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Dawn Marie stirred the spoon in her coffee cup absently, her mind a million miles away. She had a very sparse appetite as she sat there in the hotel cafe, a sense of hopelessness overtaking her.
The brunette felt so low... She felt low and dirty and... used. Not to say that she was an angel or anything, but she'd never felt quite like this before. She wasn't in love with him or anything, but she had to admit to herself that she'd definitely liked him. If she hadn't experienced passing thoughts about him, she never would have allowed herself into his bed.
She looked up abruptly as, strangely enough and on cue with her thoughts, Adam Copeland and Amy Dumas entered the establishment. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she watched the two of them together. It was quite obvious the tall blond man was absolutely smitten with the redheaded diva - and that stung more than she could have ever imagined.
Dawn kept her gaze on the couple as they stood at the front of the cafe, waiting to be seated by the hostess. Adam was grinning down at Amy, adoration more than evident in his green eyes as he gazed at her. And then, as she continued to watch, the Canadian raised a hand to the redhead's face, his fingers caressing her cheek. It was so tender and affectionate a gesture that it tore at her heart. She shook her head, hatred, sorrow and regret all coursing through her. Why had he done it? Why had he invited her into his bed when he was so obviously head over heels in love with this woman?
Just then, the tall blond man suddenly glanced her way, and Dawn held her breath, the spoon still as she held it in her right hand. Her brown eyes narrowed for a split second, then she looked away quickly. But despite herself, she looked back over at him. He was no longer looking at her, but the smile he'd donned moments before had vanished. Good - apparently, she was having an effect on him.
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Damn it... Adam cursed his dumb luck. It just so happened that Dawn Marie was here. What was she doing here *now*? Why did she have to be here when he and Amy had just arrived? He'd seen the look she'd given him, and he didn't like it. What was going on in that head of hers? And if she tried anything stupid... Anything at all...
The hostess still had yet to come by and seat them at a table. The blond man started over toward the counter nearby, where people would order food to go. Amy arched an eyebrow and gave him a questioning look.
"How about I just get us something to go and you go back up to the room?" he suggested. He hoped beyond hope that she'd agreed to it. He definitely didn't want to deal with Dawn Marie now, while Amy was here with him. If he'd been alone, then whatever... He could handle it - but definitely not with the redhead at his side.
"Um... okay," she said with a nod. She wondered why they couldn't just stay *here* and eat, but she wasn't going to argue with him. Besides, she had to acknowledge, she liked the time they spent alone.
"Steak good?"
The redhead licked her lips, a smile following.
"Sounds great."
"Awesome... you go on back to the room and I'll meet you there in a jiffy," he said. He chanced a quick glance back toward Dawn Marie's table. Sure enough, she was still there. Why couldn't she just go away?
Amy nodded and stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. However, the tall blond man pulled her flush against him, kissing her deeply and passionately. He hoped Dawn caught an eyeful. If this didn't send her a definite message, he didn't know *what* would.
Afterward, the redhead was blushing brightly, a soft smile touching her lips. She cast one last lingering glance on him before turning away to leave. As she neared the exit, she raised a hand to wave back at him, and Adam smiled and waved back. Then, when she was gone, he turned and openly glared in the brunette's direction, only to see she'd already risen from her table and was preparing to leave. Obviously, she'd witnessed the kiss, and as far as he was concerned, it was just as good. He turned back to the woman behind the counter and accepted a menu to order the food.
Ten minutes later, the blond man was sitting in a chair beside the counter, patiently waiting for his and Amy's meals when something eventful finally happened. Dawn Marie hadn't approached him. Instead, the brunette had merely left, probably on her way back up to her hotel room to cry her little heart out. A few minutes later, when Lilian Garcia and John Cena entered the cafe hand-in-hand, Adam hadn't given it any thought at all - until the blonde ring announcer made a beeline straight for him.
"You son of a bitch!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. Her face looked positively furious.
Adam arched a brow, then frowned, not knowing what the hell Lilian's problem was.
"What?" He glanced over at Cena, but the man was keeping back, not involving himself in whatever the hell this was all about.
"Oh, you *know* what you did," Lilian hissed, her eyes narrowed. "And I know, too - I know *all* about it!"
He shook his head, a small smile coming to his face as he stared up into the woman's angry face.
"Lilian, I have *no* idea what you're gabbing about. So why don't you just get to the point?"
"Asshole! I'm talking about Dawn Marie," she said, reducing her voice to an even more discreet level. "I know what you did to her, and seeing as she's one of my best friends, I don't like it!"
Adam let out a derisive, sarcastic chuckle. So, the bitch *had* told people about the other night. Well, she better not have told anyone other than these two... Regardless, he decided to play innocent.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about... Are you sure that bleach hasn't seeped into your brain?" he remarked, the look of amusement still present on his face.
"Don't you fuck with me, Adam Copeland," she said between clenched teeth, gesturing madly with both hands. "I know what you did, and you know it as well... And I highly doubt Amy would take it well if *she* were to find out."
A veil crossed the tall blond man's green eyes at the obvious threat. Instinctively, his right hand clenched into a fist - and only then did he notice Cena react to him. The dark-haired man took a step forward, his expression angry. Adam glared at him and then shifted his gaze back to Lilian.
"She'd never believe you," he spat. "So, if you decide to shoot off your big mouth to her..." A brilliant smile touched his lips as he held the woman's gaze. "... you'll only be wasting your breath."
Before the ring announcer could reply, the woman who'd taken Adam's to-go order reappeared with a bag for him.
The blond man paid for the food, thanked her and took the bag. Then, casting one last smile at Lilian, he turned
and strode off.