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For the first time, I woke up in Jon's arms as sunlight crept through the cracks of window's blinds. He lay peaceful, fast asleep with his mouth agape, overgrown hair all over his face. Looking around, I spotted the digital clock on his bedside table and took note that it's only six in the morning. It feels weird, to know that Oscar isn't around at the moment, to wake me up when he wants milk, to cry when throwing a tantrum. For the week, Lucy has offered to look after him not only to give me some much needed break from taking care of the child but also because Lucy is spending the week resting and staying at home after being released from the hospital after catching pneumonia just a few days after the engagement party.

'Don't go yet, stay here,' Jon's voice murmured sleepily, holding me back in bed, his arms around my waist tightening when he felt me move to get up.

'I want to check on Oscar,' I told him, resting my head on his bare chest and feeling the rise and fall of it in every breath he took.

'What time is it?' eyes still closed, he asked, one of his hands stroking the bare flesh of my back, causing goose bumps to rise from the contact.

'6:32,' I replied, he chuckled.

'Don't you think it's a little too early to be bothering everyone in that mansion your family owns to ask about Oscar?' I looked at him as he asked me that question, slowly, he opened his eyes, pupils dilated.

'Okay, fine,' surrendering, I knew struggle would be worthless. A few minutes later with sleep too hard to achieve back specially with Jon's scent surrounding me while his hand stroked my bare back, I decided it's more productive to get up. He groaned as I got up from the bed and it was the laughter that replaced it that got me turning to face him.

'What?' I asked him, reaching for one of his shirts on the end of the bed.

'I think I spanked your ass way too hard last night, your right ass cheek has my hand print,' he laughed, I blushed, even the idea made me want the ground to swallow me whole as I put his shirt on, hiding everything I needed hidden from him to further laugh at.

'Hey, my body isn't very used to the S&M tactics we did last night,' I protested as he too, got up from the bed, stark naked, body as if sculpted by the gods as a blessing to mankind.

'But you loved it,' he winked, I turned away to hide my blush. In the whole month that we've been dating, I guess last night was the only time we have really explored each other's sexual limits, merely because we lack of time when Oscar's around. I felt one of his big hands grab my ass, squeezing my flesh hard that the sensation made me moan as I held onto the bedpost for balance. He added another spank to my ass with the many I received last night.

Moments later, I felt Jon's eyes on me as I prepared breakfast, it was only a matter of time before we were at it again, like rabbits, the kitchen counter acted as bed, the foods violated. He was good, very good as if a man with a lot of knowledge and experience regarding womanly pleasures. With my moans in the quiet room as I rocked him, riding him as he calls it, his hands squeezing the sensitive flesh of my breasts and his mouth covering my body with hickeys, we were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. Cracking my eyes open and disturbing me from ecstasy, I got off Jon and raced back to his room to answer the call, noticing that it's Lucy as I was about to answer it.

'Hey Lucy, you called?' flushed, I answered as I watched Jon, like a predator ready to ravish his prey approached me, eyes dark with lust as he moved like a monster eager to devour my flesh.

'Hello Coco, Suze informed me that you called 4 times last night, I sent Oscar early and fell asleep early myself, I'm terribly sorry to keep you worried,' my sister informed as I held back a squeal when Jon carried me to bed, laying me down.

He spread my legs open before him, earning the redness the crept in my face as I further listened to my sister, hoping I'm not making any unnecessary noise. 'I just wanted to see how everything is doing. Is he being a good boy?' I asked, biting down my lower lip after that as I felt Jon's warm tongue press against the sanctuary between my legs for a taste.

'Very. He misses you dearly though and Jon too,' Lucy replied, I shut my eyes as Jon continued his attempt to end me. 'Here he is, he's eating his breakfast right now. I'll let you talk to him now,' Lucy informed me.

'It's Oscar on the phone, stop that,' pulling the phone away from my ear, I whispered at Jon but he merely looked at me before burying his head further between my legs, the sensation that followed almost killed me.

'Mommy,' Oscar's familiar voice from the other side of the line kept me alive.

'Hello baby. How is my Oscar doing? Are you a good boy there?' I asked him as I pulled onto Jon's hair, eyes shut from the sensation as he fingered me whilst tasting my flesh.

'Mommy, I want home,' Oscar informed me, 'there's a bird Mommy, I want a bird,' he added, distracted and it was very hard, very hard to concentrate on Oscar's words when Jon is eating me up.

