"Bellatrix, please…"

"Nope," I interrupt. "I've listened to everything you've had to say for the past two weeks. Now listen to me, get your shit and your slut and get out of my house. If you're still there when I get home then I'm calling the police. Good bye and good riddance." Taking a deep breath, I try to shake the stress from my body. "Don't think about him. Focus on your match," I mutter to myself. Turning the corner, I run face first into a solid body, my phone clattering from my hand. "Fuck," I growl glancing up to find a bewildered Braun Strowman. "Sorry Braun. Just in a hurry. Forgive me," I mutter scooping up my phone.

"Bellatrix," he calls after me.

"No time for a proper apology. Maybe after my match."

"But…"

"No time."

"You're late," Road Dog states as I arrive at gorilla.

"Aware," I mutter tossing my phone next to the monitors. "Personal business. Won't happen again."

"Let's make sure of that."

I throw a thumbs-up over my shoulder as I disappear through the curtain.

XXX

"That was shit," Mickie growls.

"I know," I state, pacing. My concretion had been missing the whole match, botching multiple moves before eeking out a victory. The frustration with myself causing tension to roll through my body. "So, shut up about it."

"Shut up about it? That's all you have to say about being a disaster in that ring. You almost broke my neck multiple times. I am due…"

"I will break your damn neck if you don't get out of my fucking face right now."

"You…"

"I will deal with the consequences of my performance. From management, not you. Get the fuck out of my face, now. Now," I growl when she opens her mouth.

I turn to find somewhere to be alone as Mickie scurries off towards the locker rooms.

"Why the fuck did you let him get into your head? You let him ruin your life now you're letting him fuck up your career. Is this the legacy you want to leave behind? The pathetic girl who can't separate her personal and professional lives?" I fight against the vice-like feeling circling my chest as I duck into a side hallway. "Now you're making yourself sick over the asshole? Great job, Bella."

"Bellatrix," someone roars.

"Not someone. You know that roar. It's Braun."

"Bellatrix, there you are."

Glancing back, I find the big man lumbering towards me. "Great. Now you're breaking down in front of your co-workers." "I need a second, Braun," I wheeze moving towards an equipment box.

"Bellatrix?"

"Please. Just give me a second," I whimper.

"Are you…"

"I'm fine," I snap and the vice tightens around me. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine," I chant.

I'm hoisted up onto the equipment box. "Horse shit," he states. "You're starting to hyperventilate. Something is wrong."

"Just…just…stress," I wheeze. "Can't…can't…stop thinking."

"About?"

"Things."

"Okay, let's try this," he sighs, placing my hand on his chest. "Breathe with me. Deep breaths. In," he states inhaling deeply. "Come on."

"Can't…breathe…that…deeply. Lungs smaller."

"Go as deep as you can," he smiles slightly. "As big as those little lungs will go. That's good. Again."

"Bellatrix," Mickie starts charging down the hall.

"I don't want to talk to her."

"What's going on here?"

"Go away," Braun snarls.

"Wha…"

"I said go away."

"We will talk Bellatrix," she calls retreating.

"I should keep you around," I chuckle weakly. "Very scary."

"It's what I do best."

"You know she's going to tell anyone who will listen that we're down here fucking."

"Don't care," he shrugs. "Feeling better?"

I nod. "Thank you."

"I'm assuming this Kyle guy that's blowing up your phone is the cause of your stress," he states holding up my phone.

"How did…"

"We accidently switched when you ran into me."

"Fuck," I groan, digging the phone in my possession out handing it over. "Sorry again."

"No damage done," he shrugs as I scroll through the pleading texts.

"I don't know," I smirk sliding from the crate. "You're a thick boy. I might have hurt something internally running into that brick wall you call a torso. Thank you again for everything," I grin. "I guess I'll see you around, Pretend Boyfriend."

"Can't miss me, Peanut."

"Obviously," I chuckle disappearing around the corner.

XXX

"So, what's up with you and Braun," Alicia questions as we settle at the bar.

"What's up with you and Noam?"

"A lot of fun. That's pretty much all the young ones are good for," she beams sipping her drink. "But I thought you and…"

"Don't say his name," I snap, chugging my beer. "We stopped sleeping together months ago so I did a little investigating. He's been fucking the town slut in my bed every night I'm on the road for the past four months. Caught them on hidden camera. He's gone."

"So, you and Braun…"

"You need to stop listening to Mickie. There is no Braun and me. He helped me through a rough patch, that's it. Nothing more."

"Rough patch?"

"Nothing to worry about," I wave off. "Point is he helped me."

"He is terrifying. I don't know how he helped with anything."

"He's only terrifying to the weak," I smirk. "Some of us don't scare easily and actually give people a chance. He seems like a sweetheart from our limited interactions."

"Braun Strowman? Monster among men? Ex-Wyatt member? Sweet?"

