**Just letting my fellow readers know, I put multiple characters in my stories because, in my eyes, just writing about two characters can get boring at times. So I like to add more spice to it with more OC's and whatnot. It's really simple, if you don't like the way I write my stories, don't respond to them. I don't appreciate being blasted just because I don't focus on two specific characters for a story. That's not how my stories are and if you read my writing - most of my stories are like that. It's just how I do it. Either deal with it or move on to another story you think is worthy of your time. Thank you to those who have read, reviewed and enjoying this story. Hopefully I'll be able to get more chapters written faster now that Thanksgiving is over with.**

Chapter 9

Jecina couldn't believe what she just witnessed.

Dean had paid her a visit earlier like always, but he didn't mention the fact the Shield was splitting up. It was none of her business, but she still would've appreciated a little heads up. Jecina didn't know why, but watching blood leak out of Dean's forehead from the steel chair shot to his head made her stomach tighten violently. Why was she suddenly worried about Dean Ambrose? Worry enveloped her whole and she didn't like the feeling, knowing Dean would never see her as anything other than a friend. Jecina had to get it through her head and stop these incessant thoughts of being with him. It was bad enough he invaded some of her dreams, forcing her to deal with her issues alone since she was single. However, she did hope Dean was alright because it looked like that beating had hurt and he'd need stitches no doubt.

Turning the monitor off, Jecina shook her head and went back to cleaning up the cafeteria so she could head back to the hotel to relax. A hot bubble bath with a bottle of wine was calling her name. Then again, maybe a bar would be better and then a soothing shower at the hotel. Jecina would figure it out once she left the arena. Mondays were always the worst because the show was live and she had to make sure the food was set out so everyone could eat if they wanted to before it started. She'd been cooking at the arena since noon that day and felt like she would keel over at any given moment. There were only a handful of employees that complained about her cooking, but Jecina ignored them for the most part. As long as she pleased almost everyone in the company, that's all she cared about and those who didn't enjoy your cooking could kiss the darkest part of her backside.

What most people didn't know about Jecina was she didn't toss away the leftovers, if there were any. Whatever town they were in, she would take it to the local shelter for those less fortunate than her. Stephanie and Hunter had absolutely no problem with letting her do it because they didn't want the food wasted as much as she did. If there was more than one shelter in the area, Jecina split the food evenly in containers and bagged them separately so none of the food got mixed up. It was something she started doing when she opened her own catering company and saw how wasteful people were at the different events she'd cater for. People were so wasteful and it made her nauseous, so she decided to give away the leftovers to those who needed it most. The WWE was recognized for their generosity and the homeless got to eat well for at least a night, so it was a win-win for both sides.

Boxing the last of the leftovers, which was some chicken salad and sides, no desserts, Jecina finished the last of the remaining dishes, shutting the water off drying her hands with a dishtowel. She hung it up on the nearby rack and turned around, freezing at the sight of Jon Moxley standing in the doorway of the cafeteria kitchen. Her forest green eyes slowly did an onceover, drinking in every part of his body and Jecina swallowed hard at the blue jeans he wore. She noticed that about Jon first and foremost he did not abide by the WWE dress code, wondering how he could get away with it. Not a lot of employees did, so it must've been a clause in his contract or something. Whatever the case, those jeans looked amazing on him, hugging his muscular waist and the dark blue t-shirt he wore clung to his chest and arms beautifully. He was a beautiful man in general, his long wet dishwater blonde hair hanging in his face over his intense cool blue eyes.

"Kitchen's closed." Jecina informed him, already knowing that's not why Jon Moxley was here and felt her stomach tighten at the possibilities.

A smirk curved Jon's sensual mouth as he remained standing in the doorway, not moving an inch and raised a slow brow at Jecina's blatant scan of his body. Yes, he finally found out her name and no longer called her the caterer in his mind. So he repaid the attention and slowly let his eyes flow over every curve of hers, taking his time to devour her visually. She had on black dress pants with a white short sleeved buttoned up blouse that shaped her breasts and hugged her curves perfectly. Actually, that top looked ready to bust off of her with how tight it was and he could clearly see the material of her bra through the top. It was white, but that still didn't hide the lace fabric. Or maybe Jon was just THAT observant. As delicious as her breasts looked, however, Jon wanted another part of her anatomy that was connected to her hips and legs. Her pert backside that stuck out just the slightest, but had the perfect shape – definitely squeezable. Jon felt his cock start hardening in his jeans and knew if these dirty thoughts kept ensuing, he'd have a serious problem on his hands that he'd be asking Jecina to help him with.

