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Lilian Garcia groaned with annoyance as she returned to the hotel room she and her boyfriend, John Cena, were sharing. She flung her purse down on the bed in a huff, displeasure etched on her pretty face and in her body language as she sat herself down.
She felt like she was going to explode. It was bad enough the bastard had used her best friend for nothing more than sex, but the fact that she was supposed to say nothing about it really bothered her. The blonde ring announcer was not the type of person who kept her thoughts to herself when a person *deserved* to be told off. She sighed, shaking her head and raising both hands to her long hair.
"Lil... Babe..."
Lilian looked up as her boyfriend, who'd been in the bathroom, emerged. Cena looked concerned for a beat as he regarded her. She rarely looked so upset. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, wrapping an arm securely around her slender waist.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. He leaned in closer, smelling her fragrantly sweet hair, following that gesture by pressing a kiss to her temple.
"It's Dawn," the blonde replied, the anger she'd felt giving way for the worry coursing through her. She shook her head. Damn it, after sitting down in the brunette's hotel room last night and listening to her tell the sordid tale, she'd promised her best friend she wouldn't say anything. But John was her boyfriend, and she knew that letting it all out to him would make her feel better, at least for the time being. However, in spite of all that, she didn't know how long she would be able to keep her mouth shut toward *him*. If anyone deserved an earful, it was that damn Adam.
"You're still upset about whatever happened to her last night?" Cena asked. "Aww, Lil... She's a big girl, and she'll-"
"She had her heart ripped from her chest and shredded into a million pieces," the ring announcer blurted. She looked the dark-haired man straight in the eye as she spoke, her gaze hardening. "I didn't tell you what happened because she wanted it kept private. But..." She shook her head. "... I need to vent, even if it isn't *my* problem."
John leaned in to press another kiss to Lilian's forehead, tugging her against his muscular chest. She smiled despite herself, as he always had a way of making her feel better whenever she was upset. It was like a magical power he possessed.
"Go ahead and vent all you like," he said softly. "You know me - I'm no gossip. You know I won't say a thing to a soul."
She nodded.
"I know... It's just..." Lilian sighed again. "... I hate seeing things like this happen to people I care about." She paused again, then continued. "Remember how upset she was last night?"
"Yeah." It was on the tip of his tongue to say that there was really only one reason a woman would cry like *that*, but he held it back.
"She was alone in the bar last night, and she saw Adam come in." She raised her gaze to meet her boyfriend's blue eyes again, and Cena's expression seemed to show understanding, as if he knew exactly where she was heading with her friend's story. "She saw that he seemed upset, and she joined him. They were just talking, nothing serious, and then he kissed her."
"Adam Copeland?" John questioned, and he arched a brow. "I thought he was seeing Amy."
"That's what Dawn thought, and she asked him about it. He said he was interested in her but that it was only one-sided." She shook her head, anger displaying on her pretty features again. "But if he was telling the truth last night, that's not the case any longer - I saw them leaving his hotel room together earlier, and he was all over her," she explained. "And Amy didn't seem to mind one bit."
"So, let me guess - Dawn ended up in bed with him at some point last night?"
Lilian nodded.
"Exactly... That bastard *used* her! She said he kicked her out of his room literally right after sex." The blonde woman shook her head, hatred coursing through her. She'd never once despised a soul in all her life, but after the way the blond Canadian man had treated her nearest and dearest friend, she thought it was quite possible she now *did*.
"Whoa!" Cena exclaimed, shaking his head. "That's damn cold. I admit I used to be a player, but even *I* never did *that*."
"I know," the ring announcer said, grateful that she'd been the woman who'd turned him into a faithful and
very loving one-woman man. She shook her head. "Now, Dawn is feeling like shit, and when she's upset, *I'm*
upset. And she has a problem with Adam, and guess what? So do *I*. I don't know how long I can keep my mouth
shut, John... I feel like a pressure cooker right now as it is."