"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Dave Batista was so furious and frustrated that it took everything within him to not smash his cell phone to smithereens.
She hadn't answered her phone. She knew it was he who was attempting to call her, yet she hadn't given him the courtesy of even answering. The very least she could have done was tell him she couldn't talk right now, and that she'd call him back when she had the chance.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Doesn't she love me anymore? he wondered, actually feeling badly enough to cry. It would look weird, to say the least, if a big, tough, burly man like himself were to bawl like a little kid. Sure, he'd done that when Eddy Guerrero had died, but that was different. He never cried over a woman, not even his two ex-wives. Why was Melina Perez so different that she was having this type of effect on him?
Not for the first time, Batista wondered what she was doing, and who she was with... It was Wednesday, a day off for all the WWE superstars of all three brands. To that end, he once again guessed she was probably spending her time with her skinny twig of a pretty boy boyfriend. He scowled at the mere thought of John Hennigan, his right hand clenching into a fist. How could she leave him, only to go back to that little punk? It simply made no sense. Dave thought about getting Hennigan in the ring for a match, and hurting his handsome face. Maybe he could rearrange it so that Melina would be repulsed and would no longer want to be with him. And why would she, when she could have a real man like himself?
With those thoughts, the tattooed, muscled man dropped his cell phone onto the sofa. From there, he moved further into the room to examine his reflection in the large mirror hanging up on the wall. A smirk came to his face as he raised an arm, flexing and posing. His muscles were huge and impressive. How could any woman refuse him? Busy his ass!
If it was the last thing he did, he would make sure that Melina saw him in that light again... He would see to it that she wanted him as much as he craved her.
*
"I can't believe this," Melina said for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. She fanned herself with her left hand while her right held a cup full of diet Sprite with loads of ice in it. She slowly sipped more of the soda, hoping she would feel better.
"Relax, Mel. It's gonna be fine." Jillian reached across the small table and grasped her hand, offering support. "It's not like he's here in your face. But I do think you're going to have to tell him face-to-face that this has to end."
They were in the mall's food court, catching a breather after the blonde failed to find a dress at Lord & Taylor. When Dave had called, Melina had sort of panicked, and she'd needed something to drink, to cool off and calm her nerves.
"I guess you're right," she said as she met her friend's blue eyes. She dreaded the thought of having to face him directly, but what other choice did she have? She didn't want Batista calling her all the time and certainly couldn't afford that should John answer the phone.
"And I know you're not going to like what I'm about to say," Jillian began, "but I'm going to reassert that I really think you need to tell John about this." In spite of the expression on her best friend's face, she continued. "He has to know... It's only gonna get worse if he doesn't. You know that, Melina." Sympathy washed over at her at the look of fear in the other woman's dark brown eyes. "You're lucky - you have a very cool, understanding boyfriend," the blonde pointed out. "I know he'll be one-hundred percent on your side if you explain to him what's been going on lately."
Melina lowered her gaze for a beat as she absorbed what her best friend said. She knew Jillian was right. She lifted her orbs so that they met the other diva's and nodded.
"You're right... You're always right, Jill. I'm lucky to have a friend as wise as you."
Jillian smiled and waved a hand at her.
"Aw, shucks!"
Melina giggled along with her.
"Fine... Yes, I'll tell John tonight, when I get home. No stalling." The serious and worried expression returned to her face. "I just hope he doesn't blame me or think I invited Dave's sudden constant attention," she murmured.
"Nah. He'll know you didn't do that."
The brunette nodded absently, but she wasn't completely convinced. If Dave Batista did anything - anything at all to ruin her relationship - she didn't know what she might do.
Her best friend's voice suddenly cut into her thoughts.
"C'mon," Jillian said, and she stood back up. "We still haven't found my perfect dress. And I wanna go to
Victoria's Secret before we head back home!" She grabbed Melina's hand and tugged her away.