Indecent Proposals

Okay, now I'm reposting this story because as I read over it I realised a few things didn't add up. I'm going to completely take out the Randy/Chynna pairing from the start this time.

I also want to explain a few things so it doesn't get too confusing when you read the story...I have no idea about anything to do with the wrestling world or the lives of the wrestlers and therefore John's character is not going to have much to do with that side of things...however, his family does come into it a bit but as I said since I don't know much about them, I'm going to make it all up... =)

Chapter 1 [Repost]

"You have to do it, Raz. If you don't then we don't have a chance in hell of making it to the end of the month."

Razeena stared at her friend and business partner in shock.

"What do you mean? We're doing all right, aren't we? You said so at that planning meeting last month. The Langford account will come through any…"

She trailed off when she saw the look on Chynna's face.

"I had a meeting with the accountant this morning. Our business loan is stretched to the max and the Langford pennies won't even be enough to cover this week's interest, let alone the next months. That's why it's so crucial that you take the Cena account, we literally can't survive without it."

Raz automatically stiffened at the sound of his name. She'd been putting it off for as long as possible but now those hard features came to rest in front of her eyes.

"Why do I have to do it? Why can't you, C?" A look of weariness settled over her features. She knew she'd have to do it.

"Because, darlin', he asked for you. Look, I understand why you don't want to do it and you know that if there was any way that I could prevent it, I would. But for the sake of the business, please babe."

Raz instantly felt guilty. Chynna had put so much into their decorating firm. She didn't deserve to see it go down the drain now because she couldn't bring herself to face her ex-fiancé again.

"Look Raz, I wouldn't have thought of asking you to do this unless it was absolutely necessary. I know it won't be easy to have to see him again after walking out on your marriage but it's important." Chynna said, trying to lighten the mood, "and who knows, you might fall in love with him all over again. From what I can remember, he's not exactly ugly."

Raz's heartbeat suddenly began to race at the thought of being in love with John again. She didn't know why, it wasn't like she was in love with him now. She'd fallen out of love with him a long time ago.

"It was a long time ago, Chynna. Seven years, in fact. I can hardly even remember what he looks like." She lied through her teeth on that one. His strong, handsome face floated into her mind, as vivid as ever. "He's probably got a crooked nose from having it knocked out of joint so many times and a bald patch the size of a football field."

She knew that wasn't true either. Raz had secretly been following his career, feeling quietly proud of him. Chynna's voice came floating through her thoughts.

"That might even be why he's asking specifically for you. He might wanna refresh your memory a bit." Chynna alleged with a sly smile creeping across her face.

Raz gave Chynna a disapproving look.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with John Cena's memory. It's his motives that worry me." Why would John ask for her? After all these years?

"Motives? Who gives a fuck about his motives? He's doing us a favour by using your services. I mean, think of it, a big house in Miami. Carte blanche, no questions asked."

"It sounds too good to be true. I want to see the fine print before I commit myself."

"It's too late for that. I've already committed us – I mean, you." Chynna gave Raz a quick side-glance to see how she'd taken that one. "Sorry babe, I had to do it. I couldn't see all that money going to someone else. Ya know what they say about looking a gift horse in the mouth."

"Yes," she said as she got to her feet and reached for her portfolio. "I do know what they say. But you only have to ask the horse to open its mouth to see if you're getting a good deal."

Chynna smiled and said, "Maybe I'd better leave that to you," before she slipped out of the office with a smile on her face.

Gathering her stuff together, Raz again began to wonder at the sensibility of doing this. On her way out, she stopped by Chynna's office.

"If I don't show up for work tomorrow, I'm holding you totally responsible."

"If you don't show up tomorrow, I will assume that Cena has talked you back into his bed."

Raz turned round and walked out. She heard a "Good Luck!" come through Chynna's closed door. She needed more than luck to get through the next hour or so. Much more. She needed a miracle.

XxXxX

The hotel where the wrestlers were staying was one of the best around. Raz walked up to the wide reception desk, her heart thudding in her chest, as she asked for John Cena.

Her knees almost gave way when she heard the deep voice on the other end of the phone line, replying to the receptionist's query. Thankfully, she managed to make it to the elevators. She pressed the up button and waited for a lift.

It was only a short ride to the 3rd floor. The last room on the left before you turn the corner. Slowly, she followed the directions she'd been given.

Raz had been standing in front of John's room for almost five minutes when the door opened and John stepped out. Her eyes locked with his, holding her captive.

"Razeena." Oh God, all he said was my name and here I am ready to crumple into a heap and cry.

Forcing her eyes away from his gaze, she returned his greeting.

"J- John," she said, mentally berating herself for stumbling over his name.

"Come in." John backed into the room and led her to the table over by the wall. Raz had no choice but to follow.

As she went to sit down, he asked her a question, the subject of which made her stiffen.

