Virulence
~Sequel to Solace~
Chapter 1
“Glad you made it
safely.”
“I told you I
would. I miss you.”
A smirk curved his
lips at her sweet confession. “It’s only been a couple hours, darlin’.”
“And?”
His deep chuckle
resonated through the phone and sent shivers down her spine. “Fine, how much do
you miss me?”
“Dumb question,
babe.”
“You gonna answer me
or not?”
She chewed her
bottom lip. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you won’t get
your reward.”
Now she was curious
and quirked a brow, wondering what her boyfriend had in mind as far as a
‘reward’ went. “Do I really have to say it?”
“Yes.”
She groaned, knowing
she couldn’t deny him anything and glanced out the window of her hotel room. “I
always miss you, if it’s not obvious.” Another sweet confession. “Now what’s my
reward, ass?”
“Open the door and
find out.”
The line went dead
and all she could do was turn around to stare at the door, swallowing
hard. What did he send her in such a
short amount of time? She’d only left
the Smackdown! taping a few hours ago and hadn’t ordered dinner yet. Truth be told, she wasn’t hungry due to not
only slight jetlag, but missing her boyfriend like crazy. Sleep would evade her until she was back in
the safety and security of his arms again, which wouldn’t be until Friday
morning when she rejoined him along with everyone else on the road. She took a deep breath and walked toward the
door, placing her hand on the door handle hesitating to open it. What if this was a trick? Then she heard a voice on the other side and
there was no question in her mind who it was, making her instantly rip open the
door.
“You really know how
to ruin a surprise, woman.”
Penetrating pale
blues locked with watery midnight. “Jon…” He was really here in the flesh and
Anisa let him draw her into his strong arms, his mouth instantly finding hers.
“What are you doing here?” She asked once the kiss broke, reaching up to wipe
some gloss from his lips.
“They didn’t need me
for the taping tonight, so I decided to join you for my days off this week.”
Backing Anisa into the room, Jon kicked the door shut and captured her mouth
again, loving how she melted against him. “Unless you want me to go back to
Vegas…?”
Anisa smacked his
chest and playfully scowled, shaking her head. “Of course I don’t! It’s bad enough we hardly get time alone
together anymore because of my new job.
I couldn’t be happier you’re here with me.”
“Ouch darlin’,
violent much?” Jon grinned, sliding his hands down her back until he came in
contact with her perfect backside, lifting Anisa up to where her legs had to
wrap around his waist. “Mmm you know I like it rough, Ani.”
She shivered again
when his nose and mouth buried in the side of her neck, the slight scruff
outlining his jaw and part of his cheeks scratching her skin. It was a welcoming sensation and Anisa
refused to pull away from the much needed attention. Jon carried her to the bed and sat down with
her straddled on his lap, slowly pulling down both straps of her light pink
camisole to brush his lips against the soft flesh of her shoulders. They barely had time to have quickies these
days ever since Anisa decided to change her career direction in the company,
not that Jon blamed her. It got her away
from Rick the Dick, his personal nickname for the man, but at the same time cut
into their time together. Jon wanted to
beat the hell out of Rick for all the problems he caused Anisa because it made her
go to Stephanie and Paul begging them for a new job in the WWE. Thus putting a kink in their new budding
relationship.
Transitioning into
her new job wasn’t as easy as Anisa originally thought or hoped. It was the best move for her career with the
WWE though. After Coralie’s untimely death
and WrestleMania season, Anisa took a step back to reevaluate her life and
position in the company. Stephanie and
Paul weren’t surprised by her request and had the perfect opportunity for her –
one Anisa had a hard time accepting.
Their NXT division down in Tampa needed a new Talent Relations Manager
and they thought she fit the build perfectly.
Anisa immediately went to Mia, Krystal and Ryanne, asking for their
opinion on if she should take the job.
The bosses were kind enough to give her a full 24 hours to make her
decision. Mia and Krystal were against
the idea because of how new her relationship with Jon was, but Ryanne pointed
out absence made the heart grow fonder.
They would cherish their times together a lot more the more they were
apart. That’s how it worked for her and
Randy whenever he left her at home while he went on the road to provide for
their family.
In the end, Anisa
took the position and it’d been 2 months since that happened, 3 since Coralie’s
death. It was now the beginning of July
and surprisingly Anisa and Jon were still going strong. They spent as much time as they could while
on the road with the WWE, but Anisa had a lot of meetings via Skype with Bill
Demotte, one of the lead trainers of NXT and William Regal. In the past 2 months, Jon had never once
joined Anisa down in Tampa because he enjoyed going back home to Vegas for his
days off. This was the first time he
took the initiative to come see her and it renewed Anisa’s faith in her
relationship with Jon. Anisa’s days off
were Friday, Saturday and Sunday while Jon was forced to compete in house shows
with the rest of the Shield and roster.
She couldn’t help wondering how long Jon would be able to handle their
opposite schedules before calling it quits.
Her other reason for
taking the job was her ex-husband, Mark Calaway. After WrestleMania, instead of going back to
Texas and leaving the company for another year, he stayed on for an additional
month. It frustrated Anisa to no end and
Mark’s excuse for staying on longer was to ‘help’ the Shield catapult their
superstardom in the company since they were rookies. Anisa knew better though. Jon did too along with the rest of their
circle of friends. The night Jon faced
Mark on Smackdown! one-on-one, Anisa was a nervous wreck watching backstage and
chewing her thumbnail. Jon didn’t tell
her what was going to happen in the match, so when the Shield slammed Mark
through the announce table, Anisa squealed out happily and jumped for joy. She knew Mark was leaving the road and going
back home finally, but Anisa had already taken the new job, making the moment
bittersweet.
“Mmm I forgot to
tell you something…” Anisa murmured, burying her fingers in Jon’s unruly curls
because his mouth against her neck felt wonderful.
“What?” He grunted,
nipping her soft flesh and slid his hands beneath the back of her camisole to
stroke her back with his long nimble fingers.
“Phil is bringing
Melanie on the road with him for a few weeks.”
Jon immediately
pulled back with a frown. “The last thing I wanna talk about is your brother
and his new flame right now, Anisa.
Unless the words out of your mouth have to do with what I’m doing to you
and making you feel, I don’t wanna hear them.”
“Sorry.”
There was nothing
else Anisa could say and let Jon capture her mouth again, her back meeting the
bed a few seconds later with him on top of her.
Truth be told, Anisa was thrilled to have her brother back in the company. The June pay-per-view Payback in Chicago
marked Phil’s return. He took time off
to relax, get his head on straight and properly mourn Coralie. Not to mention, he started dating Melanie and
spent most of his time off in New York City with her. Apparently, things were going so well she decided
to move her firm from New York City to the Windy City to be closer to
Phil. They hadn’t moved in together yet,
taking things slow, but Anisa knew it was only a matter of time before that
happened. She was happy for her brother
and hit it off with Melanie, especially after the woman helped Jon cut ties
with Trina Michaels once and for all.
“Fuck…” Jon broke
the kiss and rested his forehead against Anisa’s, every part of his body
tingling from head to toe. “That was a shitty thing for me to say about your
brother. I’m sorry, darlin’.”
“It’s okay,
baby. I understand why you got a little
heated over it. Sometimes I just let my
thoughts run away with me.” Anisa wasn’t angry at him for being blunt with her. It was one of the qualities she loved most
about Jon. “Enough talking. I need you,
Jon.”
Joe had been right
to be spontaneous and surprise Anisa by coming to Tampa to spend time with her
while she worked. The same way she did
with him. Jon owed his best friend for that
simple suggestion. He’d gone to Joe
shortly after Anisa took the Talent Relations Manager for NXT, frustrated
because he didn’t know how to express his feelings about her decision. He didn’t like it. Cutting their time together in half or more
didn’t set well with Jon, but he didn’t want to make Anisa feel guilty over her
decision. It was a great opportunity,
Jon admitted, and he was truly happy for her.
However, he couldn’t help questioning what that meant for their
relationship and if it was one of her top priorities to worry about. After spilling his feelings out to Joe, the
man simply clamped his hand on Jon’s shoulder and gave him several reasons why
Anisa might’ve taken the job. Mark still
being on the road, dealing with Rick the Dick and it was her chance to move up in
the company. Realizing how selfish he
was being about the situation, Jon decided right then and there he had to be
more supportive with Anisa instead of against her.
After settling Jon
down, Joe came clean about his issues with Mia.
Planning a wedding was a lot more complicated than he ever imagined and
it put a strain on their relationship.
Granted, it was a small ceremony in his parent’s backyard in Pensacola,
but on top of planning a wedding, Mia had also became the WWE Diva’s
champion. Joe couldn’t have been prouder
of her, but it also took her away from him with more signings and appearances
since Mia was now the face of the WWE Divas.
The Shield had taken off like a rocket as well, gaining more publicity
and quickly shooting up the ranks in the company. So in a way, Joe and Jon were in the same
boat, only Joe got to hold his woman every night in his arms while Jon had to
be separated from his because of her new position. Jon told Joe to take his own advice and
support Mia because it wasn’t every day a WWE Diva became champion. Obviously, the bosses had faith and trust in
her to represent the Diva’s division and that was a huge honor in itself
besides carrying the butterfly shaped belt.
Joe was not the only
person Jon went to for advice. Colby was
next. They weren’t as close as Jon and
Joe, but still friends nonetheless and Jon trusted him. It was amazing how Colby and Krystal
flourished as a couple, only arguing about minor things. Very rarely did their circle of friends see
Colby and Krystal at odds, but lately it’d been more frequent. Ever since Colby asked Krystal to move in
with him in Tampa and she accepted happily, she avoided actually doing it. He couldn’t figure out why. No one could.
Colby wanted to get her away from Connecticut instead of constantly
having to fly there every other week on their days off. He wanted to push her to make the move, but
didn’t know how to do it without sounding like a prick. What if he pushed her too far and Krystal
called it quits with him? Colby couldn’t
let that happen. He even told her to
take as much time as she needed, but he didn’t expect it to surpass 3 months.
What Colby didn’t
know was Krystal had searched for apartments in Tampa over the past month,
wanting to be closer to Colby. However,
she wasn’t ready to move in with him yet.
3 months was too soon and why she agreed to do it was beyond her. Krystal chalked it up to being swept in the
moment, but now she had to find a way to tell him about getting her own place
in Tampa. She loved Colby more than
anything in the world, but it was a huge step to move in with a man, something
Krystal never did before. Moving from
her home state was a huge step for Krystal and she had to take this step by step
or else she would end up falling flat on her face. Now, she just had to find the courage to tell
Colby her decision and hoped he didn’t end their relationship over her
decision. Both Colby and Krystal were on
the same page as far as Jon and Anisa went.
They had to support each other, no matter what, because that came with
being in a relationship. Now if only
they could take their own advice when it came to their own issues.
Breaking out of his
deep thoughts, Jon stripped Anisa of her clothing along with his own, settling
comfortably between her legs. It’d been
nearly 3 weeks since they’d last had sex and Jon couldn’t handle using his hand
to release anymore. Anisa cried out
softly at the first probe of Jon’s cock against her soaking sex and nodded, the
forest fire within her body spreading quickly.
She trembled, feeling Jon lift her up from the bed to hold into her and
carefully lowered her sex until he completely impaled her. Again, she cried out at the exhilarating
feeling and held onto him for dear life, not waiting to adjust to his massive
size either. Sitting back on his
haunches, Jon gripped her hips to guide Anisa on and off his cock, both of them
groaning at the intense friction. No
words had to be spoken, just the sounds of their lovemaking was enough for both
to achieve their ultimate goal. Jon
lowered his mouth to her swelling breasts, swirling his tongue around the
hardened nipples and loved how her body reacted instantaneously to anything he
did.
Hours later after
countless sessions, Jon and Anisa collapsed on the bed in a sweaty satisfied
heap tangled up in each other’s arms. He
held her close to him, kissing her forehead and stroking her back while Anisa
nuzzled his neck, draping her leg over his.
Neither needed a blanket or sheet, using each other’s warmth from their
bodies was enough. Just as the sun rose
over the horizon, both passed out from exhaustion with sexually satisfied
smiles on their faces.
Chapter 2
July 8, 2013.
There was an
uneasiness in the air.
Anisa couldn’t put
her finger on what it was, but she couldn’t stop feeling chills rush through
her body. It was strange and heightened
her stress level with each passing minute the closer Raw came to starting. She walked through the hallways of 1st
Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland, trying to get her mind off of
things. Mia’s upcoming wedding, Krystal
having reservations about moving in with Colby, her brother and of course
Jon. The man was always on her mind
morning, noon and night. He was the love
of her life, her everything, even if they were going through a rough patch
lately ever since she took the job down in NXT.
Everything would work out the way it should, Anisa truly believed, but
deep down in the pit of her stomach something nagged away at her.
Then, she figured
out where the uneasiness and tension stemmed from.
Turning the corner,
Anisa came face to chest with none other than Bray Wyatt. He nearly collided into her, arms snapping
out to gripe her sides and Anisa snapped her head up to meet icy blue orbs full
of intensity. They hadn’t spoken since
the Hall of Fame ceremony and Anisa wasn’t fooled by the adage ‘time heals all
wounds’ because nothing would ever be the same between them again. Anisa used him for sex and chose Jon over him
in the end. As much guilt as she felt
regarding Bray, Anisa did not regret her decision and only followed what her
heart wanted.
“Bray…”
It took a long time
to get over Anisa, but Bray managed to do it somehow. “Anisa…” He released her
hips instantly and stepped back, keeping eye contact. “Haven’t seen you around
here lately with your infamous clipboard.”
His voice was
abrasive and hard toward her, so Anisa reciprocated the same tone. “I’m not
doing that job anymore.”
Bray quirked a slow
brow. “Then what are you doing these days?
Do you work for the company?”
Anisa could feel her
temper rising and clenched her fists at her sides, mentally counting backwards
from 10. “Yes. I’m working down in NXT
as the new Talent Relations Manager, not that it’s any of your business.”
Good, he struck a
nerve with her. “So does that mean you and Ambrose have called it quits?”
“On the contrary,
we’re very much together and he’s supportive of my decision.” Anisa smiled
coolly at Bray, seeing the fire erupt in his icy blue eyes. “Speaking of
Ambrose, I better go track him down and give him a pre-match rubdown before the
show starts.”
Bray didn’t
appreciate her snide tone, but knew he deserved it and heaved a sigh. “Anisa…”
“Don’t.” She held
her hand up, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say. “I have to go.”
“Anisa, wait!” Bray
growled after her retreating form and lowered his head, long dark hair covering
it. She would soon see the truth and he
could only hope it didn’t completely destroy her.
Not stopping until
she was in the safety of the Shield’s locker room, Anisa sat at her small work
station in the corner and began going through the NXT files on the potential
Superstars the WWE signed. One in
particular stood out to her. His name
was Sam Johnston, but fans of the Independent circuit and her current boyfriend
knew him as Sami Callihan. He was one of
Jon’s best friends, standing at 5’10 and weighed 200 pounds of solid
muscle. Sam was short, but he could move
in the ring and had incredible talent, just like Jon. The WWE hadn’t figured out a name for him
yet, toying with the name Johnny Clearwater, but Anisa immediately put a halt
on that. It didn’t fit Sam and she
wanted him to have the perfect name like Jon did. She promised Jon to do everything in her
power to help Sam make it to the main roster while being fair to the other
upcoming wrestlers as well. Honestly
though, the only other wrestlers that stood out to Anisa was a tag team called
The Ascension – Konnor and Viktor.
Konnor’s real name was Ryan Parmeter.
He was very down to earth and easy to work with. Why he wasn’t on the main roster already
stumped Anisa because he had incredible talent and dominated alongside his tag
team partner, Viktor. His real name was
Eric Thompson and both had been in WWE developmental since 2010-2011.
A knock on the door
jolted Anisa out of her thoughts, a smile lighting her face at the sight of Mia
walking inside. “Hey girl, what brings you here?” She had the WWE Diva’s
championship over her shoulder with her wrestling gear on.
“Nothing, don’t have
a match tonight and they won’t tell us why.” Mia was supposed to keep feuding
with AJ, but that was scrapped due to something huge on the show that night.
“It’s top secret, nobody knows.”
Anisa frowned,
scooting over so Mia could set up a chair beside her and sat down. “What do you
think it is?”
“I have no
idea. I really can’t think of anything
major, but whatever it is Vince, Stephanie and Paul are being top secret about
it.” Mia tried keeping the worry out of her voice, but her eyes told a different
story.
“Maybe Phil knows…”
“Maybe we should go
ask him.”
Anisa didn’t want to
bother Phil while he prepared for Raw and shook her head, deciding a change of
subject was in order. “How’s the wedding planning going? Did you and Joe decide on the flowers yet?”
The worry replaced
with excitement in Mia’s dark eyes. “Yes!
I swear, getting that man to make a decision is like pulling teeth. But yes, we finally decided on hibiscus,
orchids and lilies. Patty is taking care
of the flowers, thankfully because of our hectic schedule leading up to
Summerslam. She told us whatever we
wanted to tell her and she’ll get it done.
She’s really a god send and the best mother-in-law a woman can ask for.”
It was amazing how
well Mia and Patty got along considering Joe was the baby boy of the Anoa’i
family. There was so much love for Mia,
it warmed Anisa’s heart, especially after Mia’s family disowned her because she
refused to have an arranged marriage.
That was wrong on so many levels in Anisa’s eyes and she was proud of
Mia for standing up to the people who were supposed to be the most important in
her life. Joe’s family had taken Mia in
and made her fully part of everything, giving her all the love in the world she
would ever need.
“Sounds like
everything is coming along nicely. Good
thing too because, if you bust out in Bridezilla mode on me, I’m running away
and never coming back.” It was a half-threat, but one nonetheless and had Mia
rolling with laughter, Anisa joining in moments later.
They talked a little
more about the wedding plans until Glen’s match came on, then both were focused
on that. It wasn’t an ordinary match
though. With Glen standing in the middle
of the ring in his Kane costume waiting for his opponent. The lights suddenly went out, the whole arena
one big blanket of pitch black. Both Mia
and Anisa looked at each other and then snapped their eyes back to the monitor,
waiting to see what would happen. Was this
the unsettling feeling -the uneasiness- Anisa had dreaded all night? A deep frown crossed her face when a video
began and it was of a man sitting in a rocking chair.
“Oh my god…”
“Is that-?”
Anisa nodded before
Mia could say the name and fought back tears. “Bray…”
The Wyatt Family
debut had finally arrived.
Chilling music with
snapping fingers or clapping hands, Anisa couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it
was, started up after the video montage ended.
Bray stood on the top of the stage with Luke Harper and Erick Rowan in
the same outfit he wore during their confrontation earlier. He held what looked like a pre-lit lantern
and it was the light guiding the Wyatt’s to the ring where Glen still
stood. She was glued to the monitor, not
able to pull her gaze away and felt completely captivated by Bray’s powerful
promo and entrance. The pop from the
audience alone told her and everyone else in the back the Wyatt Family was here
to stay. IT was one of the most
anticipated debuts in recent memory. The
growing anxiety and uneasiness made Anisa physically shudder because she had a
sinking feeling what was about to happen.
But why? Why would the Wyatt’s
want to target Kane of all people?
“Glen…”
Within minutes, the
Wyatt Family swarmed Glen and started beating the man down, kicking, punching,
anything to rid him of power. Glen was
not a small man by any stretch of the imagination and fought them off the best
he could, but it was 3 on 2.
Insurmountable odds…and NOBODY was coming down to help him! Anisa couldn’t stop the budding tears from
sliding down her cheeks when the attack spilled out of the ring onto the floor
near the steel ring steps.
“What the hell? Are they really gonna do that?”
All Anisa could do
was nod and shut her eyes, unable to watch Luke and Erick send Glen’s body
crashing into the steps as hard as they could.
Mia knew how hard this was for Anisa to watch because she was still
great friends with Glen, despite what happened with Mark. This time, it was Bray’s turn to hurt Glen and
he did by smashing Glen’s masked face with the steel steps. The sound of his skull bouncing off of them
sickened Anisa and she kept her eyes closed until the Wyatt Family music
started up again. Bray dropped to his
knees in front of Glen and spread his arms out wide, tipping his head back with
closed eyes while Luke and Erick simply admired the carnage they did. As soon as the screen went black, Anisa flew
out of the door as fast as she could to go check on Glen. Mia could follow if she wanted to or wait for
Joe in the dressing room. If Glen had a
concussion, he’d have to go to the hospital and Anisa would not let him go
alone.
“Mother fucker…”
Glen grumbled, stumbling through the curtains and could see Anisa running
toward him with a tear streaked face. “Shit…”
His head was busted
open, blood slowly sliding down each side of his face from the cut on the
middle of the hairline and he had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling
over. Anisa noticed it instantly and
rushed over to Glen just as he stumbled right into her small body. She caught him and prepared to be taken off
of her feet, but luckily Mike –The Miz- and Nick –Dolph Ziggler- came to her
rescue. Nick simply winked at her,
tossing Glen’s arm over his shoulders while Mike did the same, both of them
hauling the big man to the trainer’s room.
Anisa followed, wrapping her arms around herself and managed to stop the
tears, wishing Jon was with her at that moment.
“He’s gonna be
alright, Anisa.” Michael assured her while injecting Glen with a numbing serum
so he could staple the man’s wound closed without a fuss.
“Fuck Doc, could you
be a little gentler?” Glen growled, cracking an eye open when Anisa smacked him
on the arm.
“Shut up and let the
man do his job, Big Red.” Anisa scolded, holding Glen’s hand the entire time
and didn’t leave his side for a second.
Glen was always there for her whenever she needed him and sometimes even
when she didn’t, so it was Anisa’s turn to return the favor. “Talk to me, it’ll
help you get your mind off the pain.”
“I could really use
a stiff Scotch right about now.” Glen grunted, refusing to squeeze her hand and
stayed still while Michael surveyed the damage, cleaning the wound the best he
could.
Anisa rolled her
eyes. “Only you would think about alcohol at a time like this.”
She knew he was
having a hard time being away from his wife lately and he’d talked about
winding down his career in the company.
Glen was a family man and also had a strange love of politics, wanting
to invest more of his time into them, but at the same time money from the WWE
kept a roof over the Jacobs’ heads. It
was hard to walk away from that kind of money, especially a check with 6
figures every month. Still, Anisa could
tell Glen was getting tired of both wrestling and traveling, so it would only
be a matter of time before he hung his boots up.
Once Michael was
finished putting 7 staples in Glen’s head, Anisa reluctantly left him since
Nick and Mike promised to look after her friend. She kissed each of them on the cheek,
thanking them for the assistance and walked out of the trainer’s room, only to
come face to face with the Wyatt Family.
Hadn’t they done enough damage?
Anisa could feel her temper rising, swallowing the vulgar words
threatening to surface and walked past them.
