3 September 2012
Alberto called Lola twice more that night to update her on Ricardo's condition and vent his worried frustration. She wanted to allay his fears and tell him Ricardo would have the best doctors, but that would mean admitting she controlled the Board through Vince.
And she couldn't tell Alberto that without buying his silence. Ex-boyfriend or not, he was an astute businessman who wasn't above blackmail.
Just as she ended that final call, Vince walked in on her. She gasped in surprise. "Vince! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."
He merely grunted. A look of pure lust was in his eyes. He approached her as a wolf stalks his prey.
It was a look she knew all too well. Her eyes widened in terror as she rose and circled him. How long could she avoid those clawing hands?
They danced around in each other, advancing and retreating, until Lola allowed herself to be caught. Surrender was so sweet when it was on her terms . . .
A few hours later, Vince was sated. But something weighed on his mind, keeping him from succumbing to sleep's hold.
"Who was that you were talking to when I came in?" he asked casually.
Too exhausted to be coy, she sleepily admitted, "Alberto Del Rio." She let out a yawn. "He needed someone to talk to because he was worried about Ricardo."
"Hmph." This would not do. His girl would not be a shoulder for another man to lean on. It didn't matter if he wanted a friend in a time of crisis!
"Hmm . . ." she hummed as she drifted off to the land of dreams.
9 September 2012
"Vince, since we'll be in Montreal, are you planning on going out to the ring?" Lola asked over Sunday breakfast.
"I might be," he replied slowly over his newspaper. "Any reason you ask?"
"Just curious." She typed a few words on her laptop, then paused to sip her apple juice. She let out a happy sigh as she gazed out at the view the balcony afforded them. "It's beautiful here, Vince. Thank you for bringing me along."
"Oh, it's my pleasure, Lola." He regarded her over the rims of his glasses. He could tell what was going through her head. "You think I should head out there to address Bret if he mentions the Screwjob."
She lifted a shoulder and tilted her head but said nothing more on the subject. They spent several minutes in silence.
"What about AJ?" he asked, trying to provoke a reaction.
Her gaze darkened. She turned her face away from him and studied the view again. One, two, three. She counted out the seconds as she took a deep breath. Three, two, one. She slowly exhaled. Attending anger management with Daniel Bryan and Kane had some advantages besides making sure they didn't kill each other or the other patients.
"I ran into her a couple of weeks ago when I was backstage. I'd been talking to Mayv, but . . . AJ thought we were talking about her. Girl's paranoid or something, flying off the handle with her assumptions." She shook her head.
"Did she threaten you?" he asked, suddenly concerned for Lola's safety again.
"Not . . . not exactly. She . . ." Lola frowned, attempted to recall exactly what was said. "Mayv had told me her great-great-grandmother just sort of disappeared from records . . . not long before my great-great -grandmother showed up in Ontario. I had said something about that being crazy - that she'd just left her old life behind so suddenly and without a word. AJ happened to hear that and -"
"She got upset," he concluded.
"Yeah. And you know how I feel about her. I told her she should try some therapy since it's doing wonders for Daniel Bryan, especially after what she's put him through." She heaved another sigh and shook her head. "She told me I should be careful, that I never knew when something crazy might happen to me."
"What'd you say to that?" he asked, intrigued.
Her lips quirked into a half-smile. "I reminded her that she should be careful because she never knew when she might suddenly find herself removed from the position of Raw GM. I walked away before she could say anything else."
Vince chuckled. His girl could certainly get into someone's head and stir up trouble!
"How does Vickie figure into all of this?"
"Well . . . You know my former step-mother doesn't like anyone messing with her kids . . ." She winked at him.
"Lola . . . You always get what you want, don't you?"
"Hm, I am the daughter of the Master Manipulator, remember?"