Yes, I'm pairing Hunter with Charlotte.
Is that crazy?
The mind is a very dangerous organ.

Is there a shipping name for those two that I'm unaware of?
HunLotte?
CharTer?
HunLey?

This pairing and story was a little something I wrote for my good friend, Farina and turned out to be something she and I liked which is why I'm posting.

Please, feel free to express all your thoughts and feelings about his one.

- Hunter's Web -

Chapter 2

I spent the next few days walking around town and shopping with my rich dad's credit card. When he finally retired from wrestling he bought 2 hotels and made them 5 star hotels in a matter of a few years. The restaurant he owned was successful as well which was why I didn't feel even half bad about spending his money.

Sure, I had my own money. After I put the volleyball career behind me, I became a fitness coach and a personal trainer. There was good money in those, but nothing compared to my dad. So I bought a lot of clothes and had loads of fun shopping for shoes, but the few hundred dollars I spent on the tattoo were the best money I've ever spent. I had my baby brother with me at all times, engraved in my flesh and in my soul forever.

I was exiting a restaurant after having lunch when I noticed him. The first emotion I felt was annoyance. I thought this was a big city, damn it! I mumbled to myself as I made my way back inside and watched him. He was talking to a very attractive woman and she seemed to be in to him, so much that she caressed his arm and chest playfully every few seconds.

Why the hell am I hiding from him? I don't even know him and he doesn't know me. When she gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away, smiling, I suddenly got irritated. Men.

Walking out, I quickly disappeared around the corner ending up in front of a gym. My body did feel the need for a good workout. Looking inside the place, I smiled to myself and took a picture of the opening hours.

"Aren't you going to go inside and check it out?" I heard someone ask from behind me.

"No." I smiled as I turned around just to have my smile fade the second I realized who it was. What the hell? "I might come back later."

"Too bad." He smiled. "I might not be here later."

Did he just make a pass at me? I asked myself. This sort of thing used to boost my ego usually, but that man had a kid and he was flirting with another woman just a minute ago. He was also a very close friend of my dad's which was enough for me to know he wasn't good for me. If he was anything like my dad, all the warning signs should go off right about now and I should run as fast and as far as I can.

But something about his smile made me stay. Something about his voice made me blush like I haven't in a very long time. "Are you offering me a tour?" I said and in my head I could hear myself mocking the lame reply.

"You look like you can find your way around a gym just fine. I doubt you need a tour."

Damn he's a smart ass, but clearly knows how to flatter a woman. I tried my best not to check him out. "So what did you have in mind exactly?" I asked and he smiled when he realized I wasn't intimidated by his flirt as he took a step closer towards me.

"I was going to offer you our golden membership." He replied, but we both knew he wasn't being completely honest.

"You work here?"

"You could say that." He whispered in my ear.

"So what is so special about the golden membership?" I asked as my heart started racing when a wave of his scent suddenly surrounded me.

"You get to have coffee with the owner and a special workout session with the best trainer in the gym."

"Do you have any idea how bad that sounds?" I chuckled.

"Which part?" He took a step back and smiled.

"The special workout session."

He looked amused as he closed the gap between us again and leaned in to my ear. "You have a dirty mind."

"You're just as dirty."

"Maybe, but I was talking about anything dirty right now."

"So the workout session is actually a workout session?" I smiled when I realized I fell into his trap like a foolish high school girl.

"It's just a workout session." He confirmed. "But a very special one."

I put my hand on his chest and my knees weakened when I felt his muscles under my touch. Pushing him gently away from me, I smiled. "I might consider that golden membership offer when the owner of this gym decided to be honest instead of playing games."

His smile told me he was impressed with me. He was such a flirtatious jerk, but every bit of it worked on me. "How about just having coffee than?"

"In there?"

"Yes."

"Sorry." I smiled. "I'd have to kindly decline."

"Alright. It was nice meeting you." He offered to shake my hand. "Kindly declining a hand shake too?"

"Afraid so."

I turned to leave but he caught my arm and I felt his body pressed against mine from behind. "I never meant to offend you and I'm sorry if I have. We do actually have a golden membership, I was just playing around. I apologize."

Having his body pressed against mine made my heart stop. I couldn't breathe. Whether it was his smell, his hand griping my arm or the sound of his voice, I don't know. All I know is that my entire body shivered when he spoke so close to me and his breath tickled my ear.

"I was well aware of the playing around, I'm just not interested."

"I respect that."

"So could you let go of my arm?"

"Do you accept my apology?"

"I need to think about it."

When he let go of my arm I felt the wind being sucked out of me. Was I crazy to want more of those games?

