You can punish me whichever way you want. But thank you for still being here. This update is long and rambly. Blame it on writer's block. You've been warned.
For msgemgem. Sorry it took longer than I promised.
"She needs to rest, Vince. This storyline needs to end. Now!"
"Oh, I don't know about that. She seems like she's enjoying herself a bit too much for me to stop her now."
Jeff watched the shit-eating grin on the man's face as he worked on the paperwork in front of him. Either he didn't know Keri had somehow disabled the cameras or he was in on it.
His gaze narrowed. The last time he had damaged a camera he had been punished. How he had been punished! Keri's words from that video Vince had aired still haunted him. But now the man was grinning? He could even go as far as to say he was very happy.
"You know," he stated.
"Of course I know," Vince grinned. "And for the record, I would never have invaded your privacy. Anytime you want some... ah... quality time with the little woman, all you have to do is tell the guys to stop recording. If you'd bothered to read the contract you'd know that."
She'd asked? The fuck?!
"Look, all of that doesn't matter now. She needs to rest and concentrate on making sure the babies are healthy. We've talked about it and agreed it would be for the best."
Vince just grinned again. Maybe the man could smell his desperation.
After he had snuck out of the room in the early hours of the morning he had ended up crashing on Matt and Shane's couch – which was long, comfortable and new with plenty of spare blankets. He'd called Keri once to check on her and make up an excuse about his absence but he was quite sure she knew the real reason he had run away. Or at least, she knew part of the reason.
He didn't need her to crush his heart to dust just so she could scratch an itch.
"Okay, so when exactly do you intend to finish this storyline?" he growled.
"Oh, I don't know. It could be weeks. Months."
"She's pregnant!"
"I'm very aware of that, Jeffrey."
He said it with a grin.
"Stop fucking with me."
"But it's so much fun! Now, excuse me. I have a lot of work to do."
He scowled but stood up.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. We'll be doing a series of candid interviews this week, right until Backlash this Sunday. Individual ones and of you together."
"Candid?"
"I'm not going to take the fun out of it by letting you prepare for the questions, am I?"
He could only imagine the sort of questions Vince would come up with. And if they asked Keri how she really felt about him and she told the truth, he'd look like a complete dick for falling in love with her.
He heard the man laughing as the door closed, and muttered swear words under his breath as he looked up and down the busy hallway, ignoring the camera crew that stood next to him. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry that they knew what he and Keri had done. It was nobody's damn business.
He had come to the arena early, hoping Vince would be reasonable and send Keri home as soon as possible. Obviously, that was too much to ask.
He'd skipped breakfast because the moment he'd woken up Matt had kicked him out and told him to go and take care of Keri. He'd wanted to. He'd wanted to take care of her all day. His body was still on fire from their entirely too brief night so it was tempting to go back to the hotel.
But this was something he couldn't let her win. He wasn't sure he could survive her breaking his heart so many times. If he made her stop now, there was a chance - a slight chance - that in time he would look back and remember everything fondly, rather than with all the pain he was feeling now. Hell, give him a few years he was sure he would even be able to pretend convincingly that he was happy for her if she found a husband.
Not if. When.
Somebody was bound to step up and be the man she needed. Somebody who wasn't a dick to her. Somebody who hadn't raped her.
On that thought, he ran a hand through his hair and started walking to his locker room. Guilt was a bitch. Sexual frustration was a bitch. Love was a bitch. And Vince... he was the biggest bitch of all.
"You seem awfully chipper today."
She stopped her musing to look at John as he did his weights.
"That's 'cause she got some," Randy answered.
"Shut your mouth!" she said. "Dude, the hell's wrong with you?"
But she found she couldn't stop smiling, even with Randy's lack of boundaries. She was happily seated on a weight bench opposite the two of them even though she'd got up at an ungodly hour. The second Jeff had eased out of bed, actually. She had known he would run away, and it kind of stung a little but even that couldn't stop the smile.
How could it, when she'd learned she could have him whenever she wanted?
However long his desire for her lasted, she intended to make the most of it.
"Do guys like whipped cream?"
"Ah... Why?" Randy didn't stop his repetitions with the weights.
