Dominos
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: None of this happened in real life. Just in my imagination. Courtney is the only one I own. I wish I owned someone else though ;)
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Courtney sat on the couch with her bags. It was nearly five in the morning, and she expected Stu to show up at any moment. The time off was fun. She spent a lot of time with Stu. He quit being a complete dickbag and was being a human being. She liked it, and she really enjoyed spending time with him.
The doorbell rang. Slowly, Courtney got up and opened the door. "Morning, sunshine!" Stu cheerfully greeted.
"Ugh. Good morning yourself," she groaned.
"Where are your things?" he asked. She simply pointed to her rolling suitcase and large tote bag. Stu walked passed her and grabbed the bags. He brought them out the door, into the car that was waiting to bring them to the airport.
Courtney made her way outside and shut the door. She locked it and slowly ambled over to the car, as if she were a zombie. Stu opened the door for her and waited for her to scoot in, so he could get in, but she was moving at a snail's pace.
Once she had finally scooted all of the way in, Stu followed behind her, shutting the door behind them.
"I hate waking up early," she complained, a whine in her voice.
"You'll get used to it," he assured her.
"I'll never get used to this. It sucks."
Stu laughed and wrapped an arm around her. Courtney rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He smiled at her resting on him. He loved it. She looked perfect to him. It didn't matter if she was all done up or if she wore no makeup and sweats. He hated being so damn attracted to her. They were co-workers, and he couldn't get his mind off of her.
He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this whole 'I'm getting addicted to my valet' situation. Stu was also unsure of how she was feeling about him. But he was sure she couldn't be too far off, considering the fact that she was currently napping on his shoulder. Not to mention, they'd hung out and had a great time together.
"I wish we could just stay in and sleep all day today."
Stu laughed. "We have a show tonight, sweetheart. That's as far from a nap as you're going to get."
"Ugh. I know."
"Tonight, I have a match. You're gonna be on camera…looking good and causing trouble, if need be."
"Of course. Who's your match against?"
"Randy Orton. So, Triple H and Seth Rollins will be ringside," he told her.
"Excuse me? Who?" she asked, pulling her head up quite quickly.
"Yeah…"
"No. I'm not getting myself involved in that."
"Why not?" he questioned, confused at her reaction.
"Well…I…I can't…fight a guy. I can kick a woman's ass. But…Triple H?" she quickly replied…almost a little too quickly.
"You don't have to fight him," he replied with a laugh. "Don't be silly now."
Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Okay…"
"Relax. What are you? Nervous? Because it's Triple H?"
"Well…yeah…"
"You'll be fine." He paused. "I thought you didn't follow wrestling. How do you even know who he is?"
"I've caught myself up. Besides…everyone knows who Triple H is. Degeneration X. Hello. Thank you very much."
Stu laughed. "Defensive, aren't we?"
"Oh shut up," she said, pushing him slightly.
"You're such a real person. You pretend to be some tough bad ass. But you're not," he teased her.
"Psh. Don't kid yourself. I am a tough bad ass."
He smiled. "Sure. Whatever you say, princess."
"You want me to punch you, don't you?"
"Perhaps I do," he replied, encouraging her.
"You're gonna get what you want soon, then."
"I bet I will," he replied with a smirk.
At the Monday Night Raw taping that evening, Courtney had already gotten changed in the locker room. She wore a black Victoria Beckham matte-Satin and crepe Tuxedo-style dress with a pair of black Saint Laurent Tribute Two Textured-Leather pumps.
"Looking good," Stu commented, looking her up and down.
"Perv."
"What? You represent me out there. I need you to look good. I can't have a troll representing me out there. Everyone is watching. I have a reputation to protect."
Courtney rolled her eyes at him. "What am I going to do with you?" she rhetorically asked, shaking her head.
Stu gave her a smile. "You know you like me."
"You're alright sometimes," she relented with a grin.
"You know, you have a really great ass," he spoke with a wink.
"You're relentless."
"At least you know I'm determined."
"I know you're gonna end up with the imprint of my hand across your face," she replied, smirking.
"Feisty."
The exchange between the two had been very light-hearted, instead of hostile or provoking. The level of sexual tension that existed between the two was at an all-time high.
