Chapter 10

"I feel so much better."

Spencer looked up from the metal folding chair she sat in and smiled, having one already set up for Milla. "You look better than I feel." She admitted softly, lowering her eyes as Milla took a seat beside her, trying to figure out what to do about this Robert situation.

"Have you decided what you're going to do?" Milla asked, thankful they were alone because she could pick Spencer's brain a little more in depth. She wore the same clothes she came to the arena in and left her hair down to air-dry.

"No. I brought this on myself by lying and now I've dragged Colby further into it." Spencer buried her head in her hands and felt Milla's hand squeeze her shoulder, giving her the only comfort she could. "I don't have a choice do I?"

Milla sighed, wishing she could disagree with that, but she couldn't. "Unless you come clean to the idiot and turn him in for harassment, I don't see any other way to solve this. But something tells me your feelings for Colby aren't all friendly. Or is my inner radar completely off whack?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson red as Spencer sat up straight in the chair, keeping her eyes averted. "No, it's not." She admitted quietly, clasping her hands in her lap. "I've had a crush on him since he debuted in the company back in November. That's why I chose to pinpoint the time with Robert on when Colby and I started 'dating'." She did the quotation motion with her fingers. "I still can't believe he kissed me, even though I know it was just to make Robert go away. It was still nice."

"So I'm gonna go off on a limb here and say you haven't told Colby how you really feel." Milla crossed one leg over the other, folding her arms in front of her chest with an arched brow. "And now you're afraid your feelings for him will only grow if you agree to be his pretend girlfriend."

"In a nutshell, yes." There was no point in hiding the truth from Milla. The woman was very observant and it didn't take a rock scientist to figure out she had feelings for Colby. "I'm afraid of rejection and, not to mention, my reputation is on the line as well. The last thing I want to do is tarnish our reputations because of a stupid crush."

Milla didn't say anything for a few minutes, pondering what Spencer said while tapping her chin thoughtfully. They had a monitor in the room, but she wasn't worried about the show at the moment. Her newfound friend was in turmoil and Milla was trying to figure out a way to help her. She knew what it meant to have a crush on someone because, honestly, that's how she felt about Jon Moxley. There was something about him Milla couldn't pinpoint that drew her in and made her want more. Maybe it was him demanding to know what her body wash smelled like or maybe it was cockiness. All Milla did know for sure was it went far beyond his incredible physique and deep blue eyes.

"Can't say I blame you there. I tried dating a coworker in one of the companies I wrestled for in the Indies. His name was Chris and things didn't work out between us. Too much of an age difference since I was 18 and he was 23. Couldn't get into bars and he enjoyed drinking a lot."

Milla had parted on friendly terms with her ex-boyfriend and they both promised not to let their personal lives interfere with their work. They remained good friends to this day and there were times he'd call to check up on her. Honestly, Chris was a good man, but sometimes things didn't work out and everything happened for a reason. She was meant for bigger and better things such as signing with the WWE while he remained in the Indies. Jon and Colby could never find out about that part of her past though, which is why she purposely left out his last name to Spencer. The guys had an extensive history with her ex, so the less they knew about her past, the better off she'd be.

"So you never drank underage?" Spencer was thankful for the change in subject, turning to fully face Milla.

"Nah, I was too busy working that it never crossed my mind. I'd have a beer here and there, but no hard liquor. Once I turned 21 though, I was taken out and shown what it means to get completely shitfaced and every once in a while I'll do it."

Milla would never forget the night Drake carried her out of the arena they'd wrestled in caveman style and took her to the nearest bar. Chris had been there too, both of them deciding against telling Drake about their small fling when she was 18. It only lasted for 6 months and it was possibly some of the best sex Milla ever experienced. She learned a lot from Chris since he'd taken her virginity and soaked that knowledge up, using it with the other men she slept with after him. Not a whore by any stretch of the imagination, Milla did have needs and had occasional one night stands whenever she felt the urge stir within her. Of course, they were all people she knew from the Indies and it wasn't a long list, just a few. The night of her 21st birthday, she'd gotten plastered and Chris ended up taking her back to his hotel room for one last romp. Nothing was awkward between them because Milla understood what it meant to simply have sex without letting feelings get in the way. Chris would always hold a special place in her heart because he had been her first, but Milla honestly never truly loved him. Come to think of it, she'd never been truly in love with a man in her life.

