This is my newest story. It was written a while ago with a friend. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or the wrestlers in this story. I own only my ocs. This story is fiction and is to be taken that way.
Summary: Milly Ross can't believe it. The beautiful, brainy millionaire's daughter is stuck with John Cena as her bodyguard thanks to her over protective father. She's doubly shocked at the choice because dear old dad once tossed John's rather attractive backside out of her life. Besides, John's strong, quiet sensuality is making Milly quickly realize that her body definitely needs guarding from his!
Protecting Milly is a job John can handle but what's happened to the Milly he once knew, a woman filled with teasing laughter who'd do anything for a stolen kiss with him? John has his instructions keep her ex husband away and keep her happy but he knows Milly will be happy only when she allows passion back into her life. So how can he convince her that he's the man the job?
"For this we flew two thousand miles?" John Cena noted the wariness in his partner's voice, but he couldn't quite share Mike Mizanin's distaste for the view even if it did lay on the opposite side of a security gate. He could see right away why Jim Ross's Santa Barbara estate was also known as the "The Keep" but that didn't necessarily mean that he and Mike would actually be prisoners. Not unless Jim Ross really had gone off the deep end this time.
"Four thousand miles if you count the trip back to Cincinnati."
The observation didn't seem to appease Mike. "Why exactly did we come? You promise you'd give me all the details once we got here."
John grinned. "Oh we came to kidnap a woman. Did I forget to tell you that?"
Mike turned and grasped. "We came to what?'
"Oh man, I did forget to tell you." John said feigning contrition. "I could have sworn I at least mentioned to you how we'd be perpetrating a felony while we were visiting sunny California."
Instead of replying, Mike only continued to glare. John grinned and then turned his attention back to the view.
In spite of its oppressive moniker, the Ross estate was breathingtakingly beautiful, a sprawling, low lying Spanish style villa that was invitingly lit inside and out. The elegantly manicured grounds, canopied by the moss dripping jacarandas and lush bougainvillea, evoked sense of utter tranquility. Yeah all right, there was the matter of double steel, reinforced Mediterranean style fence that surrounded the place and the double steel, reinforced Mediterranean style bars striping each of the windows. There was the oh so casually strolling trio of Dobermans who gazed back at him with frank and identical expressions of challenge. And of course the one, two, three, four armed guards placed strategically about the roof and balconies did sort of contribute to that prisonlike quality.
Maybe Jim Ross really had gone off the deepest of deep ends this time, John thought. He honestly hadn't considered that to be a real possibility when Jim had called him earlier in the week not even when the old man asked John to kidnap his daughter. Jim Ross had always been considered eccentric by the residents of tiny, suburban Woodhaven, Ohio. But what did it really bother.
Okay, so Jim's place was a fortress, he conceded regardless of its indolent beauty. Lots of people lived in fortresses. Granted most of those people had either committed heinous crimes or were madder than haters, but that was beside the point. For now John decided, it might just be best to reserve judgment on that deep end business.
"Um, I didn't think it would be necessary to remind you." Mike said scattering John's thoughts. "But we work as private investigators. Which means we're the guys who would normally investigate kidnappings. Not commit one."
"A minor technicality." John assured his partner. "We go where the jobs take us. And this job should be verrry interesting."
"Oh, I don't like the sound of that at all." Mike said.
"Trust me."
"I like the sound of that even less." Mike replied. "So this Ross. Is he a total security freak or what?"
"Nah." John answered. "Jim's just your garden variety paranoid that's all. Except that he has a couple of hundred million more dollars than most paranoids."
"Mm." Mike remarked eloquently.
"He also has one of the most unbelievably delicious daughters on the planet." John added cheerfully before he could stop himself. Because in recalling Jim Ross he inevitably also recalled the lovely and talented Milly Ross who he attended Woodhaven High School in Cincinnati. And with whom he'd shared one of the most….
Well best not to go there. He had a long night ahead of him after all. Not to mention that kidnapping business to consider.
"Finally, you say something that makes you sound like your usual self." Mike said. "I was beginning to get concerned about you, John."
"Jim's daughter is the one we're supposed to kidnap."
Mike sighed. "Okay I'm concerned about you again."
"Not to worry." John told him. "I have a plan."
"Now I'm really concerned."
"Then I guess I shouldn't tell you the other stuff about Milly Ross."
"What other stuff?"
"Oh like how she was such a firebrand in high school."
"Firebrand huh?" Mike didn't sounds impressed.
"She could scratch a man's eyes out at twenty paces." John told him.
"Must have had some long arms."
"I was speaking figuratively."
"Whoa. You've been reading those How to Expand Your Vocabulary books again, haven't you?" Mike asked dryly. "I didn't realize you had a figurative bone in your body. Figuratively speaking, I mean."
John narrowed his eyes at the other man. "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm the Costello to your Abbott?"
"Better than being the Lewis to my Martin." Mike looked and saw the gate still closed. "Are we early?"
John shook his head. "Seven o'clock. Right on time."
As if hearing his statement, the gate slowly began to roll to the left, its soft hum accompanied by the whisper of the warm California breeze and the distant splash of the Pacific. John turned around to double check that the rental car was parked safely. As he did, he could see the ocean some distance beyond, rising and falling like bright sapphire satin. The sun hovered just above the watery ribbon of the horizon.
John sighed. Maybe by dawn JR would have changed his mind about hiring John and Mike. Then John could go back to Ohio and live the life he'd mapped out for himself and try to forget all about the Ross'. He turned his attention back to the Keep and he tried not to think about now. He tried even harder not to think about then. But somehow, the two kept getting tangled up with each other. And the joining factor between them was inescapably, Milly.
The gate had completed its journey by now, leaving nothing but warm, fragrant air between John and his new destiny. Mike, he saw had already passed through to the other side but John found himself hesitating before taking the necessary steps.
"So, tell me more about this disagreeable, delicious daughter." Mike said.
John forced his feet forward and contemplated the question before responding to it. Wondering how to describe Milly Ross without coming off sounding like a lovesick puppy. What could he tell Mike about her. How her perfect blue eyes were the color of the sky on a clear day. How her honey blond hair shined in the sun. And how could he describe without sounding like an idiot, Milly's pink lace bras and panties that matched exactly under things that smelled as sweet as ripe roses after a soft summer rain.
"Eh, she was all right, I guess." He finally said with profound understatement in response to Mike's question. "Did I mention she has a sister?"
"No, that was another minor detail you neglected to bring up. Will we be kidnapping her too?" Mike's voice had a touch of sarcasm in it.
"Don't know yet. JR wasn't real clear on his plans for Mae."
"What's Mae like?"
"Mae was always kind of… I don't know." He told his friend. "I guess I never thought much about her. Nobody did."
"Why not?" Mike asked. "What was wrong with her? Was she that unattractive? Was she one of those girls who had a great personality?"
John realized he couldn't answer Mike's question right away. Not because Mae Ross wasn't easily described, but because he honestly hadn't given her much thought, even though she was Milly's fraternal twin and one would think that twins would naturally constitute collective thinking.
"I don't know. Back in high school she was just one of those easily overlooked kids. Quiet without being shy, smart without being brainy, plain without being unattractive, unremarkable without being invisible. She was nothing like her sister."
But then nobody was like Milly Ross. John couldn't help thinking to himself. He and Mike now stood at the entrance of Jim Ross's abode. The double doors might seem like standard issue mahogany to the casual observer but to someone like John, who made his living as a private investigator, they were the equivalent of a shark infested moat. He pressed the doorbell and waited. Wondering what exactly JR had planned.
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