Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers. Only the OC. Just for entertainment
Flashes of Hurt and Love by Lady Midnight
I was relaxing in a hot lavender scented bath win the phone rang. With a groan I pick it up, swipe the screen to unlock it, and hold it to my ear.
"Hello?" I almost spit.
"Akira its Maggie."
"Yeah?" I ask my manager impatiently.
"Well, I was contacted by a Mr. Vince McMahon." She said. I sit up a little straighter in the bathtub.
"What did he want?" in shock knowing who he was from watching WWE wrestling.
"He said that he had interviewed you for a position a few months ago and was interested in speaking to again. "
"That's great!"
"He also said that they would be in New York next Monday for something called RAW and he would like for you to be there so he could speak to you."
"Oh! I can do that." I said on a puff of breath.
"He said he would have all access passes waiting for you at the box office and someone to take you backstage as well." She replied.
"Great! Thanks for calling Maggie." I settled back against the rim of my claw foot tub with a smile. "I think I just got the job of my dreams!" I said to myself with a small smile. I finished my bath and set out to check on my businesses for the day.
Monday Night RAW
I checked my make up in the mirror of my 2014 Phantom before stepping out and heading toward the arena. I step confidently through the doors and up to the ticket window. I leaned down and said "Yes I'm Akira Dragomire. I have an all access pass waiting for me."
"Oh, yes! I just got those brought up to me." The lady behind the glass said. She picked up a walkie talkie and said into it "Yeah, Miss Dragomire is here."
"Everything ok?" I question.
"Yes, ma am. I just had to notify someone to come get you." She replied and waved toward the door in the corner that was opening. I short dark haired man steps in the room and walks up to me.
"Are you Miss Dragomire?" he queries as he looks up my near 6 foot frame.
"Yes, I am." I reply with a smile as he cranes his neck up to look at me.
"Follow me." He commands as he turns on his heel and heads toward the door he just came out of. I put the all access pass around my neck and follow. It's dark for a moment and then it's bright as the noon day sun. He lightly grabs my wrist and leads me down a number of hallways. He stops at a door, knocks rapidly, and then leaves.
"Come in." I hear Vince say from the other side of the door. I turn the handle and step inside. My breath catches when I see the Samoan God Roman Reigns and the pure pale delight that is Dean Ambrose sitting in chairs against the right wall. I step in, close the door and sit down in the chair in front of Vince's desk.
"I'm going to cut to the chase Angelique When I originally interviewed you it was to be my proxy at Raw and Smackdown, but something has come up since then." He gushes. I lean forward in the chair, resting my elbows on my knees.
"What exactly has happened Mr. McMahon?"
"It seems as though Mr. Reigns and Mr. Ambrose have a stalker and we need a bodyguard for them."
"Oh! Crap!" I hiss. I look over to the two sitting across the room looking uncomfortable. "How can I be of help?"
"As you know we have your full and complete resume and it states that you are the owner of one, he looks down at my resume, Aces and Angels Security. Is this true?" he says as he takes his glasses off and puts them on his desk. I shift a little in my seat.
"Yes, it's true."
"Akira I have an offer for you." He says with a smile.
"Ok? So go ahead." I reply confused.
"I would like to hire you for the position you initially interviewed for as well as offer you a job as Mr. Reigns and Mr. Ambrose's bodyguard." He smiled as he laced his fingers together and laid his hands on his desk. I shift back the other direction in my chair. I think for a moment. I look at the two gorgeous men in front of me.
"You two will have to do everything I tell you. Can you do that?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah... I guess..." they both mumble.
"I didn't hear you." I smirk. Just then Dean jumps up and starts pacing.
"Look I know we need extra security, but a woman? What the hell can she do?" he practically shouts as he tosses his hand in my direction. Without sound or notice I stand, clear the space between Dean and I and grab his wrist. I push it up between his shoulder blades and push him into the wall in front of me.
"I can do a hell of a lot Mr. Ambrose." I growl in his ear. I step back and shove him against the wall. He stands rubbing his shoulder.
"Ok, I'm convinced." Dean mumbles as he sits back down. I saunter over to my chair and sit back down.
"What are the contract conditions?" I question.
"It's a yearlong contract. You get five million for that year and then we'll assess after that."
"I want an escape clause and full control over everything I'm involved in." I counter.
"You have a deal Miss Dragomire." He says as he stands and puts his hand out for me to shake. I stand and shake it.
"We will have the contract to you tomorrow and you will be on the roster come next Monday." He says. I smile, shake his hand again, and head out the door.