There was plenty of time for that later though. Right now, Jon had to stay focused and had come here for one specific reason. "I'm aware of that, Jecina." Her name flowed from his mouth smoothly, his voice remaining low and gruff. "I didn't come here for food."

"Then what do you want?" Jecina hadn't taken her eyes off of him or moved from her spot, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Jon eyeballed her shrewdly and heard the annoyance in her voice, making the smirk on his mouth turn into a full blown smile full of deception. "How long has Dean Ambrose worked for this company?" He decided to humor Jecina for a moment and make her think she had the situation under control. "And if you're smart, you'll answer me."

That smile didn't fool Jecina for a second and she could hear the warning in his voice. He wasn't asking, more like demanding, information about Dean and Jecina didn't know if she should tell him. "He debuted a little over a year ago at a pay-per-view called Survivor Series." Maybe if she should just answered his questions, he'd go away and leave her alone.

"With those morons Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins?" Jon snorted when she nodded, finally pushing off the door frame to take one step inside the kitchen. "And how long have you known him?"

Confused, Jecina wondered where Jon Moxley was going with this and made the mistake of turning her back to him. It was none of his business how long she'd known Dean Ambrose. What did he care anyway? Jon moved fast as lightning and stood right behind her, his chest pressed against her back to the point where he pinned her against the counter. Jecina bit her bottom lip to keep from wincing at the counter biting her abdomen and swallowed hard, Jon's body heat consuming her. Shutting her eyes, the scent of cigarettes and musk infiltrated her senses, making Jecina heady. He smelled incredible.

Jon pressed his nose against the part of her neck raven hair didn't cover, breathing in her own intoxicating scent, which was some kind of floral perfume he couldn't put his finger on. No wonder Dean Ambrose wanted her. It would be a shame if he had to force the answers he wanted out of her, but Jon would do it if he had to, not afraid to get his hands dirty. His hands gently glided down her arms, feeling her soft skin against his fingers until one hand rested on top of Jecina's on the counter, his mouth moving to her ear. His free hand slid up her chest grazing the buttons and her chest until it settled around her slender neck, not squeezing…yet. Jecina felt her mouth go dry, not believing how turned on she was by what was happening and felt his hot breath on her ear, a shiver coursing down her spine.

"Answer my question, Jecina." Jon demanded in a low raspy voice, stroking her neck with his long nimble fingers and buried his nose in her hair. "Don't make me hurt you, sweetheart."

Would he do it? Would Jon Moxley really hurt her if Jecina didn't answer him? She didn't want to find out. "6 months. I didn't meet him officially until 6 months ago." She answered somewhat breathlessly, cursing her body for betraying her. "I-I don't know much about him to be honest. Why do you want to know so badly anyway?"

This woman couldn't help him the way Jon thought, at least not right now. She hadn't known Ambrose long enough and that frustrated him to no end. Abruptly releasing her, Jon stepped back and brushed the damp hair from his eyes, scowling. He wanted information about Dean Ambrose and figured Jecina Shaw was the person to conjure it out of. He noticed how close they were earlier in catering and observed the way Dean's demeanor was around her. It was obvious Jecina had Dean wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it, or she did and didn't let on. Either way, this was pointless and Jon was annoyed, watching her slowly turn around until those deep forest green eyes full of questions stared back at him. Not saying a word, Jon left the kitchen without a word and left Jecina standing there, refusing to apologize for his actions against her. She didn't mind it too much or else she would've put up a bigger fight, which made him wonder why she hadn't. Jecina Shaw was a woman full of mystery and Jon planned on cracking it, just not tonight.

All Jecina could do was stare after him, wondering who exactly was Jon Moxley.

"Jeci, everything okay?"

Jecina had once again turned her back to the door and jumped at the sound of Lilianna's voice behind her, clutching her chest. "Jesus woman, you need to wear bells or something." She muttered, her nerves already fragile thanks to Jon Moxley.

Lilianna could tell her friend was on edge, glancing to the side at Liliya as they both headed over to her. "Are you okay?" She asked, hopping up on the counter beside Jecina and could see her hands slightly shaking. "What happened?"

"Whose ass do we have to kick?" Liliya demanded, standing on Jecina's other side with concerned citrine eyes.

