*Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...*

the sound of my alarm was the sound i dreaded every morning. It was the sound that signified i had to leave my cosy bed and my two little girls and get ready for work. It was going to be a long day and i was already bummed out by the fact i still didn't have tickets to the WWE show that night in Newcastle despite trying my hardest to persuade anyone to come with me! I headed out for the bus.. the dreaded bus, filled with annoying little school children filling all the seats so all us adults would struggle to find a seat. I couldn't help but giggle as i said that, refferring to myself as an adult was still slightly strange and made me feel older than i already felt. I was lucky, my stop was early enough on the 40 minute bus route that i was almost guaranteed a seat, even if it wasn't the best of positioned but today i had pick of where i could sit. I relaxed in the seat and turned spotify on via my phone and lost myself in the music , my favourite way to wake up every morning. After what seemed like forever, the bus reached my stop which meant one thing... time to get breakfast. Sausage sandwiches from Greggs were the only thing that made getting out of bed at such an unreasonable hour worth it, however much I knew I needed to stop since I was really starting to pile the weight back on and it really messed with my head. As i unlocked the work shutters, I could hear the phone ringing and rushed through to answer it but still managed to miss it. It was official it was going to be one of those days, I just knew it. I continued my usual process of preparing for the parlour opening. I looked at the list of the days dogs and could contain the groan. Being busy was a good thing but the combination of the dogs for the day was poor and to top it off some douche had booked their two yorkies in for the first time.
As my workmates and the morning dogs began to arrive for work I could feel myself slowly start to wake up as we laughed and joked while we worked. It got to 10am and the doorbell sounded again, it was bount to be the douche and his two two yorkies. Securing my dog and gonig to answer the door, I almost fainted when I looked up to see the reception full of people. My mother had entered and was waiting at the side, with 3 large men behind her who i recognised immediately as the shield from the WWE, one of which was cradling two yorkies in his arms and cooing over them. I greeted them and handed them the for which every new customer is required to fill in before grabbing the box of home-made cookies my mam had came to collect.

"You look terrible Roxy. You need to get yourself to bed on a night!"

I couldn't help but laugh. That was her excuse for everything, nothing else other than i needed more sleep.

"Gee thanks mam and I've told you before I do go to bed, just the falling asleep seems to avoid me!"

I could see she was concerned. To her i was still her little baby and she didnt plan on letting go of that image any time soon despite me being 24 and moved out. I could see the guys were finding it funny my mother telling me off in my workplace, especially the tall blonde one. He was unmissable, leaning against the wall slowly wiping his index finger across his lip with the usual cocky smirk on his face that he has when ive watched them on tv.

"When will I see you next? Are you coming over one night this week or will it be Sunday? Are we going to get to see this new tattoo of yours? Honestly I don't know where I got you from wanting to be like a walking doodle board"

It didn't seem like she was going to stop so i grabbed a cookie out of the box id passed her. If i was going to be stopped from working i was going to eat crap at the same time.

"Honestly mam you'd think i have a lot of tattoos the way you go on, its only my fourth and no you won't see it cos i'll have my jeans on and other than pulling them down you'll have to wait till the weathers nice and i can get my skirts out again to see it... Look on the bright side.. at least im not like dad"

I instantly regretted my last statement, that could start her off on a rant which would potentially last hours and i really had to get back to work so i quickly cut her off.

"I've got to do some work today mam, take the cookies before i eat them all and i'll ring you when i finish work."

The guys waited until she left then the blonde one moved from against the wall so he was stood directly infront of me, picking a strand of my hair up and twirling it as he stared into my eyes. I could feel my skin burning. He leaned forward, positioning his lips by my ear. He was so close i could feel his breath move my hair.

"Someome is a spoilt little girl. Do you know what I do to spoilt little girls?"

"Jon - cut it out, let her do her job"

He backed off and i took the form, told him we'd ring when the dogs were ready as he'd brought in a picture of how he wanted them and they left. I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart had stopped at the sight of him let alone being in that close of a proximity to him. The rest of the day was kind of a blur, I ended up drawing the short straw and had answered the door when they came to collect the dogs. He was sprawled across a chair watching me closely as I gave Seth the report on how his dog's had been and checked that he was happy with their haircuts. Seth thanked me and the three of them turned to leave when Jon stopped to turn towards me again.

"What's your number? You free tonight and tomorrow?"

I was left stunned again that he was talking to me, after a moment i realised and responded with a shrug before writing down my home phone number as i had no idea what my mobile number was without looking through my phone. As i handed him the piece of paper i noticed he was smirking.

"Well then... I'll see you later"

With that they left and I was left standing mulling over what had just happened. Luckily I was able to continue the rest of my day as nomally as possible. There was no way he'd ring me anyway. It had to just be for kicks, I was certain. What would a guy like that want a girl like me for.
After work was over i took the 40 minutes bus journey home to do my chores. As i waited for my bath to run I figured it was better to be safe than sorry and got the house looking spotless, either way it was less to do tomorrow on my day off after all. Once i was satisfied with the flat i had a quick bath while my tea was cooking before settling in bed to watch tv wearing nothing but a baggy tshirt that was several sizes to big for me and a pair of black hotpants I'd bought to wear for nights out but never had the confidence to actually wear them out of the house. Just as I was about to settle down to watch a film in bed, the phone began ringing forcing me to climb out of bed to go asnwer it.

"Did you honestly think I'd ring? Whats your address? I'm coming over"

To say I was shocked was an understatement. After a moments hesitation I stupidly gave him my address and started to pull myself together after mentally scolding myself. If he was landing i'd need to at least put a bra on under the shirt and apply some makeup so i looked presentable. I'd only just finished organising myself when the buzzer to the bottom door sounded and after checking it was him i allowed him through. As he walked into my tiny flat his eyes wandered.