"You know that thing in the movies, when the man sprays whipped cream on the woman's body... then licks it off..?" She saw the image clearly and it made her breathless. "Really slow, like. I mean, his tongue gets everywhere... tastes everything... It looks dirty and sticky. But hot. So hot. "
She spent a few more seconds with the images. Jeff was going to have to do that to her. Another time, though. Right now she was more interested in what she could do for him. And to do that she needed to learn as much as she could about pleasing men without resorting to watching porn. Although that didn't sound so bad...
A smile still on her lips, she looked at Randy and then John.
"What?" She frowned.
They'd stopped working out and were looking at her oddly. John cleared his throat.
"Ok. I think we're done here," Randy chuckled.
"Are you kidding? We only just got here," she said as she watched them pack up their shit.
"I need a cold shower. You coming or not?"
"You've hardly worked up a sweat," she pointed out as she stood up and started following. "And you didn't answer my question."
"Oh, I think men like whipped cream a lot," John laughed.
"Ok. Thanks. I was thinking strawberries, too, but what the hell do I do with them? Do I turn him into a giant fruit salad and eat them from his body? Do I feed them to him? Throw them at him?"
Both men turned back to look at her, again with the odd, amused looks on their faces. Then they looked at each other and grinned.
"What?"
They got to the elevators and John pressed the button. Then they both turned to look at her. Study her, more like. She frowned and crossed her arms.
"I'm not going to ask again. The fuck are you looking at?"
They laughed and turned away just as the elevator doors opened.
"I don't know why we never saw it before," Randy said, ignoring her as they walked in.
"It's like a big sign in bright lights right above her head," John agreed.
Then they studied her again.
"All that innocence just makes her hotter, though. Imagine how much fun Jeff's going to have teaching her," Randy grinned.
She immediately understood what was amusing them.
"You think it's funny?"
"No, I think it's cute," Randy smirked, pulling her to his side and putting his arm around her shoulder. "You saved yourself for Jeff."
"I didn't save myself for Jeff," she protested. "I saved myself for love."
Randy's grin got wider and she knew she shouldn't have said that. She looked at their constant companion, the cameraman and grimaced.
"Can you edit that bit out?"
"You can't take it back," Randy chuckled. "You love him."
"You really looooove him. You wanna fuuuuuck him," John sang.
"You two are so juvenile."
"You think he's seeeeeexy. You wanna riiiiide him," Randy chimed in.
"You wanna liiiiick him, and let him diiiiiick you," John continued.
"Classy." She shook her head as the doors opened on Randy and John's floor. "I'm sure your fans will be so proud of you."
"They really looooove us, they want our baaaaabies," Randy sang.
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the elevator. Jeff would see this; of this she had no doubt. Vince was going to have a party with that one slip of her tongue, maybe even air it like he had done with the other thing just to humiliate her. Then Jeff, and the rest of the world, would know how she felt and feel sorry for her. She'd be fucked.
But she'd worry about that when it happened. Right now she needed to go and buy some whipped cream.
Jeff nodded his head at something one of the Production crew said. He hadn't heard a word. He'd already gone over his match, and his years of experience meant he would be able to read all the signs and not miss his spots. But he'd been cornered in Catering for some last minute changes that he wasn't really in the right head space for.
Keri was looking for him.
And if her text message was anything to go by, she was coming for some dick.
Whipped cream? How the hell was he supposed to work with that much pressure? It was a house show, but he prided himself in doing the best he could, giving all he could for every match, televised or otherwise. He couldn't let Keri distract him like this.
"Take these and go over them with Matt. He's coming to disrupt your match at the end, not the beginning like we'd planned."
He took the papers, frowning a little at how many there were. A fewchanges? More like they'd reworked the whole match.
His eyes scanned the room again. The show had an hour or so till it started but most of his co-workers were here already. Keri was probably on her way, too. He needed to find a room to hang out in before she did.
"You're on last. You've got just over three hours."
"Three hours?"
He spun around at the sound of Keri's voice. The fuck had she come from? Cena stood next to her, grinning at him like an idiot.
"That's plenty of time," she continued.
Then she grinned, her hazel eyes twinkling at him, threatening his composure.
She was wearing a little dress again. A blue one that showed her fuller figure to perfection. Her message had mentioned something about a lack of underwear along with a detailed description of what she wanted to do to him.
