**Changed the title to Torsion from Twisted**

Chapter 2

After his match, Jon's sour mood hadn't improved, not even after smoking a pre-match cigarette. The way Eviana flaunted herself so openly in front of Bray sickened him. Jon ended up losing his match because his concentration was blown and he missed a spot, ending up suffering the consequences. His mind was solely on Eviana. Kofi Kingston had dropkicked him in the knee when Jon didn't move out of the way in time and it currently throbbed painfully. He managed to finish the match and walked down the hallway with a slight limp, after denying being examined by the trainer, Michael. Nobody could be blamed for this, though Jon would try everything in his power to fault his personal assistant for his lack of focus.

Eviana sat in a metal folding chair looking over the rest of the paperwork she had to do and didn't look up when Jon stumbled inside. She watched the match with Kofi and made a mental note to send the man a fruit basket or something as a way of thanking him for hurting Jon. Whistling happily, her smile was stretched a mile wide on her face and nothing could wipe it away. The short skirt she wore showed off her long tanned legs, not realizing it was driving Jon slowly insane. Without her 2 inch heels, Eviana stood at 5'8 instead of 5'10, so she was a lot shorter than Jon's 6'4 frame. Her mind was currently on Bray and his deep Louisianan accent sending tingles through her body. She couldn't wait to see him on Wednesday, receiving a text message from him not even 5 minutes after she left catering. Bray lived in Brooksville, Florida while she resided in Tampa, the two cities not even an hour apart, working for both parties. The way Bray carried himself in and out of the ring fascinated her. She'd been a fan of his since the moment the Wyatt Family debuted in the company last July and now she was going on a date with the leader.

"What are you so fucking happy about?" Jon snapped, noticing the dreamy look on her face and dropped down in a nearby chair, hissing at his aching knee. It pulsated with pain and Jon tried blocking it out, hoping the injury wasn't worse than a minor tweak.

"None of your business, Ambrose." She retorted cheerfully, flipping through the papers one final time and stapled them together, satisfied with her work.

Eviana tossed them at Jon's feet and stood from the chair, wishing she didn't have a bleeding heart sometimes. Like now. She knew Jon was in pain and could already feel the sorrow filling her body, wanting to help him somehow to take it away. After the way he treated her earlier, Eviana wished all of her feelings for Jonathan Good could vanish into thin air because he didn't deserve the sweat off her backside. She wished she could picture him falling to his death off the shortest pier in the world, but unfortunately it would never happen. Why did she have feelings for a heartless dick like him?

"I'm leaving for the night."

"No you're not." Jon was sure something else was going on with his knee and decided not to be stubborn about getting it checked out. "You're going with me to get my knee checked. That's part of your job, not just the paperwork." He informed her through clenched teeth and smirked at the dark look flashing across her face, the smile gone. Good. If the ice queen couldn't smile around him, she didn't need to do it period. "So cancel your damn plans and get moving."

Carefully standing, Jon cursed when his knee nearly gave out on him and knew it was definitely sprained. He knew injuries well, thanks to his Independent wrestling days and lost count how many he acquired over the years before joining the WWE. Jon had tweaked his knees on several occasions and spilled more blood than people realized, losing brain cells on top of it, but his passion for wrestling never once ceased. It was all he had since he had no family and very few friends he could trust and tolerate.

Honestly, Eviana wouldn't have minded helping him, but the way he commanded her to do things didn't set well with her at all. Jon would never learn. "You are not my problem when it comes to injuries, asshole." She gathered her belongings quickly, leaving the stapled papers consisting of his schedule on the concrete floor of the dressing room. "I don't have plans. I just want to get the fuck away from you. You sicken me, Ambrose. Go get your own damn knee checked and make a trip to hell while you're at it!"

Storming past him, Eviana slammed the dressing room door shut behind her as hard as she could and made her way out of the arena. Her dreamy smile and thoughts of Bray were gone and Eviana growled, tightening the hold on her belongings. Hope he ends up crippled, she thought, tossing everything in the backseat of her rental vehicle and slipped behind the wheel, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as she could.