"Yes, to all of the above."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care," I chuckle. "Order me another?"

"Sure thing."

Pushing my way through the crowd, I try to make my way to the ladies' room.

"Peanut," someone barks. "Peanut, Baby," a huge hand wraps around my arm yanking me from the crowd. "This is not what it looks like." I meet the pleading soft brown eyes of Braun before they skitter to the woman at the bar beside him. The request clear.

"Okay, I'll play along. What am I looking at? Because from where I'm standing it looks like you're at the bar flirting with some random…whatever this is," I snark pinning the woman with a glare.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. Be somewhere else. Go now," I snarl turning my back on the woman to stare up at Braun.

"Whatever," she huffs gathering her things. "When you're tired of your little bitch, come find me handsome."

"She's gone," Braun mutters.

"Good," I chuckle lowering my head. "I'm beginning to get a crick in my neck. You're a long way up there."

"Let me help with that," he snickers seating himself.

"Better. Let's try this," I smile pulling myself up onto the barstool the woman just vacated. "Still not even but not neck bending."

"I didn't mean to keep you…"

"I was going to take a piss," I smirk. "You didn't keep me from anything."

"Except the piss."

"Took me five minutes to get from the end of the bar to here," I smirk. "I can hold it until the crowd thins out."

"I can make a hole."

"Since you're leaving me for your man who isn't your man," Alicia states placing a beer on the bar between us. "I'm going to find my Scot."

"Have fun," I call.

"Always do."

XXX

"I hate to leave," I sigh. "But I need to get going. Long drive to the next city."

"You're driving tonight?"

"Was gonna head home but changed my plans," I shrug. "Might catch a couple hours of sleep in the car before I head out but yeah."

"You could stay in my room."

"Nope," I shake my head. "I've had too much to drink and I'm entirely too vulnerable for that."

"What are you talking about?"

"I am feeling too raw from my breakup and I get horny when I drink. I would probably climb you like a tree."

"What would be wrong with that?"

"Seriously?"

"Not going to deny a beautiful woman who needs some release."

"Never said anything about needing a release."

"I can tell."

Sliding into his lap I lean up to press my lips against his. "Not bad," I whisper against him. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer."

"Just say the word, Peanut," he rumbles biting my lip.

"Word," I smile.

"Let's get out of here."

Lifting me easily, he never takes his eyes off me as he pushes his way out of the bar. I catch a glimpse at the woman from earlier sneering. I wave as we exit before burying myself against Braun's neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there.

"Bella," he groans.

"Hmmmm?"

"I'm not a man built for car sex. So maybe keep that pretty little mouth to yourself until the hotel," he chuckles plopping me into the passenger seat of his rental.

"Fine," I pout as he slides behind the wheel. "But you never said anything about my hands." My hand immediately on the fly of his jeans.

"Bella," he growls as I wrap my hand around him.

"I'd get to the hotel quickly if I were you," I tease. "I'd hate for you to blow early."

"Fuck," he growls.

We make it to the hotel in record time, his mouth devouring me as soon as the car is in park.

"What happened to not being made for car sex," I pant as he moves to attack my throat and chest, our hips meeting roughly over and over.

"You and your damn hand," he growls again.

"Take me to your room and you can have an even better part of me."

He pulls us both from the car, his mouth never leaving my throat as he navigates his way through the hotel. My hands thread through his hair as my back meets his door. Seconds later we are moving through the room, his hands tearing the shirt from my torso.

"Don't worry about it, didn't care about that shirt. But," I start sliding my bra from me, "these things are expensive so I'd prefer if it stayed in one piece."

"Beautiful," he breathes, eyes sweeping down me before his mouth follows.

"Fuck," I groan as his tongue brushing over one nipple then the other sending want coursing through my entire body. "Braun. I need…"

"What do you need, Bella."

"You."

My back meets the mattress as my skirt is tugged down my legs, my panties following as I fumble to tug his jeans down his thighs.

"No going slow," he rumbles pressing me back into the mattress.

"Don't need slow," I pant wrapping my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance. "Please."

I groan softly as he fills me completely, his hands wrapping around my hips.

"Good?"

"Excellent."

"Great," he grunts slamming into me so hard I lose my breath. One hand wrapping around his wrist to anchor myself as the other slides to rub tight circles against my clit.

"Oh fuck," I whimper as I tighten around him, my orgasm approaching quickly.

"Come for me," he growls, his hips speeding even further.

"Braun," I cry as my orgasm overpowers me.

"That's my girl," he groans slamming into me one final time.

"Your girl," I question as he rolls to his side

"You think I'm letting you go after that," he chuckles.

"Do I not get a say?"

"Not right now. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, you're all mine."

"I'm not getting much sleep tonight, am I?"

"Nope."

"It's going to be a very good night," I smile.