She wasn’t getting away that easy though. Bray’s hand shot out and wrapped around her
upper arm, yanking her back to where Anisa whirled around in surprise, their
noses practically touching. She could
feel his hot breath on her face, the strength in his hand attached to the
semi-tattooed sleeved arm and Anisa couldn’t pull away from his bright
blues. They reminded her of the hottest
fire or the coldest ice, depending on what type of mood he was in. Currently, she couldn’t register Bray and it
scared her a little.
“Let go of me.”
Anisa ordered, managing to keep the shakiness out of her tone and pursed her
lips tightly together.
Bray merely smiled,
maliciousness suddenly filling his eyes and pulled her even closer, arching her
body to mold with his upper chest. “Be careful who you invite into your bed,
Anisa.” He warned, the tone soft and cryptic all at once. “Play with fire and
you’ll be singed.”
Swallowing hard,
Anisa rubbed her upper arm when Bray released her abruptly and walked away with
Erick and Luke to go clean up from their debut.
What did he mean by that? The
only man in her bed was Jon and Anisa trusted him fully, no questions
asked. She loved him unconditionally. Bray was trying to mess with her mind and
plant doubts into it. Anisa wouldn’t let
it happen and turned to look at the trainer’s door, hoping Glen would be
alright with Nick and Mike. She didn’t
want to leave him, but Jon was the main man in her life and she had to check on
him. No matter how hard she tried, Anisa
couldn’t get the ambiguous message from Bray out of her head.
Chapter 3
After her encounter
with Bray, Anisa headed straight outside for a much needed cigarette and sent
Jon a text message to join her. Not that
she had to. It was a ritual they’d done
since the first night they shared a cigarette together. Anisa would never forget that night,
especially the nickname Dr. Feel Good.
That’s all Jon made her feel was good – great even. He really was everything to her and Anisa
loved him unconditionally. Even when she
slept with Bray, Jon never once left her mind and the fact Jon forgave her for
doing that just proved his feelings for her.
“Hey darlin’.” Jon
greeted with a smile, noticing instantly something was off about Anisa and
waited for her to join him.
Plastering on a fake
smile, Anisa hopped up on the equipment trunk next to him and plucked the
cigarette from his fingers to take a long drag. “I really needed that.” She
breathed out in a sigh, smoke filtering from her mouth and nose.
“Stressed?” Jon
guessed, reaching out to take her hand and laced their fingers together.
That was an
understatement, Anisa thought, simply nodding while taking another drag before
handing it back to Jon. She loved
sharing a cigarette with him. “Yeah, nothing worth discussing though.” Talking
about Bray was out of the question when it came to her overprotective, easily
jealous boyfriend. “How about you? You
guys figure out what’s going on for the show?”
Something was
definitely bothering her. “Yeah, same old shit.” Jon hopped off the equipment
trunk and stood between Anisa’s legs, planting his strong hands on her sides.
“Come on Ani, talk to me. Remember who I
am?”
Anisa chewed her
bottom lip and slid her hands up his arms to wrap around his neck, drawing him
closer. Those deep pale blues would be
the death of her one day. “I’m fine, I promise.” She half-lied, rubbing her
nose gently against his. “Stop worrying about me so much.”
“Impossible to do,
baby, sorry.” Jon dropped a soft kiss on the crown of her head and pulled Anisa
against him, holding her close. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“Dr. Feel Good…” She
mumbled, though a small smile played on her lips.
“Very good, now tell
the Doc what’s going on so he can make you feel good.” Jon ordered with a
smirk, their eyes locked in a hypnotic penetrable gaze.
She wanted to. The words were on her tongue and Anisa could
feel herself falling under Jon’s spell.
His deep raspy voice and pale blues were enough to drive Anisa to her
knees. She was grateful to be sitting at
the moment, knees weak and felt the overwhelming urge to feel Jon’s mouth on
hers. Flicking her cigarette away over
Jon’s shoulder, Anisa cupped his face and captured his mouth, feeling his arms
instantly encircle her waist to draw her closer to him. The sheer power and dominance in his simple
hold enticed and made Anisa crave more, her tongue slipping into his mouth to
taste him. A mixture of tobacco and mint
gum forced her body to shiver, panties drenching instantaneously. It never failed to amaze her just how fast
Jon turned her on. Bray was nothing
compared to this man and never would be.
Without realizing it, desperation seeped into the heated lip lock and
Jon felt it through the love and fire.
He could be very perceptive when the situation called for it, especially
when it came to Anisa. Breaking the
kiss, Jon gripped her upper arms and stopped her from trying to reach for the
belt securing his cargo pants, shaking his head.
“What’s going on,
Anisa?” He demanded, taking a few more deep breaths to slow his racing heart
the kiss caused. “I’m not stupid. I know
something’s wrong with you.”
“What are you
talking about?” Anisa played it off the best she could, voice shaky from both
the heated moment with Jon and trying to hide the fear Bray made her feel. “I’m
just trying to have a make out session with my boyfriend before his match. Is that a crime?”
Why couldn’t she be
honest with him? Jon knew her inside and
out, or at least he thought he did. “You’re hiding something from me.” He said
flatly, releasing her with abruption and stepped back, spacing himself from
her. “I thought we were past this…”
“Past what?” Anisa
hopped off the equipment trunk, the fear unmistakable in her midnight orbs by
now. It wasn’t because of Bray Wyatt
though, not when it came to losing Jon. “Where is this coming from, Jonathan?”
He HATED it when she used his full name, but it was the only way to make him
understand just how hurt she was at the moment. “I love you…”
“Have a funny
fucking way of showing it.” Jon retorted, not buying a word she said and folded
his arms in front of his chest. “If you loved me as much as you claim, you
wouldn’t lie to my fucking face when I KNOW something is bothering you. I thought we were past keeping secrets from
each other. Didn’t you learn a fucking
thing from Phil and Coralie?”
That was a low
blow. Anisa felt tears burn her eyes and
lowered them to the black asphalt, clearing her throat. “Whether you believe it
or not, everything is fine and nothing is bothering me besides you being a complete
dick to me right now.” Her voice remained low and even, trying desperately to
hide the pain in her tone. It wasn’t
working. “Maybe something is wrong with you and you’re hiding something from
me. Maybe you don’t want to be with me
as much as you claim you do. Otherwise,
why would you throw Coralie in my face?
I didn’t think our relationship would ever be compared to a dead woman’s
and my brother. I thought we were
different, but I guess not.”
Jon didn’t know what
possessed him to bring Coralie up, but he hated it when people lied to his face
blatantly. “I don’t have time for this shit right now.” He couldn’t look at
her, regret already developing in the pit of his stomach and would eventually
overtake his entire body. “I have to get ready for my match.”
“Go then. Just remember, I’m leaving tonight to head to
Tampa until Wednesday. Do you even want
me coming to Vegas this week or should I go to Atlanta?”
“I’ll let you know.”
Jon stalked back
inside the arena, leaving Anisa standing there feeling helpless and saddened,
the guilt of what just happened eating away at her insides.
Why couldn’t she
tell Jon what happened with Bray?
~!~
Both Joe and Colby
noticed the demeanor in Jon had drastically changed since he came back from
having his pre-match smoke with Anisa outside.
He’d been in a great mood when he left and now the anger radiated from
every pore of his 6’4 frame while they warmed up for their match that
night. Granted, Joe knew how hard it was
for Jon to share his time with Anisa ever since she agreed to work down in NXT,
but so far he’d handled it well.
Something happened outside between them and Joe was almost afraid to
know what it was. They were brothers
though and he refused to let Jon fester in his own anger. Talking about it would help and if he had to
take a few hits in the process, so be it.
Better than going out to the ring and Jon making a fatal mistake that
could end someone’s career.
“Talk to us,
bro. What happened out there?” Joe asked
once Jon finished his last rep of pushups, one of his warmup moves and
swallowed hard at the amount of blue fire in his friend’s eyes. “Jon…”
“Don’t.” Jon warned,
his voice low and gritty, clenching his teeth tightly while beginning to pace
in the dressing room.
Joe was steadfast
though. “We’re not going out to that ring until you either calm the fuck down
or tell us what’s going on.” If he had to, Joe would lock Jon in the dressing
room and do the tag match with Colby. “You’re gonna end up making a mistake
because your head isn’t in the right place.”
No matter how much
Jon wanted to dispute Joe’s accusation, he couldn’t. The man knew him too well. “It’s Anisa.” He
admitted, finally leaning back against the cinder block wall and slid down
until he squatted in front of his brethren, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
“There’s something going on with her, but she won’t tell me what it is. She’s hiding something from me and it pisses
me the fuck off.”
Joe and Colby
understood that, but it was the large Samoan who squatted down to be eyelevel
with Jon, planting his large hand on the man’s shoulder. “What happened?” He
rumbled gently, trying to get Jon to talk about what bothered him regarding
Anisa. “And what makes you think something’s going on with her?”
“She kissed me. But it wasn’t an ordinary kiss. Something was…off about it, ya know? I can’t explain it. I just know something isn’t right with
her. It’s gotta be part of the
relationship shit or…fuck I don’t know.
I – I brought up Coralie…” Jon winced as soon as the words came out of
his mouth and Colby’s high-pitched voice echoed throughout the locker room.
“YOU WHAT?!”
“Jon…” Joe groaned,
lowering his head and shook it while Colby began ranting until he finally had
to stand up, shoving the two toned hyper man out the Shield locker room door.
“Fuck sometimes he’s annoying. Now what
the fuck were you thinking bringing a dead woman up?”
“I don’t know…” Jon
stood up as well, shoving his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants and began
lightly banging his head back against the cinder block wall. “All I DO know is
she’s pissed off at me and our relationship is on the rocks right now.”
Joe honestly didn’t
think or believe Anisa would end her relationship with Jon over him mentioning
Coralie. They loved each other too much
to let something that trivial come between them. What if Jon was overthinking and assuming
Anisa was hiding something from him?
What if it was Jon’s own fear pushing him to try to find some reason to
break things off with Anisa? All Joe
knew for sure was Jon did not act out like this for no reason. He must’ve felt something, a sense that Anisa
was in distress and reacted instinctively.
They did need to talk and the sooner the better. Right now, they had to focus on the match and
then Jon could handle his business with Anisa.
Somehow, Jon managed
to get through the segment without any mistakes and zoned into his Dean Ambrose
character fully. He hadn’t done that
since his Jon Moxley days in the Indies and it felt surprisingly
welcoming. The Shield beat down Mark
Henry, attacking him and receiving hatred from the WWE universe. That’s exactly what they wanted. They were the heels and would shoot to the
top the more heat they received. Once
backstage, Jon didn’t bother showering and went to find Anisa, only to discover
she already left to head to the airport.
Normally, he drove her after the show ended, but not this time. Jon knew at that moment he screwed up and
dejectedly headed back to the hotel alone, wishing he hadn’t brought up Coralie
to his girlfriend.
~!~
Be careful who you invite into your bed, Anisa.
What did that
mean? No matter how hard Anisa tried,
she couldn’t get Bray’s chilling words out of her head. The worst part was putting on an act in front
of the people she loved, including Jon.
Acting as if the words didn’t burn a hole through her abdomen whenever
that moment surfaced in her memory. Why
was Bray concerned about who was in her bed?
They had a one night stand and that’s all lit was to Anisa. Luckily, she was alone in Tampa currently
doing her job with NXT and did her best to push Bray in the far recesses of her
mind. She had a meeting with one of the
lead trainers, Bill Demotte, to discuss who was ready to move up to the main
roster – if any. Bill didn’t beat around
the bush and took his job very seriously, wanting every single person who
trained under him to know just how hard this business was to break into. He was fair yet brutal all in one
intimidating package and Anisa admired the man for taking on such a tedious
position.
“So Anisa, any
thoughts on the upcoming talent?” Bill asked after gabbing most of the time and
bringing her up to speed on everything happening while she was on the road. “Or
do you wanna keep shredding the napkin in your lap?”
Snapping out of her
thoughts, Anisa looked down at the napkin and felt her cheeks flush a deep
crimson, brushing the shredded pieces to the floor. “Sorry.” She murmured,
clearing her throat and gave Bill her full attention. “What did you say?”
Bill could tell
something was on Anisa’s mind because she’d been distracted ever since her
arrival. “Wanna talk about it?” He’d grown to like Anisa and thought highly of
her, especially her work ethic.
“Nothing really to
talk about. Just have a lot on my mind. Now come on, I’m sorry for not listening to
you. What did you ask me?” Bill was the
last person Anisa wanted to discuss Bray Wyatt with.
Bill heaved a
resigned sigh. “Any thoughts on the upcoming talent?” He repeated, folding his
arms in front of his chest while glasses slid down his nose slightly.
“Honestly, not very
many have caught my eye.” Anisa admitted, looking over the notes she jotted
down while on the road. “Sam Johnston comes to mind.”
“You mean Solomon?”
Bill raised a slow brow at Talent Relations Manager and leaned back in his
chair in front of Anisa’s desk. “Why him?”
Honestly, the moment
Anisa laid eyes on Sam Johnston, something about him stood out above the rest
of the NXT upcoming stars. Maybe it was
the fact he was from the Independents like Jon.
She knew he was good friends with Jon, but that wasn’t her reason for
choosing him above the others. Anisa had
watched a tape and several matches with Jon during their Switchblade Conspiracy
days, admiring the quickness and stealth he possessed in the ring. Sam had raw talent like Jon and, if the WWE
used him correctly, the man would make it big in the company, even with his
short 5’10 stature.
“Heart. You can see it every time he steps foot in
the ring and his raw talent is unshakeable.
It would be catastrophic not to give him a chance to show us what he’s
got to offer, Bill.” Anisa was never one to beat around the bush and could see
the wheels in the man’s head begin to turn.
Did he agree with her? “Other than him, I do like the Ascension and I
think they are going to be big stars too.”
Bill agreed with
that, but he was hesitant regarding Johnston. “I’ll take what you say into
consideration regarding Johnston, but I do agree about the Ascension. I expect big things from them coming up in a
few months.”
The rest of the
meeting was talking about other talents and Anisa didn’t head back to the arena
until late. Once showered and in bed,
she contemplated calling Jon because she did want to see him tomorrow. She had an early morning flight from Tampa to
Vegas and didn’t want to cancel it because of Jon’s stubbornness. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a text
message lit her cell phone up and Anisa’s heart expanded at the words.
Hope to see you tomorrow, darlin’.
Love you.
Anisa bit her bottom
lip and responded a few minutes later. Love
you too. See you around noon hopefully.
3 seconds later, Jon
called and Anisa ended up talking to him until the early morning hours, not
getting a wink of sleep. She could get
rest on the plane ride since it was a long flight from Tampa to Vegas. Jon ended up falling asleep on the phone
while she drove to the airport since it was 4 AM in Vegas and 7 AM in
Tampa. The 3 hour time difference blew,
but it also gave them more time with each other. She couldn’t wait to see Jon, to be wrapped
in his strong arms and spend the next 2 days making him believe she was fine.
If only that was
true.
Chapter 4
The sight of her
breasts bouncing up and down while riding his cock was possibly the most
beautiful sight Joe ever seen. Mia’s
long dark hair fell over her shoulders and touched just above the pert nipples
of her breasts, making him swell bigger inside of her if that was
possible. He wanted to touch her, but
Mia’s clever devious plan stopped him from taking control of their sexual bout. She teased him mercilessly, mostly with her hot
sweet mouth on his cock, but Mia had bought a few other toys Joe didn’t know
about until now. Who knew his woman was
adventurous? Not that Joe was
complaining. He groaned when she rolled
her hips again in a circular motion, breaking him out of his admiring gaze and
yanked on the handcuffs attached to the metal headboard.
“Baby girl…” His
voice held warning and the need to release, stormy greys flashing wickedly up
at her. “Don’t make me break these handcuffs…” Joe could do it, though it’d
hurt his wrists.
“Mmm show me your
power, baby…” Mia didn’t stop teasing, bouncing off of his cock before rolling
her hips again. “Break them and take me the way you want.”
Was she really
taunting him? Mia wanted to test his
strength and Joe would not let her down, eyes narrowing determinedly. The veins in his large muscular arms bulged
and his wrists strained against the metal handcuffs, gently biting into his
skin. Grey eyes locked with nearly
blackened eyes of his beautiful fiancée and within seconds, the chain from the
handcuffs snapped off the headboard. Joe
growled, finally free from his restraints and sat upright, forcefully wrapping
Mia’s legs around his waist. She gasped,
turned on by his dominance and knew the games were over. He would have her cumming in waves if he
decided to take pity on her.
“My turn.”
Once Joe positioned
where he wanted Mia, on her hands and knees with her pert backside facing him,
he gripped her hips slamming his cock back home where it belonged. Her tight warm wet sex welcomed him with open
arms and all Mia could do was dig her nails into the bedding, the sound of
flesh smacking flesh echoing around their master bedroom. What used to be Joe’s bachelor pad in Pensacola,
Florida had turned into a loving home with Mia’s taste in redecorating. Joe didn’t mind the changes, letting her be
the master of their home as long as he had full control in the bedroom. Once in a while, like tonight, Mia would
surprise him and catch him off guard, make him work for what they both
ultimately wanted. For the most part,
however, Joe was in charge and called the shots in the bedroom, which Mia
didn’t mind at all.
An hour later, Joe
finally took pity on Mia’s sweaty tired body and came hard inside of her,
filling her with his hot seed. They both
decided not to use protection because parenthood was on both of their
agendas. It was one of the many reasons
why Mia was giving up the Diva’s championship at the next pay-per-view
event. As much as she loved wrestling,
Joe was her world and Mia wanted to be a mother more than anything. The vision of Mia pregnant with his child
made Joe’s heart soar to the heavens and it definitely helped his family adored
her. They also wanted a little Joe or
Mia running around bringing more joy and expanding the Samoan Dynasty. Collapsing on the bed, Joe immediately pulled
Mia to spoon up against him and wrapped her in his strong arms, pressing soft
kisses to her shoulders.
“Are your wrists
alright, baby?” Mia asked once her breathing returned to normal along with her
heart rate, lifting one of his hands to remove the shackles from the now broken
handcuffs.
Joe chuckled at her
concern and nodded, burying his nose in her hair breathing Mia’s intoxicating
perfume in. “Never better, baby girl.” He promised, stroking her flat abdomen
with his fingers feather lightly. “Do you have any idea how eager I am to make
you my wife?”
Mia giggled in
response and turned over to lay on her back, staring up into his beautiful
greys. “I have a pretty good idea, big man.” She murmured, accepting a soft
kiss he dropped on her mouth and snuggled further into his warm body. “I can’t
wait to be your wife either and to call you my husband.” Renouncing her
heritage and being disowned by her family in order to be with the man she loved
was more than worth it. “What’s on your mind, Joe?”
The woman knew him
better than anyone and read him like a book, no matter how hard Joe tried
hiding his worries. “Did you notice anything different going on with Anisa
tonight?” He figured if there was anyone with answers, it would be Mia.
Mia sat up a little
on her elbows and frowned, shaking her head. “No, why? Did something happen to her?”
“She and Jon got
into it tonight. Apparently he thinks
she’s hiding something from him because she was…different tonight. She wasn’t herself and you know how Jon
is. He doesn’t lash out or accuse people
unless he’s 100% sure.” Joe rubbed the back of his neck, sitting up and felt
Mia shift to sit on her knees, caressing his broad back lovingly.
This was news to
Mia. Why hadn’t Anisa told her about
it? Then she remembered Anisa’s reaction
to Glen’s beat down by the Wyatt Family, Bray in particular, and her frown grew
more prominent. “All I know is Anisa was pissed off about Glen’s attack tonight. And something tells me it wasn’t scripted
either. She helped Glen to the trainer’s
room and stayed with him, I guess. I had
a match, so I couldn’t stay, but maybe Glen upset her somehow.” Mia highly
doubted it though.
Joe didn’t agree
with that either. “Hopefully they work shit out because Jon was a mess
tonight. Luckily, he pulled it together
for the match, but afterwards he went straight to the hotel and didn’t stay
behind like usual. I hope he’s alright.”
“He will be,
baby. They love each other and
everything will work out.” Mia laid back down and pulled Joe on top of her,
their mouths meeting in another heated kiss to start round 2 of lovemaking.
~!~
“So what’s going on
with Anisa?”
Krystal raised a
slow brow at Colby while she straddled him in a hot soothing bubble bath,
sliding a washcloth up his muscular chest. “I take it you heard about what
happened?” Not to mention saw the brutal beat down from the Wyatt Family to
Glen Jacobs.
“Somewhat.”
Colby still couldn’t
believe Joe tossed him out of the locker room, but it didn’t surprise him. Jon and Joe had a bond that was unbreakable
while Colby was just their friend. A
third wheel most of the time. He didn’t
mind it though. It was great Jon finally
had someone in his life he could trust that didn’t have tits and a vagina. They were brothers and Colby accepted the
bond long ago between the men he called his brethren.
“Wanna fill me in on
the rest?”
Krystal told Colby
exactly what he already knew about Anisa being worried sick over Glen. However, she had a piece of information
nobody else knew about yet. “I wasn’t gonna say anything about it, but…Bray
paid us a visit shortly after Glen was stitched up. He exchanged words with Anisa and she was
upset afterwards, but I couldn’t make out what was said.” The door had been
open, but Michael had his music on the radio up loud to drown out the noises
coming from the ongoing show while patching Glen up. “I just hope Bray isn’t
starting up with Anisa again.”
Colby had to wonder
if Jon knew about this, stroking his beard covered jaw thoughtfully. “It would
explain why Jon accused Anisa of keeping shit from him. He knew something was bothering her and he
wasn’t wrong. Why she’s keeping it from
him is beyond my comprehension, but I’m sure she has her reasons for it.”
“They’ll work it
out. Their relationship has gone through
a lot lately and I know it hasn’t been easy for them.” Krystal moved the
washcloth from his chest beneath the water until her hand came in contact with
his rock hard cock, chocolate meeting gleaming hazel. “Talk to Jon about it
tomorrow, but right now I want your focus on me.”
Ever since Krystal
and Colby became a full-fledged couple, she had come out of her shell little by
little, showing a different side to the two toned haired man. “Mmm someone
needing a little attention?” He grunted, sitting further upright in the tub and
brushed his cock against her already dripping sex beneath the water.
“Mmm yes…” Krystal
captured his mouth in a passionate kiss and broke it with a gasp of surprise,
feeling Colby fill her body to complete capacity. “Oh Colby…”
“Krys…” He growled
in response, engulfing one of her already erect nipples in his mouth and
swirled it around with his tongue, scratching it lightly with his teeth.
“Goddamn you feel good wrapped around me, sweetheart…”
“Fuck me, Colby – I
need it…” Krystal whimpered, stretching to accommodate his massive size and
gasped when he lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her legs around his waist.
