Jada showed Adam around her apartment. “It’s not much, but I’ve got a great view and a comfortable bed. I can’t ask for much more.”
Adam nodded as he looked at all the framed pictures of Jada and her family. “Vince did a good job finding this place for you. And thanks again for letting me come over here for Smackdown. I don’t think I could look at my four walls any longer.”
Jada smiled. “Any time. You’re the only other person that’s been in here. It’s nice to have some company.”
“Even if it’s the person you spend your whole day with?” Jada nodded. Adam picked up a picture of Jada and Lance. “You mean Lance hasn’t even been here?”
Jada looked at the picture Adam was holding. It was from when they went to see Justin’s concert that past summer. “Nope. I’ve gone to his place in Orlando once and I’ve flown out to LA once. He’s supposed to be flying in tomorrow and actually staying here, but I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Why?” Adam asked as he replaced the picture.
“Well,” Jada sat on the couch and was followed by Adam. “Since our fight Sunday, we haven’t talked. He emailed me Monday and said we needed to talk about everything and emailed me yesterday with his flight information for tomorrow. But he’s not the type to apologize. He’ll want me to acknowledge the fact he came here and that make everything better.”
“And will it?”
Jada let out a sigh. “It has before, but I’m not a big fan of conflict, so I let things roll that I shouldn’t. But this time…I just don’t know. I mean, I know a good relationship takes work, but I didn’t think it would take this much work.”
“You know, the people I know that have the best relationships are the ones who know how to fight smart not dirty, have more fun than anything and know when to let things go…or people.” Adam laid a hand on Jada’s knee.
“It’s been months since we’ve had ‘fun’.”
“I know it’s not the same comparing my failed marriage to your relationship, but I felt the same way you did towards Alannah and one day I woke up and realized I had to get out. I’m not saying it fixed everything, but ending things before they got too ugly will save me some serious heartache and future issues.” Adam reached up and tucked some loose hair behind Jada’s ear. “It’s not a fun decision, but it’s one you might have to consider.” Jada nodded and winced. “What’s wrong?”
Jada reached a hand up to her neck. “I must have slept funny last night. My neck’s been knotted up all day. I wouldn’t be surprised if part of it was just tension.”
“Turn around. I’ll fix it.” Jada gave Adam a look, but when she realized he was serious, did as told. Adam swept all of Jada’s long brown hair over her left shoulder and began slowly but firmly to massage her shoulders. Jada winced at the pressure he was placing in the beginning, but then, as the pressure started to loosen her muscles, she closed her eyes and leaned back a bit into his touch. After a few moments, Adam started to focus on the side of the neck Jada was favoring. “The doctor’s showed me these techniques after my surgery.” Jada made a contented sound in acknowledgment and tilted her head so more of her neck was exposed. Adam took one hand to move the hair that had fallen back in place and with the other, softly caressed the soft, tan skin on Jada’s neck. She let out a soft moan at Adam touch as she leaned more into him. Adam leaned forward and whispered into Jada’s ear, “Everything will turn out alright. I’ll always be here for you.” Adam’s warm breath on Jada’s ear and neck sent a shiver down her spine. All she wanted to do was turn around and touch Adam so he could feel the way she was feeling, but was interrupted by a knock at her front door.
“Who the heck is that?” Jada said as she looked out her peep hole. “Shit.” Jada opened the door to see Lance standing with a bouquet of flowers and his overnight bag.
“Surprise!” Lance smiled as he extended the flowers to Jada. “I thought I’d come early to surprise you.” Lance pulled Jada in for a hug. “The past few days have been so crazy and I just needed to see you.” Lance pushed Jada back to look at her. “You look flushed. Are you okay?”
Jada shook her head. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.” Jada stepped aside to let Lance in. As soon as Jada shut the door, Lance dropped his bag and pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately. Adam tried to avert his eyes, but couldn’t help but watch the couple. Jada could feel his eyes on her and pulled away from Lance. She motioned towards Adam and said, “Lance, this is Adam Copeland. The wrestler I’m working with. Adam, Lance Bass.”
Lance looked from Adam on the couch to Jada who was still in his grasp. He let go and took a step back. “Am I interrupting something?”
Jada turned Lance’s face so he wasn’t staring at Adam. “We were just about to watch Smackdown. We do this every Thursday. Dinner and wrestling. It’s just work.”
“And when do you fuck him?” Lance snapped at Jada. “Before or after wrestling?” Lance turned his hot gaze to Adam. “And how much extra do you pay for that training? One hundred…two hundred, or was it included in the contract?”
“Lance!”
Adam stood up and the seven inch height difference made Adam look like a giant compared to Lance. “You can say whatever you want to me, but you never speak to a lady like that.”
Lance looked Adam up and down with disgust. “I’ll talk to my girlfriend any damn way I please. You stay out of it.” Lance then pushed Adam in the chest.
“Lance.” Jada said as she stepped between the two men. “Don’t start something you know you can’t finish.”
Lance pushed Jada back. “Don’t flaunt your fuck buddy in my face.”
Adam began to growl in anger. “Don’t lay a hand don her.”
Jada turned and put a hand in the middle of Adam’s chest. “Let me handle this, okay?” Adam took a step back, but didn’t unbristle. Jada then turned to Lance. “I know many of our problems lately are my fault. And I just keep holding on hoping something magical would happen and we’d be happy again. But you know what I’ve realized? I don’t love you anymore. And at this very moment, I don’t really like you that much. I think you need to leave, for good. I don’t have the energy for this anymore. I’m tired of the false accusations. I’m tired of the mistrust. And I’m tired of having to fake an orgasm just so you’ll get off my back about not wanting to sleep with you.” Lance looked at Jada appalled. “Please leave. I’ll come to pick up my stuff this weekend and Jesse can have all the room he needs. But we’re over.”
Lance looked frantic as he grabbed both of Jada’s arms. “You can’t do this. I love you. We’re perfect together. I’ll do anything. But this can’t be over.”
Jada let out a sigh. “You’ll do anything?” Lance nodded. “Fine. Move to Orlando for the rest of the time I’m here.”
“Done.”
“Quit accusing me of sleeping around.”
“Fine, whatever it takes.”
Jada shifted her weight as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Admit you were wrong and say you’re sorry.” Lance dropped his hands as he looked back and forth from Jada to Adam. “You’re willing to do whatever it takes, right? Admit you were wrong when you accused me of cheating and apologize to both me and Adam.” Lance took a step back and dropped his eyes. “That’s what I thought. Things are only fixable if I’m the one to fix them.” Lance turned away wordlessly and picked up his bag by the front door. Jada softened her tone. “I’ll be by this weekend to pick up my stuff.”
Lance nodded. “I won’t be there,” he said before walking out the door.
Jada and Adam stood motionless like time had frozen. Jada stared at the door letting the decision she had just made sink in. Jada’s shoulder’s fell and Adam began to reach out to comfort her. Before he could touch Jada, she said, “Please don’t. I need to be alone tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Adam dropped his hand and started walking towards the door. “Thank you for standing up for me. No one’s ever done that before for me. It means a lot.” At Jada’s words, Adam turned to face her. He reached out to touch her face but drew his hand back and nodded before he walked out the front door. Jada locked the door and sat on the couch before putting her face in her hands and breaking down.
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