Chapter 4

Not as tall as other wrestlers she encountered, his arms looked ready to burst out of the short sleeved black top clinging to his muscular frame. Krystal had a hard time breathing, feeling like the oxygen had been sucked from her lungs. She wasn't sure if it was his hypnotic chocolate eyes or his two toned hair – a quarter of it dyed blonde on the right side of his head. Maybe it was the soft beard surrounding his chin, cheeks and mouth. He was encased in a pair of black cargo pants, black boots - his tactical vest attachment back in the locker room.

He won't hurt me, Krystal mentally coached, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and gestured to the exam table. "Have a seat." She murmured quietly, waiting for him to do so before grabbing her tray rolling it over. "So what's wrong with your knee exactly?"

"You're not gonna ask me what my name is first?"

Krystal swallowed hard, trying to avoid eye contact with him and failed. "Alright, what's your name?" She asked softly, looking up into his chocolate eyes.

"Colby." He extended his hand, a gentle smile curving his bearded mouth. "Colby Lopez. I'm 1/3 of the Shield."

Now she felt like an idiot, remembering seeing the Shield on Raw a few months ago since she watched the product on a weekly basis. "I thought you looked familiar, but I wasn't sure." Krystal hated lying, but she'd already made a fool of herself enough in front of this man and didn't want to expand it. "Seth Rollins, right?"

Colby grinned, throwing up a thumbs up and chuckled when she blushed. "You got it, sweetheart. And what's your name?" He hoped that wasn't too forward.

"Krystal." She wished her cheeks would stop turning into tomatoes, but had a feeling they wouldn't stop burning until after he left. "Krystal Levesque."

That last name caught Colby's attention immediately. "Levesque? As in Paul Levesque?" How the hell was this beautiful woman related to the boss?!

Krystal cleared her throat and lowered her gaze to the floor, an awkward feeling filling the room. "Yes. He's my brother." A lot of people would assume she got the job because of Paul, so she was prepared to deal with the backlash, not wanting to hide who she was related to. "Now, what's wrong with your knee, Rollins?"

Raising a dark thick brow, Colby didn't expect her to use his wrestling name and knew he must've struck a nerve by asking her too many questions. "I cut it the other night at a live show and need the stitches looked at."

He took a hard fall on the announcer table at the hands of Stephen Farrelly –Fans knew him as Sheamus- and the edge ripped through his cargo pants slicing his knee open. The injury required 10 stitches and Colby knew they weren't ready to be taken out yet, but he had to heavily bandage his knee so he could wrestle that night. They had a six man tag team match and he refused to miss it just because of a small laceration. Colby owed Stephen one for not realizing how close to the edge he was and planned on paying the man back in their match.

"Alright, let's have a look."

Krystal squatted down in front of him and quickly peeled away the bandage on his knee, examining the stitches. Michael must've done them and he did exceptional work, though she wouldn't have used a band-aid since they weren't 100% reliable. She cleaned the stitches and cringed when Colby sucked in a sharp breath, trying her best not to cause him further pain.

"Sorry, I know it's tender." She apologized, finishing up and then pulled out a small bottle of liquid band-aid, spreading it over the stitches. "You'll be able to take a shower without irritating the stitches. They'll need to stay in at least a few more days and then they can be removed."

"Thank you. Those bandages are irritating as hell."

Colby hadn't showered and ended up nearly getting stuck in the tiny bathtub the hotel offered. Luckily, he was flexible and managed to push himself out of the tub without needing assistance from his stable mates. That would've been an embarrassment Colby could never live down and they'd never let him forget it either. Now that this beautiful new trainer showed him a loophole to take showers, he was forever in her debt and planned on repaying it.

"You're welcome."

Standing from the table, Colby brushed against Krystal accidentally and felt a spark ignite between them. He could feel the apprehension and fear from her, but there was something else Colby couldn't put his finger on. Krystal was stunning from the top of her chestnut hair to the tips of her red and white tennis shoes, her hazel eyes drawing him in like a magnet to metal. Taking a chance, Colby reached out to run a long finger down her cheek, cracked a small smile and walked out without another word, closing the door behind him. Krystal exhaled slowly and touched her burning cheek, every part of her body flushing with warmth. There was definitely an attraction to the smallest member of the Shield and Krystal had no idea where it stemmed from. If she was being honest with herself, Krystal had a small crush on Colby from the moment she first saw him debut back in November with the other members. She loved how meticulous he was in the ring, making every move a work of art and his ring gear did nothing to quell her desire. Now that she knew he had an injury while wrestling, Krystal planned on watching his match that night to make sure everything went smoothly.