He swallowed.
"H-hey, Keri. I can't talk right now, I have to go over this," he said, thanking his lucky stars for whoever had given him such a solid excuse.
"That's alright. I have to get ready, too, anyway," she smiled.
He hoped she'd brought her underwear if she was coming to the ring with him!
"Um... Great. I'll catch you later then."
He made to go but her hand on his arm stopped him. The grin was still on her face. Clearly she was thoroughly enjoying playing this cat and mouse game.
His heart stopped when she stepped forward, standing so close that she was brushing against him. The heat of her body was an instant reminder of last night as she went on her toes and leaned forward.
"Have you thought about that message I sent?" she whispered against his ear.
He shivered.
"Um..."
"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"
That and a lot of other things. Like what he'd do to her after she'd licked him all over and blown him.
"Tell me. Tell me every single, dirty thought," she whispered.
He swallowed. John was still standing there, still grinning. He had a feeling he knew what was going on.
"Keri..."
"Shhh," she said.
Her breath was warm against his neck, shooting heat straight down to his groin. He closed his eyes, fighting it, fighting her.
"Tell me," she repeated, this time plastering her body against his and earning an involuntary hiss from his lips.
Fuck. She was messing him up on purpose. Payback for how he had pursued her in the beginning.
"I... I want to dick you. Real bad," he admitted in a husky whisper.
Resisting temptation was impossible. He'd dick her right now in front of everyone if she wanted.
"I love it when you talk dirty," she smiled as she moved away from him. "Catch you later dude."
Then she turned and walked away. Just like that.
It took him a moment to remember he was standing in the middle of Catering. And for some reason John was still standing there, too.
"You poor bastard," Cena laughed.
Nothing about this situation was funny.
With a frown he walked away, too, making sure he went in the opposite direction and away from Cena's bellowing laugh. Maybe he deserved to be sexually frustrated for the rest of his life.
"If you keep twitching and fidgeting like that I'm going to have to get you some professional help."
Jeff stopped tapping his feet and folded his arms across his chest.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"And you've been sitting there for the better part of an hour but still haven't said anything," Adam continued without looking up at his phone. "Those dudes standing in the corner are starting to creep me out."
"Sorry," he repeated, crossing his legs to stop himself unconsciously tapping again.
Adam met his gaze across the locker room, and then grunted as he looked back at his phone. He probably knew what a load of shit that was. He hadn't come here for the conversation, evidenced by just how far away from Adam he was sitting in the first place. Adam had settled on a sofa along the wall at top of the room while he had chosen to sit on the bench close to the door.
"So how's Keri?"
"Don't. You don't get to talk about her."
Adam put his phone down beside him and folded his arms, too.
"Okay, cut the crap. You've only come here because it's the one place you know she won't look."
"That still doesn't mean you get to ask me about her."
"I thought we were past that shit," Adam said. "I was hanging out with Matt and Shane all morning. Last night Reject sent me a text chronicling an unfortunate incident at his shop involving that chick I was crazy about when she was first introduced to us. Keri sent me a video of your babies. Everyone's cool now. What the hell's wrong with you?"
What? Was it possible he'd been too wrapped up in Keri to see what was happening? He could have put a stop to this nonsense.
"Delete the videos. You don't get to pretend everything you did was okay. You don't get to waltz back into Keri's life."
Adam sat back in the sofa.
"Keri, huh? That's what this is all about? Lita and I broke Matt's heart but you hate me because I hurt Keri?"
"And that's never going to change. I don't care what Matt or anybody else says," he said.
He was well aware he'd cheated, too. And eventually he hoped Maria would be his friend again. But this wasn't about him or double standards.
"Okay. Glad we've cleared that up," Adam said as he picked his phone up again. "And for the record, you're being a giant dick. If you insist on playing with Keri like this I suggest you find somewhere else to hide."
"You don't get to talk about Keri! You don't know shit about what's going on so don't sit there and judge me."
Adam had the nerve to chuckle.
"You know why Vince makes so much money? He's always got his fingers in the next big thing. This social media thing seems to be working for him. Heard of Twitter?"
He frowned. What the fuck was he getting at?