While still inside
of her pulsating, Colby planted Krystal on the bathroom sink and proceeded to
give her what they both craved, clinging to each other for dear life.
~!~
Anisa wasn’t
surprised to see Jon waiting for her when she landed in Vegas later that
day. The flight was longer than she
thought and she didn’t realize she had a layover in Houston, Texas on the
way. She didn’t run to him like usual
and instead walked, still hesitant since the last time they saw each other was
nothing more than an argument. Jon
didn’t blame her for being hesitant; he was the same way, but someone had to
make the first move and he’d never backed down from a challenge. Tears glistened in Anisa’s eyes once she
stood in front of Jon and he enveloped her into his arms, her face burying in
his t-shirt covered chest.
“I love you.” She
whispered loud enough for him to hear, clutching the material of his shirt in
her hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,
darlin’, please.” Jon pleaded, pulling back enough to stare down in her watery
eyes and kissed away every tear that fell. “There’s no need for it. I was a dick to you for no reason.” Though it
still bothered him Anisa didn’t come clean about whatever was bugging her.
In that moment,
Anisa contemplated telling Jon about Bray and thought better of it. They were just words. All Bray was trying to do was destroy her
with mind games and it wasn’t going to work.
Had he forgotten she’d been married to one of the most manipulative
master of mind games in the world? Mark
Calaway could make anyone go insane if he really wanted to, so Bray had a long
way to go if he planned on getting under Anisa’s skin. Being with Jon was all she cared about and
Anisa wanted to spend the next few days off with him making love and enjoying
their alone time.
Once back at the
condo, Anisa ordered Jon to go take a shower while she made lunch for
them. They would eat and then maybe
watch a movie or something, if Jon allowed it to get that far. Jon tried convincing her to join him, but
Anisa was starving and she knew he had to be as well. They had plenty of time to shower
together. Lunch consisted of chicken
salad sandwiches and Lays potato chips with cold lemonade for Anisa and a beer
for Jon. She wasn’t in the mood to drink
alcohol and lemonade sounded good for some reason, even adding a few
strawberries to it for more flavor. They
snuggled together on the couch and turned on ‘Me, Myself & Irene’ – one of
their favorites. Halfway through, Jon
couldn’t hold back any longer and asked Anisa a question, pulling her attention
away from the movie long enough to capture her mouth. The kiss turned heated quickly and both shed
their clothes, the movie long forgotten with their focus solely on each other.
“Jon…” Anisa
breathed, his sinful lips trailing down her jaw to her shoulder while rubbing
her quivering pussy with his long nimble fingers, pinning her body to the
couch. “Lose control, baby please…”
“Anything can happen
to you if I let myself go, Ani.” Jon warned in a low gritty voice full of huskiness
and need, his lips still devouring her neck before moving to the other side.
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
Pulling back, Anisa
cupped his face in her hands and forced their eyes to meet – two shades of blue
swirling together in a pool of lust and desire. “Yes. I trust you.
Now let go with me.”
For the rest of the
day and majority of the night, Jon did exactly what Anisa wanted, giving her
everything he had to offer. By the time
they stopped, it was the early morning hours and Jon was passed out in bed
while Anisa lay beside him staring up at the ceiling. As worn out and tired as she was, Anisa
couldn’t sleep for some reason. Her cell
phone lighting up on the nightstand buzzing pulled Anisa’s gaze from the
ceiling and she reached over Jon to grab it.
He was out cold and wouldn’t be up for several hours, possibly not until
after noon. Slipping from the bed, Anisa
stepped out on the balcony and shut the doors behind her, quickly pulling a
silk short sleeved mid-thigh black robe on to hide her nude body. The cool silk felt wonderful against her
skin, but Anisa couldn’t fully enjoy it because of the name flashing on her
caller ID.
Bray
What the hell did he
want now? How did he get her
number? Anisa hadn’t remembered giving
him her number even when they had their one night of passion together. God she really regretted doing that because
now Bray had a lot of blackmail on her.
Jon knew about their night together, but refused to hear any of the
details. Anisa frowned when the cell
phone vibrated in her hand again and she flipped it open, gritting her teeth
angrily while holding it up to her ear.
Bray’s laughter
echoed through it. “Glen is the first of many sheep to be slaughtered.” His
voice sounded wistful and soft, the sound sending shivers throughout Anisa’s
body. She wasn’t sure if it was from
desire or fear, maybe a mixture of both. “Watch yourself.”
“Why are you doing
this to me? Why can’t you leave me
alone?” Anisa hated the desperation in her voice, but this was getting out of
hand now. First the arena and now he was
calling her personal cell phone. “How the hell did you get my number anyway?”
He ignored her
question. “I don’t want you getting hurt in the crossfire, Anisa. I will do what I can to protect you, but you
need to watch yourself.”
“What does that even
mean? I don’t understand…” She was tired
of his riddles and could feel her blood start to boil. “Stop playing games with
me, Bray. I’m done with you. Move on and forget you know me. Forget about everything that happened between
us. I love Jon, not you. Lose my number before you lose your career.”
Hanging up the phone
abruptly, Anisa had to set it down so she didn’t toss it over the balcony and
let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, knowing sleep would definitely evade
her after that ominous phone call.
Chapter 5
Helpless.
That’s the only word
Jon could think of to describe how he felt.
Lost also came to mind. Over the
next several weeks, something had changed with Anisa and he couldn’t figure it
out. He was out of options and tired of
being left in the dark from whatever was bothering the woman he loved. Anisa became withdrawn and quiet, hardly
sleeping at night. Pretending to sleep
had become a way of life for Jon because Anisa would sneak out of bed after
thinking he was asleep and stay up most of the night. The loss of sleep was evident from dark
circles marring her midnight blues and no amount of makeup used hid them. It broke Jon’s heart to see Anisa up night
after night, even when they were in Vegas alone. Surprisingly, the sex hadn’t dwindled between
them and that didn’t tire her out either.
The only time Anisa slept was a few minutes ago, only because her body
had physically given out from exhaustion.
Jon came back from his match with Joe and Colby to the Shield locker
room and found her fast asleep on the couch.
Enough was enough.
Jon had left the
locker room abruptly, ignoring Joe’s silent protests. They were all quiet not wanting to disturb
Anisa’s rest. He was out of options and
knew there was only one person to talk to about Anisa’s recent behavior. It was going behind Anisa’s back in a way,
but Jon didn’t know what else to do. He
just needed answers, some kind of sign to let him know everything would be alright. Losing Anisa was not an option and if Jon had
to get tough with her, he would do it.
He loved her that much, more than anyone on the planet. One way or another, whether Anisa liked it or
not, Jon would find answers and help her through whatever was bothering
her. And if it was a specific person,
Jon would rip their heart out and stuff it down their throat for causing his
woman so much distress.
Stopping outside the
door, Jon hesitantly brought his hand up and knocked, hearing a muttered ‘come
in’ a few seconds later. He pushed the
door open and stopped at the sight of not only Philip Brooks on the phone with
someone, but Mia and Krystal were there too.
They both had identical worried looks on their faces just like Jon and
he heaved a sigh, knowing they had to be here for the same reason he was. Anisa.
Why did the woman have to be so stubborn? Surely he assumed Anisa had talked to Mia,
her best friend, and possibly Krystal, but judging by their expressions that
wasn’t the case. Mia frowned, walking
over to Jon and placed a hand on his upper arm, cracking a small smile that
didn’t touch her dark eyes.
“Who’s he on the
phone with?” Jon quietly asked, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“Melanie.” The smile
grew more genuine as soon as Mia mentioned the brilliant lawyer who helped Jon
out of a sticky situation with his now ex-wife. “She’s really been a godsend to
him ever since…”
Jon cleared his
throat, stopping Mia from saying the name and merely nodded. “Right.” His eyes
moved to Krystal before returning to Mia. “What are you two doing here?”
Krystal joined them
while Phil continued his phone conversation. “The same reason you are, I
presume. We’re just as worried about
Anisa as you are, Jon. So what’s going
on?”
Jon explained to
them about Anisa’s insomnia problem lately and refusing to talk to him about
it. “Every time I bring it up and ask her what’s bothering her, she either
changes the subject or we have sex.” He tore a hand through his slightly damp
dishwater blonde curls and shook his head. “I’m ready to give up and I’ve never
felt like that before.”
Both Mia and Krystal
shared a concerned look at that confession. “Don’t give up on her, Jon. Please.
I know it’s hard right now, but something is going on and we need to
figure out what it is since she won’t tell us.
I’m sure Phil will have an idea.
He is her brother after all.” Mia reasoned, reaching down to squeeze his
hand in a purely platonic way.
“I hope so.” Phil
was Jon’s last hope to crack the Anisa mystery and if he couldn’t do it, their
relationship would have to end. “He needs to get off the fucking phone
already. We don’t have time for this.”
“Make time.” Krystal
stated, planting her hands on her hips. “If you love Anisa as much as you
claim, you’ll wait as long as it takes for Phil to end his call. And you WON’T interrupt him either.” Oh yes,
she had definitely come out of her shell ever since dating Colby.
10 minutes later,
Phil finally ended his call with Melanie, promising to see her on his days off
that week and turned to face the people in his dressing room. “What is this
grand central station?” He popped off, sitting down on the bench to start
taping his hands up. “What brings you 3 in here?”
“We need to talk to
you.”
“It’s about Anisa.”
Phil’s head snapped
up to first look at Krystal and then Mia, setting the roll of white tape on the
bench. “What about my sister?” His hazel eyes finally looked at Jon and
immediately stood up, squaring his shoulders. “What the hell happened?”
“We don’t know.” Jon
replied before the girls could, pushing them behind him protectively in case
Phil lashed out for some reason. “Your sister is acting strange lately. She’s had bad insomnia ever since Glen was
attacked by those damn Wyatt’s for their debut.
Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed anything different about her? Because that’s bullshit!”
“Jon! Calm down now.” Mia ordered, stepping in
front of the hothead her best friend was in love with and shook her head.
“Phil, ignore him. He’s upset and
doesn’t know what to do about Anisa.”
It was a good thing
Phil hadn’t been the only one noticing an abrupt change in his sister’s
behavior lately. “I’m not a hothead like him.” He assured Mia and scrubbed a
hand down his face, beginning to pace a little. “You’re not wrong about my
sister either. I’ve also noticed
it. I tried talking to her about what
was going on, but she won’t and it’s pissing me off. She hasn’t talked to any of you?” It
surprised him about Mia, but not Krystal and Jon.
“If she had, do you
think we’d come to you for answers?” Jon retorted, ignoring Mia and Krystal’s
warning looks and kept his eyes on Phil. “Do YOU know something we don’t?”
“Unfortunately
not. Wish I did. But I do have a hunch.”
“Which is?”
“I’ll give you 3
guesses and the first 2 don’t count.”
Mia groaned,
slumping down on the bench and buried her head in her hands. “No…” Could it be?
“Not again…”
“Well what are the
guesses because I’m clueless?” Krystal hadn’t known the group nearly as long as
Phil and Mia. Jon looked flabbergasted
too, so at least she wasn’t alone.
“Who else would come
after her?” Phil remarked, a hint of anger lacing his voice.
It took Jon 3
seconds to cotton onto what Phil said and his pale blues suddenly erupted in
fire. “That mother fucker…”
“I don’t know if it
is him for sure though. But he’s the
first and right now only suspect behind Anisa’s behavior.” Phil had talked to
Melanie about it and they both came to the same conclusion.
“Why can’t he just
leave her alone?” Mia mumbled, clenching her fists tightly in front of her
while resting them on her lap. “I don’t understand…”
“Because he’s a
psychotic dickhead who doesn’t know what rejection is.” Jon growled, not
believing he hadn’t figured this out sooner.
It was time for
Krystal to come clean about what she knew. “There may be a second suspect, but
I’m not sure.” Why didn’t she eavesdrop on Bray and Anisa’s conversation a few
weeks ago when all this began?
All eyes were on
Krystal now. “What do you mean?” Phil demanded, noticing the hesitation fill
her hazel eyes. “Do you know something we don’t? If it’s not asshole, then who’s been screwing
with her?”
“Don’t kill the
messenger.” Krystal held her hands up defensively. “I – I didn’t think anything
of it until now…and…”
“Just spit it out
woman, fuck!” Jon snapped, fighting the urge to wrap his hands around Krystal’s
neck because she’d reverted back to her shy self.
If Jon didn’t keep
his mouth shut, Phil would deliver a GTS and knock him out. “Krystal, calm down
nobody is going to hurt you or blame you for this. But if you know something, anything that will
help my sister, you need to come clean.”
Krystal swallowed
hard and felt Mia take her hand, silently giving her the courage she needed.
“When Glen got attacked and was brought to the trainer’s room a few weeks ago,
Anisa came with him. She was scared he
was really hurt from what the Wyatt Family did.
And…”
“Go on sweetie,
we’re all on your side.” Mia coaxed, rubbing Krystal’s arm up and down
soothingly to try calming her friend down.
She was shaking like a leaf. “What happened?”
“Bray showed up and
exchanged words with Anisa. Don’t ask me
what was said because I couldn’t hear what they said to each other. But Anisa was upset and Bray just walked away
from her. So I don’t know if that’s the
reason her behavior and attitude has changed or not, but…she was really upset
over what happened.” Krystal admitted, explaining the best she could the same
way she did with Colby. “I’m sorry. I
should’ve said something sooner…”
Considering what
transpired between Bray and Anisa months ago, Phil couldn’t count him out as a
suspect. The man was quiet and kept to
himself mostly, but Anisa had tried being his friend. Jon didn’t like it, but respected her wishes
and Phil appreciated that. What if Bray
was behind this? Phil refused to count
his ex-brother-in-law out of the picture though because that’s how crafty Mark
Calaway was. The moment they didn’t
suspect him anymore, that’s when he’d strike and blow them all away.
“We need to do some
investigating.” Phil broke the silence a few minutes later, each person in
their own thoughts about the situation. “It may be Bray, but I’m sticking with
my gut instinct. Mark has fucked with
her so many times since their divorce.
Mia, I need you to keep your eyes and ears open around the locker room
since you’re still part of the roster.
Find out what you can. Ask around
and see if anyone has noticed Bray fucking with her.” She was a top Diva in the
company currently and he wasn’t surprised to see the beautiful Indian woman he
thought of as a sister comply with his request. “Same with you, Krystal, but be
careful who you ask. You don’t know who
to trust in this company outside of our circle.”
Krystal nodded in
understanding. “Got it and I will. I’ll
ask Michael to keep his eyes and ears open too.” They trusted the trainer with
their lives, literally, on a daily basis and Michael would never betray anyone.
“I’m gonna call down
to the Performance Center in Tampa and talk to Bill Demotte. He’s been working closely with Anisa lately
and maybe he’s seen something we haven’t.” Phil already planned on taking a
trip to Tampa because he didn’t want to have this type of conversation over the
phone.
“So what the fuck am
I supposed to do?” Jon hated being left out of the mix considering this was his
girlfriend.
“First off, you need
to get your head out of your ass and stop saying you’re gonna leave my sister
if she doesn’t start talking about what’s bothering her. She doesn’t need that kind of mental
destruction right now. You need to keep
a close eye on her and be there for anything she needs. Let us handle the investigating and if we
find anything out, we’ll let you know.” Phil laid down the law to Jon and
folded his arms in front of his chest, eyes narrowed. “I won’t hesitate to beat
your ass if you hurt her and you know it.
If you love her and want to be with her, stop being an asshole and start
being the person she needs.”
Jon had no response
to that lecture and simply stalked out of Phil’s locker room, knowing deep down
the man was right. He was pushing Anisa
further away by constantly asking her if she was alright. She was alive and breathing – wasn’t that enough? If Mark was screwing with her again, Jon
would make sure he didn’t live much longer.
The only way to get rid of Mark Calaway was to kill him and Jon wanted
to be the one to deliver the death blow.
He stopped at the sight of Joe and Colby standing outside of the Shield
dressing room, holding his hand up before they could start bombarding him with
questions.
“Mia and Krystal
were there before I was. We have a game
plan, boys.”
“Who does Phil think
is fucking with Anisa then?” Joe had to ask, not surprised Mia and Krystal had
been in Phil’s locker room to discuss this situation.
“Who do you think?”
Jon rolled his eyes and had to clench his fists tightly to keep from drilling
the in the nearest wall. “That mother fucker is at it again. And I found out Bray may be screwing with her
too.”
Now Colby looked
sheepish and guilty. “I take it Krys told you what happened.”
“You knew?” Jon
grabbing Colby by the straps of his vest and slammed him against the wall, blue
fire in his eyes. “What the fuck man?”
Colby blinked, not
expecting Jon to lash out at him and felt Joe pull Jon away, trying to regulate
his heartbeat again. “It’s not my fucking place to tell you what your woman is
doing, asshole! Why don’t you keep a
tighter leash on her if you don’t want her talking to other guys?”
“Enough Colby.” Joe
ordered gravely, holding Jon back as much as he could, but the man was stronger
than people realized. “Jon, chill out and calm down. It’s not Colby’s fault. It’s not Anisa’s fault. We’ll figure out what’s going on, but you
need to get that temper in check before you do something stupid. You got me, bro?”
Another
lecture. Jon was tired of hearing people
tell him what to do and stalked past Joe inside the Shield locker room. Anisa still slept angelically on the couch,
her chest rising and falling evenly.
Walking over to her, Jon squatted down and brushed a strand of honey
blonde hair from her cheek before softly kissing her.
“Just let me in,
Ani.” He whispered pleadingly, pressing his forehead to her chest and breathed
in her scent, hoping their relationship was strong enough to handle another
Mark Calaway obstacle.
Chapter 6
While Jon
orchestrated his plan with Phil, Mia and Krystal, Anisa sat in Randy Orton’s
dressing with 4 month pregnant Ryanne.
She looked adorable in the sleeveless blue and white striped dress that
went to her knees. Her feet were swollen
and currently elevated on the couch Randy asked the bosses to set up for her
during traveling. If it was just him, he
didn’t care for a couch, but Ryanne had to be as comfortable as possible since
she refused to stay cooped up at the hotels while he worked. She was adamant about being with her husband
and spending time with him, making a valid point that once the baby was born,
it would no longer be just the two of them.
They would be responsible for another life and all of their time would
be devoted to the baby. Ryanne was just
past 20 weeks and couldn’t wait to find out what the sex of their baby was so
she could start finding décor for the nursery at home.
“The baby shower is
going to be spectacular too!” Ryanne gushed, unable to stop and felt tears fill
her eyes at the thought of how fast everything changed in the past 4 months. “I
can’t believe I’m going to be a mother.”
“Do you have a theme
for the baby shower yet?” Anisa asked, trying her best to push what happened
with Bray lately in the back of her mind until she was completely alone.
Ryanne noticed the
change in Anisa along with everyone else, but she was smart enough to keep her
personal opinions to herself. “Actually, since we’re finding out the sex of the
baby, we have two picked out – one for each gender.”
Raising a brow, it
was clear how much thought and planning Ryanne put into her first baby
shower. The woman had tried for years to
get pregnant and always wanted to be a mother.
She was one of those little girls with the perfect childhood, great
parents and always dreaming of having a mini-Ryanne. Playing house and always being the mother
with her friends, dressing up her Barbie dolls putting them in a family and
watching any G rated movie dealing with families. The thought disgusted Anisa personally, but
she wouldn’t say that to Ryanne because they were great friends. Honestly, the subject of Ryanne’s pregnancy
and upcoming baby shower was just the distraction Anisa needed.
“So at first we were
gonna do either all blue or all pink, but I thought that was far too cliché and
Randy did too. So instead,” Ryanne
paused briefly, setting down the pictures she printed from the internet in
front of Anisa with a grin. “We’re having a formal black and white baby shower
event with either different colors of blues or pinks, depending on the sex of
course.” She clasped her hands together tightly with sparkling emerald eyes.
“Anisa, I’m so excited for this and haven’t felt this happy in a LONG
time. This baby, this beautiful life
growing inside of me, is the answer to all of my prayers. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve
fantasized about this moment in my life and it’s finally happening!”
The phony smile on
Anisa’s face was starting to make her cheeks throb. Anisa reached out and took Ryanne’s hand,
giving it a gentle squeeze to gain her attention. “Sweetie, you know I couldn’t
be happier for you both and that’s a great idea. But you do realize in order to make your
childhood dream come true, you will have unbearable pain to endure, right?”
Anisa didn’t want to burst Ryanne’s happy pregnancy bubble, but she really
hoped the woman was prepared for what would inevitably happen.
That question didn’t
faze Ryanne in the slightest and she grabbed Anisa’s other hand, nodding
excitedly. “I’m ready for it. This is
why the female body was created, Anisa, don’t you understand that? We were put on this earth to fall in love,
marry the love of our lives and have their babies. I know the pain that’s coming will be bad and
probably the worst I’ll ever feel in my life, but…it’s worth it. Every painful second will be worth the
outcome when I give birth to our beautiful baby and I can only pray he or she
has Randy’s eyes.” They were her favorite part on her husband’s body.
Anisa couldn’t help
admiring Ryanne for not only her bravery, but the amount of pure truth in each
word she said. “You really are willing and ready for the pain, aren’t you?” It
was more of a statement than a question, rhetorical at best.
“I’m not
scared. I can’t wait to feel the first
contraction actually. Because it’ll be
one step closer to holding the amazing being we created together.” Ryanne
lowered her eyes to the slightly protruding 4 month pregnant belly and caressed
it lovingly, tears stinging her eyes. “Do you know what I fear most, Anisa?”
She didn’t miss the
crack in Ryanne’s voice. “No, what?”
Ryanne lifted her
gaze to meet Anisa’s again as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, but the
smile never faltered. “I’m scared something bad is going to happen with this
pregnancy. It’s a miracle I got pregnant
and I’ve been doing everything right. Eating,
resting as much as I can, going to my appointments, taking my prenatal
vitamins, exercising without overdoing it, reading every book known to man out
there about pregnancy, putting a special cream on my stomach so I don’t gain
stretch marks, eliminating all stress from my life – anything you can imagine
I’ve done. But what if it’s not
enough? What if my baby is born with a
disability? Not that I wouldn’t love he
or she because I would, but I just hope and pray for a healthy baby. I don’t care what the gender he or she is as
long nothing bad happens.”
It was obvious Ryanne
had kept these worries bottled up inside for a while and more than likely
hadn’t talked to Randy about them. “You haven’t told Randy any of this, have
you?” Again, rhetorical.
“How can I?” Ryanne
croaked out, accepting a tissue Anisa handed her and wiped her eyes before
blowing her nose, sniffling. “As happy and excited as I am, I have fears and I
know he’s already stressed out enough about work. I don’t want to add my fears to his plate and
have him worried about me. He needs to
focus on work so he doesn’t make a mistake in the ring. The last thing we both need is him ending up
in the hospital because of a mistake that could be easily avoided as long as I
keep my mouth shut.”
