Best For Business (A WWE Fanfic) Book 2 in The Wild Card Series

Chapter 2 Lingering Doubt

    Not waiting for a response I walked out, bag over my shoulder as I made my ways through the halls, heading out the doors into the night. Striding across I opened the door to the bus throwing my bag in and shutting it, locking it behind me. Mark was probably already in his match but I didn't care, rather spend time alone than snap on my team again. Heading back into the arena I was cooling off slowly, my head leveling out as I walked into catering seeing it empty. Grabbing some snacks I plopped onto a couch I watched the TV, seeing Mark heading out. I wasn't too focused on it, too busy thinking about everything with the Wyatt's. They threw down the ultimatum knowing I had too much loyalty to let Roman, Dean and Seth take the fall for me. Bringing my knees up I laid my head on them, wrapping my arms around my legs, letting out a deep sigh. I could still hear the TV but there were footsteps getting closer and closer and I prayed it wasn't anyone from my team, still not wanting to see them. The steps stopped in front of me but I didn't move, keeping my head down, hoping they would go away.

"I'm probably the last person in the world you want to see but I saw what happened..." Phil trailed off, sounding nervous, like he was waiting for me to snap.

"And what?" I asked, lifting my head to look at him, eyes hard but not angry, "You thought you'd try being the knight in shining armour? A shoulder to cry on? A friend?"

"Well I don't know about all that but I can see you're upset and not just because of the Wyatt's." he commented, crossing his arms over his chest, "Just because you hate me doesn't mean I don't know you."

"That's comforting." I scoffed, dropping my legs, folding one over the other, "Look no offense but you're right, the last person I want to talk to is you. We have way too much shit and I don't know about you but I don't need to pile more shit on top of that."

"Lila I'm not trying to piss you off I just need to know you're alright." He asked softly, a frown on his face.

"I'm fine. There's nothing you can do about my situation Phil so don't worry about it. I'd think you'd have more to worry about with your wedding." I said gently, turning away to look at the TV.

He let out a sigh, and I could see him running his hand over his hair like he always did when he was frustrated. My foot was bouncing rapidly, not able to do anything else about the anxiety building inside me. He was about to turn and leave when he stopped, halfway turned away from me.

"I wanted you to come out there so bad on Monday Lila, I could barely breathe" he began, making me turn, meeting his gaze, "I would have given up everything I have in this world for you to walk out."

"You knew I wouldn't," I breathed, standing up an facing him, "You knew I wouldn't leave Roman, not after I just got him back."

"I know, and I thought I would be more mad about the fact you chose him but I just miss you." He admitted, catching my gaze, "I miss being able to touch you without you flinching away from me."

I winced, feeling like a massive tool even though I knew it was for the best. Glancing at the TV I saw the end of Smackdown, missing most of Mark's match. Deciding I turned back to Phil who was watching me with unbelievable hurt in his eyes. I reached out holding his cheek gently and he brought his hand up, holding it there and closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry Phil but I have Roman and you have AJ and we just need to let go. I have way too much going on and I'm sorry but I need to go." I murmured, letting my hand slip from his face as I walked past him.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I walked out, throwing my garbage away as I leaned against the wall by the gorilla. My arms were crossed against my stomach as I waited, Mark walking out of the gorilla looking tired and sweaty. There was almost 30 years between us and seeing him now made me feel so much younger than I was. He looked up and saw me waiting, a smile growing on his face which I returned. He held out an arm and I hooked mine with his as we walked towards his room.