"I'm fine." She couldn't lie to save her life and had to get herself under control, taking a deep breath. "What are you two doing here? I figured you'd be on your way back to the hotel by now."

It was Liliya's turn to look sheepish, her eyes lowering to the floor. "Yeah, I had to check on someone first, but…he's busy so I have to wait." Seth was still in the trainer's room and nobody else was allowed inside, so Lilianna made the suggestion to go see if Jecina was still in the building to her mind off of the two-toned haired man.

This was the perfect distraction Jecina needed. "Someone, eh? Does this someone stand at 6'1 and have black hair with a streak of blonde through it?"

Liliya blushed furiously, her cheeks flaming red and shot a glare at Lilianna when she started laughing. "Not funny, Lili."

"The hell it isn't!" Lilianna crowed, draping an arm around Jecina's shoulders and shook her head. "I knew I liked you for a reason, Jeci. You just totally nailed her. And yes, it is Seth 'Ninja' Rollins." They called him Ninja Rollins because of all the stunts and moves he performed in the ring, including his entrance with the Shield.

"Is it really that obvious?" Liliya mumbled, feeling Jecina wrap her arm around her shoulders and cracked a small smile.

"Yeah, afraid so Lyla, but don't worry I won't tell anyone." Jecina winked, kissing the top of her head and finished wiping down the counter on the other side of the kitchen. "So you two are using me to pass time until she can go check on Rollins?"

Both girls laughed, following her around the kitchen. "You know we love you, Jeci. Don't make it sound as though we put you last all the time." Lilianna stated, moving stuff out the way trying to help her catering friend as much as possible.

"Uh huh, sure you don't." Jecina couldn't help baiting them a little and squeaked when Lilianna poked her in the side.

"Not funny."

"So what the hell were you shaken up for?" Liliya decided to direct the attention on Jecina for the moment, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Jecina frowned, wondering if she should tell her friends about Jon Moxley's visit and chewed her bottom lip. She could trust them. They were two of the most trustworthy Divas on the roster along with Brie and Nikki Bella, Naomi and Natalya. The other Divas only cared about themselves, were selfish and inconsiderate, thinking they were better than everyone in the company. Personally, Jecina wanted to poison their food a time or two, especially Eva Marie and Summer Rae lately since they'd been screwing with the Lilies.

"You can tell us, Jeci." Lilianna urged, sharing a worry look with Liliya and knew they wouldn't like whatever happened to Jecina prior to their arrival. "Come on, out with it woman."

"Okay – okay, you guys win. I got a visit from that new wrestler that just came on the roster a few days ago." Jecina saw the questions swirling in their eyes and wondered if they'd even met him yet. "Have you heard of Jon Moxley?"

Instant recognition took over citrine and light brown eyes, the Lilies staring at her with raised brows. "The guy that looks identical, mostly, to Dean Ambrose?" Liliya asked, watching Jecina nod and hopped up on the freshly wiped down counter. "What about him?"

"He paid me a visit earlier before you guys came and…asked me a few things. I wouldn't answer him, so he…pinned me against the counter and I swear to you both, I've never been so turned on in my life." Jecina felt ashamed for admitting that out loud, especially since she had some kind of feelings for Dean Ambrose. "He didn't hurt me, it was just the way he touched me and made me feel. I've never felt the thrill of both fear and excitement fill my body that fast before. It was quite the rush and that's probably why I was still shaking when you walked in."

Lilianna didn't like the sound of that at all, frowning at the way Jecina described how Jon Moxley made her feel. "What the hell did he want to know anyway?" She demanded, trying not to sound annoyed and had to fight the urge not to track down Jon Moxley to tear his head off for scaring her friend. "Using intimidation isn't the way to go about talking to someone."

"He just wanted to know how long Dean has worked here and how long I knew him. I answered his first question, just not the second and that's when he pinned me to the counter." Jecina shivered at the memory of how he touched her and mentally shook herself, knowing she was being ridiculous. "I finally answered him and he left without a word. Didn't say one thing to me. He's definitely strange." That alone made her want to know more about Jon Moxley.

"No doubt." Lilianna agreed along with Liliya, both of them nodding simultaneously.

The women talked for a little longer before parting ways, Jecina leaving the arena to head to the nearest shelter while the Lilies went to check on Seth Rollins, promising to meet up the next day for lunch.