“Come here, Ry.”
Anisa wrapped an arm
around her friend’s shoulder and let the hormones overtake her, tears soaking
through the shirt part covering her shoulder.
That didn’t matter though. Anything
to help Ryanne calm down because her pregnancy was already high risk and crying
would elevate her already high blood pressure.
Ryanne explained everything before going over the baby shower
arrangements and décor ideas. This was
what Ryanne really needed though.
Someone to vent her frustrations and fears too because she was too
scared to tell her husband how she felt.
Not that Randy wouldn’t understand, but Ryanne was more concerned about
his career and Anisa couldn’t blame her.
“Listen, this didn’t
happen – this pregnancy – it’s miraculous and should be the best time of your
life and marriage. Don’t let ‘what ifs’
get in the way of what makes you happy, sweetie.” Anisa rubbed Ryanne’s back
soothingly while she spoke, hoping her words sent positive vibes through the
woman and made her realize how silly she was being. “Stop worrying about what
might happen and look at what you have in front of you.”
Ryanne pulled back
to look up at Anisa and nodded, clearing her throat while wiping tears away.
“Thank you, Anisa.” She murmured softly, taking a few deep breaths to calm down
more and leaned back against the couch, her hand once again resting on her
stomach. “Now that I got it out of my system, I think I’ll be okay now. And I’ll talk to Randy, just not while we’re
on the road.”
“Good, you need to
because he’s probably just as scared as you are. Men don’t express themselves openly like
women do.” Anisa started thinking about Bray again and the tension she felt
with Jon lately, immediately picking up the pictures of the black filigree
design Ryanne had in mind to use along with white for her baby shower. “So, are
you having balloons? And I better get an
invite.”
“Oh!” Ryanne’s eyes
shot open and she sat upright on the couch, mouth agape. A few seconds later, she gasped again. “Oh
my!”
“What is it? Are you okay?” Panic entered Anisa’s voice
until Ryanne took her hand and placed it on her stomach. “What…?”
“Shh just wait for
it.” Ryanne held her hand up to silence Anisa from saying another word and
closed her eyes when the exhilarating feeling swept through her again. “Did you
feel it?”
Now Anisa’s eyes
were wide, midnight blue full of wonder. “Is that…?”
“Yes!” Ryanne
couldn’t hold her excitement in any longer, the squeal resonating around the
dressing room. “He or she moved – and you got to experience it with me!” Part
of her was sad Randy missed the first movement of their baby growing inside of
her, but Ryanne had to prepare for him to miss a lot of firsts with his job.
It truly was an
incredible feeling, one that Anisa wondered briefly if she would ever experience. Then again, motherhood wasn’t in her plans or
on the agenda anytime soon. “Yeah it is.
What does it feel like?” Her curiosity was peaked off the charts after
feeling Ryanne’s baby move against her hand.
“Honestly? Bubbles!
It feels like bubbles.”
Giggling, Ryanne was
once again in her happy pregnant mood and started gushing about the baby shower
once again. An hour later, Anisa
couldn’t handle the baby talk anymore and said goodbye to Ryanne, walking out
of Randy’s locker room letting out a huge breath. She loved Ryanne, but the woman was very
hormonal and emotions jumping all over the place didn’t set well with
Anisa. Now that she was walking the
hallways of the arena alone, Bray once again infiltrated her mind. She frowned, suddenly needing a cigarette and
headed straight for the exit, walking as fast as she could without actually
running.
Her destination
wasn’t without a roadblock, however.
Hands shot out to stop Anisa from slamming into a strong muscular chest
and a semi-high pitched voice speaking made Anisa realize who it was. “Sorry
Colby.” She mumbled, stepping back to look in his chocolate eyes.
“No harm done.”
Colby smiled in spite of the distracted woman of Jon’s standing in front of
him. “Where’s the fire?”
“I – I was heading
outside for some air. Had a little too
much baby talk from Ryanne and need to clear my head.” Maybe using a pregnant
woman as an excuse was a bad idea, but Anisa promised not to tell anyone what
was going on with Bray.
Colby didn’t buy it
for a second and extended his arm, smiling. “You know what? A trip outside sounds great. Come on, I’ll walk with you.” He offered,
both of them turning to head down the hallway toward the exit. “So, are you
alright?”
“Yeah I’m fine,
why?” Anisa replied nonchalantly, not minding taking a stroll with Colby
considering they didn’t hang out nearly as much as she and Joe did. Jon was closer to him than Colby.
“Just asking, being
a good brother and all that since you are dating one of my bros.” Colby
chuckled, but the amount of worry in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. He was genuinely concerned for her and Jon
because they were both like family to him. “Look, I know you don’t wanna talk
to anyone about whatever is bothering you, but…”
Anisa stopped him
immediately, unlinking their arms. “There’s nothing going on with me. I don’t know why all of you are assuming
something’s wrong. Do you WANT there to
be? Because seriously, you should be
more concerned about your girlfriend and why she refuses to move in with you. And Joe needs to be worried about his
upcoming wedding to my best friend. And
Ryanne – dear god Ryanne and Randy need to worry about their baby and just talk
to each other about their feelings! All
of you need to worry about your own damn lives and stop sticking your noses in
business that’s not yours!” She hadn’t meant to snap at Colby, but it was all
the pent up frustration regarding Bray that had Anisa on edge.
“Fine, we’ll do
that, but you need to take your own advice, Anisa. Jon loves you and you know that’s not easy
for him to admit to anyone. His
childhood was shit and he hasn’t had a lot of love in his life. And then he met you and it all changed, even
with you being the sister of Punk. He
doesn’t give a fuck because that’s how much he loves you. So think about that and start showing him you
love him before he walks away from you.
And when that happens, you’ll have nobody to blame except yourself.”
Colby kept to himself for the most part backstage, but the amount of hurt and
heartache this woman caused Jon lately was uncalled for. “The lying has to
stop, Anisa.”
Anger flashed
through her cool midnight eyes and before Anisa could stop herself, her hand
connected with the side of Colby’s face.
His left cheek to be more precise. “No wonder Krystal doesn’t want to
move in with you. You don’t know when to
shut the fuck up, Lopez. Do us both a
favor and stop trying to play the hero because we both know you’re full of
shit. If you EVER speak to me the way
you just did a moment ago, I won’t hesitate to lodge your balls up in your
throat PERMANENTLY. And I can do it, all
you have to do is test me.”
Rubbing his cheek,
all Colby could do was watch an irate Anisa stalk away from him down the
hallway outside. What was he thinking
questioning her about Jon? Demanding
answers to a situation that was none of his business. That was a mistake and something told Colby
he would pay for it because Krystal did not condone her friends being messed
with. They talked about Anisa and Jon
frequently over the past couple of weeks since the Wyatt Family debuted and he
had promised not to confront Anisa. Well
that promise was blown and now Colby didn’t know what to do. Shaking his head sadly, he turned and headed
back to the Shield locker room, leaving Anisa alone like she wanted.
Piercing eyes
watched the scene unfold and a smirk curved his mouth when Anisa struck the
youngest member of the Shield. She had
fire and he had sparked it inside of her.
It seemed as though Colby Lopez didn’t know when to leave well enough
alone though. The man had upset Anisa
and that couldn’t be tolerated. He was
the only one to get under her skin.
Whipping his cell phone out, the call was made and he hung up seconds
later, a low chuckle resonating around the empty hallway.
Things were about to
get interesting.
Chapter 7
“Phil…oh harder,
baby please…”
Melanie’s moans
didn’t fall on deaf ears while Phil continuously powered in and out of her
receptive body, feeling her warm wet juices coating his pulsating cock. They were both in desperate need of each
other after spending a week apart. Phil
didn’t know what it was about the beautiful lawyer that attracted him so
much. At first, Phil began using Melanie
as a distraction from Coralie’s death and convinced himself he had zero
feelings. He was numb from head to toe
and had needs to be fulfilled by Melanie.
Her sparkling sincere brown eyes or witty personality had no effect on
him whatsoever. All Phil wanted was her
pussy and to use her body for his own gain…or so he tried convincing himself of
those feelings.
There was a point
where Melanie tried stopping seeing Phil and cut ties with him to move on with
her life. This was before she picked up
her practice and moved to Chicago. Phil
had shown up at her tightly secured apartment building in New York City just
shy of 2 months since Coralie’s death.
The moment she opened the door and saw tears rushing down Phil’s face,
Melanie didn’t have the heart to shut him out.
Instead, she drew him against her and let Phil cry on her shoulder,
stroking his short dark hair in her doorway.
He apologized for treating her like a piece of ass when she was so much
than that to him. Phil admitted he tried
convincing himself otherwise about Melanie because of the deep gut-wrenching
guilt he felt over Coralie’s death. All
Melanie did was cup his face in her soft hands, kissed him softly on the lips
and promised to help him through this painful time in his life, no matter what.
It’d been a month
since that happened and Phil had completely changed his way of thinking. There were times he still bolted upright in
bed in the middle of the night crying out Coralie’s name, but it didn’t bother
Melanie. For the past month, Phil told
her all about Coralie – from the time they met up until their relationship
ending all because he thought she’d been cheating on him. And he never had the chance to make amends
with her, to fix it. Melanie’s heart
broke because she couldn’t imagine dying the horrific way Coralie did. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind how much
Phil talked about his dead ex-girlfriend.
Phil only mentioned something about Coralie whenever his eye caught
something that reminded him of her. For
the most part, he tried watching how much he mentioned Coralie around Melanie
because he really did care a great deal for her.
Sliding his strong
tattooed hands up her slender bare stomach and ribcage, Phil cupped both her
breasts before tweaking her nipples. “Goddamn, I’m close, Mel…” He grunted in
her ear, knowing this was wrong to do where they were, but he was powerless.
“You gonna cum all over my dick, beautiful?”
“Y-Yes!!” Melanie
was completely breathless, but somehow met Phil for every quick thrust, her
backside bouncing off his pelvis harshly, but neither cared. “P-Phil, oh fuck!”
Locking her hands
around his neck by entwining her fingers, Melanie arched her body until the top
of her head pressed against his chest, their eyes locking. Yoga did wonders for Melanie. The woman could bend in ways Phil could only
dream of and he’d had sex with her in several of them, but this one was
new. Somehow, she managed to keep her
lower half where it was so his dick didn’t slip out while her upper body bent
in a backwards bridge. All the while
never releasing his neck and now her fingers gripped his hair, forcing Phil to
growl out animalistically. He suddenly
pulled away from her long enough to whip her body around, lift her by planting
his hands on her backside and lifted Melanie to where her legs wrapped around
his waist. Within seconds, Phil slid
right back home where he belonged and slammed her against the wall, not hard
enough to hurt her. The last thing he
wanted to do was cause Melanie a concussion from their rough screwing.
“Do you have any
idea what twisting and bending your beautiful body does to me?” Phil demanded
in her ear, lacing their fingers together to hold captive above her head and
nipped the soft lobe.
Melanie smirked,
squeezing her fingers with his while he plummeted in and out of her, forcing
her world to spin off its axel. “I can show you a different position if you
want.”
Her offer was
enticing, but given the circumstances they had exactly 2 minutes before someone
came busting the door down. “Later. Now
cum for me.” It was an order from his rough lowered husky voice and Melanie
could already feel herself shattering against him.
To silence her
screams, Phil covered her mouth with his in an explosive kiss while they came
together intensely, both of their bodies shuddering against each other. Phil held her close to him after they
finished, sliding his fingers through her beautiful brunette hair. He loved the red highlights she kept in it
and the smell of her shampoo was intoxicating.
Apricot. It was strange and
exotic at the same time. Melanie slowly
pulled back from resting her head on his shoulder and looked up in his hazel
eyes, reaching up to stroke his face with the back of her hand. She missed him so much this past week and
couldn’t wait to go back to Chicago for his few days off. Little did Melanie know Phil had something
more important to do on those days.
“I take it someone
missed me?” Melanie half-joked, trying to ease the tension between them a
little while both came down from their sexual high.
“Always, you should
know that by now.” Phil retorted and carefully set Melanie on her feet in front
of him, sweeping her clothes off the floor to hand to her. “We should hurry up
and dress before someone barges in.”
Melanie understood,
not wasting a second and had her clothes on within a minute while Phil opted
for his wrestling tights. She was proud
of him for coming back to the WWE and doing what he loved most –
wrestling. There was no greater love in
his life than the world of professional wrestling and she accepted that just
like he accepted her love of being a lawyer.
Admittedly, Melanie was the one who convinced Phil to go back to the WWE
shortly after he showed up at her apartment building crying. They spent a straight week in her apartment
just talking and eventually it lead to them naked in her bed. Still in Melanie’s defense, she held out as
long as she could, but the heart ultimately won out.
“So, I wanted to run
something by you.”
Looking up at Phil,
Melanie could only imagine what kind of ideas ran through Phil’s mind. “Okay…”
She tried not to sound skeptical and failed miserably. “What’s going on?”
Phil sat down on the
bench beside her and continued wrapping his hands in white tape. “It’s about
Anisa…”
Now he had her full
undivided attention. “What’s wrong with her?” Her soft voice had changed to her
‘lawyer’ tone as Phil called it a few times.
He heaved a sigh and
shook his head, ripping the tape away from the roll with his teeth. “I don’t
know, but…Jon, Mia and Krystal came to me worried about her the other day.”
It’d been a week actually, but Melanie didn’t need to know all the details. “I
think – no I know – Calaway is fucking with her again.” Anger laced his tone as
soon as Phil spouted the dick’s name.
Melanie reached out
to touch his arm and Phil didn’t pull away, her touch instantly calming him
back down. “Why do you think it’s him?”
“Who else would fuck
with my sister? There’s something wrong
with her, Mel. I’ve tried talking to her
about it, but every time I bring it up, she changes the subject. But I can tell there’s something not right
with her and so can everyone else around her.
I need to help her, but I don’t know how.” Phil was beyond frustrated at
this point because his plan of going down to the Performance Center was looking
bleak due to Bill Demotte not knowing how to return someone’s phone call.
“Phil…” Melanie
snapped her mouth shut when his cell phone began ringing and blinked at how
fast he sprinted forward to snatch it from the open locker.
“Punk.” It was
always his greeting whenever answering the phone.
“Hey Punk, Bill
Demotte returning your phone calls.” He had at least 20 of them or more. “Sorry
it took so long, just been busy with the young bucks training and whatnot. What can I do for you?”
Coming out and
telling Bill over the phone what was happening with Anisa wasn’t an option.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to come down there and check out the Performance
Center. Maybe I can make a surprise
appearance to the rookies and give them a boost. Show them a few moves and whatnot?” It was a
truthful enough suggestion and Phil would honor his word if it meant being able
to talk to Bill face to face.
That was definitely
an offer Bill hadn’t expected to hear from CM Punk of all people. “Alright…”
What the hell else could he say? Denying
one of the greatest WWE Superstars a chance to come down and show the rookies
the ropes would be career suicide! “Well, when did you wanna come on down for
this appearance? And if you really wanna
keep this a secret, I won’t tell them.”
Perfect, this was a
lot easier than Phil originally thought it’d be. “I was thinking next week
after the Smackdown! taping on the 7th.” He couldn’t believe July
was just about over already. Where had
the year from both heaven and hell gone? “I know you guys tape NXT down there
on Wednesday and Thursday, so maybe I can make an appearance on the show
itself.” He would have to keep this particular taping away from Anisa somehow
since she was the Talent Relations Manager.
Bill knew this would
give the kids a boost of confidence since a few of them with great potential
had been slacking lately. “Sounds good to me, man. So secret or not?” He didn’t bother
mentioning Anisa since her days off were the days of the tapings to be with her
boyfriend. She’d made that abundantly
clear prior to taking up the position, but Bill still thought highly of her
regardless.
Pretending to think
it over for a few seconds, Phil saw the disbelief on Melanie’s face and turned
away from her to finish the conversation. “Make it a surprise for the
rookies. And I’ll let Anisa know what’s
going on.” The lie flowed out of his mouth surprisingly smooth and Phil knew
he’d have to answer to his girlfriend as soon as the call ended.
“Just call and let
me know when you get into town so I can prepare the kids.” Bill requested,
jotting down the details since Phil already had a plane ticket reserved for
that specific day. “Thanks again for volunteering to do this.”
“Not a problem. Talk to you later, Bill.” Phil ended the call
and slowly turned around, bracing himself for the tongue lashing he’d
undoubtedly receive.
Melanie didn’t
disappoint. “Just what in the hell are you thinking, Phillip Brooks?”
“Before you object…”
“No.” She cut him
off abruptly and folded her arms tightly, brown eyes narrowed. “That’s sneaky
and underhanded. I realize Anisa won’t
talk to you about what’s going on, but you’re planning on violating her
trust. Don’t you think that’s a little
extreme?”
“Maybe.” Phil
amended, leaning against the lockers and began drawing a red X on each of his
taped knuckles. “But I’m out of options and patience too. So is Jon, Mia and Krystal. They came to me asking for help and I’m not
letting them down, Melanie. She won’t
talk to anyone and keeps saying she’s fine when we all know she’s not. I’m not questioning Bill about her anyway.”
“Then why are you
going to where her new job is then?” Melanie was always one step ahead of
everyone.
“I don’t know, but
something is telling me to go down there and talk to Bill about it. I’m just gonna ask him if he’s noticed
anything fishy going on with her lately while she’s down there, that’s it. This all started when she took the job as
their Talent Relations Manager and if someone is fucking with her down there,
I’m gonna find out and put an end to it.” Phil wouldn’t let anyone else hurt
his sister, not again. “I’m sorry, but it has to be done this way and I hope
you come with me to do it.”
Melanie groaned,
tossing her hands up in the air in frustration and couldn’t believe he was
dragging her into this mess. “What the hell makes you think Anisa won’t be
there on those days?” She had to think of something to convince Phil this
wasn’t a good idea, but right now Melanie’s mind was completely blank.
Walking over to her,
Phil cupped her face in his taped hands and softly brushed his mouth with his.
“Simple, she won’t be. She’ll be in
Vegas with Jon for those days off. It’s
the only time she gets with him during the week since she has to leave after
every Raw and miss the Smackdown! tapings.
Trust me, she won’t be there and she’ll never find out we were either.”
Phil hoped anyway, but for his sake as well as Melanie’s, he did his best to
sound convincing.
Letting Jon in on
his plan would be a smart thing except Phil still didn’t fully trust him. What if Jon was the one screwing with his sister
and he’d snuck under everyone’s radar?
At this point, Phil wasn’t ruling anything or anyone out, no matter how
much they claimed to love Anisa. The
less people knew the better the results would be. He couldn’t keep the truth from Melanie
though, not when they were building a new relationship together.
Melanie sat on the
couch and watched Phil do a run-in on Curtis Hennig and R-Truth’s match to try
to get his hands on Paul Heyman. They
were both in a storyline currently where Paul had screwed Phil at the Money in
the Bank pay-per-view event that recently passed on the 14th of July. Backstage and behind closed doors, Phil and
Paul were best friends and had a blast working against each other in the
ring. They had such a raw chemistry and
the promos were flawless, some of the best ever. While she sat there watching her man reign supreme,
Melanie couldn’t help wondering if keeping Phil’s plan a secret from
Anisa. Snooping around on his sister was
wrong to every degree and a violation of privacy, but at the same time Anisa
left him no choice.
“I hope you’re doing
the right thing, Phil.” She murmured quietly, leaning back against the metal
folding chair and waited for him to return so they could head to the hotel for
some much needed rest.
Jetlag was a bitch.
Chapter 8
“She slapped me for
no damn reason! Get your woman in line,
Good, or I will!”
Normally, Jon
would’ve socked Colby in the jaw for saying something like that about
Anisa. Nobody disrespected his woman,
his girlfriend, and got away with it.
But due to a huge blazing red handprint caked across Colby’s cheek, Jon
couldn’t defend her. Why the hell would
she slap Colby? They were supposed to be
friends! Didn’t the circle mean anything
to her? Jon was irate, his eyes turning
to blue ice crystals and clenched his fists at his sides. Joe noticed Jon’s mood shift and blocked the
door of the dressing room, knowing how volatile Jon’s temper was.
“Breathe. You can’t go after her pissed off. You’ll just make things worse.” Joe reasoned,
planting his hands on Jon’s shoulders and could feel the anger radiating from him
through his palms.
“This is
BULLSHIT! Now she’s hitting people she’s
supposed to care about!” Jon snapped, stalking away from Joe to try to get a
handle on his temper. “No, we’re getting a few things straight tonight because
I’m sick of this shit! Whatever is going
on with her needs to stop and be handled!” Why the hell hadn’t Phil gone
through with his plan yet to talk to Bill Demotte down in Tampa?
“I agree with you,
bro. I really do. But going after her blowing up won’t solve
anything.”
Joe wasn’t on
Anisa’s side by any means, but he also had a much cooler temper than Jon unless
provoked. So far, Anisa was smart enough
not to strike him the way she did Colby.
Something about that didn’t seem right to him and Joe couldn’t put his
finger on why. Anisa wouldn’t lash out
and smack Colby unless he deserved it, right?
She was so emotionally unstable lately though.
“You need to ask
Anisa what the fuck happened.”
“Why? So she can lie to my face some more or spout
some poor bullshit excuse?” Jon began pacing back and forth like a caged
animal, his whole body trembling. “Knowing her, Colby probably said ‘hi’ and
she belted him one!”
“Not exactly.” Colby
muttered, walking out of the bathroom in his Shield gear with his two toned
hair pulled back from his face.
Grey eyes turned to
Colby immediately. “What happened, man?
Why did she slap you?”
Being the architect
of the Shield required being the smartest out of the group and Colby didn’t
disappoint. “I asked her what was bothering her. What everybody else already has, I know, but
Krystal is torn up about it and that doesn’t set well with me.” That was the
truth, part of it anyway.
Joe folded his arms
in front of his chest while Jon continued pacing. “Go on.”
“Her response was
the same. She spewed bullshit at me
about everyone needing to worry about themselves and to keep their noses out of
business that’s not theirs.” It stung Colby when Anisa yelled at him about
Krystal not wanting to move in with him.
She’d been avoiding the subject for months now and he was at the end of
his rope. “All I told her was to take her own advice and Jon loves her. And I told her the lying has to stop. Then she slapped me.” He rubbed the still
burning cheek with a scowl. “Then she threatened to lodge my balls in my throat
permanently.”
That did not sound
like Anisa at all. Jon heard enough and
shoved Joe out of the way, stalking out of the dressing room. He was determined now more than ever to make
Anisa talk to him. Somehow, Jon managed
not to bulldoze anyone on the way outside, where he knew Anisa would be. She’d been sneaking off to have cigarettes
alone instead of with him. Maybe she
didn’t want to be together anymore.
