Hello people, I'm Kendra! Uh This is my second story. I didn't finish the first yet, don't know if I will, BUT this one, I'm liking so I know I'm going to stick with it, also like always we must mention the fact I own no one from the WWE, nothing that's even involved with the WWE, just a fan :D Now enjoy the story and let me know what you all think :D

An Untold Story, Being Told

I don't know where to start with this, I mean if I start from the beginning it will take me forever to get to the point and if I start towards the middle, well then you would be lost. I guess, I guess I should start from, shit I honestly have not a clue how I should tell you all, okay I'll start with questions.

Have you ever been young and in love? Okay if so we are on the same path, next question, how about with someone older? Still with me? Good. Here's the one I think I'm going to lose most of you with, have you been in love with a man twenty years older then you and with three children which one is the same age as you? Anyone? Yeah I thought so; I guess this is when we came to the fork in the road. Love, I swear it can bite you in the ass and then on the other hand it can make you dumb with happiness and blind you from the truth. Love, something that most people confuse with lust, attraction, or just plain out lie to get what they want, well this is about none of that; this is about pure love between two people who never expected it, never thought it could happen. Love, that crazy yet magical word came in to play, it surely played with two people, in a sick and twisted way, it brought two people together in a way it shouldn't have and now not only will the two people pay for it, but many around them, oh it will cause hell for all. Love, love is nothing short of a sweet cover up; love is nothing but a bitch.

Chapter One: Percentage

Epic clothing store, the latest fashion, the latest trends, and the latest headache anyone could get from the greedy people coming in and out on a payday to try to get the highest priced things with one of the employee's discount. Cousins, friends, and people you just don't know, it's all dreadful, and for one young woman it was pure hell. Just turning twenty-two and only a few months away from a college degree she wasn't even sure she was going to use, Sylva Baker not only hated her job, she hated the fact she was stuck with it until she figured out what she wanted to do with life. Well she knew what she wanted to do, it's just it wasn't something she was sure would work out. Being a write was and still is a life long dream she wishes to fulfill, but in the day and age, she wasn't sure if her creative writing skills would catch the eye of others. So until she found the courage, Sylva was just going to be a walking billboard for the clothing store. Because her sister was store manger she knew from day one she had a job, even though the style wasn't her favorite, free clothes was not something she could pass up. Her thick hips and long brown legs were covered in low hip hugging low ridding jeans by Apple Bottom, chest just the same with a tank top showing a bit of cleavage, heel that hurt her feet and from wearing so many forgot who they were by, but really she didn't care, all she knew was that she made enough money being in that store putting clothes out on display and showing off the clothes gave her enough money to help pay for school and keep her hair permed, because even though you are light brown, does not mean your hair was going to be long, jet black, and have soft curls on it's own, no, two bundles of Indian weave number one, black hair dye, and a man name Miss Peaches who can do some serious work with a needle, thread, hot comb and hot rollers will do that. Being mixed didn't mean you get the brown eyes in winter and green in spring/summer. It just meant you were mixed but still looked black with brown eyes all year around. It's easier to say that then taking an hour to explain you are, Indian, Black, Greek, and other things you don't know. Simple answer, simple replay, and simply keep on moving.

Anywho, moving on to the point of this story, or the start of it. Sylva was doing her everyday thing, working. Every three minutes she looked at the time regretting she let her sister talk her into staying late. But being that it was Friday, today was different. Closing time was going to be at seven thirty, just enough time to get home so her sister can watch her favorite past time. Watching men in little underwear and baby oil run around and beat each other up; yes I am talking about Smackdown. Knowing she should have been off at five, but agreeing to stay and help her sister close up so she could get off early always ticked Sylva off, but when you are the baby and you have an older sister by the name of Sasha, some things are better the way they are. Putting the last of the receipts into the safe Sylva stood up straight and rubbed her lower back and called her sister who was in the front of the store to the back.

Sylva's P.O.V

"SASHA! Bring your ass on so we can go!" I hated this shit. I wanted to go home and waiting for this bully was not fun. I grabbed my converses out of my bag I had hanging on the back of the door just when Sasha decided to open it and hit me in the face with it.

"Oh damn, girl you shouldn't have been by the door posted, but look let's go we have ten minutes to get home. " I just glared at her while I held my forehead and sat down to take my heels off and put my shoes on.

"It takes us twenty to get home and you're taping it, girl just calm your happy ass down."

"Look you forget, I'm twenty-seven, you are twenty-two, I'm the oldest and I say let's go! " Before I could say anything she walked out leaving me wishing I went to school out of state. I put my shoes on and walked from the back to the front to see Sasha looking dumb. I turned the corner and saw two men standing by the door and one waving his hand in Sasha's face trying to get her attention.

"Are we being held up?" I was scared of course, because the man in Sasha's face was huge to me, I mean shit I was 5'10 and he towered over me. Thinking about what my mother told me to do; I put my hands in the air and started to get down on the floor.

"No, no, this isn't a hold up; I'm trying to get an outfit for my daughter. She says it's here before anywhere else and she wanted something, Apple Jacks or something?" Sighing in relief I stood up and nudged my sister and she pulled me to the side.

"Syl, that's Dave Bautista." Looking from Sasha excited face to the guy's confused one I just shrugged my shoulders and walked from behind the counter and spun around for him.

"These are the latest from Apple Bottom, not Apple Jacks. I would have had heels on, but its closing time and I'm ready to go home." I placed my hands on my hips and waited for him to make a decision on the pants. He forward his brows and shook his head.