"Anyway, I say let Colby help you with this asshole situation. I personally would if the roles were reversed." And it was Jon, she added in thought, blinking because she had no idea where that came from. "The last thing you need to worry about is some idiot stalking you just because he doesn't understand the concept of the word no."

Spencer couldn't argue with that point, no matter how much she wanted to and snapped her head up the same time Milla did when a knock sounded at the door. "It might be..." She whispered, fear entering her leaf green eyes and stopped Milla from going toward it. "Milla, wait!"

"Relax, if it's the asshole he's not getting in here." Milla assured her, squaring her shoulders and walked over, unlocking the door to open it. It was Shane McMahon again. "Hey Shane, the boys went out for their segment."

"I know, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes alone, if that's alright?" Shane said, wondering why the Shield's locker room door was locked, but didn't question it. "May I come in?"

"S-Sure, of course." Milla stepped aside and let him in, shooting a look at Spencer that told her to get the terrified look off her face pronto.

Spencer read her loud and clear, nodding discreetly at Milla. "I have some work to get done."

"Don't forget about drinks tonight after the show."

"I won't."

"Make sure you get the rest of the advertising done for Survivor Series as quickly as possible." Shane stated and chuckled as Spencer's eyes shot open, watching her jet out the door.

Milla shook her head, trying not to laugh and turned her full attention on Shane. "What did you want to discuss?" She asked cordially, padding over to sit down on the bench. Her feet were currently bare since Milla didn't feel up to wearing the heels again.

"We were rushed earlier and I just wanted to make sure you were adjusting alright. I know I put a lot of pressure on you tonight with that title match, but you came out on top. You took that adversity of being a rookie and showed people what you were made of. Not a lot of people can do that." Shane explained, sitting on the bench beside her, maintaining a safe distance so Milla didn't feel uncomfortable. "I also want to tell you that, if you need anything or you have any problems, you can always come to me. It doesn't matter if it's business-related or not, I'll help you anyway I can."

Milla was grateful for Shane's offer and made her more confident in her decision to take this job with WWE. "I appreciate that, Shane, truly. I will do my best not to disappoint you."

"You won't." He said confidently and stood up from the bench, straightening his shirt collar a little. "I should get going, but remember what I said. That includes the Shield as well. If you have issues with any of them, I will handle it."

"I understand and I don't think I will. They're all very nice and have treated me well so far." Milla informed him, not expecting this from Shane McMahon and took it with a grain of salt. He probably did this with all Superstars he signed to the roster. "Have a good night."

"You too, Milla." Shane winked and left the locker room just as the Shield came walking up, nodding at all of them.

Jon raised a brow, looking over his shoulder as the boss kept walking away and knew he came from their locker room. "Where's Spencer?" He asked as soon as they walked through the door and saw Milla sitting alone.

"She had some more work to take care of." Milla replied, tossing each of them a bottled water from the cooler in the room. "I'll text her when we're getting ready to leave and see if she still wants to join us for drinks."

Downing half the bottled water, Jon poured some of it over his head while Joe headed into the bathroom to shower first and Colby left to go check on Spencer. "That's what you're wearing to the bar?" He asked, eyeballing the dress clothes she had on earlier and hid a smirk, dragging a metal folding chair to straddle it in front of her.

"Yeah…" Milla looked down at herself, frowning thoughtfully. "What's wrong with it?"

Jon decided to be blunt with her since she'd have to get used to it, especially traveling with them all the time. "You look like a secretary waiting to be punished by your boss. Or fucked in other words." Maybe that wasn't the right way to say it, but there was no taking it back and Jon meant every word.

