AN: Okay so there will be some pretty themes through out this story such as sex, violence, drug use, and language in later chapters. Some things will be pretty explicit while others will be mature enough for everyone to read. I didn't put that in the Prologue which I should have, so I'm letting you guys know now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the WWE .


Chapter 1

Tampa Florida, present time 2013

A man laid in his bed using his arm as pillow a smug smile was displayed on his lips as he moaned.

" Damn just like that." He breathed out peering down at the sexy blonde as her pink tongue licked the tip from the head of his shaft while her light brown eyes stared up at him hungrily before taking him into the full warmth of her mouth.

He jerked his hips up gently in a slow rhythm getting more turned on from the view of him getting himself off using the woman's mouth any way he pleased.

The ring from his cell phone made him grit his teeth, maybe if he'd just ignore it? The horrendous sound vibrated through his ears he sat up on his elbow reaching over looking at the caller ID rolling his eyes then using his thumb to swipe the answer button on his touch screen.

" This better be good I'm kind of busy at the moment." He spoke

" Dude what the fuck John?! I have you been doing for the past hour? I've been trying to get in contact with you." A voice spoke to him on the end.

" I'm not sure if your willing to hear that answer Phil, " John looked at the woman winking at her, as his member popped out her mouth causing her to giggle. He held up his finger to his lips to tell her keep quiet.

" Well you know it's seven o'clock a.m. in the morning in case if you haven't forgot all mighty 'Cena' you had that assembly to attend to at eleven, of course you have to review that...Paper work." He whispered the last word to him.

John craned his neck to look at the alarm clock gazing at the lime green numbers that now read seven o' one a.m. The blonde walked up crawled up having her lips come in contact with his abs, his chest then teasingly nipping at one of nipples causing him to bite back groan.

He despised Phil interrupting him at this time, he knew he was right . He gently pulled himself away wincing at his hard on, as he carefully stood up from the bed. Holding the phone away from his ear, he spoke something in Russian to the blonde who crawled towards the edge of bed like a cat arching her back as if hypnotized by her beauty. The shouting on the phone snapped him out of his daze bringing the phone back to his ear.

" Are you even listening to me?!" Phil yelled on the other end of the phone.

" Yeah! since when do I not?" John snorted turning around walking to his window pulling back the curtains gazing at the breathtaking view of the ocean, the golden sunrise gracing the earth once again with it's presence.

He didn't mind standing in front of the window stark naked since no one would be able to see him from this view, though he had the freedom to see the early joggers and surfers on the beach from his suite.

" Listen John some times you annoy the hell out of me, other days I love you like a brother you arrogant bastard. I'm not an second mom this is something you can't neglect." Phil spoke.

John felt his member twitch when his eyes zoomed in on a figure of a woman curves and shapely wearing a short sleeve tank and jogger shorts. Her hair was rich auburn, he couldn't help but admire how the sun made her hair shine bright even from this distance . The woman seemed to be in her own world running along listening to the music attached to her head phones. Leaning his head on the window to see her retreating form he could also make out she had a nice rear.

He felt kind of perverted watching her like that, maybe it was because A). He was still horny B) there was a hot blonde Russian chick waiting for him C) He just loved women in general D). He just plainly loved sex and all of the above.

He gazed at his reflection from the window his blue eyes staring back himself. " Listen Phil I understand your naturally a moody worry wort but, trust me...I'll get everything done. I'll see you later."

" Yeah Yeah." He could see Phil rolling his eyes as the other man hung up.

John hung up his own phone, though he still was on a sex high he couldn't deny what Phil meant there were tons of things he couldn't neglect now. That still didn't mean he couldn't have fun as a mischievous smirk formed on his face. He turned around walking back to the Blonde who now lay on her back her hands sliding up on the inside of her thigh, she dipped on of her fingers teasingly into her wet folds. The way she was exposing her most intimate flesh made what Phil talked about earlier disappear.

He placed the phone down on the mattress, letting one of his large hands caress the smooth skin of a her outer thigh positioning himself now in between her legs. From what he would like to call 'Heaven.' He had til eleven, so he had plenty of time to kill.


Amy Dumas jogged up the wooden steps from the back patio to her house, she unhooked her iPod from her arm turning off the device while pulling the earphones from her ears. She then turned around stretching her limps still taking in the breath taking view of the sky above her. Once she was done stretching her had twisted the knob to the double french doors, entering her kitchen locking the door behind her.

She began humming a tune walking to her cabinet pulling out a bucket of Folgers coffee placing it on the counter then pulling out her coffee maker machine. She also walked over to laptop that laid on the kitchen island cabinet flipping it checking her emails.

smiling at the Birthday wishes close friends had sent for her . She excitedly exited the kitchen running up the stairs until she made it to a door. That it was spray painted navy had pictures of rockets, shooting stars, planets surrounding the huge name in bold letters ' Brandon.'

Amy entered the room, trying to trip over the piles of clothes and basketball near his bed. She watched as her son had a arm wrapped around her dog Makenzie who lay nestled close to him. Her other doh Lucas laid at the end of the bed.

She walked close to the bed moving the light brown hair out of his eyes to see his long eye lashes brush against his rosy cheeks. She leaned forward kissing his forehead, than began singing to him. " Happy birthday to you." she kissed his cheek, then proceeded to sing again, " Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Brandon Happy Birthday to you." She watched as her son stirred awake, then smiled at her rolling on his back to rub the sleep from his eyes. His greyish blue eyes connected with hers sitting up in the bed.

" Do I have to go to school today?" he pouted fending off a yawn.