Wouldn’t be the first time a woman went crazy on him. Kicking open the back door, Jon’s suspicions
on Anisa’s whereabouts were spot on.
There she sat on an equipment trunk with a cigarette between her
fingers, staring straight ahead. She
didn’t even notice he kicked the arena door nearly off its hinges! It was only when Jon stalked over to stand in
front of her and plucked the cigarette from her fingers that Anisa saw him.
Colby must’ve told
him what happened, she thought, seeing the pure ice in her boyfriend’s narrowed
eyes. “Jon…”
“Don’t say a fucking
word. Just listen and keep your mouth
shut.” Jon ordered, his voice low, gritty and deadly. He stood so close to her their nose
practically touched and her thighs were slightly parted. “What the fuck is your
problem lately, Anisa? Why do you have a
shitty attitude lately and treating everyone who loves and cares about you like
trash? Colby was trying to help and you
hit him!! What the fuck is that
about?! ANSWER ME!!”
“I thought you told
me to keep my mouth shut?” Anisa remarked, folding her arms in front of her
chest with pursed lips. “Am I allowed to talk now?”
Jon had to step back
from her, not wanting to do something he’d regret later. “That snide attitude
of yours needs to go or…”
“Or what?” Now Anisa
was fed up and hopped off the equipment trunk, closing the distance between
them again. “You’re gonna leave me because I won’t talk to you about an
imaginary problem?”
“IT’S NOT
IMAGINARY!!” Jon exploded, gripping her upper arms roughly and yanked her
against his muscular body. “That’s a load of shit and you know it, Anisa. Even your brother is worried about you. Mia and Krystal are too. Joe and, yes, even Colby is! Why do you think we’re trying to get you to
talk to us? Why is it so hard for you to
open up to me, your fucking boyfriend?”
Tears burned her
eyes at his harsh truthful words. “Obviously Colby didn’t tell you the whole
story or else you wouldn’t be out here berating me like a 5 year old! You’d be socking him in his smart mouth and
siding with me!”
“I’m not trying to
berate you like a 5 year old, but you won’t talk to me! So what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Jon’s
voice lowered again, this time to barely above a whisper and his eyes never
once left hers. “I love you and it’s clear you don’t feel the same way about
me.”
“W-What?!” Anisa
broke free of him and blinked, the hot tears sliding down her cheeks. “Of
course I love you! How can you even say
that to me?! Did Colby say that? Is that why you’re out here yelling at me for
no reason?”
Jon shrugged,
letting his mouth run away with him. “Maybe you want to be with Calaway
again. Or Bray Wyatt.”
Every part of her
went numb from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Jon, t-that’s not
true! I do love you!” Was this really
happening? “A-After everything that son of a bitch put me through, you honestly
believe I want to be with that piece of shit instead of you?”
“Something is
bothering you. Maybe you’re not happy
with me anymore. I get it, I’m not a
huge wrestling star yet and I’m still a rookie to a lot of people. Compared to Calaway, I’m nothing…” Jon
gritted his teeth at that revelation, his jaw ticking with each passing second.
Her heart broke into
pieces and Anisa felt another wave of guilt crash over her, not believing she
made Jon feel so worthless and unwanted. “But you are, Jon.” She reached out to
cup his face in her hands, but Jon stopped her and shook his head. “It has
nothing to do with him!” Bray was the one who kept planting doubts in her head,
not Mark! Why couldn’t she just come
clean with the truth? “You’re so much more than Mark ever thought about
being…or Bray for that matter! I love
you and want only you!”
Jon didn’t believe
it though, not with how cold and distant she’d been toward him lately. “You say
that, but do you believe it? I don’t think
you do.” Now he was about to hit her where it really hurt while pulling a
cigarette out of his pack and slid it between his lips to light it. “If you
loved me the way you say you do, you wouldn’t keep secrets from me. You’d let me protect you from whatever or
whoever is bothering you. And you
wouldn’t stay up at all hours of the night instead of letting me hold you in
bed or making love to you. Tell me
something: Do you still think about Wyatt fucking you?”
That question caught
her off guard. “Y-You don’t understand…”
“Then MAKE me!!” Jon
took a long drag from his cigarette and flicked ashes away. “Make me understand
you! Oh wait – you don’t want me to
understand you because then you’d have to come clean with whatever is going on
in your fucking skull!”
Panic ensued as
Anisa began pacing back and forth in front of him, gripping her hair tightly in
her fingers. “I CAN’T! I-I have to deal
with this on my own and figure it out!! Why
can’t you people understand that?! I’m
not ready to talk about what’s going on and pushing me will only make me pull
back further!! I love you, Jon,
shouldn’t that be enough? I’m with YOU,
I’m fucking YOU and yet you think I’d rather be with an egotistical,
self-centered asshole who only cares about himself and nobody else!! Or better yet – a psycho who talks in riddles
and doesn’t make a lick of fucking sense, who isn’t anywhere near my heart like
you are!! In fact, he’s never been in my
heart!” Mind yes, heart no. “What do you want from me? What do you all want from me? Why can’t you just leave me alone and let me
work out whatever is going on in my head?!”
Jon couldn’t do this
anymore and shook his head sadly, turning his gaze away from her. He felt ill looking at the mere shell of a
woman Anisa used to be. “Have all the time you want. I’m done pushing you about it.” He flicked
his cigarette a few hundred feet away into the parking lot and gripped the
metal railing leading up to the back door of the arena. “Don’t come to Vegas
this week. I need time away from you,
Anisa. You never let me in and I’m sick
of it. I’ve given you everything I am
and stand for – I haven’t held back once and I thought you’d show me the same
courtesy. Obviously I was wrong. So go home, think shit over and when you’re
ready to talk to me instead of bullshitting, only then will I give you another
second of my time. We’re on a break as
of tonight.”
“Jon…”
Her voice cracked
while speaking his name, but Jon had to remain strong or else he’d end up hurt
again. She wanted time to figure things
out in her head and heart, he’d give it to her.
He wasn’t selfish, contrary to popular belief. Breaking away from her was the right thing to
do, but Jon felt like his heart was being jackhammered in his chest. Trina Michaels had hurt him along with a few
other women, but Jon didn’t love any of them compared to Anisa. Unable to hear her sobbing and begging a
second longer, Jon stalked past her inside the arena, slamming the door behind
him harshly. All Anisa could do was
watch him go back inside and hated herself for doing this to them, for
destroying their relationship. After
what happened with Mark, she had to be cautious though and Bray’s cryptic
message kept haunting her. This was her
fault and Anisa had nobody else to blame for losing the most important person
in her life, besides her brother. Maybe
this was for the best though. It would
give Anisa time to get her head on straight and back on track.
Whipping her cell
phone out, Anisa dialed the airport and waited for customer service to answer.
“Hi, this is Anisa Brooks and I need an earlier flight to Tampa, Florida. I was originally booked for the morning, but
I need to leave tonight. Whatever you
have is fine with me.”
She would go to the
NXT meeting in the morning and then drive to Atlanta afterwards. A long drive would clear her mind and
hopefully make her realize what a huge mistake she made by not opening up to
Jon. However, she didn’t regret a single
word between her and Colby Lopez. For some
reason, the man always rubbed her the wrong way and she hoped he didn’t hurt
Krystal. Colby would commit career
suicide if he did that, after all, considering who Krystal’s brother was. Paul would end his career and put him in a
vegetative state for the rest of his life.
Anisa was more worried about Krystal ending their friendship because of
what she did to Colby. He deserved it
though. The hatred and malice in his
voice while speaking to her was uncalled for, so if Krystal couldn’t understand
that, they didn’t need to be friends. It
would probably happen due to Colby not telling people the entire truth and
making himself look like the victim.
Anisa snorted, shaking her head while driving to the airport and tried
making the tears stop flowing.
She missed Jon
already.
~!~
“You are certain
they are on a break now?”
“Yes. I watched the whole thing and Ambrose told
her to take all the time she needed to figure shit out. She wasn’t happy about it either.”
A dark chuckle
resonated throughout the empty hallway they stood in. “Naturally. The fool does not comprehend what a terrible
mistake he’s made. Now she will be ripe
and ready to be plucked.”
“Right. She’ll fall right into your arms and then the
next part of your plan can begin.”
“It won’t be my arms
she falls into, remember that.” He tried hiding the disappointment in his voice
and succeeded for the most part. “So tell me again why you are doing this?”
The other man
shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m tired of being in the shadow and want to break out
on my own. That and Anisa is a pain in
the ass to deal with. The sooner she’s away
from Ambrose, the better off everyone will be.”
Intrigued, a hand
clamped down on the other’s shoulder and a bright sinister smile flittered
across his face. “You do realize you’ll be both rewarded and punished for this,
boy. We appreciate your help
though. Off you go now.”
Using people like
tools did his cold heart good, especially when it came to Anisa. How he longed to feel her legs wrapped around
his waist again, his dick hardening at the thought of being buried in her
beautiful body. Before handing her back
over to who she truly belonged with, he had plans of his own to fulfill. Anisa wouldn’t know what hit her until it was
too late. The dark chuckle echoed down the
hallway again, making his accomplice scurry around the corner.
Chapter 9
July 31, 2013 would
be a date Randy Orton always had etched in his memory forever.
This was the day
both of them had been waiting for.
Ryanne slept like an angel in a soft pink nightgown that went to her
knees and spaghetti strapped. The
material clung around her protruding stomach that held their beautiful bundle
of joy. Randy was on pins and needles,
not able to sleep for more than a few hours before getting up at 5 AM to start
his day. Their doctor’s appointment
wasn’t until noon, so he cleaned the downstairs while Ryanne slept. He was sure not even a freight train would be
able to awaken her. Around 9 AM, Randy
finally made it back upstairs and crawled into bed with his wife, stroking her
cheek with the back of his fingers. The
softest of moans slipped from her slightly parted mouth and Randy felt his cock
rise to the occasion. Maybe a quick
encounter before they had to shower and get ready to go to the doctor was in
order. When she moaned again, this time
Randy’s name in her sleep, the maybe was tossed out the window and replaced
with certainty.
Brushing his mouth
to hers, Randy slid his hands down her sides against the silk fabric of her
nightgown until he found the hem. He
slid it up past her bulging stomach and pulled her closer when Ryanne
reciprocated the kiss. They couldn’t
make love roughly the way both enjoyed because of the baby, but Randy planned
on making her cum buckets full nevertheless.
Ryanne gasped when she felt his long nimble fingers stroke her extremely
sensitive clit and whimpered, her fingers massaging Randy’s nearly bald
head. She wished he would grow his hair
back out, but had gotten used to the new look slowly but surely. His lips and tongue teased the spot on her
neck just below her ear while his fingers continued their onslaught on her
clit, being very gentle in everything he did.
The last thing Randy wanted to do was hurt Ryanne, especially in her
current state.
“Randy…” Ryanne
breathed, still somewhat asleep, but her body had sparked to life. “That feels
so good, baby…”
Being pregnant made
her body more sensitive, so his tongue, lips and fingers felt more
intense. It was as if every caress, kiss
and touch amplified her body and she’d never been so horny in her life. If Randy didn’t make love to her at least once
a day, Ryanne was crabby and it was because sex while pregnant was the best
she’d ever experienced. Randy more than
obliged her, giving Ryanne anything she wanted, though he was glad the first
trimester of the pregnancy was behind them.
The first 3 months was brutal because Randy refused to make love to her
and Ryanne was very ill due to morning sickness. Now that she was nearing 5 months, all she
wanted to do was eat and have sex with her husband.
“You’re about to
feel even better, Ry.” He promised in a husky voice and pulled away from her
long enough to stand, shedding his clothes. “Sit up and let me help you get the
nightgown off.” Ryanne complied and did as she was told, lifting her arms so
Randy could slip the nightgown over her head, leaving her bare naked to his
hungry vision. “So beautiful…” He murmured, guiding her back down on the bed
with another soft kiss that left both of them breathless craving more.
He’d gotten used to
Ryanne not wearing panties or a bra, claiming they were uncomfortable. Randy was certain she did it on purpose to
torment him, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either. The doctor assured them they could have all
the sex they wanted as long as Ryanne ate and drank regularly to keep from
being dehydrated. Randy made sure of
that, already having breakfast done downstairs in the oven and planned on
feeding his babies as soon as he gave Ryanne a proper good morning greeting.
“Roll on your left
side, Ry.” It was a gentle command and one Ryanne immediately obeyed, knowing what
position he wanted her in. “That’s it, just relax and feel everything I’m doing
to you.”
No matter how many
times he had spoon sex with her, Ryanne couldn’t stop her eyes from wanting to
roll back in her head at the first penetration.
His muscular leg draped over hers and his arm wrapped around her torso
carefully to splay his large hand over her football sized stomach. Ryanne bent her body to where Randy would
have easy access and both snuggled closer together. Pushing past her already slick folds, Randy
groaned in her neck at how tight her walls clung around him. It felt like his dick was being suffocated in
a good way. Her soft mewls of approval
lit Randy’s blood on fire and his need for her shot through the roof, holding
back to let her fully adjust to his size.
“Randy…” Ryanne
laced her fingers with his and lulled her head back on his shoulder, fiery red
hair splayed all around them. “Oh god…”
“Tell me if I’m
hurting you, Ry.” He murmured in her ear, not moving or budging an inch while
maintaining control. Going wild on her
was out of the question right now. “Jesus you’re so tight around me…”
Ryanne smiled
because Randy had tried monitoring his language since they both found out the
baby could now hear. “If you don’t move soon, I’m gonna cum without you. Take me, Randy…” Her body shuddered at the
first deep thrust and countless moans soon followed.
This was a little
slower than Randy liked, but he cared more about his wife feeling good and
protecting their baby than getting his rocks off. Thrusting slowly, Randy made love to Ryanne
and controlled the power in his thighs threatening to break free. Ryanne could feel everything and more, crying
out softly when Randy plucked each of her nipples with his fingers to enhance
the sexual bout. It wasn’t long before
the hot coil within her belly formed and threatened to spring free, but Ryanne
somehow held back.
“Harder, you won’t
hurt the baby…” Ryanne urged breathlessly, kissing each of his fingertips and
heard Randy growl in her ear, but the thrusts didn’t increase in speed. “Randy,
please – I need to cum…”
He loved it when she
begged him to go harder, faster, deeper, whatever she wanted. Ryanne was never afraid to voice her wants
and needs, especially being pregnant. “New position.” She could take the reins
and go as fast as she wanted because only Ryanne would know when it became too
much.
Before Ryanne knew
what was happening, Randy was lying down with her straddled on top of him in
the reverse cowgirl position. His cock
instantly slammed home where it belonged and Ryanne cried out, not waiting to
adjust to her husband again. This wasn’t
new territory to her and Ryanne knew her limits with the baby, but that didn’t
mean she couldn’t enjoy hot sex with her husband either. Rolling her hips, Ryanne quickly found the
rhythm that worked for both of them and went with it, feeling Randy’s hands
grip her waist.
“Cum with me,
Randy…” Ryanne moaned, reaching her hands back to lace them with her husband’s
and never ceased her grinding, meeting Randy’s thrusts. “Oh yeah right there…”
Randy knew he hit
her sweet spot and soon her juices flooded out of her body while he rode out
her first and second orgasms. Her third
was the end and Randy couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock exploding inside
of her. They cried out each other’s
names in the intense release and Randy caught his wife’s sagging body before
she could collapse on the bed. Shifting
on his side, Randy began stroking her stomach and nuzzled it with his nose,
pressing soft kisses against her silky skin.
To try preventing stretch marks, Ryanne coated her stomach in cocoa
butter lotion, so it was extremely soft.
Ryanne smiled down at him and knew how excited he was to be a
father. Truth be told, Ryanne was both
excited and scared for motherhood, but she’d never wanted anything more in her
life.
“We find out today.”
Randy murmured, finally pulling away from his wife’s stomach to look up in her
glittering emerald orbs. “Say it right now.”
“Say what?”
Randy smirked, not
moving to crawl up to her level because he enjoyed loving her lower half more
than her upper at the moment. “You know what I’m talking about, Ry. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”
Ryanne chuckled at
his persistence and rolled her eyes, squealing when Randy gently nipped her
skin. “Randall Keith Orton!”
“Ryanne Tessa
Orton!”
“You know how much I
hate my middle name.” Ryanne pouted, folding her arms in front of her chest and
felt the bed dip followed by Randy’s mouth on hers again. “I don’t care what
sex the baby is as long as he/she is healthy.”
Groaning, Randy
buried his face in the side of her neck and wrapped his arms around her,
nipping her earlobe gently. “I agree with that, but I still wanna know what you
feel the sex is before we go find out.
Wait – you still wanna know, right?”
“Yes because of the
nursery. I’ve told you this a million
times.” Ryanne sat up a little and looked at the clock, seeing they had 2 hours
before the ultrasound. “Come on, we need to shower and get ready to go. Traffic is gonna be horrible.”
“Oh shit – crap, I
mean!” Randy pretended to cringe when she smacked him upside the head as soon
as he lifted Ryanne from the bed to go to the bathroom. “Sorry!”
“You don’t owe me an
apology, but the baby on the other hand…”
Randy knew what that
meant and set her down on the sink to stand between her legs. Then he lowered to his knees in front of her
and rained kisses all over her belly, properly apologizing to their unborn boy
or girl. He stood up, seeing the
approval on his wife’s face and kissed her before turning the shower sprays
on. Pampering her as much as he could,
Randy lifted her to step in the shower together and proceeded to wash every
inch of her body, including her hair. He
was by far the luckiest man in the world to have this bombshell on his arm and
the icing on the cake was having her carry his child.
An hour later,
Ryanne stood in front of the full length mirror in a simple knee length red and
white polka dot sundress. It had a
halter top, leaving her shoulders bare and showed off her glowing skin. Randy walked up behind her and wrapped his
arms around her waist, moving her hair to the side. His hands splayed on her dress covered
stomach and held out her favorite black flats dangling on his fingers in front
of her. She took them and sat down at
her vanity mirror, slipping her flats on while Randy finished getting ready.
“I love you.” Randy
said it so many times, but for some reason this moment felt different. “I know
we’ve been through hell with getting pregnant and I still can’t believe it
happened, but I never stopped loving you, Ry.
You’ve always been my #1 and now you’ll have to share that spot with our
little one.”
Ryanne’s hormones
were getting the better of her and tears stung her eyes at his sweet words,
gripping both of his hands in hers. “There’s nobody else in the world I’d
rather share that spot in your heart with.
And I know you never stopped loving me.
I love you too so much.” Pulling Randy against her, Ryanne hugged him
close and let the tears flow, giggling when he lifted her against him until her
feet left the carpeted floor.
“Come on, let’s go
find out what we’re having and then I’m taking my babies to lunch. Anywhere you want.”
~!~
Sitting in the
doctor’s office, Ryanne never once released Randy’s hand and felt her heart
leap in her throat when they called her name.
They lead the married couple to a room, checked Ryanne’s vitals and then
prepped her for the ultrasound. Randy stood
beside her, thankful they set up this appointment to where he didn’t miss
it. Ryanne watched gel being squirted on
the ultrasound wand that would go inside of her. It made her nervous
“You’re doing great,
baby.” Randy murmured in her ear and felt her squeeze his hand when the wand
was inserted.
Pointing out certain
things about their baby on the monitor, both Ryanne and Randy were mesmerized
by the movement. Ryanne cried at the
heartbeat, which was a solid 145 and Randy kissed her, fighting the urge to
stroke her stomach again. 40 minutes
later, the technician finally looked up at them with a big grin and the married
couple instantly knew what that meant.
“Do you want to know
the sex?” The technician asked, trying to tone down her excitement in case they
wanted it to be a surprise.
Ryanne looked up at
her husband the same time his eyes lowered to hers and they both nodded
simultaneously. “Yes.” They answered together, turning their full attention
back on the constantly moving monitor.
“Okay, do you see
this here?” The technician pointed to the monitor at what looked like tiny
white dots bunched together away from the head. “Do you know what that is?”
“Oh my god…” Ryanne
covered her mouth with her hand, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks and knew
instantly what it meant.
“What Ry? What’s wrong?”
Ryanne had read
every baby book made over the past near 5 months because she wanted to be ready
for even the unexpected. That included
being able to tell on an ultrasound monitor if it was a boy or girl. As soon as the technician pointed out the
body parts signifying the sex, Ryanne knew instantly what sex was currently
growing inside of her. The baby her and
Randy created together, which was miraculous in itself due to all their trouble
conceiving.
“Do you wanna tell
him or should I?” The technician asked, not wanting to ruin such a beautiful
moment between two people who were clearly in love and happy.
“A boy.” Ryanne
whispered, locking watery emerald on bewildered worried mystic blue. “We’re
having a boy, Randy. It’s a boy.”
The realization of
what Ryanne said crashed over Randy and his eyes snapped to the monitor, every
part of his body shaking from head to toe.
Was she serious? The technician
pointed out the boy parts on the ultrasound and he suddenly became overwhelmed
with emotion, letting stray tears of his own slide down his cheeks. While Ryanne cleaned up from the ultrasound,
Randy called the people closest to them and relayed the message.
They were having a
bouncing healthy baby boy.
Chapter 10
“Where are we
going?”
“You’ll see.”
They were in the
middle of nowhere. The sun hadn’t made
its presence felt yet, but the sky was lit up enough to where they could see
without needing flashlights. There were
mountains in the distance in all shapes, sizes and the view was
breathtaking. Small green shrubs and
even cactuses were around along with a few other surprises. The two individuals suddenly stopped and
midnight blues snapped up to meet another set of lighter blues.
“Jon…”
His mouth suddenly
claimed his girlfriend’s and wrapped his strong arms around her body, pulling
her as close as humanly possible. He
loved the way this woman melted every time he held her and responded with equal
amount of passion. It still amazed him
they were together, especially after what happened with Trina Michaels. This was the first time she’d agreed to come
home with him since his divorce was finalized, not including the day it
actually happened. He planned on making
it a memorable visit to Vegas too, starting with showing her his favorite place
in the world.
The Great Basin
Desert.
“Remove your
clothes.”
That order was
something she hadn’t expected to come out of his mouth. “W-What?! But this is…”
“I know exactly
where we are, Ani.” Jon assured her and slid his hands down her tank top
covered back to delve beneath her turquoise colored shorts, squeezing her
backside. “Get naked.”
Anisa bit her bottom
lip and didn’t his hand from unsnapping her shorts, pushing them down her
legs. He left behind her matching
turquoise cotton panties and yanked her flush against his muscular frame
again. Just the glaze of pure lust in
his cloudy pale blues sent a shiver of desire coursing through her body. There was never a time Anisa hadn’t
surrendered to Jon and, desert or not, she wouldn’t start now. She was just curious how they were supposed
to have sex in a desert of all places.
