Chapter 10

The bar Seth chose was low-key, small and cozy with a pianist, nothing grungy or dangerous about it. Seth enjoyed the finer things in life now that he had the money and didn't bother tossing his wealth around. Kinsley wasn't impressed, sitting down in one of the stools and raised a brow at Seth's order for two glasses of wine. He didn't come off as a wine drinker, but Kinsley hid her surprise and watched the bartender pour them dark red liquid, sliding it over to each and Seth paid the tab immediately.

"To a new beginning between us." Seth stated, holding his glass up and smiled when Kinsley joined him.

"Ditto."

They clinked the glasses together gently and sipped the wine, Kinsley admitting only in thought it was delicious. If Seth wasn't such a douchebag, Kinsley would've found him charming and slightly attractive. The two toned hair had to go. She couldn't understand why a man would dye a quarter of his hair bright yellow blonde and leave the rest black. It made no sense. Maybe he was trying to start a trend and Kinsley didn't realize how true that assumption was. Fans all over the globe, during the Shield days, changed their hair to match Seth's and posted their pictures on various social media sites. His beard was also a turn-off.

Drinking was the way to make Seth talk. They went through a bottle, him mostly drinking it, and he couldn't stop running his mouth about being in the biggest storyline in WWE. He was full of himself and Kinsley just listened, pretending to be interested in whatever he said. Then Seth started divulging juicy secrets about the bosses and that subject ignited Kinsley's interest, sipping her wine very slowly. She'd only went through one glass and was on her second.

"Makes me wonder what Steph and Paulie boy would do if they didn't have their side business." Seth mumbled, more to himself than his current company and snorted. "Definitely wouldn't be buying this second bottle of wine, that's for sure."

Side business? What kind of business did Stephanie and Paul have going on besides the WWE? "What exactly does the business involve?" Kinsley asked curiously, blinking when Seth suddenly sobered up and his face paled.

"Shit, nothing." Seth scrubbed hands down his face and knew he'd said too much, pushing the wine glass away stumbling a little on the stool. "W-We need to leave and head back to the hotel." Stephanie would kill him if she found out what he spilled to the new WWE commentator.

Was this man bipolar or something? Kinsley could only nod, paying for the second bottle of wine since Seth forgot and managed to snatch the keys from him to drive. She wasn't drunk, he was. Seth tried fighting her for the keys, but Kinsley won in the end, shoving him in the backseat of the rental. It didn't take long to arrive back at the hotel with Seth groaning the whole time about being treated like a 5 year old. Kinsley put the vehicle in park, shut the ignition off and helped Seth out, draping his arm around her neck.

"One step at a time, Rollins, alright?" She coached, cringing when he stepped on her foot and focused on getting inside the hotel. "Do you remember what room you're in?"

"2nd floor, 375." Seth mumbled, his head swimming and stumbled up the stairs, holding onto Kinsley as much as he could.

This was humiliating and if anyone saw them, her reputation would be destroyed before it had a chance to begin in the WWE. They finally arrived on the 2nd floor and Kinsley was out of breath, leaning against the wall with Seth against her. If she could get him to room 375 and toss him in, she could go take a shot shower to scrub her body clean of his touch and wine scented breath.

"Seth? Seth! You gotta stay with me." Kinsley patted his cheek none too gently and Seth responded by rolling along the wall beside her, his arm weighing heavy on her neck. "Come on, one foot in front of the other. We're almost to your room."

Her worst nightmare happened when a door opened in the hallway and Jonathan Good stepped out, holding an ice bucket in a pair of basketball shorts. "Kinsley?" He could barely see her through the mop of Colby's hair and dropped the bucket, immediately rushing to her. "What the fuck happened?"

As soon as Jon relieved the weight of Seth's arm onto his neck, Kinsley could breathe normally again, her whole face red with exhaustion. "Went out for a friendly drink with him and…he got wasted. On wine." She still had a hard time believing that, rubbing her sore tender neck. "I couldn't leave him at the bar and drove us back here…"

Normally, Jon would've beat the hell out of Colby just by the sight of him, but his concern for Kinsley overweighed his hatred for his former ring comrade. "Come on." He lifted Colby up over his shoulder, turning away from Kinsley. "What number?"