"How have you been? And your mother?" John immediately noticed her spine stiffen and wondered why it should do so.

"She's dead." Raz felt a tiny slip of satisfaction at John's reaction. He'd jerked upright in his seat.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

She shrugged. "My mother has few friends. It was a very private funeral."

"How long ago?"

"Five years. It was very quick."

"Cancer?"

"No. Complications after a simple surgery." Raz ducked her head so John couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. Tears brought on by the memory of what had caused her mother to need surgery in the first place.

"It must have been a terrible shock for you." John studied Raz's profile. What was wrong with her?

"One moves on," she replied, dispassionately, as she lifted her head again.

"I guess one does."

"Anyway, let's get down to business. Chynna said the property is in Miami. I'll need to-"

"I'll take you there this weekend."

"I can make my own way, thanks." Raz felt the need to prove to him her independence. "I need to go over colour schemes and furniture settings with you and I'll need an idea of the layout."

John slid a folder towards her. "I've got the plans here. All the specifications are there."

"What's the date of completion?"

"October first."

"That's not nearly enough time."

He shrugged a shoulder. "A month. Long enough."

"Most furniture companies need at least six to eight weeks notification, what with fabric availability and everything." What was he thinking? She couldn't do it in a month.

The look on his face said she would have to because that was all the time he was giving her.

"I'll need a few days to think about this."

He appeared to think about it before saying, "You have till Friday noon. I'll pick you up at your office."

"What exactly is the hurry on this?"

"I'm quitting wrestling and I want to move into my new place as soon as possible."

"WHAT? How can you be quitting wrestling? You're the champ, for God's sake!"

Instantly, she regretted that little outburst. In those few seconds, she knew she had betrayed to him the years of wrestling she had watched, in the hope of keeping some sort of connection to him.

When Raz could finally bring herself to look him in the eye, she saw the spark there. He knew what she'd been thinking.

"Can I go so far as to call you a fan then?" He said with a chuckle.

She blushed and ducked her head. She needed to change the subject.

"The telephone directory is full of interior designers crying out for work. Why me?" Not the most preferable change of subjects but it'd been nagging at her throughout the whole meeting.

"Why not you?"

"Because there are so many more talented designers out there than me, that's why."

"But I want you."

Four simple words, but Raz could sense a double meaning behind them. She needed to end this meeting. Quickly.

As she stood to collect her bag and papers together, the door opened and Jeff Hardy walked in. Stopping in the middle of the room, Jeff looked around.

"Sorry John. I didn't realise you had a visitor…" His voice trailed away as he recognised just who John's visitor was.

"Razeena? My God. It's been ages. What are you doing here?" he asked, as he headed in her direction to give her a hug.

She'd always been comfortable around Jeff. He'd been a better friend to her than any of the other stars. She answered him without any hesitation or reluctance.

"I have an interior design firm with a friend of mine and J-John saw our name in the directory and wants us to decorate his house in Miami."

While Raz hated herself for stumbling over John's name again, she didn't notice the raised eyebrow that Jeff pointed at John.

"John, could I speak to you for a second?"

Jeff took John over to the far corner of the room, while Raz began to gather her stuff again.

"What is she talking about? You told me that the decorators had already started on that place. What's going on?"

"Look, don't worry about it. I called them off so I could get Raz to finish it instead. I know what I'm doing."

"Do you? You hurt her bad last time. Don't do it again." With that, Jeff walked over to Raz, gave her a hug and left.

Raz's voice gently knocked John out of his silent reverie.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you paying off our overdrafts and loans? Surely it's not just because you so badly want me to decorate your home?"

"Let's get into that later. Tell me though, Raz, was choosing your career over motherhood as fulfilling as you anticipated?"

She froze and slowly moved her head to look him in the eyes. She didn't know what it was she was seeing there but she didn't like it.

"Excuse me?" she said in as cold a voice as she could muster, in the hopes of deterring John from his choice of subject. However, it didn't make the slightest bit of difference to him.

"That was the reason you didn't want kids, wasn't it? It would ruin your figure, you said. Wouldn't do to get pregnant, while in the prime of your career, would it? What happened to the modelling then, Raz?"

Raz was truly shocked at the onslaught of his words. It almost seemed like he knew. But he couldn't possibly, could he? She decided to ignore his questions and asked one of her own as a feeling of dread started bubbling up inside her.

"What are the conditions for you paying off our bills, besides me designing your home, John?" It was the most confident she'd sounded the whole time she'd been in the room with him.

John fixed his eyes on her face. His piercing blue eyes held hers for what seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

"I want you…to have my baby."

So that was the repost of the first chapter. I changed a few things around but as the story goes it's mostly the same.

Please don't hate me too much for taking so long to realise that I did still want to finish this story. And review please please please so I know that there are still some people interested...

Thanks!

SherbetStick