"God this place is tiny, how do you survive. I'd be falling over myself?"

He dropped his bag on the sofa and turned to me, his gaze wandering up and down my body the smirk not leaving his face for a second. It felt like i was being hunted and all i could do was wait to be caught. He stretched hist hand out and tugged at my shirt.

"This isn't a girl shirt. Is this your boyfriends?"

His tone was almost mocking and he ended his question with laughter. He obviously knew the effect he had on women and got a kick out of it. I shyly shook my head before responding.

"Not boyfriend. Ex, I just like the shirt and it was his favourite top so I kept it out of spite when he moved out"

I expected part of his reaction but i still wasn't prepared for it.

"Hah! You really are a spoilt thing aren't you! So when was that? How many guys you been with since?"

I looked away in embarrassment. I'd only met this guy a few hours ago and i was getting drilled on the most personal matters of my life with no escape.

"2 years ago and how many guys doesn't concern you!"

I didnt mean to but i snapped at him.

"Whoah! Don't bite my head off.. I'm only asking! We'd better correct this right now"

Pushing me back against the wall, I felt his hands on my hips before brushing the shirt up my body with his hands and pulling it over my head. His hands moved to the seam of my shorts and pulled me towards his bag and after a moment of rumaging around with one hand as to not let go of me he pulled a shirt out before removing my bra and handing me the shirt.

"Make yourself comfortable in that..for now. I want the freedom to grab your tits though. Bra's are just a waste!"

He removed his leather jacket and flung it on the sofa with his bag. Still watching me with a glint in his eye as i worked my way into his shirt. It was a better fit than the other one, less baggy and made me look like i had some form of figure.

"So which tattoo were you getting wrong for earlier? This one?"

He pointed at my thigh before slowly running his fingerips up and down the inside of it, working his way up to outline my whole body. I nodded, desperately trying to focus on something other than the shivers down my spine his touch sent. He laughed at the reaction his touch had on me.

"Its been a long time hasn't it? I don't think you've been with anyone since he left you"

I blushed and turned away again. He was right. I wasn't planning on rushing into anything, I'd been on a few dates but that had been about it. My ex had left me with serious trust and self worth issues which always stood in the way. He took my chin in his hands and turned my face towards him again, I tried desperately not to look in his eyes. They were like two piercing blue pools that would capture you as soon as you looked at them.

"Hey..Its ok. It'll make you enjoy tonight even more"

As he spoke the glint in his eye was back as he grinned down at me. I let out a shy giggle and he laughed.

"You are far too nervous. We need to correct this"

As he spoke he moved closer to me so our bodies were touching and his hands began to explore. His fingers found the seam of my shorts again and he tugged them away from my body to sneak a peak.

"Verry Niice! I want to see more"

He tugged them down to my ankles with one hand while he ran the fingertips of his other hand across my skin, smirking at my reaction as i tossed my head back and gave a slight moan.

"You like that baby? I've only just started with you just yet"

He pushed my legs apart and shoved one of his long fingers inside me and slowly thrust it inside me before dropping to his knees and began to play using his tongue. With every touch my body shook and i let out another moan, this time much louder and more confident. When I couldn't take any more, he rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the shirt i'd thrown on the floor before grabbing me by my waist and carrying me to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and quickly removed his clothes.

"Now its time for the good stuff"

He grinned as he quickly unbuckled his belt. The good stuff, what was the other stuff then? Once stripped he climbed up me, pulling his shirt from my body and gripping my breasts as he thrust himself inside me making me flinch with pleasure as well as pain. His thrusts were soft and gentle at first however the more he enjoyed it the harder and faster he became. I desperately tried to cling to the bed sheet for fear of losing control of myself and putting an end to the madness that i couldn't deny i was enjoying. I felt my stomach do somersaults as he moved inside me before i let out a scream, digging my nails into his back and pulling him closer to me as he let out a moan and pulsed through me. We lay as we were for a few minutes before either of us spoke. Sitting up i quickly reached for my dressing gown, suddenly very aware a complete stranger could see me naked.

"Considering you just got laid you seem pretty tense"

His tone was mocking yet soft which made him difficult to read. I ran my fingers through my hair clearing my face and turned back towards him.

"Why? Why me? You've never even met me. Why did you want my number and why did you want to come see me?"

He sat back against the headboard and let out a little laugh, taking a moment before replying.

"Well i thought that one was slightly obvious. You're cute and when you were talking and joking with your mam earlier you seemed like a pretty cool confident chick. A refreshing change from what I'm used to being in this industry."

"You must be pretty disappointed them. Im not cute, confident or cool. Its all an act."

He shrugged and further down the bed towards me and wrapped an arm aroung my waist, pulling over him so i was straddling him.

"I wouldn't say that. It depends on perspective. I would say this ex of yours has fucked with your head badly though and left you as a bit of an empty shell. I still say you're cute and cool... the confidence...well that can be worked on"

He winked at me and i felt my face burn in embarrassment. He leaned forward, pulling me closer towards him by my hair and kissed me. His lips were soft and smooth, it drove me crazy. I'd missed this more than anything, intimacy with a guy when i wanted or needed it. Still wrapped around his waist, he moved on the bed so i was sat against the headboard and he was kneeling over me, our lips still locked together. He pulled me further down the bed by my legs and lay beside me. I rested my head on his arm and he draped the other across my body with his hand resting over my lady parts. It felt good to fall asleep feeling safe in the arms of a strong and handsome guy again, even if it was only a one night stand. By the morning, he'd have changed his mind and I'd be out of his mind before he even got on the plane to the next town. I sighed and as if knowing what i was thinking, he brought his hand to my head and brushed my hair from my face and kissed me goodnight.