"We have to go out there in a couple of minutes," he told her.
"I know."
"You alright?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, before you were nervous as hell about the whole Triple H thing."
"Yeah. But I mean…what am I gonna do about it now?"
He smiled. "I know. Besides, I'll be there, too."
"Oh. You're gonna be my protector?" she asked with a mocking smirk.
Stu laughed. "You're too much, sweetheart."
"What a change. Look at us…getting along…your penis not pointing in my direction. This is what I call progress."
He rolled his eyes at her. "What can I say? I guess you just don't do it for my penis anymore," he patronized her.
"Well, I know that's not true. Even if you're not shoving a boner in my face, you're constantly eye-fucking me. I doubt your penis is ready to give up on me just yet."
"Touché."
Courtney and Bad News Barrett had made their entrance and were standing in the ring. Courtney was trying her hardest to keep her nerves in check.
"You alright?" he questioned.
She nodded. "I'm good."
"Just breathe. You look great."
Courtney let a smile form on her lips, as she watched Triple H, Randy Orton, and Seth Rollins make their way toward the ring. He took his Intercontinental Championship title off of his waist and handed it to his valet. She held onto it, as she climbed out of the ring. She stood on the opposite side of the ring from the two suit-clad men who weren't in the ring, known to the WWE Universe as Triple H and Seth Rollins.
The match began. Courtney focused her attention on cheering for Bad News Barrett. She did all that she could to try to ignore the staring eyes of Triple H from the other side of the ring. But it was very distracting. It caused her to feel significantly more self-conscious than she would have been had be not been there.
The brunette had to force herself to focus on the Superstar in the ring with whom she'd been spending nearly all of her time. She hit the apron with her hands, as Randy Orton was currently beating Barrett down.
"Come on, Bad News!" she yelled. She looked at the Englishman, though her attention was quickly stolen by the storyline COO of the WWE. Their eyes locked. She felt exposed and beyond vulnerable at that moment. She quickly pulled her eyes away from him.
As expected, Randy Orton eventually got the pin, though the two put on a good match. She helped Stu out of the ring, and they made their way back up the ramp.
Once they got backstage again, Courtney handed to title back over to Stu. He took it from her. "Thank you. You know, you're good out there. You look really great, too. I like having you in my corner."
Courtney gave him a genuine smile. "I like being there."
"Excuse me, Stu. I need to borrow Courtney from you for a few moments," an all-too familiar voice interrupted the pair.
The brunette turned to face the Superstar she had been avoiding. Fear resided in her eyes. "I'm sorry. We're actually busy," she quickly replied.
"It's actually very important." He cringed at the sound of his voice.
"Alright, Paul," Stu relented for her, confused as to why Courtney had tried to dismiss him so quickly. He knew she was nervous about being near him during the match. But this was a little confusing to him.
Paul Levesque led the brunette valet to an empty office, shutting the door behind them to give them some privacy.
"Why are you avoiding me?" he immediately questioned.
"I'm not avoiding you. I'm just busy."
He gave her a look. "Really? Because I call you a lot. I text you constantly. You barely ever pick up, and when you do, you barely let me get a word in before you hang up on me. You never text me back. I'm getting nothing from you, Courtney. I'm just trying to see you and spend a little time with you."
"Well, I have a job to do."
"Fine. Then, how's your job going? Do you like it? How's Stu treating you?" he bombarded her with questioned.
"Fine. Everything is fine, Paul."
"Nothing else to say but 'fine'?"
"No." Paul paused. "You look beautiful, Court."
"Thanks."
"I'd really like to spend some time with you," he told her.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you would."
"Come on. I'm trying here. I can force you to see me a lot more. I'm trying to do right by you and give you some space."
"You're right. How rude of me. Thanks for giving me a job. Go fuck yourself, Paul," she sneered, before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
Courtney immediately ran into Stephanie McMahon. "Courtney, I was just looking for you. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Well, what a small world. I just saw your husband," she sharply responded.
"Oh…well…I actually wanted to talk to you about him."
"Now's not a good time. I don't want to even talk about or to him," she mumbled, before walking away and looking for Stu, leaving Stephanie confused.