“If I get sand in my
vagina…”
Jon smirked, nipping
her lobe teasingly. “I’ll be sure to remove it personally. But don’t worry, I came prepared for this.”
Of course he planned
this! There’s no way Jon would take her
out to the desert without provisions, at least Anisa hoped not. Stepping away from her, Jon took the backpack
off his shoulders and unzipped it, pulling out a white sheet. He’d scoured the area for the past month and
finally found the perfect spot to do this, to bring Anisa out here and share an
intimate moment with her. There was
nobody around for miles on end, so no matter how loud she screamed his name,
only they would hear it. Jon spread the
sheet on the soft sandy ground he managed to find while Anisa undressed the
rest of the way, standing naked before him.
Just then, the sun peaked slightly over the horizon and lit Anisa up in
a golden glow, making her more beautiful than ever. If Jon could capture that moment or live in
it forever, he would in a heartbeat. He
made sure the sun faced away from them so it didn’t obscure their vision during
what Jon had planned.
Anisa was trying to
learn how to breathe again while watching Jon undress in front of her. His already tanned skin had a nice bronze to
it with the sunrise and it made her mouth water. The hunger for him was suddenly real, every
nerve-ending of her body igniting into a fast forest fire. For someone who grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio,
he sure fit into the desert and Vegas instead of the Eastern state. She had to wonder why he wanted to have sex
in the desert of all places, knowing there was a deeper meaning behind it. At least, that’s what Anisa assumed. Instead of yanking her into his arms like
normal, Jon lifted Anisa by the waist and planted her feet on the white
sheet. Then he lowered I front of her
back to his knees and placed one of her smooth slightly tanned legs over his
muscular left muscular shoulder. It
didn’t take long for Anisa to figure out what Jon had in mind to do to her and
all she could do was surrender to anything he wanted.
“Mmm so wet and
ready for me – the perfect breakfast.” Jon slid his tongue up the glistening
slit and closed his eyes at the ambrosia touching his taste buds. “Tell me how
that feels, darlin’. Talk to me.”
“I – It feels so
GOOD!” Anisa squealed out that last word and clung to him for dear life, not
expecting to be lifted completely off the white sheet. “Jon!”
She wasn’t close
enough for his liking, so Jon improvised and his deep chuckles sent vibrations
throughout every part of her body. “Now THIS is more like it. Don’t worry, Ani, I won’t drop you. Nothing except pleasure with a little pain
will happen to you out here.” He’d done far too much talking and not enough
exploring of her pussy, getting to work holding her up with both legs draped
over his shoulders and used pure strength to keep her steady.
As scared as Anisa
was to fall, the amount of desire coursing through her veins overpowered the
measly fear and she knocked the black hat off his head. It was on backwards and, as sexy as he looked
with it on, she absolutely loved his dishwater blonde curls. Every chance Anisa had presented to her, she
played with his curls especially when they’d lay in bed together. Sex wasn’t all their relationship was based
on, though it was a huge part. There
were times they would just lay in bed or on the couch watching a movie and she
would stroke his hair with his head resting on her chest. The heat from the quickly rising sun flooded
through her and it didn’t take Anisa long to climax, flooding Jon’s mouth with
her sweet essence.
“JON!!”
~!~
Anisa remembered
that moment like it was yesterday while she lay curled up in bed, sobbing
violently. The amount of pain she felt
from her broken heart was nearly crippling.
She didn’t want to do anything and stayed in bed most of the week she’d
taken off, using personal time stored up with WWE. New position in the company or not, she had
plenty of personal time to use up and right now it was the last place she
wanted to be. Colby Lopez managed to
split them up, but she blamed Jon since he had a brain of his own and made his
own decision to put their relationship on hold.
There was nobody else to blame.
Granted, it was partially Anisa’s fault for keeping what happened with
Bray to herself, but that gave Colby no right to say what he did either. It wasn’t his place and he should’ve kept his
mouth shut. Jon sided with him and Anisa
couldn’t be with a man who didn’t defend her against his friends, especially when
he only heard Colby’s half of the situation.
Incessant knocking had jolted Anisa out of the desert memory and she
wanted to kill whoever it was. That was
until she heard a familiar voice boom from the other side of the front
door. Her bedroom was downstairs since
it was a lot cooler than upstairs, even with the central air blasting.
The joys of living
in the south.
“Hold your damn
horses!!” Anisa growled, stumbling out of bed and out the door down the
hallway, her hair sticking out in all different directions. “I’m coming, stop
banging!!”
“Then open the
fucking door, SIS!”
Unlocking the
deadbolt, Anisa ripped open the door and locked bloodshot midnight blues on the
blazing hazel orbs of her brother. Phil’s
heart shattered in his chest at the condition his sister was in, hardly
recognizing her. Deep bruises adorned
her eyes from clear lack of sleep, her usual soft honey blonde hair hadn’t been
brushed in days and it looked like she hadn’t changed clothes either. She stunk to high heaven too.
“Jesus…” Phil
whispered, trying to breathe out of his mouth instead of inhaling the foul
stench. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“Dumb question,
Phillip.” Melanie chastised firmly but softly and placed a hand on his arm,
knowing they had to tread carefully with Anisa.
She was emotionally unstable right now. “Sweetie, we just came here to
check on you since you haven’t been to work in a week. Don’t pay your brother any attention.”
Phil eyeballed his
girlfriend from the side and wondered what she was doing since they’d come here
for a very specific reason. “Right…” He didn’t sound convinced at all and slid
his eyes back to Anisa, clearing his throat awkwardly. “We’re here to help
you.”
“Help me with what,
exactly? Because unless you can pull
Jon’s head out of his ass, nothing will help me anytime soon. And I’m entitled to personal time off since I
have a lot stored up in the company. So
just go back to your happy lovey-dovey lives and leave me the fuck alone.”
Anisa tried slamming the door in Phil and Melanie’s face, but his hand snapped
out along with his sneaker covered foot, blocking effectively.
“Enough with the
attitude, Anisa.” Phil ordered, pushing the door back open and stepped inside,
pulling Melanie by the hand with him before kicking it closed. “The first thing
you’re going to do is take a shower while we cook dinner. Then we’re sitting down and having a long
talk.” One he knew would crush Anisa further, but she had a right to know what
he’d found out. “And if you don’t want to do this the easy way, there is always
the hard way.”
Melanie shook her
head and wished Phil would understand the concept of a broken heart. Hadn’t he done the exact same thing when
Coralie died? “Come on Anisa, let’s go upstairs and you can talk to me while
you bathe. I’ll run the water for you so
you can have a bath instead of a shower.” She was afraid with how fatigued
Anisa currently was, the woman would keel over and crack her head open if she
tried showering. “Phil, go start dinner and I’ll join you shortly.”
There was no way
Anisa could fight her brother or his sweet girlfriend off, so she went without
a word. A hot bubble bath sounded
heavenly right now despite how she felt on the inside and it was nice to have
company. She’d been desolate from
everyone and everything for a week. Once
they were in the bathroom, Melanie helped undress Anisa and tossed the clothes
outside of the bathroom to get rid of the body odor stench. Then she started the bath water and helped
Anisa step into the tub, lowering her carefully into the water. Melanie made sure not to make the water too
hot due to a STRONG possibility of Anisa being dehydrated. The heat would suck whatever was left out of
her body and she’d feel worse than she did before the bath. So it was a nice warm temperature that would
soothe and relax the body, but not scorch her either.
“Thank you.” Anisa
whispered while Melanie poured water from a cup over her shoulders to warm her
up further since she currently shivered.
Melanie smiled
softly, waving the woman off. “No need to thank me, sweetie. Now just relax and close your eyes. Do you want me to wash your hair for you?”
More than likely, she didn’t have the strength to lift her arms.
“What does my
brother want to talk to me about?” The question was out of left field, but
Anisa hadn’t missed what Phil said. “Is it bad?”
How was she supposed
to answer that? “Let’s just focus on you right now and then we’ll worry about
everything else later, okay? You need to
bathe and eat, then get some rest. If we
have to postpone the talk your brother wants to have until tomorrow, so be
it. Don’t worry about it right now.”
~!~
“How is she?”
“Besides an
emotionally exhausted wreck with a broken heart, fine I guess.” Melanie plopped
down on the couch in a heap and sighed at the smell of pine in the air. “I
thought you were cooking?”
“Ordered a pizza
instead. This place needed to be
cleaned. She had ants all over the
fucking kitchen from the dishes piled up.” Phil shook his head in disgust,
sitting down beside Melanie rubbing his hands together. “I could kill Jon for
hurting her like this.”
“Phil, it’s not his
fault…” Melanie reminded him softly, rubbing his shoulder since it’d been
bothering him lately. “And soon she’s gonna find out why we’re really here.”
He wasn’t looking
forward to that – not at all. His
meeting with Bill Demott didn’t go the way Phil planned and what he found out
made him sick to his stomach. Somehow,
he knew Bill had outside information without even realizing it because he was
the lead trainer down at the performance center. Still, it didn’t make Phil feel any better
being in his sister’s home while she was in her room crying and he was about to
shatter her more. He just hoped Anisa
could handle what had to be said because if anything happened to her because of
this newfound information, Phil would kill all involved. Telling Melanie was bad enough because he’d
gone to the meeting with Bill alone, but now he had his sister to overcome.
“She’s going to be
fine, Phil.” Melanie assured him, swinging her leg over to straddle his lap and
forced his eyes to meet hers. “She’s a lot stronger than you give her credit
for.”
“I know that, but
after what I found out…” Melanie pressed her finger to his mouth, stopping Phil
in his tracks before he could go on another rant. “I’ve done all I can to
protect her and it’s not enough. I feel
like I’ve failed her, Mel.”
Her fingers slid
through Phil’s short dark hair he let grow out after his extended leave with
WWE. She loved the length and ordered
him to never buzz cut it again, enjoying having the hair to grab onto during
their sexual romps. Phil knew it was
wrong on all levels to have sex with his girlfriend in his emotionally unstable
sister’s house, but her comfort had turned him on. Melanie felt the bulge in his pants and bit
her bottom lip to keep from moaning out, especially when he thrust his hips up
to start grinding against her jean covered crotch.
“Evil man.” She
whispered against his mouth before passionately kissing him, their tongue
dueling together animalistically. “Shower now.
I need you inside of me, Brooks.”
Phil did not have to
be told twice and lifted his beautiful girlfriend from the couch, her legs
wrapping around his waist instantly.
Hopefully the shower would drown out the sexual noises, but Phil highly
doubted it since he planned on making Melanie scream his name. Maybe staying at a hotel was a better option,
but they couldn’t leave Anisa alone until she was alright. Once inside the bathroom, clothes flew in all
directions and Phil slammed Melanie against the shower wall and let the water
coat both of their bodies. She bit into
his shoulder to keep from screaming out, but his hard powerful thrusts had her
crying out uncontrollably and mixed with Phil’s loud growls.
In her room down the
hallway, Anisa didn’t hear anything happening because she was dead to the world
and slept harder than she had in a long time.
Chapter 11
Blinking.
That’s all she could
do because the rest of her body refused to move. Anisa had woken up after a solid 12 hours of
sleep looking 100% better than she had the previous night. Melanie made a huge breakfast and Anisa ate
for the first time in a week since the fiasco with Jon happened. She didn’t eat much due to her stomach
shrinking, but it was enough to satisfy Phil.
The color in his sister’s face had returned instead of looking ghostly
pale sickly white and her appetite had slowly increased. After breakfast, Phil led Anisa to the living
room to sit down so they could finally talk.
Melanie had tried convincing him to wait a little longer, not sure Anisa
was ready to hear what Phil found out, but he was steadfast. She just hoped it didn’t relapse Anisa’s
progress made and cleaned up the kitchen so the siblings could converse
privately.
“W-What made you
decide to go talk to Bill of all people?” Anisa finally broke the silence and
looked up at her brother, clasping both hands in her lap tightly. She’d never felt more fragile in her life.
Phil heaved a sigh
and leaned back against the couch, shrugging. “I don’t know and that’s the
truth, sis. Something told me Bill had
information nobody else did and I hate that my hunch was right.”
It was hard wrapping
her mind around everything Phil told her.
Anisa didn’t know what to think or believe, but she trusted her brother
completely. He would never lie to her,
especially about this. The situation had
grown out of hand and too much for her handle alone. She needed help and hiding things from the
people she loved wasn’t an option anymore.
What Phil found out gave them somewhat of head start to stop the
mastermind behind everything.
“I – I thought Bray
started the Wyatt Family…”
“I did too, but we
were both wrong in assuming that, Anisa.” Phil scrubbed a hand down his face
and stared up at the ceiling. “Bill is so proud of the Shield and the Wyatt
Family. He believes they made
themselves, but…”
“One of them had a
helping hand.” Anisa finished for him and stood up from the couch to walk over
to stare out the window, silent tears coursing down her cheeks. “All this time
– everything that happened all those months ago was because of…HIM.” She
couldn’t speak his name, angrily wiping tears away. “I was an idiot to trust
Bray – a fool hearted woman.”
“Nisa…”
“No Phil, don’t try
to deny it either because we both know it’s the truth. We both know what this means. Once again, it all comes down to my
ex-husband – the one man you tried your hardest to keep me from – and I didn’t
listen. This is all because of Mark
fucking Calaway AGAIN!” Swiping a vase off the nearby table by the window, Anisa
didn’t flinch when it smashed to the floor in pieces.
“Anisa, wait!” Phil
shouted at his retreating sister’s form and heard the front door slam shut
moments later, followed by squealing tires. “FUCK!”
Melanie rushed
inside with wide eyes, swallowing hard. “She didn’t take the news well, did
she?” It was a rhetorical question.
“What do you think?”
Phil snapped, immediately regretting it when Melanie lowered her head and guilt
instantly ensued. “I’m sorry, Mel. I
don’t mean…”
“I know. You’re just as upset as she is about the
situation and I don’t blame you.” Melanie walked over and began cleaning up the
broken vase with Phil’s help, both of them not knowing what to say. “Did you
tell her everything?”
Phil nodded in
response, swiping the broken pieces into the small trashcan nearby and wondered
if he did the right thing by telling Anisa.
Granted, he was shocked to find out his ex-brother-in-law was the main
reason for the Wyatt Family’s birth.
Apparently, Mark had gone down to NXT and recruited Bray, Luke and Erik
to form the group – the Family. Mark
spent countless days and hours down at NXT molding the men and teaching the
ways of the business – or at least his train of thought. That was dangerous because now Bray, Luke and
Erik had shown just how evil and sinister they could be, especially attacking
Glen Jacobs during their debut. No doubt
that was a Mark idea. It made Phil
wonder how much Mark knew about Bray and his sister, even though they only had
sex once. Had Mark been the mastermind
behind Bray pursuing her too? He
wouldn’t put it past Mark; the man had sunk far too low and far to doubt he was
incapable of doing anything else. Mark
had an unhealthy, undying obsession with Anisa and it was time to put an end to
it once and for all.
“What are you going
to do, Phil?” Melanie asked softly once they finished cleaning the mess up and
could see the wheels in her boyfriend’s head turning.
“Give her some space
and when she comes back, I will get the truth out of her about what’s been
going on lately. Something tells me it
has to do with those assholes.” Phil grunted, pulling Melanie to straddle his
lap on the couch and brought her mouth down on his. “Thanks for being here,
baby.”
“No need to thank
me. If there’s anything I can do to help
with this, you better ask and not leave me in the dark.” Melanie stated,
rubbing her nose gently against his and pulled back to massage his shoulders.
“I think you need to make a couple phone calls.”
Phil arched a brow.
“Who?”
“Jon. I know you’re pissed at him right now, but he
deserves to know what’s going on too.
His safety and life are in danger as much as hers is with the Wyatt
Family.” Melanie knew she was right and heard Phil grunt, continuing the
massage a little harder than necessary. “You know I’m right.”
“Yeah – yeah I
know. Just let me find out what the hell
happened between them first and then I’ll give him a buzz. If I have to drag his stupid ass from Vegas,
I’ll do it.”
Hours later, Anisa
finally returned just before night fell and there was something different about
her. The amount of determination in her
bloodshot red swollen rimmed eyes told Phil and Melanie she was ready to
talk. They didn’t need to ask her what
happened because she’d be forthcoming with it.
Sure enough, Anisa sat down on the couch and spilled everything to them
regarding Bray’s cryptic messages along with the encounters they had. Melanie held Phil’s hand the whole time and
could feel the anger pulsating through his body, but somehow her touch kept him
calm.
“And you’ve been
keeping this a secret from everyone because?”
“I don’t know.”
Anisa murmured quietly, hating she was crying again. Her eyes burned worse than a 1,000 suns, or
so it felt like. “At first I brushed it off and tried ignoring him because I
know he’s bitter about what happened between us. I don’t blame him, but he knew I was in love
with Jon. I told him the night we fucked
and he didn’t care at the time. I guess
he thought maybe I’d fall for him and leave Jon behind and when I didn’t,
that’s when he became bitter. But now
that I know he’s been working with Mark all this time, I was wrong about
everything. Mark more than likely sent
him after to me in an attempt to split me and Jon up and it almost worked. And now that months have passed since
WrestleMania and the night the Shield ‘took him out’ and sent him back to
Dallas, he’s stirring shit up again by using Bray as his messenger.”
It all made
sense. In a very surreal and twisted
way, everything that happened lately coincided with the change in Anisa. “That
mother fucker is going to pay for everything he’s done to you. They all are.” Phil promised, his voice low
and deadly and Melanie blinked when he stood up abruptly from the couch. “I
just wish you would’ve told me about Bray sooner, Anisa.”
“I was scared,
Phil. Not just of Bray’s riddles, but
Jon’s temper too. He is downright
vicious, cruel and volatile when his temper spikes and you know that. What do you think he would’ve done had I come
clean while we were all on the road?
Bray would be dead and probably buried in the Great Basin desert right now!”
Anisa wrapped her arms around herself and felt Melanie sit beside her, closing
her eyes. “And now I’ve lost Jon because of my stupid attempt to try to deal
with this on my own. I didn’t want
anything happening to Jon because of me.
And now he hates me because he knows I’m hiding something from him and
that’s why he put our relationship on hold.
I don’t blame him either. I
really fucked up and hurt him. I love
him so much…”
Melanie’s heart
broke at the crack in Anisa’s voice because she could hear and feel all the
pain pouring out of the woman. “Jon loves you too, Anisa. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now
with everything else going on, but he does.
He’s just frustrated and doesn’t know how to stop whatever is happening
to you. Now that we know the truth, we
can tell him and-”
“No!” Anisa shook
her head with finality, eyes snapping up to meet her brother’s. “You can’t tell
him, not yet. Please don’t do it. Please bro, I just – I need a little more time
before I see him. I’m still hurt by what
he did to me.”
Phil had no idea
what she was talking about and folded his arms in front of his chest. “What do
you mean? What did he do to you?”
Another explanation
ensued as Anisa explained what transpired between her and Colby Lopez. More importantly, what the little dick said
to her and how Jon sided with his friend while only knowing half the story. “I
slapped the taste out of his mouth and I don’t regret doing it. I never liked that sack of shit and now I
know why. Krystal isn’t moving in with
him for a reason and it’s probably because he treats her like shit too.”
“You don’t know
that…”
“Yes I do. He about blew his stack last week when we
were in the hallway together talking to Stu.” Stuart Bennett was known
worldwide in the WWE as Wade Barrett. A
devilishly handsome English man with a quick mouth and brain, not to mention a
great body. “He grabbed Krystal’s arm and yanked her roughly down the hall back
to her office. Stu wanted to kick his
ass and I thought he would pop her arm out of socket. When I asked her about it the next day, she
laughed it off and changed the subject.
And she had on a long sleeved shirt – in the middle of summer. Tell me there’s not something going on, I
dare you.”
As much as Phil
didn’t want to believe Colby was abusing Krystal, his sister had concrete
evidence and he remembered spotting the woman with that long sleeved shirt
on. He’d gotten busted open at a house
show shortly after that happened and noticed a faint yellow bruise on her arm
while she stitched him up. Just like
she’d done with Anisa, Krystal laughed it off and changed the subject. Something definitely wasn’t right and now
Colby was interfering with his sister’s relationship as well. Phil suddenly wanted to pummel the little
dick into the ground and clenched his fists tightly in his lap.
Melanie was the one
to speak up first though. “Why is he so bent out of shape with Krystal though?”
“Because she’s
pushing off moving in with him. And why
wouldn’t she? I wouldn’t move in with a
man who manhandles and embarrasses me in front of my friends and coworkers
either.”
Phil and Melanie
couldn’t argue that point, agreeing with Anisa’s logic. They sent her to take a shower so she could
calm down and went to start dinner together.
As much as Phil wanted to call Jon and order him to come to Atlanta, he
wasn’t sure Anisa was ready to see him yet.
Holding off on that call was the best decision and Melanie rewarded him
with a passionate promising kiss of things to come later that evening after
Anisa was asleep.
~!~
“Colby, dinner is
ready!”
“Be there in a minute,
babe!”
Krystal shook her
head, knowing he was in game world with Call of Duty and couldn’t hear herself
think when the television blaring. It
was a small condo he lived in and made her wonder how she was supposed to fit
all of her belongings in here along with his.
Maybe they had to find a bigger place together first before she decided
to move in with him. How could she talk
to him about it though when, every time the subject was brought up, Colby got
bent out of shape? It was hopeless at
this point, so Krystal sat at the dinner table and began eating alone.
20 minutes later,
Colby finally joined her. “Sorry about that, I was in a war with an asshole who
had to be taught a lesson.” He played the game on the Internet instead of just
by himself. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“Because when I say
dinner is done, that’s when I’m eating.
I’m not letting my food get cold just so you can game until YOU’RE ready
to eat.” Krystal stated, taking her last bite and stood up from the table to
rinse her plate off. “And no, I’m not heating anything up for you. Do it yourself.”
Colby was taken
aback by Krystal’s attitude and sighed, knowing she was angry at him for what
he said to Anisa a week ago. “Krys, what’s going on with you? Are you getting ready to start your period or
something? Because I can go out and buy
you a supply of Midol or Pamprin if it means you get rid of that shitty
attitude in my place.”
“YOUR place?”
Krystal tossed the hand towel on the counter she’d wiped her hands off with and
whipped around to face Colby, hazel eyes blazing. “Are you fucking kidding me
right now? Since when do you refer this
place as just yours? You’ve never done
that – it’s always been ours.”
“Well it would be if
you decided to move the fuck in!” Colby snapped, suddenly not having an
appetite and ducked when Krystal chucked a plastic cup at his head. “What the
fuck?!”
