "You ok?" Ryan asked quietly, looking concerned. "I'm fine" I said, smiling and standing up. "I'm just gonna grab some breakfast? You done here?" He shook his head. "I'll wait for you" he said. "Wouldnt want Hunter's prized PA to eat alone, would we?" I watched as Ambrose walked in, followed by Roman. "No" I said quickly, as Jon's gaze fixed on mine. "Indeed we wouldn't. Excuse me." He nodded and I walked off to grab a tray.
"Morning doll" Jon said quietly next to me as I poured cereal into a bowl. I jumped, not expecting him to be that close to me. "Morning Jon" I replied cordially, concentrating on my food. "Very formal, Jordan" he said, grabbing a spoon and a bowl. "I like it. Listen, about last night..." "Already forgotten, Jon" I said quietly. "I guessed it was the drink talking and wrote it off as soon as you closed the door." "Well that's unfortunate" he said, finishing grabbing everything he wanted and looking at me. "Cos I didn't touch a fucking drop of the stuff before I came to see you. I meant it Jordan, every single word. You've got me hook, line and sinker, and be damned if I'm gonna let you run without me telling you exactly how I feel again. Now, whether you choose to believe me or not is entirely up to you. But let me just make one thing clear. I despise lying. I hate liars. And I am the most honest man you will ever fucking meet. Enjoy your breakfast. I'll see you at the arena." I watched as he picked up his tray and walked over to where Roman was sat waiting for him.
"Ambrose had a lot to say for himself" Ryan said warily as I sat back down. I nodded. "Just telling me how I'd better not run out on him tonight at the arena" I said. "Nothing important. Look, Ryan, I appreciate you staying with me, but I don't need a babysitter if you have somewhere else to be?" He smiled. "Six months away and you know me so well already" he said standing up. "Gonna hit the gym, I'll see you later?" I nodded, smiling as he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I could feel the blush rising as he winked and walked off, leaving me directly in Jon's view. Damn. I looked away from him quickly and concentrated on eating my food. I couldn't stop the feeling of being watched though, and every time I looked up he looked away quickly. I threw my spoon down, admitting defeat, and ran out of the restaurant quickly. I heard the chair scraping and knew he'd be behind me. I was right.
"Ryback?" he hissed as I waited for the elevator. "You're ignoring everything I said last night, and this morning, because you're dating Ryback?" "I'm what?" I squealed, looking at him. "No Jon. I'm not dating Ryback. I'm not dating anyone. I'm also not discussing my private life in a very public hotel lobby. If you intend on jumping to conclusions, either go back and jump to them with Roman, or meet me in my room in ten minutes." I got in the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. "See you in ten" he said quietly as the doors closed.
"You dopey cow" I mumbled to myself as I paced my room. I glanced at my watch for the fiftieth time and groaned. Ten minutes. As I looked away from my watch there was a light tap on my door. Shit. I opened it quickly and stepped back, letting him in, looking him up and down as he closed the door behind him. "Jord" he said quietly, without turning around. "If you're just gonna patronise me, and tell me I'm being silly, I'll go now. I don't want to hear that. I don't want negatives." "Jon, I..." I started, wincing as he opened the door. "Wait!" I yelled, surprising myself as I pushed past him and slammed the door. He raised an eyebrow but nodded and stepped backward into the room. "Ok" he said slowly. "So now you've stopped me leaving, what happens next?" I gulped noisily. "I don't know" I admitted. "But surely you have to see how ridiculous this is?" He shook his head. "Nope" he said. "All I see, in my head, is how fucking perfect we would be. And I know you see it too, or you wouldn't have slammed the door and stopped me leaving." "Jon" I said, taking a deep breath. "I'll be honest here, ok? After you left last night, I did a lot of thinking. A lot. I should warn you..." "I'll do whatever it takes Jordan" he said, dropping to his knees in front of me. "But we gotta try. We just gotta." "Ok" I said slowly. "But I'm warning you now, I won't take your shit. Any rumours about you screwing around behind my back and we're done. I'm not one of those girls that will listen to the "yeah I was with her but in my head I was with you the whole time" bullshit. You're either with me, or you're not. There is no middle ground here." He nodded slowly. "Understood" he said, taking a step towards me. "So, do I get to give my girl a kiss finally or not?"