"For the past couple of weeks since the first video aired at Wrestlemania, the WWE website has posted a number of video trailers about your show."
What?!
"Judging by that stupefied look on your face, I seem to know more than you do. Jeff and Keri has been tending a lot lately. Not that I'm into that sort of thing. I can't get my head around telling people I'm taking a crap or eating breakfast in one hundred and forty characters or less. But Vince and his people have the hang of it. I've watched all the trailers. Read some of what the WWE Universe and employees are saying. It's enlightening. You should take a look sometime."
Fuck.
"So yes, I do know what's happening. And thanks to Twitter I know you're hiding and why you're hiding even though I haven't left my locker room all afternoon."
"I'm leaving," he snapped, getting to his feet.
"Are you sure? According to Cena a big party has been planned, and they only need to find the guest of honour. Hashtag where's Jeff. Hashtag pregnant virgin. Hashtag true story. Hashtag clueless. That's a lot of hash tags."
The fuck was wrong with these people? This wasn't a game.
He didn't bother answering Adam as he stormed out of the room.
Keri saw Jeff coming out of Adam's locker room and smirked. She'd been waiting for him for a while, looking like an idiot loitering in the hallway. But one of the good things about this reality show was someone always knew where they were. The cameramen had had no qualms telling her exactly where she could find her elusive lover.
She wiped the smirk from her face and tried her best distressed look as she leaned against the door behind her. Jeff wouldn't be able to resist playing hero. It was his thing.
"Keri?"
On cue, Jeff rushed to her. She tried not to shiver when his hand cupped her chin to lift her head up. Since she'd made up her mind to have him whenever she could, as much as she could, her body seemed more out of control than when the whole thing had started.
"Are you alright?"
She shook her head.
"What is it? Who's hurt you?" he frowned.
Worry filled his pretty emeralds. She felt a pang of guilt for using him like this - he always came when she needed him, no matter what - but she squashed it before it could ruin her plans. All was fair in love and war.
"I need your help. Come with me. Please."
"Sure," Jeff agreed instantly. "Where?"
She took his hand and opened the door she'd been leaning on. It was an empty locker room; hopefully nobody would walk in on them. There were no cameras in here, and she'd already disabled her microphone. Jeff closed the door behind him and came forward, putting his arm across her shoulders with concern.
"Has somebody hurt you?" he asked.
"Just hold me," she whispered.
She didn't give him a chance to turn her down as she turned her body into the heat of his.
"Um..."
Any second now he'd realise she'd played him. Her arms went around him, knowing he'd escape otherwise. Then she went on her toes and placed her lips on the quickening pulse at the base of his neck.
"You know we can't do this anymore," Jeff groaned, dropping his arm to his side.
But he didn't push her away like he would have done if he really didn't want her.
"Yes we can." She smiled against his neck when she felt him tremble.
"Keri... Fuck."
"Yes, Jeff. Fuck. Now."
She used one hand to turn his microphone off while the other tangled in his hair and pulled his head down.
"Right now," she added.
The whipped cream and all the other stuff Randy had helped her buy would be for later, when she could take her time. Right now she just needed to feel all of him inside her.
She crashed her lips against his, taking him prisoner, moaning at the instant heat that coursed through her body. But she could still feel his resistance. His arms were still at his sides, though his hands were clenched like he was trying to stop himself.
"Don't fight it. Touch me, baby," she pleaded.
She placed her hands under the hem of his t-shirt and moaned again at the feel of his naked flesh under her fingers. Fire. So much fire. All consuming fire. It was impossible not to get burnt.
"Please," she whispered.
A guttural sound left his lips and then she felt his fingers slowly trailing down her sides, stealing her breath with their magic, sensitising her whole body with barely a touch.
Without another word he found the hem of her short dress and pulled it up, over her head. He threw it behind him without a thought to where it landed then started a deliberate inspection of her body. In the beginning it had scared her that Jeff could look at her like this - so intense and focused with so much need and longing - but now she revelled in it. Heat pooled between her legs, her limbs weakened and she started trembling in anticipation. She knew her face was flushed and she couldn't get her breathing under control. But she wasn't afraid to let him see how much he affected her. How much she wanted him.
"I lied about not wearing panties," she whispered.
