Stephen's POV
After Justin had left to fetch me my breakfast I hastily threw away the red underwear I stole from my latest conquest. God it was disgusting. She was drunk as hell, couldn't have been older than 20 years old and was a really chatty bitch. I could really pick them couldn't I? I sighed and got up and took a quick shower to rinse the whore's scent from my body. As the cold water bare down on my skin, I held my head down in shame.
"Why hasn't he said anything yet?" I asked myself quietly pounding my palms against the cold tiles. I felt tears began to form in my eyes but I quickly stopped them from flowing with happy thoughts of the good 'old day with Justin and me. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing, for him. In some odd way, I'd convinced myself that by sleeping around on him every night I would eventually win his heart back. If he knew that I was fucking people behind his back, maybe that would make him jealous and want to fight for me and our love, the love that was stolen from me by John Cena.
One night I followed Justin, getting tired of his constant excuses of why he hadn't come back to the hotel or wherever we were staying that day. He was all dressed up and looking sexy as hell. My baby. After about 15 minutes of tracking him with the help of a GPS unit I placed in his rental car I saw him drive up to some seedy motel on the outskirts of town. He got out and walked to a door on the ground floor. After a few seconds later the door open and out appeared Cena. I was shocked beyond belief when I saw him wearing nothing but a towel. They embraced quickly, John giving Justin a slight peck on the crook of his neck. I was so furious I was prepared to get out of my car, run over to them and begin wailing on John til he stopped breathing. I calmed myself and drove away, not wanting to have our love end like that. Why was Justin doing this to me? I loved him more than anything in the world and he betrayed me like this? He didn't know that I knew, but I wasn't going to tell him. He needed to come clean with me. This is his fault, not mine. I gave him myself completely with no regrets. I did nothing wrong.
After I showered I got out and toweled myself off. I went back and sat on the edge of the bed and fumbled through my phone. I had 2 missed calls last night from a certain high-flyer that I was slowly wooing, none from Justin though. I figured that it would piss Justin off if I hooked up with Evan Bourne in something other than just a quick fuck. For some odd reason they didn't get along with one another. Maybe it was because they were both kinda similar or something I don't know. All I knew was if I really wanted to make him jealous and want me back again, I needed to carry on a lavish affair with Bourne, buy him gifts and spend lots of time with him in public. I gave him a call back and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?" He answered weakly. He must have still been asleep.
"Hey baby boy. How are ya?" I asked."
"Hey Stephen! I'm good. How about you?"
"Doing good I guess. Just tired that's all. Wanna hook up later today? Maybe we can hit the gym or something while we're still here in San Antonio."
"I'm not sure. I have a bit of errands to do but after that I might be available. How about 10am?"
"Sure thing fella. See ya then."
"OK. Bye!" He squealed and hung up.
I smiled and placed my phone on the dresser. I made it a note to keep the screen on showing my call logs and that I called Evan this morning for when Justin got back. I just hope I'm not taking it too far with all of this. All I want is for Justin to love me again and not Cena.
A few minutes of inward thinking Justin had returned with some McDonald's.
"Here you go." He said quietly and tossed my food at me. Time to start acting again.
"I hate this shit. You should know that by know. Take it back and get me something else. Evan wouldn't have made that mistake." I mumbled.
He huffed. "Excuse me? What the hell does Evan have to do with this?!" He asked angrily.
"Well, nothing I guess. Just saying. I'm heading out later." I said with a bit of cockiness laced in my voice. I got up and finished getting dressed.
"Where?" Justin asked.
"To workout with a close friend. Gonna go use the bathroom. Let me know if my phone rings." I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I didn't need to use the bathroom; I just wanted to give Justin ample time to look through my phone to see who I was in contact with. Like a moth to a flame, I peered through the crack of the door and saw him fumbling through my phone. He gasped when he saw Evan's number in my call logs. I felt a sense of satisfaction but also a feeling of guilt. I hated touching another person behind his back but he needed to feel what I felt when he gave himself willingly to Cena. He tossed my phone back on the table and left the room. I assumed he didn't leave to go get me any better breakfast. I went back into our room and grabbed the bag filled with sausage biscuits, hash browns, and pancakes and began to eat like a madman.
"Taste pretty good."