Chapter Twenty-five:
"We should stop doing this." Derrick mentions lifting Layla to have her wrap her legs around him.
After each live event, when they must be mean to each other, they would sneak to one of their suites to apologize in the only one way, the only way they want to for hours.
"Do you want me to stop?" Layla pecks his neck.
"We should, but I don't want to be away from you. The only positive aspect of this storyline is having our apology nights." He pecks her lips.
"We just have keep up this persona for a few more months." Layla mentions when she asked Vince how long until they start to become a power couple.
"A few months too long. I want the whole world to know you're my girl like before." He sighs moving backwards to sit on the bed.
"I do too, with me not able to scream without anyone wondering what is happening in the room. We just have to wait until then to celebrate." She assures him wanting the same thing.
Derrick nods. "I am sorry for ruining our night with this serious talk." He apologizes.
"No apologizes I feel the same way. To prove I feel that way, I am going to treat you if you can keep quiet." She proposes.
"That is not my problem, sweetheart." He grins referring to her screaming loud that they get knocks on the door to keep it down.
"Well…" She blushes embarrassed. "It is your turn now." She states with no rebuttal.
"Certainly, make me scream like you." He lays down with his hands behind his head.
"Lift your hips, baby, please." She sweetly requests.
He sits up to kiss her for a moment. "Whatever you say." He places his knuckles on either side of him to lift himself up.
"My man is so strong." She pulls his shorts down to his knees. "Ooo… my man is ready." She appreciates with a huge smile.
"Almost, I am ready when you are fully exposed." He mentions which makes her weak in the knees.
"That won't happen tonight." She spreads his legs to fit in between them.
She starts with his lips kissing him sweetly. Every time it goes too passionately, she stops which is often. "Control yourself, sweetheart." He jokes knowing she wants control.
"Don't worry I am in control. You will be begging for your control soon." She warns.
"I can't wait." He grins looking forward to it.
Layla smiles before she continues down his body with pecks. When she gets to his member, she looks up to him devilishly. "Ready." Derrick lifts her head up to have his lips on hers. "I am always ready for you." He admits lying about his statement before.
Layla smirks before she rubs him slowly. "You already feel great in my hands." She whispers. "I wonder how you will feel in my mouth." She includes.
"Why don't you insert it to find out." He whispers back to test how much in control she is.
"As you wish." She crawls down to the floor before she signals him to follow. Derrick follows to have him lined up to her mouth. "Remember you have to keep quiet." She reminds him like a mother would a child.
"I will try." He says to not lie if he accidentally does be loud.
"Promise me." She crosses her arms not wanting any interruptions.
"Are you going to be stubborn because you will lose." He warns as they test this theory already.
"Maybe." She shrugs.
"All righty then." He accepts. This surprise her, although she will not push her luck.
Layla rubs him with a few more strokes before sinking her mouth down his member. She inches herself slowly with a stroke to the rest of the length each time. This slow pace threatens him to just thrust into her mouth, however must respect her control of the situation.
"Am I going too slow." She removes her mouth to ask.
"No. No, you are executing everything just fine." Derrick states in a hurry to have her return to him being pleasure.
"Are you sure?" She wonders to get clarification.
"Yes." He nods not trying to sound too eagerly.
Layla looks at him and comes up with a plan. She starts to strip off her clothes to bra and panties. Derrick is confused on this action not expecting this so soon.
"Come with me." Layla takes his hand to guide him to the bathroom.
"Where are we going?"
"We are going to the self-made soundproof bathroom." She informs which Derrick gladly smirks at his girlfriend's intelligent ways. "Our screams are our way to show our passion for each other." Layla adds before closing the door.
To keep up appearances, Layla arrived with Alberto and Ricardo at the arena. She tries not to do any PDA besides hand holding to keep from acting unprofessional.
"Layla, Alberto great you two are here. We need you two to read over a few changes to the segment." The talent relations inform them.
"What changes?" She takes the script concern about these changes.
"Just read it." He dodges the question.
Layla automatically switches to the changes. "I have to what." She speaks loudly.
"I guess we have to be embarrassed by your boy toy." Alberto proudly tells her.
"He is not my boy toy. Plus, it is just me and not you." She defends that Derrick is not a person she fools around with. "Also, you are cut out with only mentions in the segment."
"Right, so shall we practice our shock, embarrass expressions?" Del Rio sarcastically ask. "Wait, what?" He reads the script over.
