Dominos
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own Courtney. This never happened. This would be pretty good, though, at least I think so.
A/N: I've been working on this one for a few weeks. I promise this one is going to be a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! :) XoXoXo
Courtney Kensington had no idea where the hell she was. Every single hallway that she found seemed to look exactly like the others, at this point. Being the new girl here, she didn't really want to ask for directions and look like a complete amateur. But she also didn't want to be late either.
"You look a little lost," a redhead spoke, approaching her.
"Is it that obvious?"
The redhead laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Who could blame you? I've been here for a while, and they still all look the same to me. It's like a maze back here. Anyway, I'm Natalie," she introduced herself.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Courtney." The two women shook hands.
"Wait! Courtney? So you're supposed to be Bad News Barrett's new valet, right?" she questioned.
"Guilty as charged."
"So, I'm assuming you're looking for Stu's locker room?"
"Yup."
"Alright. If you go down this hallway, swing your first left, and then, your second right, he should be down there."
"You're a lifesaver. Thank you so much!"
"Of course. I'll see you around, Courtney."
The brunette smiled. "Hopefully. Thanks again!" she spoke, before quickly following the directions she had been given.
Sure enough, within moments, Courtney was standing in front of a door with a sign reading BAD NEWS BARRETT. Courtney took a deep breath before finally knocking on the door.
Seconds later, the door opened. "What?" a very tall man with a British accent spoke.
"Uh…I'm Courtney, I'm—"
"Get in here, then," he spoke, abruptly cutting her off.
She walked inside, as he had moved out of her way. He quickly closed the door, as soon as she was in the room.
"I thought you were going to be late," he commented, though he didn't seem particularly friendly.
"So did I."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, Courtney, I'm Stu. Now you have to get changed," he told her, motioning to her outfit for the evening, which was hanging in a cubby.
"Alright."
Courtney walked over and grabbed the outfit. She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. She was relieved to be away from him already, as he wasn't particularly welcoming…or kind.
When Courtney emerged from the bathroom, she felt Stu's eyes burning on her, as if looking for something to criticize. He made her feel uncomfortable…like he didn't think she was good enough to be his valet. That was fine with her. She'd make sure she'd work twice as hard just to teach this guy a lesson.
Luckily, the black Saint Laurent Crustal Embellished Mesh and Crepe mini dress was quite flattering on her. He seemed disappointed that the dress looked so great on her. It hugged her body perfectly and complimented her figure…and also showed off a generous helping of her cleavage, which Stu's eyes clearly lingered on for an extra moment.
"Well…go put your shoes on," he directed.
"O-okay," she replied, walking over to the set of heels that had been set aside for her. She put the black Charlotte Olympia Octavia Suede and Mesh platform Sandals on, before turning to face Stu again. He twirled his finger around, motioning for her to spin around. She acquiesced, hating the feeling of his eyes watching her.
"Alright," he spoke. "You're going to be out there with me. You need to make sure you look good. I don't need you making me look bad."
"Is there something wrong with how I look?" she questioned, unsure of what the Superstar was trying to say.
"You look alright," he replied. "You have to make sure you look good all of the time…especially when we're out there," he explained.
"Alright."
"You'll be traveling with me and rooming with me."
Courtney nodded. "Okay."
"You have to learn my routine. I'm not your teacher or babysitter. You were hired to do a job. You have to make sure that you're on top of things. Understand?"
"I understand," she agreed. What Courtney was having trouble understanding was what exactly Stu's problem with her was. "Are you always this…intense?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why? Do you have a problem?"
"N-no. Of course not. Sorry. You just seem…I don't know…not exactly friendly."
"Oh? So you came here to make friends? Because I came here to work."
"So did I."
"None of this translates to us being friends."
"I just figured that if we were going to be spending so much time together—"
"I'm not here to entertain you or be your friend," he cut her off.
"Okay…I just…didn't realize we were supposed to be complete strangers," she continued. She may have been new, but Courtney was already sick of his attitude.
"I'm Stu Bennett. Thirty-three years old. I'm the Intercontinental Champion. I live in Florida. And you're really getting on my nerves."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm Courtney—"
"I don't care."
