Jasmine's Point Of View
I yawned and looked over beside me, it was 6:30 in the morning, and surprisingly, Brock was still in my bed, sleeping away. I slowly climb out of bed, careful not to wake him, he can be a bit on the cranky side when he wakes up. I walked over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of light blue jeans, and a simple black tank top. Then walked over to my bathroom, needing to take a shower quickly, I wanted to make sure I had everything ready, before Summer got here today.
After I finished my shower I got dressed, and blow dry my hair. After I'm finished with all that, I walk out into my bedroom, and see Brock was coming around, sitting on the edge of my bed, he had his pants on, and was putting his socks and shoes on. "What time do you want me to come over tonight?" I questioned, walking over towards the bed. "So I know, what to tell Summer, she wants to go to that new club that's opening." I added.
"Be at my place by 1, I've got to go out with Paul, for some business anyway." Brock shrugged, standing up grabbing his shirt, and putting it on.
"Okay, I'll be there." I nodded, as Brock wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck.
Brock dropped his arms from around me, when he heard my phone go off, he looked to my side table, where my phone was laying. "Who's calling you, so early?" Brock raised a brow.
I shrugged, and walked over to my phone, I picked it up, and saw it was a number I didn't recognize. "I don't know who it is." I shook my head, and sent it to voicemail. "If they need something, they'll leave a message." I shrugged, dropping my phone on the bed.
A few seconds later, we heard the tell tale ding, signaling a message, from my phone. I picked it up and played the message, kind of interested to see who it was.
Voice Message: Hey Red, it's Ambrose, let me start by saying, you have one hell of a sexy phone voice, but that's not why I called, I think you should stop playing hard to get, I mean you are hot as hell, and I'm a pretty good looking guy, so I just think you should give it up already, I saw the chemistry we have on screen, and I think we can transmit that off screen, you should really give me a chance.
I shook my head, and turned to Brock, I saw he was red-faced with anger. "How the fuck does he have your number?" Brock screamed at me.
Damn it Dean, you have no idea what you just got me into.
"I don't know, I swear, Brock I don't know how he got my number." I said, putting my arms out, right in front of me, as he charged for me. "I'll make sure, I delete and block the number, so he can't call or text me, just relax." I said, my hands firmly planted on his chest.
"Why the fuck does he think it's okay for him to call you?" Brock growled.
"I don't know, it's not like he knows we are together." I shook my head, hoping he'd relax, and not flip out on me to much, this isn't my fault, I have no idea how he got my number.
"I swear, I'm going to fucking smash his face in." Brock spat. "You block his damn number now." Brock growled.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it." I said, quickly grabbing my phone, and blocking his number, turning it around to show him. "It's done." I said softly.
"Good." Brock growled, and shook his head, walking over to the dresser, where he had put his phone, and keys and grabbed them. "I'll see you later tonight." Brock said, not even looking in my direction, as he headed out of my room, heading towards the door.
"Brock, don't leave angry, this isn't my fault." I sighed, following behind him.
Brock got to the door, opening it and turning around to face me. "Don't be late." Brock said coldly, then walked out the door, slamming it.
Fucking Christ Ambrose, you just made my life 10 times, harder then it already was, thanks a lot.
I shook my head, as I walked back to my bedroom, I should of known, he'd blame me, for Ambrose getting my number, how was I supposed to know, he'd sneak around and get my number, this weekend isn't going to be a fun one, by any means.
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It was Monday, and we were in Brock's home town, and he was of course going to have his family with him, so of course I'm going to have to see him with his wife again, I know who am I to get jealous of Brock, being with his wife, but that doesn't mean I want to watch him all over her. After getting ready for the night, putting on a tight knee length V-neck dress, and red pumps. I smiled when I saw Summer, heading in my direction. "Hey you." I smile at Summer.
"What's up lady?, this weekend, was so much fun, although you seemed a little off, and distracted." Summer said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, just some issues." I shrugged.
"Man issues?" Summer raised a brow. "Are you seeing someone?"
"It's complicated." I shook my head.
"Who is it?" Summer asked intrigued.
"Not right now, it's not a good time to talk about it." I shook my head.
"Who is it?, come on tell me?" Summer whined.
"Well, hello beautiful." Dean walked up next to us, putting his arm around me. "Summer." Dean smiled, then turned his attention, back to me.
Summer, looked between us and I could almost see the light bulb, go off in her head. "Well, don't you two make a cute little couple." Summer almost squealed.
"Summer." I rolled my eyes.
"I've been telling her the same thing." Dean smirked, down at me.
I shook my head, slipping out of his arms. "I've got places, to be." I rolled, my eyes and walked off.