His hand was shaky as he finally brought it up to her body. Then he trailed down over a lace-covered tit, over the bump until his fingers settled between her legs. She knew that the lacy panties would be no barrier; she was practically dripping for him. Coming apart on the spot.
Jeff moved his fingers a little, rubbing her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was invite unwanted attention by screaming out his name, but it was incredibly hard to control herself. Especially when his other arm went around her to steady her while his fingers pushed her lacy barrier aside and slipped inside her. She opened her eyes to silently plead with him but found his smouldering gaze on her, studying her reactions. Breathless gasps left her lips with every thrust of his fingers, and they seemed to please him. And the harder he thrust the more noise she made. Her control was quickly flying out the window.
"Make love to me, Jeffy," she pleaded breathlessly. "I need you."
He removed his fingers but she had no time to mourn their loss. He made short work of her bra and panties before meeting her lips again. He devoured them, took control as he moved her backwards. And when her back was to the wall he lifted her up and put her legs around his waist. Then he pulled his lips from hers, leaving a little space between him and the bump. His chest was heaving when he met her eyes again, and his eyes were pleading with her. But she wasn't about to stop now, not when she was already so close.
She ground herself against the bulge in his Jeans and smiled when a low, almost wounded groan of surrender left his lips. His hands grabbed her butt cheeks and firmly held her in place.
"Now," she ordered, meeting his gaze.
Jeff obliged. She heard the buckle of his belt and his zipper and before she knew it, she felt the hard length of him sliding into her slick heat. Every single inch. And she greedily took all of him, losing her head when she felt every ridge of the hot, hard muscle. But he wasn't doing it hard enough - she suspected the baby bump made him a little cautious.
"Harder. Faster," she pleaded.
She tightened her muscles around him because all the other times they'd made love he'd enjoyed that a lot. And it wasn't any different now. Her name tore out of his lips as he started to move faster, go deeper. To pound into her so relentlessly she felt like she was drowning her senses. Ever thrust sent her higher and with one last stroke he sent both of them over the beautiful edge. Her heart stopped in complete euphoria as Jeff effortlessly took her dead weight. She couldn't have moved from his arms even if there was a fire in the room; none of her limbs were working properly.
"Am I dead?" she asked breathlessly.
Jeff chuckled and brought his lips down to hers briefly. Then he pulled out of her and carefully set her down.
She sat down on the nearest chair to catch her breath. And to watch Jeff run away. She just knew he would. Maybe after a few more ambushes he'd be a willing partner in this, but for now she could wait.
"Um... I need to go," Jeff said as he re-did his zip and belt, and straightened his clothes.
She was butt naked but the man hadn't taken as much as a sock off.
"Sure," she smiled.
He didn't even look her in the eye as he turned away and walked to the door.
Jeff let himself out quickly, leaned against the door and closed his eyes.
Fuck.
He was still breathing heavily, and his body was still feeling the effects of her extraordinary loving. Hell, her juices were still hot on his dick, and he could almost imagine he was still buried in tight heat.
This had to stop. He couldn't take any more.
Maybe tonight, when they got back to the hotel, he'd sit her down and explain why she couldn't do this to him anymore. She was a reasonable person; she'd consider what he had to say. Wouldn't she?
It didn't matter. After he made his feelings clear he wasn't going to let himself get caught off guard again.
On that thought he opened his eyes and pushed himself off the door. And almost walked straight into the camera.
And judging by the grin on the cameraman's face, he'd been there for a while. Him, the sound guy and all the other people standing in groups or walking along this hallway. Looking at him. Grinning.
Some fucking comedian even had the balls to applaud.
Fuck.
Keri rubbed her sweaty palms on the long, black, figure hugging skirt she'd changed into and let out a calming breath as she stood by the Gorilla. An expensive and drool-worthy sleeveless maternity top finished the picture, something Vince's people had pulled out for her from somewhere.
"I won't hurt you."
"I know." She smiled up at Matt and tried to keep her food down.
She still wasn't used to going out to ringside but this time Vince had planned something for her. At least she'd been kept in the loop this time. And she was planning to use it to her advantage.
"Sell it. Make me look good," Matt smirked.
"I'm shitting myself already. I won't need to work very hard to make everyone else believe that."