"Your ass is out, I can see the top crack of your ass, my teenage daughter must be out of her mind if she thinks she's getting those-" Laughing a bit I went over to a table and picked up a regular pair that weren't so low and held them up for him.

"These are not as low as what I have on; they cover the behind or as you say the top crack of the ass and still have the same style." He took them from me and looked at them for a few minutes before giving them back."

"Can you try them on for me?"

"Look, we're closed as is, either you want them or you don-"

"YES! Yes she will try them on, Syl go put them on." I looked at her like she was crazy and before I could get a word out she had her hand over my mouth.

"Just do it, please." With a smile bigger then the sun I saw the pleading in her eyes and looked through the bundle on the table and snatched up my size and went to a dressing room off on the other side of the store. Mumbling curse words the whole time I put the jeans on and pulled back the curtain and stepped out. I smiled slightly and put my hands on my hips. I watched this "guy" walk around me rubbing the little strip on hair on his chin. In the time I have been working here and had people look at me, something made me feel, uncomfortable this time, I guess his size scared me a bit and him being so close just freaked me out. After what seemed like forever he stood in front of me and just stared at me. Not one to back down or break eye contact I stared back, no matter how scared I was, I refuse to let it show. Finally he looked over his shoulder at Sasha.

"Can I get every color in size eight-"

"That's seven pairs and they are all over one hundred dollars, you sure you can swing that?" Turning his head slowly and looking back at me, for a second his face showed nothing, not an ounce of expression to let me know what he was thinking. Looking me over again he gave a half smile and stepped a bit closer to me.

"Yeah I think I can-"

"Well if you can do that, you can get the matching shirts, the red heels, and the bag, I would say the bra and panty sets, but that's a bit too personal for a father to buy his daughter, don't you think?" I finished my pitch with a smile causing him to laugh and turn away from me. He looked over at the shirts and thumbed through them before nodding his head and telling Sasha to get the other things, shirts in a small and shoes in size seven. Sasha looked back at me and shook her head with a smile on her face and started getting everything together. I smirked to myself, thinking about the money I was going to get from the commission and walked behind the counter to help a sister out.

"You know, that was pretty good, suckering me in to getting all of this stuff. How long have you been working here?" I looked up from my folding and saw him leaning on the counter with his black card in hand. I took it from him and looked at them name.

"Well aren't we just nosey Mr. Bau-teye-sta?"

"Bautista, and yes I am, so will I get an answer, Sylva?" He touched my nametag which was a bit higher then my cleavage, I learned to wear it higher from a past mistake. I smirked and handed Sasha the card and went back to what I was doing.

"It's not suckering; it's selling, and two years. Two years in hell-" I mumbled the last part, but I saw out the corner of my eye my sister head snap up and her eyes fall on me.

"Hey, I heard that!" I looked over at Sasha and mouth a sorry and finished it with a pout and just got a roll of her eyes in return. I laughed and started putting the clothes in two bags when I looked up and saw "Dave" still staring.

"Yes?" He had this smile on his face and stood up straight and took the bags. I placed my hands on the counter and cocked my head to the side. Waiting for him to say something or move on. Leaving would have been lovely.

"How old are you?" The question, damn I hated it, but I knew it was coming, it always come up with men. "I'm twenty-two, do you need anything else?"

"Your number." Taken back, a bit, but like other things, this wasn't new for me. Even though he looked so calm, and dare I add confident, I started to recite the line I always give men until I was rudely interrupted.

"Give me your cell and I'll program it for you." I looked over at my sister with fright and just a hint of hatred for a moment. I don't know who this man was and she was giving my number out like it was a free sample. After programming my number in his phone she slid a magazine over to him.

"Could you sign this for me please?" This bitch had the nerve to look shy, I mean she was old he was old, hell they would look great together, but damn shy was not something I am use to seeing come from her ass. He gave her a nod and signed the cover and she gave him his card and receipt and in no time they were gone. I wait a minute or two before I went to lock the door and when the lock clicked, so did I.

"The hell is wrong with you?! I don't know him and neither do you, the fuck is wrong with you giving my number away!"

"Oh girl please, I put my number in there so you don't cry, but I will give the phone to you, and besides, he is going to be the next World Champion." I looked at her like she has finally lost all of her mind.

"The what?"

"Syl, that was David Michael Bautista, Batista, the Animal-" I laughed at her.

"That I will agree with, he looks like he can eat a human alive-"

"He's a WWE superstar! Don't you ever talk about him like that! He is one of Smackdown finest, if not the finest in the whole company!" My laughing died down when I saw how serious she was. I raised a brow and just waved my hand at her.

"Well excuse me to hell, you're talking like he was President Bush or something! I'm telling you this now, I'm not going out with him, not talking to him, and now that you tell me he's one of the baby oil bunch, I KNOW I don't want to see him again.

But that wasn't true; in fact it was far from the truth. Sylva had no clue just how wrong she could be until it was too late. It's funny, how you can go from not caring for someone, only trying to make a "deal" if you wish to get a percentage of something. If only she knew that little percentage she would see on her check would coast her a big percentage of her heart in the out come, I doubt she would have even gave him the smile, did the little flirt, or the bit of attitude that would make him indeed call. As for David, love was not on his mind, putting his heart and feelings on the line was not in the works for him either, but as time will tell, neither one of them would know what would come out of a simple transaction, an everyday thing, something so normal. Yes, one looking for a sale, and one were looking for perhaps, a Baltimore booty call every time he visited the city. If only they knew, they would both get what they wanted, and so much more.

Kendra