I have to steer clear of Dean Ambrose, for the rest of the night, the last thing I want it to have to deal with Brock, being pissed because Dean, is all over me again.
xXxXx
I walked into my hotel room, I was so tired, I managed to steer clear of Dean the rest of the night, but I caught Summer, running her mouth to some of the other's backstage that she thought Dean and I make a cute couple, I told them of course Dean and I were in fact, NOT in a relationship, and Summer, reads to much into things. I put my bag down, on top of my bed, kicking my shoes off next. I tell you I'm ready to jump into the bath tub, then hit the sack for the night, thankfully Brock already told me this morning, he wasn't going to be stopping by.
I heard a banging on the door, it startled me, I swear they were going to bust through the door. I walked over to the door, turning the doorknob, the second I did the door busted open, and knocked me to the ground. I looked up to see Brock in the doorway, I scoot back, shocked I didn't understand, where this came from, why he was so angry. "Brock." I whimpered, as he snatched me off the ground, using both my arms to pull me to him.
"I could fucking kill you." Brock yelled in my face.
"I don't understand." I cried out, as he shook me.
"You're with Dean Ambrose, now?" Brock screamed at me, shoving me into wall.
I scream out, when my back hits the wall, hard, I've never felt such a pain in my life, he's never been so rough with me. "No, No." I cried out, shaking my head.
"How come, I hear everyone talking about it all over backstage?, huh?, tell me that?" Brock slammed me once again, into the wall, this time letting go, and letting me slide down the wall.
"I swear, I swear Brock, Summer saw Dean trying to flirt with me, and she just ran with it, I told her it wasn't true." I cried, tears forming in my eyes.
Brock tangled his hand in my hair, yanking me up of the ground, and slamming back to the wall. Grabbing me by the throat, using that to pin me to the wall. "Why were you flirting with him?, I warned you damn it, I warned you if I found out, you were to try to leave me, if you tried to move on, what would happen." Brock snarled, squeezing with all his might on my throat.
"No, No, I'm not, I'm not." I choke out.
"You can't be trusted." Brock growled.
"I swear, I'm not trying to leave you." I cried, trying to release his grip on my throat. "I love you."
"You love me huh?" Brock growled, using the hand on my throat, to throw me across the room. I landed over by the bed, hitting the back of my head, on the bottom of the bedframe. "Why would you do this to me damn it?, I fucking love you, and you do this to me?" Brock started over towards me.
"No, I haven't done anything, I swear Brock, I'll do whatever you want me to do, I swear I'll do whatever, I have to do to make you believe me." I cry the tears now streaming down my face. "I swear, I love you, I love you Brock, please don't do this, please just stop, please don't hurt me." I cry.
"You'll do whatever I say?, will ya?" Brock raised a brow, slowly stalking towards me. "From now on, you no longer are friends with Summer, since she can't keep her mouth shut about things, she has no idea about." Brock grabbed my arm, and yanked me up off the ground, forcing me to sit in front of him on the bottom of the bed.
"Okay, whatever you say, I'll do whatever you say, to prove to you, I'm not lying to you." I whimpered, as he reached out to run his finger along the side of my face.
"That's what I want to hear." Brock smirked, grabbing me by the side of the neck, and pulling me up to him. "And, from now on, if you see Dean Ambrose, heading your way, you head in the other direction, do you hear me, I don't want that man, anywhere near you, and I sure as hell better never find out, he ever has his arm around you again, he's not to touch you, NO ONE, is to touch you, no one, but me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, I swear, I won't let him anywhere near me again, I promise." I whisper.
"Good, now I hope I never have to get like this again, do you know how much I hated having to do this?" Brock sighed.
"I didn't do anything." I cried, shaking my head.
"But, you can't expect me to know that, when that's all I'm hearing backstage, look I'm sorry, I know I jumped to the wrong conclusion." Brock shook his head.
Again, once again, you jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Can we just forget about this, move on?." I shook my head. "Just move on together, forget about this slip up?"
"That sounds like a plan to me." Brock leaned down and kissed me.
I smiled slightly, and watched him walk over towards the bed, stripping his shirt off, knowing what was next, I knew I had to figure out how to get away from him, I couldn't stay with him, but I can't leave him, until I can find a way out, and not get myself hurt in the processes, I have to play along, but I do know that I have to get out, I have to find a way out of this relationship, or I'll never find happiness, and I'll never be truly safe.
Note From The Author: Now we have Chapter 4, I hope you enjoy it, I think it's a good thing, Jasmine is starting to realize, she can't just continue to be Brock's mistress, she has to find a way out. Hopefully she'll still give Dean a chance, so he can help her.
takerschick-Thanks, glad you liked it, I love sneaky Dean, I think he's going to put out all the stops, for Jasmine. Thanks for reading!
Angeliexc- Thanks I'm glad you like it, I feel ya I'm a huge Lesnar fan also, but I needed someone, who would be super intimidating and you have to admit, Lesnar is super intimidating lol, thanks for reading, hope you continue to enjoy it.