After searching high and low for her brother with zero luck, Anisa finally gave up heading in the direction of the exit for some much needed air. He was nowhere to be found and Mia had searched as well, asking anyone she came across of Phil's whereabouts. They both assumed he left the arena since all he had was a promo to cut that night. Hearing a deep voice call her name from behind, Anisa stopped as a smile flittered across her mouth and turned to stare at her good friend, Glen Jacobs, who was also close with her ex-husband. Luckily their divorce hadn't swayed Glen one way or the other and he remained neutral with them.

"Oh, hey Glen." Anisa turned to face her good friend, Glen Jacobs, who was also close with her ex-husband. Luckily, their divorce hadn't swayed Glen one way or the other, he remained neutral. "What's going on?"

"Anisa," Glen sighed heavily, hating to be the bearer of bad news, but he wouldn't let Anisa be blindsided either. "It's about Mark." Tracking her down hadn't been easy and lady luck was on his side when he spotted her walking down the hallway.

Midnight blue eyes instantly narrowed. "What about him?"

"He's coming back for WrestleMania. The doctors have cleared him and…I just didn't want you to be surprised. He'll be here next week to start his feud with your brother." Phil hadn't told her judging from the bewildered expression on Anisa's face and Glen felt like a major jackass now. "I didn't…"

"Wonderful." Anisa muttered, taking a deep shaky breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for telling me, Glen. At least I know you're not completely on his side, even though you're best friends with the idiot. I'll try to stay out of his way as much as I can." That would be close to impossible.

Glen nodded, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Not a problem. I gotta head out for my match. Take care, Anisa." He walked past her down the hallway toward gorilla position, snapping his mask on.

Watching him walk away, Anisa really needed some air now more than ever. With WrestleMania on the horizon, everything was super hectic in the company, so it was nice to step out for air whenever she had the chance. It also made her think about the past, opening the wound Mark Calaway caused her all those years ago. It was going on 4 years since their divorce, which happened in 2009 after 2 years of marriage. 730 days too long in her eyes. It was exact because their divorce had been finalized on their wedding anniversary. Mark had been sweet and rough around the edges at first, the perfect bad boy with a big heart. Anisa had no idea what drew her to him because Mark had a playboy reputation. Not to mention he was still technically married to his second wife, Sara, while they started seeing each other. They were legally separated, so that was good enough for Anisa and that should've been her first sign not to get involved with him. Lesson learned: Don't ever get involved with a married man – legally separated or not.

In spite of all the warning signs, Anisa found herself wanting to get to know him, which led to falling in love and marriage. Mark hadn't waited past 24 hours before asking Anisa to marry him and they eloped to Vegas the same night his divorce to Sara was finalized. Maybe it was their huge age difference since Anisa was 26 and Mark was 41 going on 42 when they got hitched. That was a 15-16 year difference, but at the time it didn't bother them and age was just a number, at least in Anisa's eyes. Sex was incredible with Mark and they connected on all levels, always communicating in the beginning. But once the honeymoon phase ended, everything fell apart and Anisa was left with her heart in shambles. The simple fact was Mark couldn't keep his dick in his pants and blamed Anisa for not keeping him satisfied like a good wife should. The moment he started training ex-WWE Diva Michelle McCool, Anisa knew her marriage was over and Mark found his next bride. Sure enough, shortly after their divorce, Mark proposed to Michelle and they were married in mid-2010. At least he waited past 24 hours before popping the question to Michelle unlike he did with her. Mark was forced to pay her half of everything he had since they didn't sign a prenuptial agreement. She took everything with a big 'fuck you' grin on her face, not ashamed since she'd wasted 2 years of her life on him. As she signed the dotted line on the divorce papers, Anisa vowed to never get involved with another WWE wrestler and had stuck with it.

Until Jonathan Good.

"Are you alright, Anisa?"