“I WOULD MOVE IN IF
THERE WAS ANY ROOM FOR MY SHIT IN THIS TINY ASS CONDO, YOU DICKHEAD!!” Krystal
exploded, the words from a conversation she had with Stu Bennett a little over
a week ago flooding through her mind. “LOOK AT THIS DUMP! THERE’S NO ROOM FOR ANYTHING AND YOU HAVE
YOUR SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE! IF YOU
WANT ME TO MOVE IN WITH YOU AND START A LIFE WITH YOU, WE NEED SOMETHING
BIGGER!!”
“I can give you
something bigger in my pants, Krys.” Colby remarked in a cocky tone, receiving
a slap across the face for his troubles and slowly turned his head until dark
eyes met angry lustful hazel. “That’s how you want it, huh? You want a bigger place?” He gripped her hips
and planted her on the table, the sound of his zipper sliding down echoing
around them while both breathed heavily.
“Yes, but right now
you’re talking about your dick, so either use it or get away from me.” Krystal
ordered, taking a handful of mashed potatoes and smothered it down Colby’s face
and rock hard chest.
He chuckled deeply,
removing her clothes in record time and proceeded to pour homemade gravy down
the valley of her breasts, thrusting deep inside of her. She wanted a bigger place. Was that the reason she hadn’t moved in with
him or was it something deeper than that?
They ate and screwed for hours in the kitchen, putting food in places
neither of them thought they would before finally showering. It was a sex-filled smorgasbord, both getting
their fill of each other and sustenance all at the same time.
However, Krystal lay
in bed that night wondering if she was moving too fast with Colby and hoped she
was making the right decision being with him.
Chapter 12
“You know, sitting
there blowing up shit in a video game with your bro isn’t the answer.”
Jon didn’t respond
and kept pressing the buttons on the PlayStation 3 controller, trying to get
his mind off of every problem currently in his life. More importantly, the love of his life. Didn’t Joe understand he came here to get
AWAY from his problems, not talk about them?
Apparently not. Maybe it would’ve
been better if he went to Colby’s instead.
Then again, Jon didn’t much care to see Colby’s face for fear of
planting a six inch hole in his skull.
He’d taken the idiot’s side and called it quits with Anisa; what the
hell was he thinking?
“You know what Mia
told me earlier?”
“I’m not interested,
just play the fucking game.”
Joe didn’t take that
to heart considering everything his friend had been through lately and
continued as if Jon never spoke. “Anisa didn’t go with her to pick out the
dress.”
That made Jon freeze
mid-fight on the game and he paused it instantly, turning cool blues on Joe.
“She didn’t? She’s supposed to be the
honor of maids or whatever the fuck it’s called.”
“Maid of Honor,
yes.” Joe corrected him, setting his own controller down on the coffee table
with a sigh. “Mia begged her to come with to pick out the dress and Anisa
refused. She’s been locked in her house
for the past 2 weeks and nobody can get a hold of her besides Mia. That’s if Anisa hasn’t shut her cell phone
off already.”
This worried Jon
immensely because Anisa would never cut Mia off. “Well what the fuck am I
supposed to do about it?” He stood up from the couch, tearing a hand through
his unruly curls and stared out the window. “I got a call from Phil a few days
ago.”
“Is he with her?”
Jon nodded, resting
his forearm against the wall near the window and pressed his forehead to it.
“Yeah. That’s the only reason why I’m
not as worried as I should be. He’s been
with her for the past few days and he’s gonna try convincing her to come back
on the road for Raw. I doubt she’ll do
it though. And he told me he found out a
few things I need to know, but he won’t tell me. Anisa has to be the one to do it. I ended things with her for a reason and now
people are trying to convince me to take her back. Nobody understands how I feel or cares,
apparently. She’s the one who kept lying
to my face and then slapped the shit out of Colby when he was trying to help
her. But yet I’m the bad guy. Fuck it, she made her bed and she can lie in
it.”
“Look, I get why you
did it…”
“No you don’t.” Jon
cut him off, shutting his eyes to try blocking out the pain consuming his
heart. “It’s hell on earth being away from that woman. I love her, but she doesn’t love me enough to
trust me with the truth. I can’t – I
can’t be with someone like that.”
“Have you forgotten,
or have you just chosen this moment to have temporary amnesia, that she was
also married to the biggest lowlife son of a bitch on the face of the fucking
earth?” Joe snapped, turning Jon around to grip his shoulders and could see all
the heartache in his friend’s eyes. “I know Trina fucked you over a million
times, bro. And Calaway did the same
thing to her. You both have trust
issues. It’s not just her, it’s also
you.”
Of course Jon didn’t
forget about her being married to Mark Calaway!
How the hell was that possible when the dickhead refused to leave her
alone? Granted, they hadn’t heard a peep
out of the Deadman since he was sent packing after a Shield beat down on
Smackdown! months ago. Still, Jon knew
Mark wouldn’t give up on a whim and would be back for vengeance sooner or
later. What he couldn’t figure out was
why Anisa kept lying to his face and what drove her to the state she was in
now? It wasn’t just him breaking off
their relationship and Jon knew it, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure
out the missing piece to this extremely complicated puzzle.
“I never loved
Trina. The marriage was a hoax and I was
stuck in it for over 3 years because the bitch refused to sign the goddamn
papers!” Jon growled, shoving Joe away and stalked outside on the patio to have
a much needed cigarette. “You’re wrong about me having trust issues,
Anoa’i. I have complete trust in her,
but she doesn’t have any in me or else she would’ve told me what the fuck was
bothering her. If my woman is bothered
with something, I wanna know about it and not kept in the dark. How can I help her if she won’t let me
in? But yet she’ll let Bray fucking
Wyatt in just fine!”
Joe was wondering
when Jon would bring him up and folded his arms in front of his chest. “You’re
still pissed at the fact she slept with him when you two weren’t even
together? Are you serious? Get your head out of your ass, Good, and go
to your woman before Wyatt DOES steal her away from you! Jesus Christ, are you really that
stupid? I thought you were smarter than
that.”
“Wouldn’t you be
pissed off to find out Mia slept with someone you loathe and despise? Like, I don’t know, CURTIS HENNIG?”
“You mother fucker!”
Joe hissed, clenching his fists tightly at his sides so he didn’t belt Jon for
mentioning that name in his house. “She wouldn’t go near him with – with…”
“Her pussy?”
This conversation
was over for the time being. Joe stalked
back inside the house, slamming the sliding screen door and went downstairs to
his private gym built in the basement to work off his aggression. The mere thought of Mia and Curtis together
in bed made his stomach churn violently, but not to the point of vomiting. He owed Jon a sock in the mouth once his
workout was finished and he could breathe normally again without smoke coming
out of his ears.
~!~
This was supposed to
be one of the momentous days of her life.
Standing in front of
a full length mirror, the beautiful ivory gown clung to every curve of her
body. From head to toe, she was stunning
and it fit her in all the right places.
It was an elegant combination of crepe and romantic lace. The style had an open circle cutout back
along with a subtle train, nothing too fancy.
Mia smoothed the soft fabric down her body while staring in the mirror
and tried forcing a smile to stretch her lips, but she couldn’t. And she knew why too. The second most important person in her life
wasn’t here to share this moment with her and it broke Mia’s heart. Of course she understood the reasoning, but
it didn’t hurt any less since this was the only time available to pick out her
wedding dress. She had no idea what she
would do if Joe called off their wedding because of something one of his
friends said.
Castration and
possible murder would definitely be involved.
“Mia, come on honey,
we’re dying to see you!” Patricia Anoa’i, the sweetest mother in the world
–Mia’s biased opinion- called out excitedly, clasping her hands together.
Not even her future
mother-in-law’s enthusiasm could make Mia smile. Along for the momentous occasion with Patricia
were her lovely daughters and Joe’s sisters Summer, Myritza and Vanessa. Krystal was along for the ride too since she
was a bridesmaid and still needed a dress for the wedding. So far, she hadn’t found anything, but
everyone was focused on the bride-to-be.
Rightfully so. Summer, Myritza
and Vanessa all adored Mia and welcomed her into the family with open arms,
much to Joe’s surprise. They were
usually cold and distant toward any girlfriends he brought home, but not
Mia. Maybe it was due to the fact she
had enough family drama going on, but whatever the reason Mia was thankful
because she already thought of them as sisters of her own.
“I – I’ll be…”
Mia swallowed hard
and began removing the dress before her brain could fully register what her
fingers were doing. First went the
wedding gown on the floor followed by her redressing in the jeans and tank top
she walked into the shop with. Her shoes
were next followed by pulling her hair back up in a messy bun. Mia stepped out of the dressing room with
tears brimming her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. Patricia frowned at her future
daughter-in-law and wondered if she was having second thoughts about marrying
Joe.
“Please don’t think
I don’t want to marry your son, ma’am, because I do. I love him more than anything. But…” Mia lowered her head and felt an arm
wrap around her shoulders, knowing who it was.
“You can’t do this
without her, can you?” Krystal asked quietly and felt a few teardrops splash on
her bare shoulder since her top was a halter.
“She’s my family and
has been for years. When my blood
relatives abandoned and disowned me, she was there every step of the way and
pulled me out of my funk. And now – now
I have to do the same for her. There
will be no wedding unless my Maid of Honor is present to help me pick out my
dress. If nobody can understand that…”
“Hush sweetheart.”
Patricia stepped forward and pulled Mia away from Krystal into her arms in a
tight embrace, cradling the back of her head while she cried. “I knew it was
difficult for you to do this without Anisa.
I know you two are family. That’s
why I tried convincing Joseph to hold off on this until AFTER the situation
with Anisa passed or was solved, but he refused. So now you can be the one to tell him and when
you’re ready to get a dress, let us know.
We’re here for you, anything you need, Mia.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Patricia smiled and
pulled back, wiping away Mia’s tears with her thumbs. “Call me Mom or Patty,
please. You’re going to be my
daughter-in-law and I already think of you as one of my own. Ma’am is too formal between us.”
“Okay Patty.” Mia
didn’t feel comfortable calling the woman Mom yet and was thankful her future
mother-in-law understood that. “I’m gonna go call the airport and see if I can’t
catch a redeye to Atlanta to check on Anisa.
Then I’ll call Joe and let him know what’s going on.”
An hour later, Mia
was on a redeye flight headed straight for Atlanta, Georgia and hoped she could
help Anisa the same way she did Mia all those years ago.
~!~
“She’s out cold
right now.”
Mia wasn’t surprised
and walked past Phil into the house, setting her bag down. It was her packed luggage for the upcoming
week with WWE and Mia wasn’t planning on leaving without Anisa. “Good, she
needs to sleep. Is it just you here?”
“Yeah. Mel had to go back to Chicago for an
emergency meeting on one of her big cases.
She promised to meet up with us on Monday.” Phil replied, taking the
luggage away from Mia to carry it up the stairs for her. “So what made you
decide to show up?”
“I was worried about
her. Wanted to make sure she was
alright.”
“After 2 weeks?”
“Hey! I don’t need to be scolded by someone who
waited a week and a half before coming to see his sister.”
“Touché. Sorry.” Phil mumbled, lowering his eyes from
Mia and kept his mouth shut until they were in her room. “She’ll be happy to
see you.”
Mia doubted that,
but she was here nonetheless and took the luggage from Phil to put it on the
bed. “So what exactly did you find out?” Anisa mentioned something about Phil
going to NXT during their last brief phone call, but didn’t go into
details. Come to think of it, she’d been
crying too. “I want to know, Phil.”
There was no getting
out of this when it came to Mia’s persistence and Phil wouldn’t deny her the
information either. “Come downstairs and I’ll make you something to eat. Then I’ll tell you what I know.” She looked
famished and the dark circles under her eyes reminded him a lot of Anisa.
Mia’s stomach
rumbled to life, making her laugh softly. “I guess I forgot to eat today with
everything going on…”
“Uh huh, just as I
suspected.” Phil extended his hand and led her out of the room downstairs to
the kitchen. “I made some homemade chicken noodle soup for Nisa, but she didn’t
eat much of it. So I’ll warm you up a
bowl.”
That honestly
sounded delicious and Mia’s mouth watered while she watched Phil prepare the
soup. 10 minutes later, she carefully
inhaled it and Phil briefly wondered if the woman even tasted anything. When she asked for a second bowl, he chuckled
and made it for her, watching in fascination as she devoured it. Did Joe know his soon-to-be wife could eat
like a pig? Once Mia finished, they went
into the living room and sat down on the couch before Phil began the story on
how Mark Calaway created the Wyatt Family.
“Oh my god…” Mia
whispered, covering her mouth with her hand and looked up at the ceiling where
she knew Anisa’s bedroom was. “So it really was him all along…”
Phil nodded,
swallowing down his own anger at the situation because he had to be there for
his sister right now. “She thinks Bray slept with her on Mark’s orders too, but
I don’t believe he did.”
“Why not?” Mia
demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest and could feel the chicken
soup bubbling in her stomach. Maybe
eating before finding this information out wasn’t a good idea. “It makes sense
considering Calaway is the mastermind behind their creation. I just – Why can’t he leave her alone? She was so happy with Jon and now everything
is a big mess.”
“Something tells me
Bray didn’t come clean to Calaway about sleeping with my sister. I don’t know why either. Deep down, Bray does care for her because
he’s shown it a few times whenever around Anisa. It’s the little things.” Phil was very
observant and didn’t miss much, especially when it came to his family. “She
doesn’t think so though. She thinks Bray
used her and she’s probably right, but I can’t get rid of how I feel about it.”
Mia understood that,
but she was 100% on Anisa’s side with the Bray accusation. Sleeping with someone for their ex-husband
was creepy, to put it mildly. Mia
suddenly bolted off the couch and flew upstairs as fast as she could to Anisa’s
room before Phil could stop her. She
opened the door and closed it silently behind her before crawling into bed
beside Anisa, pulling her into her arms.
It was the same thing Anisa did to her when her family abandoned and
disowned her. They were truly sisters
and Mia refused to let Anisa wake up alone again like she had been for the past
2 weeks.
One way or another,
Mark Calaway’s plan was about to go up in smoke now that his master plan was
out in the open.
Chapter 13
Having Mia with her
seemed to perk Anisa up and by that following Monday, she was back on the road
at work. Mia talked to her about everything
that happened, including finding out about Bray being involved with Mark. Anisa felt so vulnerable and didn’t know how
to respond to any of this newfound information.
Part of her wanted to call Bill and demand to know why he hadn’t
mentioned anything regarding Mark being down at the performance center with the
Wyatt Family. Then again, she was his
ex-wife for a reason and Bill would’ve slapped her in the face with that, so
she didn’t bother confronting him. Hell,
the man had no idea what Mark was planning and figured he was down there to
help build new stars for the company.
“I regret sleeping
with Bray. I regret ever meeting
him. I regret everything…” Anisa had
cried her heart out to Mia with her head on the woman’s lap while having her
hair stroked. “I even regret meeting Jon…”
Mia had stopped her
as soon as those words came out of her mouth. “No.” She forced Anisa to sit up
until they locked eyes and wiped her tears away with the pad of her thumbs.
“Listen to me, Jon is not to blame for any of this. I know he took Colby’s side and I’m pissed at
him for it too, but goddamn it Nisa, you gave him no choice. You kept everything bottled up inside until
he walked away because that’s the only thing he could do! Don’t you dare say you regret anything with
him! Bray and Mark, yes, but not
Jon. You love each other and you will
find your way back to each other, but it’s going to take time and effort.”
Tears flooded down
her cheeks as Anisa broke completely down and crumbled to the floor on her knees
in front of Mia. Those words cut through
to the core of her heart because the loss of Jon physically hurt her. All because of Mark’s ridiculous sadistic
game, she had lost the best thing that ever happened to her. Only if Jon wanted her back would Anisa be
granted another chance and she didn’t see that transpiring any time soon. She had a lot to make up for, but one thing
she didn’t regret was slapping Colby.
That was something she refused to bend on when it came to apologizing
because, in her mind and heart, the man deserved it. If Jon couldn’t understand that, maybe they
really weren’t meant to be. Mia agreed
with that wholeheartedly and told Anisa if she apologized to Colby, she would
personally shove her foot up the woman’s backside. If anything, Colby owed an apology to Anisa
and surprisingly Krystal agreed too.
Before she knew it,
Monday rolled around and she pulled into the arena parking lot, glancing in the
mirror to make sure she looked acceptable.
The past 2 weeks had been rough on her, but it was time to get back into
the swing of things and move on with her life.
Everything would be dealt with in time.
Anisa wouldn’t let Mark and Bray win, not unless it was over her dead
mutilated corpse. The dark circles had
diminished somewhat under her eyes and it was nothing foundation couldn’t cover
up. Her legs were encased in grey
leggings accompanied with a brown tunic top that had a grey lace design around
the hem on the top and bottom. Her hair
was in a tight bun on the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging down to
frame her face. Black liner, clear gloss
and foundation with brown flats finished her outfit. Simple yet elegant and dressy enough for
work.
Passing by the Wyatt
Family locker room on her way to her designated office made Anisa stop in her
tracks. She must’ve stood there for a
good 5 minutes before finally turning to stare at the closed door. There were a few people that walked passed
her, but didn’t say a word and Anisa knew why.
They more than likely felt the anger and pain shooting out every pore of
her body aimed directly at the door.
Anisa had no idea what possessed her to do it, but before she could stop
herself, her hand came up and knocked, hearing the deep rugged Louisiana accent
resonate through it in reply.
“Enter.” Bray called
out while continuing to tape up his hands, more importantly the thumb he used
to jab his opponents in the throat with.
It was his personal tribute to one of his favorite wrestlers in the
company – Mick Foley.
Pushing open the
door, Anisa stepped inside and waited until it closed all the way behind her
before speaking, gaining Bray’s attention. “How much?” It was a blunt question
and one she needed answered.
Bray’s head snapped
up at the sound of her voice and could see so much pain swirling through her
eyes. He heard about her breakup with
Ambrose and wondered what the fool did to lose her. “What do you mean?” He was
genuinely confused, arching a dark brow in wonder.
Why did he insist
playing this game with her? “How much?” She asked again in a stricter tone of
voice with narrowed eyes, folding her arms tightly in front of her chest. To emphasis her point, Anisa pulled something
out of her small purse and tossed the wad of cash at Bray, purposely bouncing
it off his chest. “Maybe that’ll loosen your tongue a little.”
There had to be a
couple grand in the wad, but Bray didn’t want a dime from this woman and swiped
it from the floor. “What’s this about, Anisa?
Why are you throwing money at me?
The sex was free…”
“That’s not what I’m
paying you for, asshole.” She remarked coolly, knowing losing her temper right
now would not play in her favor and decided to go another route to obtain the
information she wanted from him. “I’m curious about something.”
Bray watched her
saunter closer to him, the same expression on her face, so he didn’t bother
reaching out to touch her. “About?” He didn’t like the fact she was now talking
in riddles and tore a hand through his hair.
“Splitting Jon and I
up. I’m curious, what was your next
orders from my ex-husband?”
That was the last
thing Bray thought he’d hear come out of her mouth and somehow maintained his
composure. “What the hell are you talking about, Anisa? I didn’t split you two up!” He wanted to snap
her small frame in half for accusing him of this because all he did was give
her a few warnings – in his own way.
“Just stop.” She
whispered pleadingly, tears shimmering in her midnight blues while staring at a
man she once cared for. A man who helped
her through the pain of losing Jon due to him still being married to a psycho
bitch. “Don’t lie to me, please. Just –
Just tell me the truth.”
“There’s nothing to
tell! You’ve lost your mind!”
“Bray, I know
everything about you and Mark working together down at the performance
center. My brother did a little
investigating while I took some time off to get my head on straight and found
out everything. Mark is the reason the
Wyatt Family exists, not you. He created
you, Luke and Erik, didn’t he?” Anisa blinked the tears away, refusing to cry
in front of this lowlife and gritted her teeth to keep from lashing out. She wanted to strangle Bray for everything he
did to her, for all the riddles and so-called warnings that made her crazy. “He
needed new blood to keep an eye on me and chose you to do it. You – You slept with me because of him,
didn’t you?”
There was no point
in hiding the truth from her now that the secret was out. “No. I didn’t sleep with you because of him.” He
suddenly reached out and yanked her flush against his body, his hot breath
caking her face. Her perfume permeated
the air around him and made Bray drunk with need and desire for her. “I fucked
you because I wanted to, not for any other reason and certainly not him. Taker did help us, I admit that and he had me
keep an eye on you once we were called up to the roster, but that’s as far as
it went. I reported back to him on a
weekly basis what I knew, but I didn’t stalk you or anything like that. His main concern was seeing who you tried
moving on with from him. As far as I
know, he wants to help the company build the future and you can bet your ass,
that’s exactly what I am. The
future. Perhaps you’re making shit up in
your own head to justify your actions of coming to see me and ‘running’ into me
in the hallways. Maybe it’s you who
doesn’t want to be with Ambrose anymore deep down inside.”
He was doing it
again, messing with her mind and Anisa wouldn’t fall for it. Not anymore, not ever again. “That’s not
true. That’s just what you want to
believe and you don’t want to accept the fact I don’t love you. I never did and I never will. I made my choice, so accept it and leave me
alone. I’m done with the games,
Bray. And I’m done being screwed around
with by my ex-husband.”
Not saying anything
for a few minutes while they both stood there staring each other down, Bray
finally made the first move. He stepped
away releasing her upper arms and shoved the wad of cash she threw at him
earlier down the front of her tunic top.
There was nothing more to be said between them. She knew the truth and Mark would have to
find another gopher boy to watch over his ex-wife. Bray had bigger things to worry about in the
company and had to watch out for himself.
However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t continue playing games with Anisa
simply for the joy of watching her squirm like a worm on a hook.
“Take your money
elsewhere and remember to watch who you invite into your bed, sweetheart.”
Scoffing angrily,
Anisa turned on her heel and stormed out the door past Luke and Erik, who had
opened the door right before Bray’s cryptic warning. “What was that about?”
Luke asked, arching a thick black brow and watched a sick smirk curve Bray’s
lips. “I know that look…”
“Boys, I think it’s
time to up the ante of this game. Gather
around and listen up.”
He wasn’t done with
Anisa by a long shot.
~!~
Hours later, Anisa
heard a knock at her office door while she was delved into her work, having 2
weeks to make up for. Bill hadn’t been
lying when he said there was a lot to do in an email he sent her a few days
prior to her returning to the road.
Anisa could’ve easily made her appearances at the performance center
while away, but honestly she needed the time away from everything WWE
related. Luckily, she had understanding
bosses and a lot of PTO time to use up since she rarely took any time off.
“Come in!” She
called out, blinking when the door slammed open and Colby was shoved bodily
into the room. “What the hell?”
“On your knees,
Rollins.”
“Stuart Bennett,
what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Anisa demanded, planting her hands on
her hips with a tilted head.
“Don’t be angry with
him. I asked for his assistance.”
Krystal’s voice came through the door as they both stepped inside, closing it
firmly behind them.