"THAT CUNT!" Jon bellowed, not believing the audacity of her to leave him in the physical state he was currently in.

Ignoring everything else, including his schedule, Jon managed to grab his bag and slowly limped out of the arena. Screw going to see the trainer, he could take care of his knee himself. He didn't need any help from anyone, especially his ice queen personal assistant. Jon had no idea why he liked annoying her so much other than the fact she reacted to it and in turn egged him on further. Groaning, Jon slipped behind the wheel of his rental vehicle and leaned back for a moment, trying to will the throbbing in his knee to disperse. Eventually, he managed to start the car and drove to the hotel, just wanting his hotel room and some much needed sleep.

20 minutes later, Eviana stood in line at the hotel clerk desk and rolled her eyes at how the woman flirted with the wrestlers in front of her. She wanted to ring the bitch's neck for not doing her job properly. When it was finally her turn to check-in, Eviana didn't say a word to the clerk and snatched her key card off the desk, wheeling her luggage behind her toward the elevator. Jon would be behind her and Eviana wanted to avoid any confrontation with him at the moment. She stepped on when the doors slid open and pushed the number to her floor along with the button 'Close the Door', not wanting to wait for it to do it on its own. A few minutes later, the machine dinged signaling Eviana had arrived on her floor and she immediately walked off, desperately needing a hot bubble bath to relax after the night she had.

There was a vending machine across from her room and Bray stood there staring at it in mild disgust, not happy with any of the selections. "They need a better variety." He grunted, shaking his head and snapped his head to the side when the elevator doors opened, his mood lifting at the sight of Eviana. "You look beat, honey." He said by way of greeting, wearing blue jeans instead of his patent white pants and hooked his thumbs in the belt loops, feet bare along with his upper body.

Eviana had to learn how to breathe again at the sight of Bray's muscular torso, feeling her mouth go dry. "I am." Maybe a cold bath was in order instead of a hot one. This man was already driving her mad, even though he didn't attract her nearly as much as Jon, but that didn't take anything away from Bray. He was sexy in his own mysterious way. "Completely exhausted, actually. I just wanna soak in a bath with a glass of wine and fall asleep before my head hits the pillow." Jon really struck her nerves tonight and drove her to alcohol on an almost nightly basis.

"Sounds like a plan. Go on girl, you look ready to drop." Bray smiled understandingly, his hair currently pulled back in a low tail at the nape of his neck. "I wouldn't want you passing out on me Wednesday from exhaustion."

"You know, we don't have to wait until Wednesday, Bray." Eviana sauntered toward him and gently rested a hand on his bare chest before gliding a single fingernail down his skin and ran it back up again, their eyes locked. "I do have a Jacuzzi in my room and it's so lonely using it by myself." The innocence dripped in her tone mixed with obvious seduction, the smile predatory on her face.

Bray was tempted. Damned if he wasn't tempted to take her up on that offer and knew it showed. "As much as I'd love to, Eviana, we just met and…well honey, I'd like to get to know you in a situation that's not gonna distract me, if you catch my drift." His eyes were filled with regret and sorrow, wanting nothing more than to join her, but knew they had to take this slow. Bray had been through failed relationships and didn't want Eviana to be just another fling or notch on his belt. "If that offends you, I'm sorry."

Stroking his face, Eviana merely smiled softly and pulled back. "It doesn't. Just shows me what kind of man you really are." She leaned up and brushed her lips against his cheek before moving her mouth to hover over his ear. "See you Wednesday, handsome." Turning, she walked into her room and could feel his eyes burning a hole through her back, making a grin stretch across her mouth.

Bray touched his cheek with his hand and couldn't believe how hot it felt from a simple kiss. He groaned, proceeding to fill a bucket of ice and planned on cooling himself off with it. Eviana was too attractive for her own good. Taking an ice cube, Bray closed his eyes and opened his pants enough to drop it directly on his dick, biting his lip at the sting. Wednesday could not come quick enough for Bray and he scampered back to his room to relieve the current problem pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans and thigh.

