Guess Whose Back? (Bree/John/Elle)

Bree smirked getting out of the limo that had dropped her off in front of the clothing store, that her "sister" Elle worked out of it. Even though she had been out of the country for a few years now, all that anyone in the fashion industry could talk about was Elle's clothing line and how they couldn't wait for it to come out. It made her sick to think about, but if she wanted to make a grand return to the American fashion industry, she needed to go to the hottest designer, and unfortunately, Elle was it. And though she knew there was no way in hell that Elle would ever give her the job, due to the affair she had with John, she knew exactly how to make Elle say yes to her. She walked inside and smirked even wider when she saw John.

"Well, hello brother in law." Bree said.

John glared when he saw Bree.

"What the fuck do you want?" John asked.

"Well that's not a very nice way to talk to your sister." Bree said, patting John on the cheek as she took a seat next to him. "Especially after all the memories you and I share Johnny."

"I'd rather forget all of them. You are nothing but a disgusting person." John said.

Bree rolled her eyes.

"You really need to get that stick out of your ass Cena. You were so much more fun back then." Bree said.

"You almost destroyed my marriage." John said.

"You were a willing participant hun." Bree said.

John rolled his eyes then got up.

"Why are you even here again?" John asked.

"I need to talk to Elle about letting me model for her fashion line." Bree said.

John laughed.

"You would be better getting money by having sex with random strangers then modeling for Elle." John said.

Bree scoffed.

"I'll be able to get the money out of Elle once she hears my offer." Bree said.

"I highly doubt it." John said.

"Trust me Johnny, she will." Bree said with a smirk.

Elle walked from downstairs and glared when she saw Bree.

"What the fuck is she doing her?" Elle asked.

"Oh please, we've already had this conversation. Can we move the hell on? I'm here, you're surprised, get the fuck over it." Bree said.

John glared at Bree.

"Shut up." John said.

"Make me." Bree snapped.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting anywhere near my line." Elle said.

"Oh really...? Even when I have..." Bree said, taking a CD out of her purse and handing it to Elle. "...this?"

"What the hell is this?" Elle asked.

"Put it in and see Eleanor, it'll make you change your mind." Bree said.

"Elle just throw her out and if you don't I will." John said.

Bree rolled her eyes and got up, putting some papers down on the table.

"That's a contract my lawyers drafted up that includes my list of demands and how much I want to get paid. Look over it and I'll expect an answer soon. My hotel isn't far from here." Bree said before walking out of the room.

Elle grabbed her laptop and put the CD in. Her face dropped once she saw the video and heard the noises. It was a video of John and Bree having sex.

John's eyes widened as he looked at the laptop.

"Oh my god." John muttered.

Elle bit her lip to stop from crying before closing her laptop and walking upstairs and into her office.

John sighed then got up and followed Elle into her office.

"Honey, I'm sorry." John said.

"Don't...say a word..." Elle said, wiping her eyes.

John hesitantly walked towards Elle then hugged her.

Elle pushed John away from her.

"Don't touch me John." Elle said.

"Elle I'm sorry." John said.

"Just stop apologizing..I'm sick of hearing you apologize for this crap when it keeps getting throw in my face." Elle said.