"Well, I do. Like I was saying, I'm Courtney Kensington. I'm twenty-five. I live in Florida, as well. I'm not a big follower of wrestling, but here I am anyway."
"Good for you," he replied, brushing her off.
"I am," she defiantly replied, putting her hands on her hips.
He looked at her, as if he were criticizing everything about her in his mind. Courtney was no pushover. She was actually quite strong-willed and outspoken. She wouldn't normally behave so meekly, but she didn't want to step on any toes this early into this job. This Stu guy was really pissing her off, though.
"Do you have a problem?" he sharply quipped.
"You don't have to be so nasty, you know. I am a human being, too," Courtney finally spoke up.
He glared at her. "Excuse me?"
"You're being really nasty to me, and it isn't necessary," she replied, speaking slowly, as if to mock him.
Stu stepped right up to her. "Maybe you're misunderstanding something here. I'm the Superstar. I'm the wrestler. I have a lot of talent. People know me and like me. I like a lot of money. You're some pretty face that Stephanie found whose sole purpose here is to make me look good. I owe you nothing," he shot back.
"Maybe you shouldn't be such an ass," Courtney replied.
"Maybe you need to go to hair and makeup now," Stu spoke, his voice stern, as his eyes burned into hers.
"If I knew where the hell I was going, I would have already gone," she snapped.
"And I'm supposed to show you?"
"Uh yeah. If you don't, I'll end up lost, and you'll have to go out there alone. Make your choice."
He rolled his eyes. "I guess it's true what they say about models being bloody stupid."
"Excuse me? Did you just call me stupid?"
"Are you deaf, as well?"
"You're really walking a fine line," she warned him.
Stu rolled his eyes at her. "As are you." He turned and walked towards the door. He opened it. "Are you coming?"
Courtney scowled at him and shook her head, disgusted with him. She followed him out of the locker room. The Superstar's demeanor changed once they were in the hallway and around everyone else.
"Oh, Stu. You finally have your valet, I see," a female spoke approaching the pair.
"I do. Danielle, this is Courtney," he introduced.
"Hi. It's nice to finally meet you," Danielle spoke, the blonde giving her a smile. "Stu's been waiting for someone to find him an acceptable valet, and I guess you're it." Her voice sounded genuine, but she came off as a complete bitch. But the way she was eye-fucking Stu was absolutely nauseating to Courtney.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, too," she said, returning the smile. "I'm glad I could be the lucky one to help such a nice guy out."
Stu placed a hand on Courtney's shoulder. "Well, I've got to get this one to hair and makeup. We'll see you later, Danielle."
"Bye guys," the blonde spoke, as Stu led Courtney away from her.
"Wow. In public, you almost seem like you're not a complete douchebag. Go figure," she muttered, loud enough for the Englishman to hear.
"You need to watch your attitude," he replied, as he led her down a series of hallways.
"Once you watch yours, I'll be glad to watch mine."
"Alright. Doreen, I have my new valet here, and she needs some hair and makeup work. Can you take care of her?" Stu spoke, his voice sounding kind.
"Of course, I can. Courtney, it's so great to meet you. Take a seat here. I'll take care of your makeup, and Janine is going to do your hair," she sweetly spoke.
"Thank you," Courtney said, giving Doreen a genuine smile, before shooting a glare in Stu's direction.
"Stu, you got yourself quite a beautiful woman here," she said to the Intercontinental Champion.
"Yes, well, do the best you can with what you have," he spoke, eliciting an eyebrow raise from Doreen.
"I'm sure it'll be easy. I have an easy canvas to work with."
"Since she gets lost easily, I'm going to have to retrieve her. When should I come back?" he asked, ignoring the kind words being spoken about the brunette.
"Twenty minutes should be sufficient."
"Alright. See you soon," he said, before walking away.
"Can't wait," Courtney mumbled.
"Do you two not get along?" Doreen questioned, once he was out of earshot.
"Not exactly. It seems like he's nice to everyone, but he has a really bad attitude towards me," Courtney explained.
"Oh…that's odd. Stu is typically a really nice guy," Doreen told her.
"Apparently. It'd just be nice if he wasn't so nasty towards me."
"Do you need me to put him in his place?" Doreen offered.
"Nah. Thanks, but I'll be alright. I can handle myself, even against a brute like him," she said with a smile.