Stuart smirked,
winking down at Krystal playfully. “Anything for you, love.”
Colby growled, not
appreciating the English punk putting the moves on his woman with him watching.
“Krystal…”
“Do it or else.”
Krystal ordered, pointing at a bewildered looking Anisa and grinned at her.
“Come on, out with it, Lopez.”
Stuart had to admit
watching Krystal order Colby on his knees did something to his body. Hell, the woman always managed to spark every
nerve-ending inside of him, but he’d never reveal that to her. She was with Colby, a skunk boy, who thought
he was on top of the world in the WWE.
Granted, Stuart wasn’t in a faction like the Shield, but a few years ago
when he was the leader of the Nexus, everyone bowed to him. He planned on making that happen again in the
near future, but this time it would be on HIS terms and his alone.
“This is bullshit,
why do I have to do this?” Colby whined, glaring up at his girlfriend and
swallowed hard when her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t do anything…”
“The way you spoke
to her was uncalled for and there was a far better way to handle it,
Colby. Don’t make me do it.” Krystal
whipped her cell phone out and had her thumb hovered over the call button. “All
I have to do is apply a little bit of pressure and…”
“NO!” Colby
practically squealed like a little girl, shaking his head. “Please don’t!”
Stuart shook his
head in disgust at how pathetic Colby currently acted in front of Krystal and
rolled his eyes. “Just say it and be done with it, man! Drop your balls and do what your woman
wants!” His deep English accent resonated around the room with a slight boom.
Truthfully, it made
Krystal weak in the knees every time she heard Stuart’s voice. She loved Colby, but knew if she wasn’t with
the youngest Shield member, Stuart would definitely be her second choice. “You
have 5 seconds and I’m doing it.” She threatened with a yawn in false boredom,
tired of Colby’s stalling.
Grumbling under his
breath, Colby cringed when Krystal smacked him upside the head and for the
third time pointed toward Anisa. His
dark eyes looked up at the honey blonde and took a deep breath, remaining on
his knees only because of Krystal’s command.
She would pay for this once they were alone back at the hotel and he
made her submit to him in every way possible.
“Anisa, I’m – Fuck,
I’m sorry okay?” He didn’t mean a word of it and the apology left a bad taste
in his mouth.
What a half-assed
apology, Anisa thought with a roll of her eyes, and merely waved him off
dismissively. “I’m too busy for this.
Just leave and keep your opinions to yourself from now on. Because if you don’t, you’ll find your balls
lodged in your throat the next time you speak your mind to another woman.”
Krystal snorted at
Colby’s scrambling out of the room and put her cell phone away, slipping it in
her back pocket. “I tried…”
“It’s fine, thank
you anyway. If he doesn’t mean the
apology, there’s no sense in giving one.” Anisa said simply and sat back down
in front of her laptop. “I’m curious though.”
“What?”
“Who were you going
to call that made him squeal like a little girl?”
Krystal laughed
along with Stuart, eyes twinkling mischievously. “His Mom.” She left with the
English man while Anisa laughed for the first time in 2 long weeks.
Maybe coming back to
work wasn’t so bad after all.
Chapter 14
“You want me to
what?”
“You heard me.”
“Do you understand
what will happen if I do this?”
“Yes, and it’s time
for you to come clean to everyone, sis.”
That small
conversation lead to Anisa venturing to the Shield locker room and standing in
front of the door, knowing Jon was on the other side of it. Phil was out of his mind to convince her to
do this. However, her brother was right
and it was time to come clean about everything to their circle of friends. It was the first step of many that would help
Anisa win Jon back, hopefully. Then
again, maybe he really was done with her.
She still owed him an explanation and refused to back down, bringing her
hand up to knock on the door just as it opened.
The large 6’3 265
pound Samoan stared down at the petite honey blonde and folded his arms in
front of his chest. “What are you doing here, Anisa?” He asked in a deep voice,
not moving from standing in the doorway.
“Maybe she’s come to
apologize to me!”
Anisa rolled her
eyes at Colby’s guess and snorted. “Fat chance of that happening, skunk boy.”
Her eyes remained on Joe, Jon’s best friend in the company currently. “I need
to talk to all of you. I’ll only take a
minute.”
Joe wasn’t sure
about this considering the foul mood Jon was currently in and glanced over his
shoulder, watching his friend shadowbox in the far corner of the dressing room.
“Jon, you wanna hear her out, bro?” He wouldn’t be rude to Anisa, but she
wasn’t coming inside unless Jon gave permission.
“Do what you want.”
Jon grunted, focused on warming up for their match that night and continued
striking the air with his fists.
What did she
expect? A warm reception? No, Anisa knew better when it came to the
Shield men and she had a lot of explaining to do regarding her behavior. Ignoring Colby completely, Anisa walked past
Joe after he moved out of the way and her eyes instantly landed on Jon. There was so much power in his body and the
fact he was shadowboxing shirtless did nothing to stem the flood of warmth in
her lower body parts. All she wanted to
do was run over and jump in his arms, but that was out of the question.
“Get on with
it. We have a match tonight to prepare
for.” Colby didn’t bother hiding his disdain for this woman and pulled his
black gloves on he always wore to the ring.
“I – I just came
here to invite all of you to my hotel room tonight after the show. Mia, Krystal, my brother and a few others
will be there. It’s time for me to come
clean about everything that’s happened lately.” Anisa swallowed hard, blinking
tears away threatening to form and took a deep shaky breath. “If you want to
know the truth, you’ll be there tonight.
If not, it’s your loss.” She directed that at Jon, though it was meant
for all of them.
Joe hadn’t expected
this and didn’t know how to respond, wondering why Mia hadn’t mentioned
anything to him. Colby had the same
thoughts about Krystal, both of them sharing a knowing glance. This was ultimately Jon’s decision and they
wouldn’t go unless he did. As angry as
Colby was for what Anisa did to him, he still considered her somewhat of a
friend because of Krystal.
“Jon…”
“Here’s my room
number.” She handed Joe a slip of paper with it written down and headed for the
door. “I hope all of you come, but I understand if you don’t.”
Shaking his head,
Joe turned grey eyes on Jon and walked over to the man, standing directly in
front of him. “Go after her.” This was his chance to make things right with
Anisa and if Jon missed this opportunity, there more than likely wouldn’t be a
second. “She’s gonna come clean, isn’t that what you wanted?”
“No, only part of
it.” Jon stopped shadowboxing and lowered himself to the concrete floor in
front of Joe, beginning to do pushups on his fingertips. “NOW that I’ve ended
shit with her, she wants to come clean.
It’s bullshit. She doesn’t trust
me and I don’t know if I trust her anymore after this. I don’t know if I can be with someone who
doesn’t trust me. I’ll go to hear her
out, but that’s it.”
There was simply no
reasoning with Jon while he was in this current state of mind, so Joe dropped
the subject. Jon was making a mistake
and it would blow up in his face when Anisa found someone else to make her
happy. He did understand where Jon was
coming from, but everyone was entitled to make a few mistakes in their
lives. That’s how they learned and
adapted to life, to help them make better choices. Pushing the situation out of his mind for the
time being, Joe sent Mia a quick text letting her know he’d meet her at Anisa’s
hotel room later that night along with Colby.
He had no idea if
Jon would show up.
~!~
Phil, Melanie,
Colby, Krystal, Randy, Ryanne, Mia and Joe all sat in Anisa’s hotel suite. Anisa was sandwiched between Mia and Krystal
with each of their arms wrapped around her shoulders for comfort and
support. The woman would need it for
what she was about to do. They all sat
around waiting to see if Jon would show up.
He had a bad spill outside of the ring during his match, so the
chiropractor was working on his back to loosen it up a bit. Jon was the last in line for the service, so
he was taking a bit longer than usual.
Joe assured Anisa he would show up, hoping he wasn’t lying and getting
her hopes up on Jon’s appearance.
A quarter past
midnight, a knock sounded at the door and Anisa was the first to jump to her
feet, rushing over to answer it. Two
different shades of blue met instantly and relief flooded through Anisa’s body
at the sight of the man she loved. He
looked incredible in a black beater and blue jeans, his normal attire when he
wasn’t wrestling. Anisa was sure his
arms had grown since the last time she saw him, which was 2 weeks ago.
“Well, you gonna let
me in or what?” Jon demanded gruffly, having both thumbs hooked in the front
loops of his jeans.
“S-Sorry…” Anisa
mumbled, stepping aside and closed the door behind him while Jon walked over to
lean against the wall.
Phil was tempted to
belt Jon for the way he was treating his sister, but Melanie’s hand on his arm
kept him calm. “Go on sis, tell them what we know and don’t leave anything
out.” He planned on saying his piece after she finished and nodded at Anisa
encouragingly.
Krystal stood up
from the couch and stood beside Anisa, taking her hand and Mia followed
suit. There was so much love and support
from these people it overwhelmed Anisa, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Thank
you both.” She whispered, trying to regain her composure and hastily wiped them
away. “The reason I asked you all here tonight is to explain my actions lately. I haven’t been myself and a few of you have
pointed that out to me, in your own ways.
I didn’t want to believe something was wrong and figured I could handle
what was happening or simply ignore it.
I was wrong though. There’s been
someone in the company who has sent me cryptic messages verbally and – and has
fucked with my mind lately. I’ve run
into this person and he’s managed to shatter every belief I’ve had, including
my previous relationship with Jon.”
“Who?” Joe’s
interest was officially piqued and he could already tell Jon was on the verge
of blowing a gasket with how red his face suddenly became.
“Bray Wyatt.” Anisa
couldn’t look at any of them anymore and walked over to stare out the window,
trembling from head to toe. “H-He told me to be careful who I invite into my
bed and that something bad was coming.
That he’d try to protect me from it the best he could. And I didn’t understand any of it. But now I do.
Everything he’s said to me makes sense now that I know the truth.”
“What truth is
that?” Colby was intrigued as well, temporarily forgetting about being
humiliated by this woman.
This was the part
Anisa didn’t know if she could say aloud, especially with Jon standing in the
room. She could feel the anger radiating
off of his big body, seeping out of every pore, and was thankful her brother
stepped in to take over. There was no
way she could utter her ex-husband’s name after what she found out, thanks to
Phil. Mia and Krystal stayed by her side
while Phil stood up to take the floor, explaining what he found out from Bill
Demott down at the performance center.
Nothing was left out. He didn’t
stop talking until everything was said and he made sure nobody could interrupt
him, not even Jon.
“That son of a
bitch…” Joe growled, cracking his knuckles and shook his head. “He’ll never
learn, will he?”
“That’s fucking
sickening to use new blood to be his personal spies in exchange for training.”
Randy piped in, keeping his arm around Ryanne and held her close, knowing she
was upset from this news.
Phil agreed with a
resounding nod. “Exactly. Bill said he
spent hours down there with Bray, Luke and Erik molding them into the next
faction of the WWE. Calaway mentioned
something about his ‘Family’ taking out the Shield too, but at the time Bill
had no idea Jon and Anisa were together.
So he didn’t think anything of it.
Now that he looks back on it, he regrets not contacting and warning me
about the mother fucker cooking up a plan down there.” He wanted to beat the
snot out of his ex-brother-in-law for all the pain his sister suffered ever
since the divorce.
“What’s the purpose
though?” It was Ryanne’s turn to speak up, arching a perfectly sculpted red
brow. “I mean – I get that Mark wants to be with Anisa again, but why go
through such lengths? And isn’t he
married to Michelle McCool?”
This time, Anisa
answered and her voice had dropped to a low sinister tone. “Yes. He’s married to the same whore he cheated on
me with. And yet, he refuses to leave me
alone. He’s destroyed everything I’ve
held dear in my life, or attempted to.
And now – now he’s sunk to further lows by using Bray to spy on me to
see who I’ve ‘tried’ moving on with from his stupid ass.” She was sick of
talking about her ex-husband and wanted this to end once and for all.
“Apparently, I don’t deserve happiness unless it’s on HIS terms. I’m done with his games. I’m fed up.”
Phil could see the
gears turning in his sister’s head and knew she already had a plan concocted to
deal with Mark Calaway. “What’s going on, sis?” He had to ask, his curiosity
too strong.
“There has to be a
way to lure him back to the company. I
know he’s in Dallas right now living his life and being happy while I’m
miserable. Well, it’s time to turn the
tables on that sack of shit.” More tears began to fall. “After my confrontation
with Bray tonight, I’m positive this has been going on since he was signed to
the company.”
“Wait a fucking
minute, you confronted him BY YOURSELF?” Jon was done staying quiet and
practically bellowed that question out, trembling from head to toe in pure
rage. “What the fuck were you thinking, Anisa?”
“I wasn’t, but I
needed answers on why he agreed to work with my asshole ex. I threw a wad of cash at him and asked him
how much. Because I know money talks and
Mark has plenty of it to use to influence anyone he wants. Bray denied it and then I accused him of
sleeping with me because of Mark’s orders.
He denied it again. He can keep
lying all he wants to me, but I know the truth deep in my heart and nobody can
convince me otherwise. So be mad at me
all you want, Ambrose. We’re not
together anymore, so you don’t need to worry about little ol’ me. I’ll be just fine alone without any man.”
Anisa surprisingly meant that and stormed out of the sitting area to her
bedroom, slamming the door shut with authority.
Jon didn’t wait to
be told to leave and stalked out of the suite, the door slamming shut making
the windows shake. The whole hotel had
to hear their outbursts, but Phil was more concerned with his sister right now. Krystal left with Colby while Mia stayed
behind with Joe, Phil and Melanie to make sure Anisa was alright.
“I’m not leaving
her.” Mia knew she was putting their relationship in jeopardy, but Anisa needed
her more than Joe did right now. “She needs me.”
Melanie placed a
hand on her shoulder with a tight smile and pushed Mia gently but firmly toward
Joe. “Go back to your room and spend time with him. We’re staying with her, so she’s in good
hands.” She assured the Indian beauty and watched Joe snake his arm around her
waist while whispering sweet nothings in his fiancée’s ear.
“If she needs me,
tell her to call.”
Mia reluctantly left
the suite with Joe, her squeals echoing back at Melanie and Phil. They couldn’t help laugh and Melanie went to
check on Anisa, not surprised the woman was out cold with a tear-streaked
face. She had to admit watching Anisa
stand up to Jon was a beautiful sight to witness. Phil was a proud big brother too, standing
beside his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Do you think she’ll
be alright?” He asked softly in her ear, nuzzling it lovingly and breathed her
scent in. God, this woman was turning
him to mush!
“In time, yes. I think a big weight’s been lifted off of her
too after she came clean about everything tonight. Now the healing can truly begin and hopefully
Jon gets his head out of his ass before it’s too late.” Melanie turned,
wrapping her arms around Phil’s neck and softly kissed him. “Let’s go down to
the bus. She’ll call if she needs us and
I know she’s not suicidal anymore.”
Phil groaned quietly
when Melanie began assaulting his neck and tightened his arms around her. “Not
fair.” He hissed, pulling her against him and shut Anisa’s door silently before
lifting Melanie over his shoulder to cart her out of the suite.
Making up for lost
time was definitely on the agenda tonight.
Chapter 15
There was no memory
of her falling asleep.
Anisa had given Jon
a piece of mind during the explanation gathering earlier that night and passed
out in a weepy exhaustion. She had no
idea how long she’d been out, but incessant banging made her swollen red eyes
snap open. Every part of her body ached
from lack of sleep over the past 2 weeks, so whoever was trying to beat her
door down was about to get the verbal lashing they soon wouldn’t forget. Stumbling out of bed, Anisa took a moment to
get to her feet because her head was still thick with sleep. Yawning loudly, she made her way to the door
and could hear someone shouting through it, the banging becoming harder.
“Aniiiiiiiiiisaaaaaaaaaaa,
open the dooooooooor…”
“What the hell?” She
muttered, not in the mood for any shenanigans at 3 AM in the morning. There was obviously some drunken idiot at her
door banging on it and Anisa didn’t know if she should answer or not. “W-Who is
it?”
She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air
She told me to come, but I was already there
Cause the walls start shaking, the earth was quaking
My mind was aching, and we were making it
And you – shook me all night long
Yeah you - shook me all night long
The voice was low,
gritty and rough with a drunken slur Anisa knew all too well. It couldn’t be. She didn’t think twice about it and unlocked
the door, opening it with a deep shaky breath.
There he stood, the man she was completely in love with, holding a
bottle wrapped in a brown paper sack, in a thick drunken stupor. And he was singing! Badly, off-key, to her! Anisa couldn’t say a word because Jon shoved
his way into the room while continuing to sing, knocking things over left and
right in his stumbling. All Anisa could
do was stand there, letting the door shut on its own, in complete bewilderment.
I’m working double time on the seduction line
She’s one of a kind, she’s just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it’s just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I’m back in the ring to take another swing
Cause the walls were shaking, the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And you were making it
By now, Jon had
circled Anisa until he stood behind her and planted his strong hands on her
hips while continuing to sing in her ear.
Sleep was suddenly the last thing on Anisa’s mind with his hands on her
body and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch again. 2 weeks without him had been hell on earth
and Anisa didn’t care if he was drunk right now. She would take any opportunity Jon gave her
to feel his touch and hot breath on her ear along with his raspy voice that
made her weak in the knees. They began
swaying together and she bit her bottom lip when he stumbled slightly to keep
from giggling.
And you – shook me all night long
Yeah you – shook me all night long
Knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me
The song was off-key
and sounded horrible, but Anisa thought it was the sweetest thing Jon could’ve
done. Drunken stumbling mess and
all. What killed her was Jon probably
wouldn’t remember any of this or doing this for her. Showing up at her hotel suite banging on her
door to wake her up and serenading her with the worst rendition of AC/DC’s You
Shook Me All Night Long she’d ever heard in her life. Still, it was the thought that counted and it
meant everything to Anisa because it showed Jon still wanted her. She was still on his mind every fraction as
much as he was hers. Jon suddenly spun
her around to face him, their blues mixing together again and began grinding
against her while holding Anisa tight against his chest.
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
You shook me all night long
Yeah – yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long
Anisa fought back
the urge to cringe when Jon raised his voice to try hitting the high notes like
the song did and barely pulled it off.
She kept a smile on her face while he continued dancing against her, the
rhythm sloppy and pathetic. He
definitely wasn’t a dancer. When he
finished belting out the last of the song, Jon yanked her flush against his
body and they both went toppling to the floor, thanks to losing his
footing. Squealing out, Anisa landed on
top of him on the carpeted floor with their lips mere inches from each other. He smelled of cigarettes and musk, her
favorite scent in the world.
“Jon…”
Before Anisa had a
chance to pull away from him, Jon took advantage of the moment and buried his
hand in her beautiful honey tresses before slamming her mouth down on his. It was nowhere hard enough to hurt her, but
Jon had to get his point across somehow.
Even through his drunken haze, Jon knew who he was with and what he was
doing. None of it he would regret. After finding out why Anisa had pulled away
from him, Jon went for a long walk to think things over and passed by a liquor
store. They were in Sacramento,
California in the Indian summer, so Jon spent hours sitting on the beach
outside of the hotel drinking with ear buds blasting AC/DC in his ears from his
IPOD. Before Jon knew what he was doing,
he managed to make it up to Anisa’s hotel suite and banged on the door until
she answered. Singing to her was an
involuntary reaction to what he really wanted to do. Rip her clothes off and have his way with her
for hours on end.
Strong hands molded
her panty clad backside beneath the Shield t-shirt she had on. Anisa slept in it whenever she was away from
Jon, which had been for the past 2 weeks.
She washed it of course due to hygiene issues, but other than that it
was all she slept in along with undergarments.
Soft moans were swallowed by Jon’s tongue massaging hers and pulling her
as close to him as humanly possible. Not
even the smallest, thinnest string could be slid between the two of them while
they rolled around on the floor until Jon won the battle for dominance. The kiss broke as Jon sat back on his
haunches to remove his t-shirt quickly and went back to claiming her sweet
mouth, both of them in a passion haze.
Anisa had no idea
how long they spent kissing each other, but just before things became too
heated, Jon suddenly passed out on her. “I love you, Ani.” He’d muttered
against her ear, nipped it and a few seconds later his whole body sagged on top
of her.
It was a miracle Jon
hadn’t crushed her with his muscular frame and Anisa somehow pushed him off of
her to roll on his back on the floor.
Hot tears coursed down at her cheeks from Jon’s confession and Anisa
didn’t know how to respond to any of this.
The serenading that lead into 2 hours of making out and him passing out
before they could make love. First, she
checked to make sure he was still alive and received a resounding answer by the
deep snores that soon followed. Anisa
quickly grabbed the t-shirt Jon peeled from her body and tossed it on. He still had his jeans on and the erection he
sported had gone down significantly in his drunken sleep-induced coma.
What the hell was
she supposed to do now? It was nearing 5
AM in the morning and she didn’t want to wake anyone. Leaving Jon sleeping on the floor wasn’t a
good idea either, especially with his current back problems. She didn’t know what to do. Walking into the bedroom part of the suite,
Anisa grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed a number,
hoping the recipient answered. The whole
time ringing sounded in her ear, Anisa kept her eyes locked on Jon to make sure
he was still alright and didn’t wake up.
How was she supposed to explain what happened and, more importantly,
would anyone believe her?
“Ugh yeah!”
Anisa cringed at the
angry tone of Mia’s voice and instantly regretted waking her up. She sounded exhausted. “Never mind, go back
to sleep.”
Mia shot upright in
bed instantly and rubbed her eyes at the shakiness in Anisa’s voice. “What’s
wrong, sweetie? Sorry, I didn’t know it
was you.” She quickly apologized and nudged Joe awake, knowing something
must’ve happened after they left.
Groaning, Joe tried
rolling over on his other side with his back facing Mia, but that was until she
turned her body to press cold feet against his heated skin. “HOLY SHIT!” He
roared, rolling away from her and ended up landing on the floor on the other
side of the bed. “Fuck!”
Mia giggled
uncontrollably at Joe’s reaction and shook her head, rolling her eyes at his
cussing. “Shut it, Anoa’i and get dressed.
Something’s wrong with Anisa.”
“No – don’t…” Anisa
knew it wouldn’t do any good because she’d startled Mia out of a deep sleep and
her shaky voice didn’t help matters. “Girl I’m fine, really. I just…I had – uh – something happened after
you left and…” She couldn’t form a single coherent sentence and growled in
frustration.
“We’ll be there in
10.”
Mia hung up the
phone before Anisa could say another word and all she could do now was wait for
her best friend and lover to arrive. 8
minutes later, knocking sounded at the front door and Anisa bolted out of her
room to answer it, frowning apologetically.
Joe was the first one to notice Jon on the floor dead to the world and
his grey eyes snapped up to Anisa, anger slowly filling them.
“Please tell me you
didn’t kill him.”
“Joseph!”
Anisa shook her head immediately, tears swelling