"We shall." Layla approves ignoring the last sentence as she heads to their dressing room.
"Are you not going to tell me why you are supposedly mean to everyone?" Morrison inquires not wanting to let this situation go.
"The storyline is under wraps to everyone besides myself, according to Mr. McMahon." He replies.
"Derrick, please don't be a jerk to people who care for you." He only hopes to know this attitude is only for storyline purposes, though some people translate it to real life.
"I will not trust me I am nothing like my character." Morrison sighs of breath of relief.
"Moreover, you might not like the actions I portray in the next weeks or tonight." He warns not to want his best friends to hate him.
"Thank you for warning me." Morrison exits to inform Trish to prepare for the worst.
'Invincible' echoes throughout the arena. Everyone cheers as he comes out with a box.
"What do you think Derrick has up his sleeve?" King inquires.
"I say revenge or retaliation from last week." Cole presents his idea.
"Hello WWE Universe." Derrick greets having the box beside him. "Last week, I offered Alberto a rematch for my title. In the kindness of my heart, I felt bad on how our match ended. I mean we should have an ending without controversy. What did he do with this act of kindness, he let Layla hit with chair?" He pauses with he can't disrespect woman, especially Layla. He planned to call her names, however couldn't spit out the words. "Now, I could offer the match again, although Del Rio needs to earn it." He informs a stipulation.
"No. No." Layla speaks walking down the ramp. "This is my fault." She enters the ring. "He should have, he would have accepted if I didn't interrupt." She states not having Derrick trick Alberto with conditions.
"Really, Alberto you can't confront me yourself. You know this proves my point more that you are a coward." Derrick chuckles. "I have an idea. Layla, you want Alberto to have a rematch." She nods. "You must accomplish a few tasks unless Alberto wants to come down to face me." He offers an opportunity for Alberto Del Rio to save his girl. "No, okay, Layla, you must be a sweet girl who loves nasty products." Layla gulps to shake her head.
"Oh, it false, well I guess you don't want this." He takes out a roll of condoms from the box. "I thought you would need protection." He shrugs placing them around her neck. Anyways, the tasks you need to complete. The first task is simple, give me a kiss." He orders.
Layla happily pecks his lips with no tricks from Derrick. "Great, next you strip 'til you get to your bra and panties." He orders next. She gulps not wanting to be exposed in public. She looks at all the WWE Universe before witnessing a smirk on Derrick's face.
"Please, just let Alberto have his rematch." She pleads hoping it will help.
"Your only way out is having your boyfriend confront and accept the rematch in person. I will give you time to call him out." Derrick passes her the microphone.
Layla tries to speak to call him out, but she can't. A part of her believes that maybe Derrick is right about Alberto.
"What is wrong?"
"He is not coming." She quietly answers.
"Oh, I am sorry Layla that you have to suffer the consequences for him. Furthermore, due to his non-presence you still have to strip." He doesn't back down. Layla shamefully grips her shirt to pull it over. Everyone watches in awe with the parents covering their children's eyes. "Shorts." Derrick refers her next article of clothing. She looks at him with tears in her eyes. "Layla stop." He halts her movements. "One final task." She nods unwillingly. "Follow me." He extends his hand. She looks at the ramp to hope Alberto comes out, but doesn't. She takes his hand to head backstage.
"You might be right before, this match might not happen." Jerry acknowledge. "Alberto doesn't care for anyone besides myself." King disgusted at the display of disrespect.
Backstage, Derrick, with a half-naked Layla, approaches a closet. "I want you to wait here, like this, until Del Rio finds you. When he does, tell him he has his rematch." He directs.
"Can I get a blanket, please?" She requests to feel a small amount comfortable.
"Maybe this will hold you off." He wraps his arms around her to give her a passionate kiss. "I hope you don't have to wait too long." He hopes with it being chilly backstage.
"Wait." She halts his movements. "Come here, please." She requests.
"Yes." Layla kicks him in the family jewels. "I will stand here for him just or excuses on how he wins." She grins being proud of herself.
Derrick slowly gets up coughing a bit. "You are right there will no more excuses because I will make sure that, even with yours and Ricardo's assistant, I will retain my championship. One day you will figure out that he is using you and deserve better." He promises.
"And you are better?" She smugly speaks.
"For you, you have to find out." He limps away. "Oh, if I find you here still standing, the deal will be harder for him to attain." He warns.
"He will be here." She confidently calls out.
"For your sake, I hope so." He utters before leaving her.