I imagined him looking at me as I walked away. I fought myself from turning around, even though I wanted to see his smile again. I wondered how he didn't recognize me. I did look awful in the funeral and I did hide behind a big dark shades, but I knew the day he finally discovers I'm my father's daughter wasn't far away. I was actually looking forward to his reaction when that day finally comes.

Later that evening, my dad texted me the name of a place and asked me to meet him there for dinner. I rolled my eyes and hoped he wasn't drunk out of his ass as I walked in the restaurant to a surprise smiling at me.

"Charlotte." The girl called.

"You two know each other?" My dad asked her.

"Yes, Uncle Ric, we met a few days ago at the tattoo studio."

"You got a tattoo?" My dad gave me a hard stare.

"I did." I smiled.

In the corner of my eyes, I could see how uncomfortable my father's protector was at that moment. When I finally got the nerve to look in his direction and lock eyes with the man I flirted with earlier that day, I tried not to blush, but my face started to burn. The shock on his face mixed with his mellow eyes and uncomfortable smile made me look down. "I'm Hunter." He offered his hand knowing I would not turn down his hand shake in front of my dad.

My entire body shivered as we made contact. "Charlotte."

"I kind of got that." He chuckled.

"This is my baby girl, Hunter." My dad said, proudly.

"It's a pleasure. I've heard a lot about you."

I couldn't understand what was happening to me, but I knew that this night was going to be a very long night.

"Charlotte, can I see the tattoo?"

"Sure, Aurora, but it's not pretty now."

"I know, it takes about 3 weeks to completely heal, but I still want to see it."

"I can't believe you got another tattoo." My dad shook his head.

"Oh, daddy, stop it."

"So can I?" Aurora didn't give up.

"How about I'll stop by Seth's place tomorrow and show you."

"Cool! Thanks."

When the host finally showed us to our table, Aurora and my dad sat down right away, while Hunter remained standing waiting for me to sit as well. The wave of heat that washed over me since I entered the restaurant and saw him, made me excuse myself to the ladies room. I had to collect myself. That man was getting under my skin and I didn't even know him. He was as attractive as he was annoying and on top of that, he was very close with my dad which meant that this was not going to be the last time I see him.

Going out of the ladies room, I almost had a heart attack when I found him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. "So, did you have time to think about it?"

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion as I froze.

"My apology, you said you'd think about it." He smiled.

I tried my hardest not to smile back. "I haven't had time to really think about it, but I'll let you know when I make a decision." When I started walking away, he suddenly blocked my way and I gave him a hard stare.

"Can we… umm… start over?"

"There's no need, really."

"Look, let me buy you a cup of coffee tomorrow…"

"You don't handle rejection very well, do you? I'm not interested, Hunter."

"This is your not interested face? It still needs work."

Damn that man knows how to flirt. "Don't flatter yourself." I said and hoped I kept a straight face.

"I don't have to. You do it so well with your eyes." He smiled wickedly. It felt like he could see right through the tough girl act I was trying to put on.

"Can I please go back to the table?" I huffed.

"Can I just please say one thing before you go?" He asked as he bit his lip and smiled.

"If you must."

"I will be in the gym tomorrow around noon. My offer for coffee still stands."

"Never going to happen." I smiled as I past him and went back to the table.

When I sat down next to my dad, I told him that I was tired and asked him to make this dinner short. I figured 30 minutes will pass until our food gets here and then my dad will talk constantly which will make this evening hell because the man who just returned to the table was getting annoyingly attractive by the minute.

I will not fall for another player. I will not date another womanizer that will sweet talk me into his bed while he dates half the city. Look at him sitting there in his grey shirt and his black suit jacket, thinking he is something special.

"So, Charlotte, your dad tells me you are staying in town for a while."

"Yes." I reluctantly answered.

"And how do you like it so far?"

Look at him trying to make small talk to impress my dad. Urgh! He's so annoying! I could just slap that smile off his face. "It's alright."

"I'm sure that since your dad is my closest friend, this goes without saying, if you ever need something, anything… please don't hesitate to ask."

"I'm sure I can manage just fine, but thank you for the kind offer."

"Hunter owns a very successful gym in town, baby, you can work there if you want." My dad offered as he checked out the menu, missing out on the hard stares Hunter and I were exchanging.

"That's a great idea. Ric has been bragging about how successful you are. My head trainer actually had a snapling accident a few days ago, we could use a successful trainer like yourself in my gym." The evil smile that decorated his face as he was waiting to see how I get myself out of this situation, made me a little angry. I decided to try and get him off my back.

"So how did you two meet?"

He smiled as he put down his glass, acknowledging my attempt to change the subject. "It seems so long ago, I actually don't remember." He dismissed it and I could sense he didn't want to get into it. It was probably something that might show him for who he really was. This was my chance to expose him. "Dad, do you remember how you two meet?"

