''Wa... What are you doing here?'' He asked, alarming himself, figuring Chris had to be somewhere on the premises.
''Um… What am I doing here?'' She asked herself aloud, feeling embarrassed that she'd forgotten why she was there. Rubbing her hands together, trying to get warm. Good question...
He raised a brow at her, and leaned up against the door frame waiting for her explanation.
''Um... gosh it's freezing out here.'' She continued, turning around to look out at her car trying to stall a bit.
''If you want, I can go make you some hot chocolate. But I'm not sure if I should allow you into my home.'' Dwayne replied, still being a bit skeptical of her.
''Okay, that's fine. I'll… just wait out here.'' She nodded, her teeth now chattering.
He let out a sigh as he looked down at the ground, then back over at her hating his guilty conscience. ''You should come in,'' He offered, opening the door only wide enough for her to enter in passed him.
''Thanks.'' She replied, catching him eyeing her as she walked in passed him. He pointed her down the hall towards the kitchen, and as she began her walk she looked around at his place finding it quite relaxing. It wasn't that far off from what she expected, and as she walked passed some of the rooms, she noticed an open door, and inside was a whole bunch of autographed sports equipment. She quickly stopped and stood out at the door frame examining the room, and quickly finding interest in his trophy case. ''You like football?'' She asked, turning back to look at him as he walked up behind her and leaned against the door-frame looking down at her.
''Like is an understatement.'' He stated, as he walked over to the trophy case. ''Before becoming a wrestler, my dream was to be a professional football player. I played in high school, and I was good.'' He added, looking over at Trish who seemed too interested in what he had to say to interrupt him ''So good that I was heavy recruited by many different colleges, but in the end I picked The University Of Miami, playing the defensive tackler.''
''I'm really glad you got to live out your dream.''
''Yeah, a very short lived dream. '' He then let out a deep sigh, ''Sometime in the year of 1991, I ended up with an injury that kept me on the sidelines and ended up getting replaced.''
''Wow, well that really sucks.'' Trish sighed, looking at him staring over all of the trophies he had won. ''Well I guess it's kind of a good thing, because you're actually a really great wrestler.'' She continued quickly trying to change the subject.
''I know,'' He smirked over at her, as walked back over to where she was standing.
''Never avoiding a chance to toot your own horn, eh Rocky?'' She joked, as they both started down the hall towards the kitchen.
''No need, when you just did it for me.'' He grinned, as he followed behind her.
She just rolled her eyes at that comment, admiring his confidence. ''So do you live here alone?'' She questioned, looking over her shoulder at him wondering why anyone would need such a big house for just one person.
''Well, yeah.'' He nodded, as they turned into his kitchen, ''What? You thinking I should maybe, move my parents in with me?'' He teased, walking passed her, over to a nearby cabinet. ''I mean, I probably wouldn't mind the company since I'm hardly ever home anyways.''
"'Well, I'm not saying that. Just wondering why do you need such a big house?'' She asked in curiosity, ''I mean, like is it just to entertain your ladies or something?'' She wondered as she walked in and took a seat down in one of his bar stools that was placed in front of the island that rested in the middle of the kitchen.
''You almost sound jealous about that,'' He smirked, closing the cabinet after he found the hot chocolate, quickly turning to catch her reaction.
''No, just curious.'' She replied acting very nonchalant, watching him as he pulled two glasses out of the dish washer, ''So, do you like to see a lot of different woman, or are you just focusing on one?''
He turned around to her doing his signature eye brow raise wondering where all this was coming from, ''So I take it you think I'm a player.'' He grinned as he walked over to the fridge and began to fill the glasses with water.
''I honestly don't know, how about you tell me?'' She asked in an almost demanding tone.
He found her jealousy kind of amusing and decided that he didn't really have to answer to her demands, so he decided to answer her question with a question, ''Do you think I'm a player?'' He asked raising a brow over at her as he began to fill the second glass.
She shrugged, ''Maybe?''
''Nice answer.'' He replied, smiling over at her as he poured the coco into the glasses, ''Speaking of answers, you never told me why you had come over.''
''Oh, um… I guess I just felt the need to apologize for somewhat interfering in your matches.''
''And..?'' He questioned, figuring if she just wanted to apologize she could've just gotten his phone number from someone around the arena.
''And… That's it.'' She shrugged, knowing that if she was going to continue working for Chris that she couldn't let her feelings for Dwayne show at this point.
''Okay.'' He replied, just shrugging it off as he put the two glasses into the microwave and cut it on, ''Well, if you want to stick around a bit longer, I had Rocky on in the living room if you care to watch it with me.''
''Rocky?'' She asked, not being too familiar with that movie, ''Are you in it?''
''Nah,'' He said in complete shock, '' Sylvester Stallone stars in it.''
''Oh,'' She replied, ''So what's it about?''
'' A small time boxer gets a once in a lifetime chance to fight the heavyweight champ in a bout in which he strives to go the distance for his self-respect'' He answered as he leaned back against the counter still shocked that Trish had never seen this movie.
''Sounds… Interesting.'' Trish replied, not being so sure if this movie was for her but just agreeing because she wasn't exactly ready to go home just yet.
''I think you'll like it.'' He smirked over to her, as he opened the microwave wrapping a napkin around each glass before handing her one.
''Hm... Maybe,'' She shrugged, before taking a sip of her coco.
''Want any snacks or anything to go with the movie?'' He asked, as he grabbed a big bag of cool ranch Doritos off the fridge.
''Um, I think I'll be fine.'' She answered, sitting her glass down on the table, and reaching in her jacket pocket for her cellphone, to check the time. ''Wow, its 1:15.''
''Yeah, '' He replied, looking over at the time on the microwave, ''You want to just catch the movie some other time?'' He asked, remembering how early that they had to get up in the morning.
''No, no… It's fine,'' Trish replied, as she climbed down from the bar stool, ''I actually really want to see this movie.'' She lied.
''Okay, sure.'' He nodded, deciding that it was too late for snacks, so he put the Doritos back before leading her out to theater room instead, feeling like it would make the movie more interesting for her.
As they made it inside, Trish instantly noticed the marbled floors and the dim lighted ceiling; it was a very relaxing setting. He then grabbed her hand and led her to a seat, it honestly felt more like a date than anything. He was very calming and sweet as the movie started and he seemed more into her than it as well. She really liked his attention, and at times when they did pay attention to the movie, he'd tell her about the new characters that were introduced and their involvement in the story. She couldn't help but be taken by him, as they both continued on with the movie eventually falling asleep. Around 10:30am Trish's cell went off, waking both her and Dwayne up.
''Um... Hello?'' She answered sleepily.
''Trish, where the hell are you? Our plane was supposed to be leaving thirty minutes ago!'' Chris fussed, ''And don't bother saying your back at the hotel, because I had dropped by your hotel, and you were nowhere to be found! Care to explain where you might be at?''
''Oh shit, it's Chris!''
There's chapter 3 :) I'm glad you like it so far, I'll try to keep getting one out at least once a day. And again tell me if I need to change anything.