Last Name
by barry effin gibb
chapter three;
Run Your Mouth
The morning had been spent with Mike pacing back and forth in the hotel room, absolutely and completely frazzled at the idea that he was married. He was now on the phone on the balcony, relaxing in a chair while he babbled loudly into his Blackberry.
"No, no, no, Vince, I told you I was sorry! I don't know what I was thinking," he said loudly, "I know that if I got to the courthouse soon, we could get it annulled," he offered, looking down to the pool outside of his room – spotting Mackenzie at the side of the pool.
She was laid out, wearing a hot pink bikini, which accentuated her tanned skin, he watched her quietly as she pushed her dark curls up into a ponytail and relaxed in her lawn chair. He bit his lip before nodding his head, hearing Vince tell him what he already really knew.
"If you get a divorce one week before the biggest show of the year, Mike, it will kill your image," Vince told him while Mike ran his hand through his hair. He sighed and rest his feet up on the railing.
Quietly, Mike looked back down to see the chair empty and Mackenzie walked to the edge of the pool.
"So, what are you saying?" Mike said exhausted, his eyes on her. He couldn't help but think that he couldn't have gotten luckier. He could've had beer goggles on the night before, he could've had a horrible looking girl but this one – this one was absolutely gorgeous.
"I'm saying we have to work with it. You need to keep her around, play it up – play the happy married couple and go everywhere with her. Your wedding "photos" are already up. At least you splurged and didn't get a crappy wedding in Vegas. This one looks actually tasteful."
Mike groaned and rubbed his eyes before looking down as she swap around, cooling off as Vegas's weather was at least ninety degrees.
"How long until I can divorce her?" he asked. He could already tell that this would not fly so well with the brunette. He watched her slide out of the water, the water leaving her body in drips – her hands pulling her hair up in a ponytail – making her way back to the lounge chair – laying out again.
Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.
"Six months," Vince said. "The schedule is slow then – you'll be able to get it done quick."
"Fine," Mike sighed. "Now I have to go tell Mrs. Mizanin that she's stuck with me for a while," he said. "Thanks, Vince," then he hung up. "For nothing."
Mackenzie had learned about an hour ago that this was best left up to Mike; she trusted him that he would get it sorted out and she would sign anything to make sure she wouldn't have to stay married.
Her eyes were closed as she felt shade fall on her body, then a voice broke her silence.
"Mrs. Mizanin, I must say, I picked one hell of a wife," Mike nodded, sitting down on the edge of her chair.
Mackenzie looked up, pushed her sunglasses over her eyes and then propped her feet up in his lap. He let his hands rest on her shins, slapping them once.
"Just let it happen," she said, motioning to her feet before propping herself up on her arms. "What's the situation?"
"Some tool on Jersey Shore," Mike nodded before smiling. Mackenzie had to admit, that smile did make her melt a bit. "Nah, uh – Vince told me that we need to stay together," he said.
"But I thought you said that Vince would help us!" Mackenzie pouted.
Mike shrugged, "Believe me, so did I," he groaned. "I wish that he did – but he said if we make it to six months, we can divorce. It's just with Wrestlemania right around the corner, it would kick my image's ass," he frowned.
Quietly, Mackenzie groaned.
"If you stay with me, I will make these six months amazing for you. Credit cards, access to my money – all of that, you can get anything you want, I promise."
Mike was begging – and reaching – of course. For him to be willing to give her access to his credit cards and bank accounts was a sign of desperation.
"You could live in LA at my apartment when I'm on the road or even come with me! Just keep the facade up that we're married! Cars, homes, money... everything you'd ever dream of."
Mackenzie was tempted, "What about school?"
He was stumped for a second, "Online! Or transfer to UCLA – please," he begged, his hands sliding up and down her shins.
She rolled her eyes, "You owe me big time, Mizanin."
Mike leaned over and kissed her lips in happiness – she said yes, his reputation was still intact. When his lips pressed against her's, he felt something... he felt her reach up and touch his cheek and he deepened it, his hand sliding up to rest on her hip.
When he finally broke the kiss, he smiled softly at her – while she looked somewhat dazed.
"Get off of me, Mike," she said after a second of silence.
He smiled and moved off of the chair, "We leave Vegas tonight to go to Monday Night Raw," he said, "Ready to get out of here?"
"Whatever happened to what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Mackenzie asked, getting up and gathering her things, only for them to be picked up by Mike.
Mike let out a soft chuckle, "It's only valid when you don't marry a professional wrestler," he winked. "C'mon, let's get outta here."
short chapter; but it's setting things up loves, i promise.
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