" Yes your turning eight today not eighty and by the looks of it, were both going to be late if you don't get a move on." She walked over to his windows pulling open the blinds having sunlight illuminate his room.

" But mom!," He whined rubbing his eyes with his fist. " No buts buddy I don't know how long you spent playing on your Nintendo DS... yeah don't think I didn't see that light coming from under sheets Harry Potter your not missing school no exceptions besides you have that assembly today."

Brandon pouted lying down on the bed, " Then what's the point of having a mom as a art teacher, if you can't even call me in?"

Amy placed her hands on hips, " Unlike other moms I want my son to move on to the next grade. " She said walking up to his dresser drawer pulling out clothes for him to wear. Before she knew it, tiny hands pulled clothes from her hands looking up at her,

" Well if I'm eight that means I'll be able to pick out my own clothes from now on."

Amy sighed yes her little man was growing up. He was growing up everyday there was a part of her that wanted to stop time but how could she miss out on middle school, high school, graduation, college...marriage.

" Okay I leave this one to you." she held up her hands, tears forming in her eyes.

" Don't cry mom." Brandon wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on her stomach. Amy wrapped her arms around him letting a hand run through his hair.

" There's are tears of happiness, this is a moment I want to remember just like all the other remarkable moments you'll have in your life." smiled they pulled apart, she quickly turned him around and swatted him on the behind.

" Ow!'' he yelled rubbed his behind.

" Get ready! " she said walking out the room.


" Yeah after that I'll be at the station tonight so I'll be home around ten just make sure Brandon gets his homework done and cleans his room." Amy spoke on the phone putting Brandon's lunch in his lunch bag. She glanced at the clock it was eight-thirty and School started at nine.

" Shit! No not you I'm almost late I'll talk to you later okay bye bye." She hung up the phone.

Grabbing her lap top and work books throwing everything in her bag. " Brandon come on we got to go."

" Coming." He said running down stairs the dogs following behind him. Amy opened his back pack throwing his lunch bag in, then tossing his back pack towards him, he caught it with ease slipping his arms through the loops. Then zipping up the zipper of his windbreaker grabbing one of the helmets off the counter. Amy grabbed her things opened the door punching in the number to house alarm, " Come on bye Lucas and Mackenzie." she said as they both walked closing the door. They both ran towards her jet black 2011 Kawasaki z100 in the drive way she helped put Brandon's helmet on his head making sure it was secure. Slipping on her jacket, then her placing the strap from messenger bag across her body.

Amy put her own helmet on her head. As both of them got on Brandon placed his arms tightly around her waist, as she stuck her key in starting the engine backing up. " Okay baby were running pretty late, just hold on tight whatever you do." Brandon nodded his head.

She looked down at her watch, it was eight-forty seven, gosh how time seemed to fly.

Soon Amy was pulling away from her house moving fast across the neighbor hood leading to the busy streets, she wouldn't dare try any daring moves with Brandon on the bike with her.

Amy forgot all about rushing, just decided to enjoy the time she got to share with her son even if they both were going to be late. Just then a car cut right in front of her not signaling a lane change causing Amy to smash on her breaks just in time to stop at the red light.

" Are you alright honey?" she she asked turning her head to look over at Brandon who nodded his head. Amy switched into the other lane causing on coming cars to honk at her. She took in the sleek red Audi r8. The window was down she glanced at the man who had the cell phone up to his ear, wearing some tailor made suit, and aviators shielding his eyes. She saw the dimples forming on his clean shaven face as he smiled at who ever he was talking to on the other line. Another man sat next to him, rubbing the stubble of his beard while his free arm was out the window nodding his head to music playing. This kind of infuriated her, did he not see her coming, he could made her flip her bike over.

She lifted up the shield of her helmet showcasing her face then spoke up, " Hey you!" she shouted, the man nodded his head turning to look at her then back at the road, he quickly turned his head back in her direction told who was on the line with that he'd call them back turning down the music even lower.

His eyebrows raised as he pointed to his chest then rested his elbow on out the window " Are talking you to me?" he questioned with a pompous attitude that seemed to make her blood boil even more.

" No I'm talking to De Niro sitting beside you!" she spat causing the other man glance in her direction now. This caused the driver to smirk showcasing the dimples she saw moments before. He pulled his aviators down the bridge of his nose showing his blue eyes now.

"Sometimes there are families who travel on this street, try to be a little bit more considerate by signaling next time! You don't own the road jack ass." She rolled eyes pulled the shield over her face again as both men looked in back of her to see a small figure gripping tight around her waist. The light turned green they both took off at the same speed.

" Classy." The man shouted at her, causing Amy to look back at him, then flipping him off with perfectly manicured finger then daintily waving goodbye speeding off in the opposite direction mumbling something about his lame buzz cut.

She wasn't aware that both men stared at her riding away with their mouths hung open. The man in the passenger seat started cracking up with laughter hitting the driver on the chest as if that was the highlight of his day. The other man glanced at him, " You don't own the own the road Jackass." he tried to mimic her feminine voice , then pushing his aviators over his eyes. " Please I have enough money in the world to own this road." He said frowning.

" Aww it's alright Johnny Boy, it's okay don't let her get to you." Phil snickered.

Amy was silent then spoke loudly enough for Brandon to hear her, " Sorry about that baby." she said.

" It's alright." he responded.

Though the guy seemed like a stuck up bastard Amy had to admit, he did have beautiful eyes.


AN: So there you guys go chapter 1. Amy and John actually talked to each other. Wait until they meet ;)

So Amy's a mom, and John's a playboy things are about to get interesting. Tell me what you guys think?

Orchidxxx