Milla felt her jaw drop to the floor, light brown eyes shooting open and immediately stood up from the chair. "That was uncalled for." She couldn't believe what he said and tried stopping her cheeks from flaming up.

"It's the truth though." Jon stood up along with her, knowing she was trying to put some kind of distance between them and started following her around the room. "Would you rather I called you a corporate looking slut?"

"I'd rather you not call me ANYTHING." She growled, not amused with his baiting and stood on the opposite side of the dressing room, folding her arms in front of her chest. "I'm dressed this way because that's what the WWE dress code calls for, dick."

Jon could tell he hit a nerve or two with his honesty and sighed heavily, cornering her. "We don't have to follow the dress code all the way. I didn't mean to offend you. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me. And that's the closest to an apology you'll get from me." He informed her, reaching down to brush a strand of honey blonde away from her cheek, blue eyes boring into her.

"This is all I had with me besides my wrestling gear and I'm not wearing that to a bar. I'll make sure to bring extra clothes next time." Milla said quietly, trying not to get lost in his eyes, but it was extremely hard to do. "But I don't look like a secretary wanting to be fucked by her boss or a corporate slut. Maybe that's just YOUR imagination running away with you, Jon."

Snorting, Jon pressed her further against the wall and slid his hands up her sides, the silky material of her sleeveless blouse lighting his blood on fire. "Yes you do and let me tell you why. This top has buttons that look ready to burst because of your tits. I can see your hardened nipples poking against the material and it's BEGGING to be ripped open. Your pants show off your pert ass and if you look close enough, you can see your panty line through them since they too are tight." His mouth was by her ear by now as he continued stroking her sides up and down, keeping his hands in safe zones. "Then again, maybe my imagination is running wild and that's what I want to do to you."

Someone save me, Milla pleaded in thought, closing her eyes momentarily at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear and neck. There was definitely sexual tension between them and Milla didn't know how long she could hold out before falling into bed with him. His nose brushed against her pulse point again as he inhaled the scent of her body wash, smirking at the groan escaping him. Milla decided right then and there she wouldn't be changing what body wash she used since it drove Jon crazy.

"Keep that imagination going because that's the only way you'll have me." Milla murmured seductively and pushed past him out of the corner, needing to cool off so she didn't burst into flames.

"We'll see, Milla." Jon smirked, the wheels in his head already turning with different ways to torture her until she gave into him. This would be fun.

Milla sent Spencer a quick text to let her know they were leaving shortly just as Joe stepped out of the bathroom and Jon took his place. "You could help wash my back if you want." He blatantly offered in front of Joe, blue eyes flashing wickedly at Milla and chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

"That son of a bitch…" Milla hissed, wanting to kill him and held her hand up before Joe could ask what he meant by that. "Don't ask. You don't wanna know…" Hell, at this point she didn't want to know what was going through Jon's diabolical mind and knew this game with him was far from over.

A half an hour later, they all set out to the nearest bar for Milla's celebration. Somehow, she ended up sitting in the back with Jon while Colby and Spencer took the seat in front of them. Every time Jon would start touching her thigh, she smacked his hand and scooted away from him. He didn't bother closing the distance between them since he had a long enough reach to screw with her. Throughout the night at the bar, Milla made sure to sit as far away from Jon as possible, wanting to enjoy herself without his touch distracting her. Around 2 AM, they all headed back to the hotel and Milla didn't have to check out of her room since it was already done. Her luggage was taken to the Shield's suite by the hotel staff, which she was grateful for. Stumbling inside, Milla went straight to her room that had her luggage in it with the help of Jon.

"Thanks for helping me." She somewhat slurred and kissed his cheek, stumbling into her room closing the door behind her.

Jon stood there touching his cheek with his fingertips and went to his own room, falling asleep with Milla Brown on his mind.