"375." Kinsley couldn't meet Jon's eyes and merely followed, every muscle in her body burning from having to cart Seth's carcass up the stairs. "That's what he told me anyway."

Thankfully, Colby hadn't lied and was passed out over Jon's shoulder, forcing Kinsley to search his pockets for the key card to his room. She slipped it in the slot, pushed open the door and Jon proceeded to toss him bodily on the carpeted floor. Then he plucked the key card from Kinsley, tossed it in the room with the drunken dick and slammed the door shut with authority, icy blues turning to meet exhausted violet. He wanted to yell and berate Kinsley for making a stupid decision to go out with Colby for a 'friendly' drink. There was nothing friendly about his former Shield brother – his former brother in general.

"Need help getting to your room?" He asked instead, swallowing his jealousy and anger down for the moment.

Kinsley shook her head, keeping her eyes averted from Jon. "No. Thank you for helping me though. I appreciate it."

"Good night, Kinsley."

Jon turned and abruptly walked away, leaving her standing in the hallway of the 2nd floor to go back to his room. Kinsley frowned, not blaming Jon for his attitude considering he just had to help someone he despised because of her. What had she been thinking going out with Colby? Trudging to her own room, Kinsley passed out before her head hit the pillow and didn't wake up throughout the night.

"So while I'm gone, I have a favor."

Kinsley was woken up at the crack of dawn by her ringing cell phone, forgetting to shut it off. It was 7 AM and she'd gone to bed a little after 2, giving her a solid 5 hours of sleep. She still couldn't believe Jon had helped bring Seth to his room, even if he tossed the two toned haired man on the floor face first. Hopefully in his drunken stupor, Seth wouldn't remember what happened and Jon would stay in the clear.

"What might that be?" Kinsley yawned, rubbing her tired eyes and wanted to strangle her Aunt for the early morning phone call.

Renee chuckled softly, sipping her Starbucks coffee while waiting to board her flight to see Noah. "I know this is a lot to ask, but I'm worried about Jon…"

No don't say it, Kinsley begged in thought, shaking her head even as the words left her Aunt's mouth.

"Will you please keep an eye on him for me? I just want to make sure he's okay and I don't want him left alone."

WHY WOULD SHE ASK ME TO DO THIS, Kinsley's mind screamed in response, but luckily she didn't say it in the phone. "Sure…No problem…"

She was in BIG trouble while her Aunt was gone on vacation. How the hell was she supposed to keep an eye on a man she was trying to avoid? Renee had no idea how she felt about Jon, so naturally Kinsley would be her first choice to keep an eye on her boyfriend. Kinsley was stuck between a rock and a hard place, wondering how Jon would feel about this.

"Thank you so much, Kins! He means the world to me and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him while I was gone." Renee still felt guilty for leaving Jon and her niece alone on the road, but hopefully they could rely on each other until she returned. "One thing, if you're planning to go check on him this morning, make sure you have coffee with you. The man is a complete bear if he doesn't drink his weight in coffee every day."

Kinsley was the same way. "Got it, anything else?" She couldn't help yawning again, swinging her legs from the bed to land on the carpeted floor, standing up to head to the bathroom.

"Hmm not that I can think of. You don't have to follow him around at the arena, just keep an eye on him, especially that knee. And give him space when he asks for it. I know he doesn't need a babysitter, but don't leave him alone either." Renee hoped she wasn't crossing the line by asking her niece to do this and looked up when her flight was announced over the intercom. "Shit, that's me. I gotta go. He's in room 366, by the way. I'll call you when I land and keep tabs through text. Love you, Kins! Thanks again for doing this!"

Before Kinsley could respond or wish her Aunt safe travels, the line went dead. "I'm so screwed." She muttered, sitting on the toilet to relieve her screaming bladder and washed her hands afterwards, suddenly needing a shower.

