Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter sixty-seven: "for the kliq"]

Chapter 67: "For the Kliq"
Kevin Nash's POV

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Without Joli on the road with me, honestly, the whole thing is just one big fuckin' bore. Since I started on the creative team, my work load has increased a shit ton, but that wasn't so bad whenever I could go see my girl once I was done. Now, a phone call is all I have to look forward to when I leave those damn meetings or finish a match.

Although I am glad that my girl isn't injured like last time, I'm still pretty fuckin' pissed that she's suspended. It's bullshit.

I can't blame Jolene for swinging at Eric, considering the type of shit he tried to say to her. She's not told me the full story, but from what she has said, he was just feeding into Scott's insecurities and making him feel even worse. That shit isn't okay at all, and really, I can't say I wouldn't have tried to deck him if I had been in her place.

Except, if I'd try to hit him, not only would he have been knocked out, I doubt I would've had any punishment for my actions. Eric only suspended Jolene because she's Jolene. He hates her just as much as she hates him.

God, he's such a fucking cunt. It's been almost two months, Eric; when can my girl come back?

However, right now, I'm not at work. I'm with my beautiful babe in the passenger seat of her car, with one arm hanging out of the window and my other hand placed on her upper right thigh. Surprisingly enough, I'm not even being sexual about it - I just want to have some sort of physical contact with her.

After all, my ass has to leave tomorrow evening, even though I only got to Joli's last night. I've got to take advantage of every little moment I get with my babe.

"So, when are you going to tell me where we're heading?" I ask, moving my eyes from the road ahead of us to Jolene. She's a much better sight. "Or do I just not get to know?"

"You'll see when we get there." That's the only reply I receive. Joli has this cute little smile on her lips, and I can tell she's excited about whatever it is that she has in mind.

It's got to be good, but what is it?

I'm sure she's not taking me somewhere to eat, because she made us lunch before we left. Does she have a place she wants to go shopping? Or...?

Really, I'm lost.

"Do I get any hints?" I ask casually, trying to smoothly lead her into telling me something, anything. It doesn't work.

"Not a one." Jolene quickly winks at me before returning her attention to the road. She grabs a cigarette from her carton, which was with her lighter in the cup holder, and pops it into her mouth.

I watch the smoke trail out of her window as we continue on this mysterious adventure. I look away from my babe just long enough to turn the music on the radio up.

You know, I really am lucky to have this woman in my life. She's beautiful, talented, and to top it off, she's got a damn good heart inside of her. Over the past year, she's come so far as a person; moving on from that bastard ex of hers was the best thing Jolene could've done.

I'm glad that I've been able to help her, because God knows she's helped keep me sane. Jolene has brought love into my life, and really, that's not something I knew I needed. I thought I was content being alone, just fucking the shit out of any chick that wanted me.

But you know what? Fun as that life may be, having one woman that loves you with all of her heart means more than all of the one-night stands in the world. I don't ever want to just fuck some chick just for the sake of fucking again. I have Jolene now, and I don't want anyone else.