She was in such deep thought about Mark, Anisa didn't realize she wasn't alone outside. Jon had been out there having a pre-match cigarette, something he always did. It wasn't the healthiest habit, but a vice he refused to give up unless absolutely necessary. His attention had snapped to the back door opening and watched Anisa for a few minutes, trying to determine if it was smart to approach her or not. She didn't look angry, just stood there with a stoic expression on her beautiful face and arms wrapped around herself, eyes closed. There was something about her posture that screamed agitation or maybe…sadness? Jon couldn't pinpoint it, usually an expert at reading women and what they wanted, but for some reason he couldn't with Anisa. Looking up at the blue eyed hunk who was the mouthpiece for the Shield, Anisa felt her heart rate accelerate slightly. He was gorgeous and she absolutely loved his haphazard hair that was currently dry instead of slicked back, fighting the urge to run her fingers through it.

"Yeah, just a little annoyed." She admitted, noticing the cigarette dangling between his fingers. "Do you have another one of those I can bum off of you? I left my pack at the hotel." After finding out about her ex's impending return, Anisa needed a nicotine fix to calm down.

"Sure." Jon pulled out his pack and slid one out, holding it out to her mouth. A second later, he procured a lighter and lit the tip, contentment searing through Anisa as a sigh escaped her lips after the first drag. "Better?"

"My hero." Anisa crooned playfully, midnight blues no longer holding the sadness they had moments ago. "What do I owe you for helping me out?"

Jon chuckled, shaking his head and took another drag of his smoke. "Just the pleasure of gaining another smoke buddy." He winked, pale blues glittering under the dim lighting of the parking lot the arena provided. "Come sit down with me and enjoy that smoke more. You're far too beautiful to look that annoyed."

He placed a hand on the small of her back, hoping she didn't turn around and belt him for touching her. Somehow, Anisa looked as though she had a mean right hook. Jon guided her over to the equipment trunk and took another chance, gripping her hips to lift her up on it, joining her a second later. He wasn't too close where he'd invade her personal space though, not wanting to make Anisa uncomfortable. "Now relax and tell Dr. Good all about your bad day."

"That reminds me of that song Dr. Feel Good." Anisa giggled softly, blowing smoke out of her nose and mouth, leaning back to rest against the other larger equipment trunk stacked behind them. "Well Dr. Feel Good," She smirked, deciding that would be Jon's nickname from now on and flicked some ash away. "I was just informed that my douchebag ex-hubby will be gracing us with his presence next week. Thank god he's only part time now, if you can even call it that. He should just retire and go be with his new wife because this business doesn't need him anymore. I shouldn't be annoyed, but I am. He just annoys me in general."

"You're allowed to be annoyed. All ex's are annoying, that's why they're ex's. You just kinda have to find a voice where you can blow off steam and feel a little bit sane, even a bit insane too." He said truthfully, always straight with people because sugar coating wasn't in his forte. "It sucks because you have this really great job and the next thing you know you've got what you think is the most amazing love of your life. Only it turns out he's a cheating has been asshole. Now you're divorced and stuck working with or around him. Been there done that, believe me it gets easier eventually." Jon inhaled and let the smoke filter through his big body before releasing it above their heads, not wanting to blow it in her face.

"So you were married to a coworker at one time?"

When Jon clarified it was just his ex-girlfriend, Anisa felt marginally better. Taking another drag, she couldn't help thinking how sexy Jonathan Good looked whenever smoke filtered out of his mouth and nose. It was possibly the sexiest thing she'd ever seen in her life.

"Well Dr. Feel Good, you've certainly made me feel better about dealing with my ex and I appreciate it." She placed a gentle hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "How much do I owe you?" They laughed together and it was the first time in a couple years Anisa felt completely comfortable with a wrestler.

"Glad I helped. Just remember, you don't have to deal with the idiot all on your own." Jon hopped off the equipment trunk and held his hand out for Anisa, helping her down. "And you don't owe me anything, darlin'. Just keep that smile on your face and that's payment enough for me."

"Alright, see you later, Dr. Feel Good." Winking, Anisa headed back into the arena to check-in with Rick, wondering what she was doing with Jon.

Hadn't she learned her lesson with Mark? Nope, apparently not because Anisa found herself aching to feel Jon's lips on hers and his hands anywhere on her body. She wanted his cock buried inside of her and to scream his name as she came in waves. Blinking, Anisa needed serious help having dirty thoughts like that and mentally berated herself, trying to push the curly dishwater blonde in the back of her mind so she could focus on doing her job.