'Mmm,' I murmured my approval before feeling my body tremble from the pleasure. Shutting my eyes as my toes curled, it was only a matter of seconds before I came, Jon eagerly devouring the juices that came with it.

'Mommy's going now, Oscar. Be a good boy for me, okay?' I asked him as Jon moved from between my legs to tower over me.

'Okay Mommy, buhbye,' responded Oscar and before Lucy could even speak some more to me, I hang up just in time to have Jon enter me, leaving me trembling from the contact and gasping from the sensation.

That evening, after attending my lectures, I headed downtown. Today, Jon is returning back to work as a professional wrestler and as I have told him before, here I am now, about to watch his return to the ring. The facility where the matches are to be held isn't as huge as I expected it but the audience was numerous. With the ticket that Jon had provided for me, going in was easy. The place buzzed, the audience noisy and hungry for some action and in the middle of the facility was the rectangular ring where the participants compete.

By 7 in the evening, the program began and as a newbie, I watched on with interest and awe as a man, large and several centimetres taller than Jon's 6 foot 4 form came into the ring, addressing the audience, doing his promo, as I heard a few of the audience in my row call it. He talked arrogantly and challenged someone from the locker room, trash-talking as they call his actions. It's fascinating, this form of sports entertainment Jon does for a living and it's amazing how they have so much audience that everyone are crammed in the place. I watched the show progress without a sight of Jon. Some of the stories that the feuds seem to revolve around is interesting, while some of the matches were violent and made me flinch.

Halfway through the show however, the crowd seem to have gone mad when one of the wrestler's music began playing, with the loud music playing through the speakers, a familiar form made his way to the ring as the crowd went wild. Looks like someone's popular, I feel proud as the crowd rose up, acknowledging his return, cheering for Jon. "Moxley," they address him as Moxley, it was his ring name. He stood in the middle of the ring, dressed in his wrestling gear, wearing his black trunks and showing off the rest of his great physique.

I watched with a smile on my face as Jon looked around, the ring surrounded by the audience that cheered for his return. 'I've been gone for so long,' his voice came, loud from the microphone, husky to feed on his persona in the ring, 'this place, it's in chaos while I was gone and now, I am here as the saviour of the decay that has taken over under the reign of your current Heavyweight champion, Nick Gage' informed Jon, the crowd roared in agreement that I cannot help but join. 'Gage, if you're hiding in the locker room, you scum, come out here and face me like a man so that I can rub that face of yours on the floor. I challenge you right now with the title on the line.'

Hyped, the crowd continued to cheer. However, instead of the man that Jon was addressing, another man came, a man who bore no title but looked like he's hungry for a fight. Attacking Jon, I held my breath as I watched the assault, afraid as I watched Jon being beaten up before my eyes. I need to remind myself that it's all rehearsed to keep myself from going in there and taking Jon's hurt ass home. A few moments later after the assault, when the man who had assaulted Jon thought he'd succeeded and was gaining boos from the audience instead of the cheers Jon was constantly receiving, he was taken off guard when Jon had attacked him from behind, a blow to his back with a steel chair, I flinched at Jon's action, once again having to remind myself it's rehearsed and scripted.

Before the assault, this time led by Jon could progress any further, the general manager as they call him or the man who runs the show in the eyes of the audience came out, giving an announcement that further excited the crowd as result of the promo. 'Next week, Moxley and Nick Gage will be fighting against one another for the main event in a "Fans Bring the Weapons" match!' announced the general manager as the audience demanded to have the match now as main event. However, due to Jon's injury with management not wanting him to put immediate stress in case of re-injury, the fans have to wait.

After the show, I waited for Jon outside the facility and when he approached me, the first thing I did, like a concerned mother was check him if he's been hurt. 'If only I knew wrestling was that violent, I wouldn't have approved of it,' I told him, he immediately shut me up with an aggressive kiss on my lips.

'I invite you to watch the match next week, it's going to be interesting,' chuckled Jon, I flinched at the idea.

'The family sitting next to me had informed me that you have a reputation of involving yourself in violent and bloody matches,' I began, face turning serious, I held his face between my hands, 'is that still rehearsed and scripted?'

Jon shrugged his shoulder, 'it is but shit can happen,' grinning at me, he said. 'Hey, this is the job I've been wanting since I was 9, I'm living my dream. It's about time you do the same too for yourself, Coco.'

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