Set after Dean attacks Sami on Smackdown.
"Damn it!" Shane threw his chair into the wall as he stood up from it "He can't get through one match…Not one, without this shit happening!"
He turned to face me and I inwardly took a deep breath.
He was right. I knew he was right. Baron had no control over his temper. Sami getting not one, but two victories over him…He was beyond anything I had seen in quite a while. He was livid and vicious and vindictive.
Shane's cellphone rang and he grabbed it off the table.
"Yeah…Ok, which hospital?…Yeah, yeah go with him."
He hung it up quickly and shoved it into his back pocket.
"Is Sami ok?" I whispered, standing to my feet nervously.
"I think so," Shane ran a hand through his hair "I'm telling you, your boyfriend better get his shit straight. I can't defend his ass to my father forever."
With that, Shane stomped out and left me alone in the viewing room backstage.
I fished into my purse and retrieved my own cellphone. I quickly brought up my pictures and a sigh finally left my mouth.
Baron was so happy when we were together. Even if he didn't always smile. I flipped through picture after picture of us.
He was everything to me. He meant more than this job and that was saying something. I had never intended to fall head over heels for my best friend but it happened and there was no stopping it. I was free falling and couldn't see an end in sight.
Finally, I backed out and looked at my back ground photo. It was the same as my lock screen. Baron had taken a picture of me one night asleep on his shoulder. He had taken it on my phone and didn't tell me, I just found it there.
Our relationship was getting really serious. I found myself secretly wishing that he was considering the same thing that I was. Marriage, or at least moving in together.
How could I do all of that though, when he continued to be such a wrecking machine at work? Yes, I had agreed to keep work separate from personal but on a personal level his outbursts were getting out of hand. Quite frankly they had went from somewhat attractive to down right scary. I loved that Baron defended himself and the things he cared about, but Sami Zayn was one of the nicest people I knew. He had been thrown around that arena like a rag doll and Baron's eyes had been cold, emotionless other than the anger that burned deep within them.
And before Sami, there was the whole incident with Dean where he had pinned him to the concrete with a forklift…And pushing the cameraman down on Talking Smack….The list could go on.
This wasn't about work anymore. This was about him. The man I loved was spiraling out of control.
"Hey, princess," Baron's low groan hit the back of my ear as I stood outside.
I felt his arms encircle my waist and I leaned back against him. His body fit so perfectly with mine. When we were alone, everything was perfect. He was Baron. My best friend, my lover…my everything.
"Hey," I sighed softly, feeling his lips lingering along my neck.
"What's wrong?" he stopped, slowly spinning me around to look up into his eyes.
"I'm scared," I spit out before I had time to stop my thoughts from being verbalized.
"What? Who's scaring you?" his brow creased with anger and I watched as his nostrils flared, the burning embers of anger started to reignite in his eyes.
I stood up on my tiptoes and ran my hand along his cheek.
"Can we go to the car?" I whispered.
He nodded, grabbing my hand and walking full speed toward the mustang we had rented for the week.
I watched from my side of the car as he tossed our things into the trunk and then slid into the driver's seat. He leaned across and opened the door for me to sit next to him.
"What's wrong?" he turned to me "What happened?"
I didn't know how to approach this. The last time we talked about his anger, I had promised him I'd stay out of it…But that was business, this was personal.
"Baron," I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts "Remember when I first met you? How you sort of took care of me?"
He smirked, running his hand down over his nose and mouth, finally nodding.
"Yeah."
"You really looked out for me," I reached across the center console and grabbed his hand "You never let anybody hurt me. If someone even looked at me wrong…You defended me."
"Damn right," he shifted in his seat "You were my best friend. My little partner in crime."
I giggled, an ease taking over for just a moment. Then, the heaviness of what I needed to say fell over me again. I slid my hand away from his.
"That's what I meant when I said you getting angry is kind of a turn on," I didn't quite meet his eyes "You protecting me, protecting anything that's yours…"
He stared at me. His wet hair twisted up on his head and his arms bared still in one of his ring t-shirts.
"This isn't coming out right," I laid my head back against the seat.
"You're pissed about Sami," his voice sounded annoyed "I thought we talked about this."
"We did," I nodded, staring at my hands "This isn't about Sami…Well it is, but…It's more about us…About you…You're starting to scare me."
"What?" Baron laughed, disbelief echoing throughout the car.
I finally raised my eyes to meet his again and his jaw hardened when he realized I was serious.
"When you get angry, really angry," I turned in my seat toward him "You just, get so violent. It's like you black out or something…All this rage comes out…It's starting to scare me…A lot."
