WWE is not mine, I'm a fan of the show.
This will be split into two chapters, this is part one.
Enjoy.

After a while, I came out of the shower and was dressed back into the same clothes that I wore before. Keeping my eyes on Jon, I smiled as he turned to face me. "Well, I'm back." I said. I started to go closer to him, touching his upper arms. "You know how to keep me happy, and you didn't hurt me." I insisted.

"Those things were my intentions." Jon replied. His arms went around my waist, keeping me as close as possible to his body. "But also, it was to show that I love you. I would never lie about my feelings, and I will never break your heart." He reasoned.

Lifting my head up to gaze into his eyes, I trusted him completely. Moving my arms up, I had got them around the back of his neck. "My judgement of you stands, you are not someone that would consider being an idiot." I informed him. Planting a kiss on his lips, I then breathed out so softly. "My nose still hurts." I remembered.

Jon's fingers combed through my hair, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Still, you soldiered on. I am proud of you, Cara." Jon pointed out.

Those words made my heart melt, maybe he was being soft on me. I didn't ask for it, but it soon hit me that maybe he was sensitive. Or protective, but either way – Jon loved me for who I am. It made me feel hot, and it was hard to hide any blushing – If that was happening. "I'm not out of the woods yet, still got to fix my broken nose." I spoke.

The male chuckled at me, touching my hands. "Blushing." He teased. Releasing my hands, Jon took some steps back. "Anyway, we have a lot to talk about." Jon stated.

"What about?" I wondered. He never mentioned anything about discussing things, but I hoped it would be positive. Breathing out, I stood near the window. I caught a glimpse of my phone flashing in the reflection, pivoting on my feet I found my phone and picked it up. "I'm listening, don't worry." I assured him. Unlocking my phone, I checked to see what I had received.

"About how to deal with that ex-boyfriend of yours, I think I know how to get rid of him." Jon answered. It seemed like he had been hatching a plan whilst I wasn't in the same room, he was so determined to sort this out for good. "But it means we will need some help, because it won't be easy to pull off." He concluded.

"Oh?" I asked. I saw a few words of the message, and I threw the phone down on the floor in horror. Covering my mouth, I couldn't face my own boyfriend at that point.

"Cara?" Jon checked. He jogged up to me, and then picked my phone up. "Do I have to ask what that was all about?" Jon queried. He was concerned, because I never normally freaked out over a message.

Getting some courage, I moved my hands away from my mouth. Blinking back my tears of fear, I stared at my other half and breathed out. "I have received a message, you can guess who it was from." I reported. I grew more frustrated, because the more I thought about everything, the more I just wanted to rip Alberto apart. "Still accusing me of an affair, I've had enough of this. I mean how did he even get my number?" I vented.

Jon lightly grabbed my wrists, trying to calm me down. "He's not worth your anger." Jon said. But it must have been harder for him not to feel angry, because he witnessed the damage that I had from Alberto. "But anyway, my plan… Want to hear it?" Jon asked.

Taking some relaxing breaths, I had to hear my boyfriend out. Eventually, I gave a single nod of the head. "I do, so badly." I begged.

"How would you feel if you pretended to have an affair with someone?" Jon wondered.

My eyes went wide, he was asking me to do the one thing I would never do. "Why? It will hurt you, Jon." I pointed out. My breath trembled, my head refused to process this. "I'd feel awful about it, knowing that it would break your heart in pieces." I added.

"No, please just let me expand." Jon pleaded. His arm went around my waist, he was being straight with me. He had a reason behind this, it must be a good one. "It won't, because I know how you truly feel about me." Jon explained. His other hand touched my chest, landing on my beating heart. "Although you hate the idea of it, I thought of it as a set up to trap him. I can get the evidence needed, and then you won't have to do it again." Jon went on.

Creasing my eyebrows, it was a good explanation. However, I just couldn't believe it. "Who would it have to be with?" I wondered.

Jon touched my face, his thumb stroking my face. "Your friend, John." Jon responded. He put his forehead against mine, sighing. "Even though I struggle to trust him, it will stop Alberto." He admitted.

I felt a tear slip out of my left eye, this was going to be so hard. "But it won't harm us, will it?" I checked. My biggest fear was losing Jon, I didn't want this to happen but it seemed like there was no other solution. "Jon, I'm scared." I confessed.

"Cara, I'm not going to be angry at you." Jon promised. His finger carefully wiped away my fresh tear, he got me into a hug and allowed me to cry my heart out. "Talk to John, and see if he agrees with this. He probably won't like it either, but I can't think of another way." He advised.

I couldn't let him go, I was devastated. "If I must, but I don't like it." I reluctantly agreed. I got the power to move back, and I texted John about coming over to discuss something. With every second that passed, I felt a massive sense of regret. "Why this?" I asked.

Jon planted a tender kiss to my lips, and then gazed into my eyes. "I'm so sorry about this, but I can't stand by and witness Alberto Del Rio bully you anymore." Jon answered. He guided me to sit down on the couch, kneeling in front of me. "I promise you, I won't make you do this for long. Just one night." He vowed.

It would be one night that would kill me on the inside, I had a feeling that Alberto would take this badly. Gulping, I breathed in as one hand clamped over my mouth. I slowly nodded my head, maybe it would be fine in the end. Seeing a reply from John, I moved my hand away. "He is on the way over, Jon." I informed my boyfriend.

His hand touched my hand, rubbing my skin. "Again, I can't tell you how sorry I am about this. I can't imagine John will like it either, but he may understand why." Jon said.

It was now a waiting game, I tried to understand the reason. I did partly understand this, but I still felt upset and confused. Touching the back of my neck with my free hand, I glanced out of the window. "If it's to protect me, John is understanding. But I'm not confident over the whole affair thing." I admitted.

"Best wait and see." Jon noted. He stood up, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He paced the room for a while, and then stopped as he prayed for a miracle. Jon wouldn't be the only one hoping for a miracle, I needed one to.

Part two is due at some point.
Leave a review, or follow and favourite for more updates and other stories.
X