"It was a long time ago, baby." He answered and kept focusing on the menu.

"No it wasn't." Aurora suddenly joined the conversation. "I remember it. It was Christmas. Daddy and I came to help serve food and give people presents."

"Right." My dad confirmed. "I remember seeing this big, jacked man with an apron serving food to the homeless and I thought to myself, I just have to meet him. We got to talking and it turned out he owned the gym I was going to. From that point on we became friends."

"I love helping out in your restaurant, Uncle Ric. I wait for it all year."

"I know you do, kiddo."

So he volunteers. Big deal.

"Everyone knows what they are ordering?" Hunter asked, clearly trying to change the subject which was odd to me. I was so sure he was going to try and impress me some more with his good deeds, but he was surprisingly quiet the rest of the evening.

Another thing that surprised me was that he picked up the check for dinner and my dad didn't even argue with him. All my life I knew that no matter who sat at the table with my dad, even if it was the president of the United States of America himself, my dad, the great Ric Flair would pay. Everyone knew that the the Stylin' n' profilin', limousine riding, jet flying, kiss-stealing, wheelin' n' dealin' son of a gun would pick up the check. It was a little thing called Naitchin'.

Later that night, on our way home, after having Hunter pretend to be the perfect gentleman and opening the car door for me, I asked my dad about it.

"He wouldn't have it any other way." My dad explained. "We have dinner at least twice a week. One with Aurora and one just the two of us and he never lets me pay. He says I paid for others my entire life and it's time someone else did the same for me. It's a respect thing. I even call it Haitchin'. You know Hunter, Haitchin'."

"I got it, dad." I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, dad, there's something off about him."

"What you mean off?" He nearly burst at me.

"I just don't like him." I muttered.

"You don't know him, Char, he is a good man."

"I know men like him. He is probably using you to get people in his gym."

"Hunter's gym was successful way before I ever met him, that's why I always went there."

"Still, I don't like him." I concluded as I stepped out of the car when he pulled up in front of the house.

When he got out of the care and looked at me, I could see the rage in his eyes. "You wouldn't be talking like that if you knew how much he tried to help Reid."

When I heard my brother's name, I felt like a dagger just stabbed my heart. "What?" I barely let out.

"He's the one who found him in that hotel room. He searched every corner of the city for him that night. You have no idea how much this man has done for your baby brother."

That was the first time my dad mentioned Reid since the funeral. I could see the pain in his eyes when he spoke and it was clear how much he cared about Hunter, but I didn't want to believe it.

"That's a lie." I said as my dad started walking towards the house. "Reid never mentioned him to me. Ever!" I said as I practically chased him to the house.

When I closed the door behind me my dad was already on his way up the stairs. "Of course he never mentioned him. That's the kind of man Hunter is. He doesn't like people talking about him. He has done so much for so many people and never asked for anything in return. He's a humble man, he doesn't parade himself around, but you, you were always like this. Always quick to judge people. I have no idea what reason you could possibly have for disliking him after barely 2 hours you've spent with him."

When I didn't say anything back, he turned and went to his room. I couldn't sleep at all that night. The thought of my baby brother and my dad, the 2 people I loved most in this world being so close with a man I found annoying and fake, kept me up until the early hours of the morning.

Come on, charlotte, be realistic here. A lot of guys hit on you in your life. At least, when he realized you weren't interested, he apologized. Sure he did it in the most annoying and obnoxious way possible and he was so full of himself, but he still apologized. And he offered to start over when he discovered who I was. Clearly he respects my dad and cares for him. You have been wrong before. God only knows you haven't exactly had a good track record with men. The ones you liked were creeps. My dad was right, I was always too quick to judge people and I have been wrong in the past. My divorce and my ex's are a perfect example.

It was noon when I woke up. Dragging my tired body downstairs, I walked into my father's home office to look for him, but he wasn't there. The 3 picture frames on his desk caught my eye and I walked to the other side of the desk to look at them. The first picture was of my dad with the 4 of us. I smiled when I noticed Reid's silly face. The second picture was of my dad with the NWA title and the third one was of my dad and Reid with Hunter and Aurora.

There it was, in a black decorated picture frame, resting on my dad's desk, the proof of how awful I was at reading people. I couldn't have known he was good to Reid. He was close with my dad so naturally I assumed he was just like him, a ladies man, a womanizer who only cared about parties and good time. He also let his daughter hang out in a tattoo studio. Those weren't exactly good points for him.

Even though I loved my dad with all my heart, he wasn't exactly a boy scout, but when it was all said and done, he was a good man.

After taking a shower and taking one of my dad's least luxurious car, I found myself in the last place I expect to be in.

"Excuse me." I asked the extremely jacked receptionist. "Is Hunter around?"

Thank you for reading :)