Chapter 7
If it hadn't been for Sebastian, Emilia wouldn't know anything about wrestling. Sebastian was Emilia's older brother - he was attractive and talkative. Unlike Emilia, he had blonde hair and he was tall. The only similarities that they have are their bright blue eyes, which they've inherited from their deceased dad and their last names. Despite their differences, Sebastian and Emilia never fought and got along well. Emilia couldn't and wouldn't ask for a better brother than Sebastian, because he was already the best.
When Emilia found her current job on the internet, she called Sebastian and asked for his help. He knew a lot about wrestling, since it was all he watched when he was a young boy and even though he's a married man with a bubbly two-year-old daughter now, he still watches wrestling. Emilia wanted to constantly thank Sebastian for helping her get her job by sending him WWE merchandise and tickets plus backstage passes to events. Emilia wouldn't be a production assistant for the WWE if it wasn't for Sebastian.
It was a Saturday night and the WWE Hall of Fame was going to start in fifteen minutes. Emilia laughed as she watched Sebastian talk to Trish Stratus, a member of this year's Hall of Fame class. Trish looked beautiful in her gown and her smile could light up New York and New Jersey at the same time. Sebastian looked like he was stuttering and it made Emilia laugh because her brother had always been a charmer and always said the right things. But in front of Trish Stratus, he looked like a train wreck.
When Sebastian was done talking and taking a photo with Trish Stratus, he ran towards his sister.
"I can't believe it, I finally met Trish Stratus!" Sebastian grinned as he stared at his and Trish's photo on the screen of his phone. He put his phone in his pocket and looked at Emilia. "Please don't tell Daisy, okay? You know she gets jealous easily."
Emilia rolled her eyes and nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't tell Daisy. Anyway, the show's going to start in a few minutes, I think you should go back to your seat."
Sebastian wiped his forehead with a white handkerchief and hugged Emilia. "Thank you so much, Emilia. I love you."
Emilia smiled and hugged her brother back. "I love you too, Bas."
Sebastian smiled at Emilia before walking down the narrow hallway and left to go back to his seat. Emilia looked at her silver wristwatch; the ceremony was going to begin in three minutes. She could hear various voices in her headset. She started talking and crossing things off her notepad. The inductees were in the backstage area along with the Superstars and the Divas and more people. Emilia joined her co-workers at the small production area near the black curtain and waited for the show to start.
The Hall of Fame ceremony was over and the WWE was having a party at the hotel ballroom. Most of the people were on the floor dancing, others were chatting with each other, and some were just sitting at their table, watching everyone. Emilia was watching Josh dance with Layla and she couldn't help but smile - she just discovered that Josh was a good dancer and he could've played Patrick Swayze's role in Dirty Dancing. Layla was laughing and looked like she was having fun as Josh spun her around. Emilia took a long sip from her glass of red wine. The bittersweet red liquid warmed up her tongue and throat. She started humming along with the song, which was Kiss by Prince. She was all alone at the table - at least she thought she was.
Emilia felt someone's hot breath on her neck and she gulped. Suddenly, moist, plump lips were lightly grazing her earlobe. She moved her head away and was about to stand, but hands gripping her waist made her stay in her chair.
"Dean, stop." Emilia said, putting her glass down on the table to stop herself from pouring red wine all over Dean.
"You knew it was me. You're so clever." Dean smirked and squeezed her waist, making her jump. "We should talk."
Emilia took her chair and moved forward so she could get away from Dean. When she looked behind her, Dean was still in his place. His hands were on the table, his fingers tapping on the neatly folded napkin. "I have nothing to say to you."
"But I have something to say to you," Dean sounded and looked serious. "Just tell someone that you're going to the ladies' room. We could talk there."
"Why can't you just tell me now?" Emilia's heart was beating fast and her palms started sweating.
Dean took a strand of her dark brown hair and twirled it around his left index finger. Emilia closed her eyes. "Because I don't want anyone to hear our conversation."
Emilia sighed and opened her eyes. She looked around – everybody looked like they were busy, but she could feel eyes on her. Some were probably watching them talk or attempting to eavesdrop on them. "Okay, let's talk in the ladies' room. Meet me there in five minutes."