Quickly locking the connecting door of her room, Eviana stripped and pulled the bottle of wine out of the mini bar the place offered. She made sure to have a bottle of wine delivered to her room in every city she traveled with the WWE. Grabbing a wine glass, Eviana poured a healthy dose and downed half of it, trying to quell the burning in her body. Then she ventured into the bathroom to start her bubble bath and set the wine glass down along with the bottle, turning the faucet of the tub on. Eviana poured the Shea butter scented liquid in the water and swished it around with her hand to make bubbles form faster, the smell instantly soothing her. The water wasn't hot enough to scorch her, but it would help Eviana relax and get her mind off of Jon.

Eviana stepped into the water, reaching out to grab the wine bottle and glass, slowly sinking down into the bubbly liquid closing her eyes. This was one of the few luxuries she enjoyed, especially after everything Jon put her through tonight. An hour later, Eviana exited the bathroom in a cotton robe with her wet hair swept up in a clip on top of her head, needing ice. She had resignedly ended the bubble bath earlier than normal and grabbed the ice bucket on her way out of the room, key card in hand. Groaning, Eviana stopped at the sight of her current nemesis and contemplated going back to her room, but she desperately needed ice. He's not going to intimidate me, she thought, and put one foot in front of the other walking toward the ice machine he wasn't at, since there were two, and began filling her bucket up silently.

After being ordered by the main boss, Vince McMahon, to get have his knee checked out by Michael, Jon was ready for this night to end. Vince had threatened suspicion with no pay if he didn't comply with the order. Jon had no choice and did what the boss wanted. Once at the hotel, Jon was no longer angry and exhausted, not even agitated when he realized there was no ice in his room. He needed it for his tweaked knee, thankfully that's all it was and he'd be cleared to wrestle at Smackdown! the following night. The smell of Shea butter filtered through the air and Jon glanced to his right, seeing his personal assistant standing there, looking as tired as he felt. He didn't blame her, especially with all the crap he'd put her through lately and heaved a weary sigh.

"Are you alright?" He had to ask, his voice gruff because of his injured knee.

Cocking a brow at Jon, Eviana considered answering his question and shrugged, digging further in the machine for more ice. "I'm as good as can be expected, Ambrose." She didn't bother asking how he was because the aggrieved look on his face was explanation enough.

"Hurt?" Jon asked when he noticed Eviana reach up to rub the back of her neck, not looking anywhere except her face.

"No, just tense. You do that to me." Eviana retorted softly and finished shoveling ice in the bucket, shutting the lid to the machine.

It was the truth. She wouldn't lie to him. Jon didn't deserve to be treated with respect because he never gave it back. However, Eviana was a kind hearted person and believed there was good in everyone, no matter how despicable they appeared to be.

"I'm sorry, Eviana." Jon apologized, regret in his gritty tone and lowered his gaze from her, not believing how much stress he'd caused her. Hopefully she would accept his apology without being an ice bitch to him.

Blinking, both eyebrows rose up to Eviana's hairline, or so it seemed, and she simply stared back at him in pure perplexity. Did Jonathan Good just apologize to her? "I don't believe I've ever heard you apologize to me before." She stated openly, reaching up to brush some of the curls from his forehead and left the back of her fingers against his skin. "Are you sick or something, Ambrose?"

He didn't blame her for being skeptical. Jon couldn't fight back the smile crossing his face and chuckled softly. "I don't know. Am I running a fever, Doc?"

"Surprisingly no." Eviana pulled her hand from his forehead and held the bucket of ice under her arm, wondering how they were having a civil conversation in the hallway of a hotel of all places. "Go rest that knee and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah – uh – see you tomorrow. Do you need a ride or…?" Jon felt awkward suddenly and shuffled his feet, being careful of his knee.

"Nope, got my rental, but I'll meet you at the arena around noon. Have a good night."

Jon watched her walk away back to her room and headed back to his own, a million thoughts running through his mind. That was not typical Eviana behavior. Then again, being nice to her wasn't his normal forte either. It was nice to not be at each other's throats for once. After wrapping his knee in ice, Jon laid in bed in the darkness with a cigarette and finished it before falling asleep.