"Hey," his rough hand grabbed my face and his thumb dug into my jaw "I would never, ever, lay a hand on you. You got me?"
I felt my lower lip start to tremble and I scooted closer.
"Not on purpose," I whispered "But what if you just get so mad that…"
"Never," he repeated, his eyes staring straight into mine "I'd never forgive myself….I'd never get that mad at you…At any woman."
I nodded but I still felt a few tears in the corners of my eyes and my fingers quickly batted them away.
"You believe me?" he brushed his fingers along my cheek "Say you believe me."
"I believe you," I covered his hand with mine "I just…It just…"
"It's a problem," he admitted "And the truth is, I'm probably gonna end up in some deep shit over tonight. But I don't care. My career means so much to me that I'll stop at nothing to get where I wanna be."
"You'll get there," I smiled softly at him "You got a chance at that briefcase now."
"I'm getting it," he answered quickly, the matter of fact tone harsh in his voice.
"I know you are," I slid his hand from my face "I believe in you."
"Come over here," he patted his lap.
"What?" I laughed, staring at him with a big grin on my face.
"Come on," he reached and pulled me into his lap.
"What are you doing?" I raised a curious eyebrow at him.
"I'm gonna show you," he whispered, his hands running through my hair and holding it out of my face "Show you the only way that I'll ever touch you."
Before I knew it, he had slid us both into the backseat. I squealed as he pushed my back down on the cool leather and immediately slid my underwear down off my hips. He hiked my skirt up around my waist and a groan escaped his mouth.
I quickly sat up, pulling his t-shirt off his body and tossing it in the front seat. His warm mouth met mine and his waist nestled between my thighs.
"Never," his lips broke from mine with each statement "I would never hurt you…I love you so fuckin' much…Jesus."
He leaned up, his hands fumbling with his belt and he slid his jeans down to his knees.
Baron's hands ripped my blouse open, causing buttons to pop off and I arched my back in surprise. A huge grin plastered across his face as he ran his hands along my breasts still clad in my bra. His mouth dropped to the base of my neck. Before long he was sucking the skin along the top of my breasts before pulling a nipple out from under the fabric with his teeth. I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders and he groaned, biting down on me.
"Baron," I gasped, his fingers sliding up the inside of my thigh, until he reached my pussy.
He moaned, letting my nipple pop free before his hands ripped my bra down around the center of my body.
His fingers played between my legs and I wriggled beneath him anxiously.
"You're so fucking sexy right now," he grunted against my ear, his tongue sliding all over it.
His dick was hard against my upper leg and I could feel it was already slicked, just like I was.
His free hand, twisted my other nipple between his fingers and he let out a throaty laugh as I moaned loudly against the back of the seat.
"Let it all out, princess," he bit at my thumb as I slid my hand up along his face "Nobody can hear you."
"We're, we're in a parking lot," I whimpered, as I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance at last.
"Who the fuck cares?" he gasped, pushing up inside of me.
I gasped and a loud scream came out of my mouth, which I quickly muffled against his chest. I felt him chuckle against me and I playfully slapped at his shoulder as I pulled away.
His hips rolled against mine. It was surprising he could move around as easily as he could in such a small space. He started to moan loudly with each thrust into me.
"I'm sorry," he finally gasped, his hands propped on either side of my head, sitting on the arm rest.
"For what?" I whispered, my mind wrapped up in my Baron fog.
"For scaring you," he dipped his lips to my forehead briefly and started rolling his body faster.
"Baron?" I gasped, that familiar feeling slowly starting to creep up.
"Yeah, baby?" he growled, his hips now thrashing hard against my own.
"Do you wanna move in with me?" I asked, before I had time to even realize what I was saying.
I felt myself tighten around him and I squealed out, my body shaking as he thrashed his final three thrusts before releasing inside me.
Sweat was glistening on his tattooed chest, as he drew in a deep breath.
I lay underneath him, exhausted and euphoric and nervous all at once.
"My place is bigger," he finally ran his hand down his face and lowered himself down closer to me.
"So?" I raised an eyebrow.
"So, how about you move in with me?" he panted, his hands absently playing with my hair.
"Is that what you want?" I asked "This isn't just some post sex high, right?"
He laughed and licked the smile off his lips.
"I've been thinkin' about it for a while," he finally slid out of me "Didn't know what you would think about it."
"I want it," I answered immediately, as I felt his hands slide my skirt down gently.
"Then let's do it," he dipped his head down to meet my lips.