Dean stopped playing with her hair and nodded. Emilia stood up and glared at him before briskly walking towards the exit of the ballroom. Josh saw Emilia leaving and his eyebrows furrowed. Where the hell is she going? Josh thought to himself as he moved to the music and with Layla. And then he saw Dean following her several seconds later. Josh felt worried all of a sudden, but he knew that Emilia was a strong woman and she didn't need someone to look after her. But if something happens to her, Josh knew that the blame would be on him because he came to the party with her.
"I don't know, Dean."
"Come on Emilia, it's fair. Do you believe The Shield could win?"
Emilia closed her eyes and held on to the counter. Dean was leaning against the wall beside her with his arms crossed and one of his eyebrows was arched as he waited for her answer. She wanted to change the topic and say that someone might come in at any second, but then she remember hearing the lock a few minutes ago. Of course Dean would lock the door.
Emilia took her time with answering Dean's question. She wasn't sure if the team of Randy Orton, Sheamus, and Big Show could defeat The Shield, but she didn't believe in The Shield. So far, The Shield is undefeated and they are better than the teams she's seen. Together, they were unstoppable because they were like one person. Emilia took a deep breath.
"I don't know what or who to believe in." Emilia honestly answered. There was no point in lying. When she opened her eyes, she gasped and found Dean standing behind her.
Dean looked at his and Emilia's reflection in the mirror. The sight of them together turned him on and he was surprised to see that he could still control himself around her. He was trying so hard not to rip off her clothes and fuck her from behind. "Think of it as like flipping a coin, Emilia. Not knowing what side you're going to get is the best part."
Emilia saw their reflection in the mirror and it made her feel uneasy. She looked fragile with Dean. "If you lose, will you really leave me alone? Seth and Roman, too?"
Dean nodded. "It will be like I – we don't know you."
Emilia licked her dry lips. "But if you win…"
"You'll become my girlfriend, and you'll fully be mine." Dean placed his hands on her waist and squeezed, making Emilia jump a little. "Just look at us, Emilia. We look good together."
Emilia strongly disagreed with Dean but she didn't say it; she didn't want to make Dean angry at her. Dean's blue eyes looked translucent under the bright lights while hers were like two sparkly blue marbles. Emilia grabbed Dean's hands and took them off her waist. She was able to get his hands off her but Dean didn't let her hands go.
"Let me go, Dean." Emilia said and tugged at Dean's hands. She said it so softly that Dean almost didn't hear it.
Dean placed his lips behind Emilia's right ear. "Every move that I will do in the ring and every hit that I'll take, it will be all for you. So you better watch our match, maybe you'll up believing in The Shield."
Emilia moved backward, pushing Dean away from her. Dean let her hands go and watched her walk out of the ladies' room. A few seconds after she left, Dean got out. He expected to see a line of women waiting outside the restroom, but it was just him in the hallway. The deal that he made with Emilia motivated him more to fight and win against the team of Randy Orton, Sheamus, and Big Show. The match isn't just about serving justice anymore – it was also about making Emilia his.
Instead of going back to the ballroom, Emilia decided to go to her and Josh's hotel room to go to sleep. As she walked down the hall, she felt like she was going to fall down, because her shoulders felt so heavy it was like she was carrying the weight of the world. As she waited for the elevator to take her to the floor she wanted to go to, Emilia asked herself why she agreed to Dean's deal. She was desperate to get rid of him, but she'll be stuck with him if The Shield wins. She held her cross pendant and prayed for the loss of The Shield. If God heard her prayer, He probably wouldn't grant it, but Emilia hope He does. She had faith.
When Emilia made it to the hotel room that she shares with Josh, she collapsed on her bed, not bothering to change in her sleep clothes. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but Dean prevented her from falling asleep. Her cruel mind kept playing scenes in her head: all that might happen if The Shield is victorious tomorrow night. It was more terrifying than all the nightmares she had before.
Author's note: Thank you for everything, you are all awesome! Anyway, I have a treat for CM Punk and John Cena fans: I'm think I'm going to write a story featuring them. Maybe together in one story or separately, I don't know yet. They are not going to be together romantically. I think I'm not making any sense but I hope you understand me, hahaha. - C x