"You'll be fine. You're a natural drama queen," Matt grinned.
"Ha ha."
She took another deep breath as Adam came to join them.
"How about Adam and Addy? Or Addison if one of them is a girl."
"I told you already. No way in hell am I naming two innocent kids after you," she grinned as she accepted a kiss.
"I'm wounded," the Rated R Superstar said. "I'll pay you."
"I wouldn't name my kids after you for all the money in the world."
At the sound of Jeff's voice they all turned to watch him approach. Her knees weakened. Her breath hitched. And she felt like she'd turned into a puddle right at his feet, even though less than an hour ago she'd been satisfied.
He had his paint and wrestling gear on, and it was clear he was angry about something. The aura around him was broody and sullen but something in her found it very sexually appealing. Maybe it was the fact that since last night she'd been a horny mess. Or quite possibly she'd turned into a nymphomaniac. It couldn't be healthy, wanting sex all the time like this.
He came to stand between her and Adam, looking at the other man briefly before looking straight ahead at the curtain. Whatever was bugging him obviously had to do with Adam.
"Addison is a nice name_" She pushed his buttons, hiding a smile at the immediate reaction.
"No."
"I'm just saying there's no harm in considering_"
"No. And I'll tell you something else we won't consider," Jeff snarled, looking at her for the first time. "Sending this man videos of our precious, unborn children."
"You know, if I didn't know all about the little sexual mess you've got yourself into, I'd be taking this very personally," Adam quipped.
She giggled. Jeff eyed her sharply and she stifled her giggle with a cough.
"Adam, are you ready?" one of the crew asked.
"Yes. Please get me away from here."
Adam's music started, and he winked in her direction before going through the curtain. Then it was their turn.
"You look a little pale. Are you sure you want to come out?" Jeff asked.
He was looking at her with the concern that had become so natural in his eyes. Part of her wondered if she needed to leave him be; to carry on with his life like he wanted. But the selfish part of her wanted him to look at her like this for the rest of her life.
She drowned in the emeralds, wallowing in the connection she had with this man. In the love she felt for him.
"She's fine," Matt answered for her, bending down to kiss her cheek. "See you in a few minutes."
Jeff burst through the curtain first.
"You'll do great," Matt whispered, and then she followed Jeff at a more leisurely pace.
She was mesmerised by his dance on the stage and found herself anticipating the end of the match when she planned on making love with him again. Finally he turned and caught her gaze and her breath hitched again. He held his hand out, and for that moment it was just the two of them. No loud music. No WWE Universe. No cameras.
She could almost pretend they were two people deeply in love.
She slowly placed her hand in his, loving the way his large one engulfed hers, and then met the green gaze again.
Honestly, how could someone look at someone else like that and not expect them to fall in love? When everybody watched the footage back and wondered why she fell in love with him in the first place, surely they'd see his eyes and realise what an impossible situation she'd been put in. She'd been bedazzled by the bedroom eyes and the large dick, and then conquered by the certain look in his eyes that made her feel like the only woman the world. She hadn't stood a chance.
Jeff finally looked away and led her down the long aisle, past his adoring fans to a chair next to the Announce table. The crowds were a little more fired up than the past few shows, the energy was just amazing. Maybe there was something to this, like the wrestlers said.
The match started. She'd been told Jeff had been feuding with Adam before Matt had dropped the bombshell, or rather, the chair shot that had been heard across the WWE Universe. Jeff didn't like Adam at all so she could only imagine how that had gone down. Even now she could feel the genuine animosity radiating from him.
They'd been fighting for about ten minutes when Matt made his appearance at the top of the stage. Jeff was distracted for a second, and it almost cost him the match but he kicked out quickly. As he'd been instructed to, he kept frowning at Matt, then at her, obviously worrying about her safety. But when it became clear that Matt was just messing with him, he relaxed and continued his match. Matt was supposed to stand there and watch until Jeff won, gaining momentum for their match at Backlash. At least, that was all Jeff had been informed of.
So he wasn't paying attention when Matt rushed down to the ring and came towards her. She got to her feet, fear on her face as she slowly started backing away. Matt had a snarl on his face which quickly turned to a smile when she backed herself into a corner behind the commentators.