She'd been so exhausted hours prior from dragging Seth up two flights of stairs, there was no chance to scrub the night away. Kinsley didn't take long, wanting to get down to Jon's room in case he was an early riser. Normally, she wasn't, but thanks to Renee's wakeup call, there was no way Kinsley would get back to sleep. After her shower, she dressed in simple jeans and a red long sleeved top, braiding her hair to make it hang over her shoulder. It was the simplest way to keep it out of her face besides chopping it off. Kinsley was attached to her hair too much to consider doing that, so she tried keeping it tied up as much as possible. Grabbing her luggage and rechecking the room to make sure she didn't forget anything, Kinsley walked out heading toward Jon's.

Room 366 with coffee in hand from the hotel room service. Seth was just a ways down in 375, but Kinsley had no desire to check on him. Her mind was solely focused on Jon. Setting her bag down on the floor, Kinsley knocked firmly on the door and had to wait 5 minutes before Jon finally answered it…in boxer/briefs – red boxer/briefs. Kinsley had to learn how to breathe again without hyperventilating at the sight of him, the sleepy expression on his face turning her on more than words could say. Haphazard auburn blonde curls hung in his somnolent pale blue eyes and Kinsley could instantly tell he didn't get much sleep.

"I know it's early and I'm sorry, but…I brought you coffee." Kinsley tried sounding upbeat about it, but truthfully this was the last place she wanted to be.

Jon didn't care why Kinsley was at his door at 8 AM in the morning and simply opened the door wider to let her inside, scratching his balls on the walk back to the bed. He plopped back down on the bed face first and Kinsley's insides quivered at the sight of his back. The man had one of the sexiest backs she'd ever seen on the opposite sex. Once again, breathing lessons were needed. She set the coffee down on the table by the bed and plucked Jon's pure black cup out of the holder, squatting down to look at his half-hidden face waving it under his nose.

He groaned in response. "It's too fucking early…" He mumbled, keeping his eyes closed and the smell of coffee was too inviting to ignore or Kinsley for that matter. "What are you doing here?"

"Renee." Kinsley tried not to sound annoyed by the reason, sipping her own coffee once Jon finally took his. "I – uh – I also wanted to thank you for what you did last night…" Bringing Seth Rollins up probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she wanted it out in the open as soon as possible.

"Yeah. Right." Jon wasn't surprised Renee asked her beautiful niece to check on him, expecting it. She was a natural-born mother hen. The Colby situation from last night grated on his nerves, but Jon wouldn't make Kinsley feel worse about it than she already did. "Don't mention it. Again. Ever." He punctuated those last two words, telling her flat out the subject was closed.

"Alright…"

Apparently it was a sore subject for Jon and Kinsley didn't want to anger him further. She looked around the messy room while Jon gathered himself, letting him fully awaken. Renee wasn't around to clean up after him, that much was clear to Kinsley since clothes were sprawled all over the place.

"Do you know why Renee is taking a week off?" She asked once he stepped out of the shower, fully dressed in jeans and a yellow t-shirt, leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair Kinsley currently occupied.

"Nope." Jon blatantly lied, trying to keep his eyes from straying over to the gorgeous dark brown haired beauty. He was sworn to secrecy to Renee and refused to break that promise.

Even though the subject was supposed to be dropped, Kinsley felt she had to thank Jon for keeping her secret about what happened with Seth at the hotel the previous day. Only for her to turn around and go out for a drink with Seth. Kinsley was in quite the conundrum and had no idea how to get out of it. If Renee only knew how her niece felt about Jon…Kinsley heaved a sigh and tried keeping her gaze away from the 6'4 stud.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk about this, but thank you for not telling Renee about what happened yesterday." Kinsley watched him tense while packing his belongings away, but didn't look up at her. "I think I have him handled after last night. Whatever he remembers of it, that is. I can use it against him if he tries something on me, but I don't think he will."

The pang of deep jealousy rocketed through Jon and he hated the feeling of it, simply nodding. What could he say? The woman wanted to be with Colby and had no idea what she was getting herself into. Jon had nothing to say about it unless it was tearing Colby apart verbally and physically. They both walked out of the hotel room to go to their separate vehicles and Kinsley couldn't help noticing how taciturn he was toward her. Boarding the flight, she was looking forward to 2 days being home away from all the drama of the WWE.