It moved quickly from there. The scream she let out that caught Jeff's attention. The murderous look on his face as he realised Matt had been asked to do something unscripted. The spear that caught him before he could leave the ring. The pin that followed.
Matt grabbed get wrist then half pulled half dragged her up the aisle with her calling for Jeff the whole time. Adam's music was playing as they burst through the curtains.
"Let me go!"
"You and my useless brother need to learn a lesson," Matt snarled.
He didn't let go of her wrist as he pulled her down a hallway backstage. She wanted to think she looked suitably petrified.
"Mattie, think of my babies_"
"Don't call me that. You're just as bad as Jeff. You think the whole world owes you something; that you can just screw up and not have to suffer the consequences."
"I haven't done anything wrong."
Matt stopped and turned back to her, almost colliding into her.
"You've done the worst thing possible. You chose Jeff."
His hand came up to her face and he brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face.
"But don't worry. That can be taken care of."
"No..." she whispered.
Matt grinned and then resumed his determined strides to the end of the hall.
Jeff stormed down the hallway, pushing open every door he passed.
What the hell were these people thinking? Hadn't he had this talk with Matt already? Nobody was supposed to get physical with Keri like that. One misstep and she could have fallen flat onto her stomach. Onto his babies.
The hallways were busy but people moved out of his way when he approached.
"Where are they?" he growled.
Someone pointed and he followed their direction. He didn't care if Matt had been following instructions. Somebody was going to get hurt for this tonight.
He got angrier with every second that passed. Vince was putting his babies at risk so he couldn't allow Keri to come on the road anymore after this.
Finally he saw his target. Or at least he saw the cameraman and sound guy, standing outside a locker room.
He burst into the room without knocking. Then stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hi, Jeff. What took you so long? I'm starting to catch a chill here."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
She was naked on a sofa, her feet tucked under her. Her hair was loose down her back, and a few of the silky strands framed her face.
He turned away quickly.
"Now's not the time. Where's Matt?"
"Probably halfway out of the city by now," Keri chuckled. "We knew you'd be pissed off."
He turned back to her slowly.
"You knew?"
He tried to make his voice as calm as possible but he must have failed. The smile left Keri's lips.
"Um... Yeah. They asked me and I didn't see anything wrong with it."
"The fuck's wrong with you?! The babies are not fucking toys or a storyline. You could have hurt them."
"All I did was walk from one end of the building to the other," she frowned.
"You were manhandled," he growled.
"Are we really going to argue about this now? Because I wasn't kidding, I really am getting cold."
"Then put some clothes on. I think the twins have had enough excitement for one night, don't you?"
He turned his, back and folded his arms, a scowl still on his face.
He heard shuffling and tensed. Last night when his back had been turned she'd ambushed him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think," she said.
He heard ruffling.
"I'm going to be a crap mother."
That was said in a whisper that pulled his heartstrings. He turned quickly. She was dressed now and her back was to him but her shoulders were slumped.
"Keri... I didn't mean to make you feel like this."
He walked forward until he stood right behind her. Her shoulders were shaking slightly. The tears again.
Fuck.
"You couldn't have turned Vince down. He owns both of us," he said. "It would have happened whether we agreed to it or not."
Keri shook her head and turned to walk to the door.
"I'm tired. I'm going to grab my stuff and go back to the hotel," she said.
"Keri..."
The door closed softly behind her. He swore under his breath as he opened it again. This was all Vince's fault. He needed drama so he created it at everyone else's expenses.
Keri had her head down as she walked down the hallway. A couple of hours ago she'd been cheerful and plotting their next rendezvous. Now her self esteem issues were back. And he was the dick who'd done this.
He had to make this right.
He was about to follow her when he saw Randy walking towards her from the opposite direction.
"Are you alright?" The Viper asked.
He didn't catch Keri's reply but Randy lifted his head to meet his gaze. The cold blue gaze didn't hide the anger.
"Come on. I'll take you back," Randy said.
Then they turned the corner. Gone. Together.
He swore again as he turned the opposite direction. Whatever he felt for the Apex Predator, it was obvious he cared for Keri. This was what needed to happen, especially considering the talk he intended to have with Keri. He had no right getting angry about it.
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