Chapter Thirty Six.
"Building Trust."
With two more weeks until SummerSlam, I am getting more and more nervous everyday. The more I think about it, the more terrified I get. I will lose my mind soon.
"Ana, stop overthinking, your brain will explode."
I looked at him. His eyes are glued to the road, but somehow he knew I was overthinking. "How do you do that? You didn't even look at me,"
"I don't need to look at you to know what you are thinking. I know you better than that. I know you well enough to know when you are changing the subject, just like now,"
Dammit. "I, well, can you blame me? Paul, I am scared. I just feel like that I won't be able to make it. Maybe I should tell dad to push my debut,"
I got an eye-roll in respond. "You are underestimating yourself and what you are capable of. You have become a very good wrestler in a record time. You are a fast learner and you are passionate. Stop thinking so low of yourself. You are a McMahon, this is just what you do."
"What would I do without you?" I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
"Not much, I would say." He smirked. "But for the next few hours, no wrestling or business talking. We are going to have some fun on the beach. If I caught you overthinking the whole thing, you will probably regret it."
"Yes sir," I smirked. He parked the car and we both got out of it. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him as we walked to the beach.
I took off my cover up dress and laid down on the sunbed. I looked at Paul as he took his shirt off. His body is sculpted by God. "Rub me?" I hold up the sunscreen bottle.
"That sounds so dirty," He took the bottle from my hand and started rubbing my body with his magic hands, and the cream. I bit my lip, enjoying the relaxation and pleasure he is giving me. "Someone is enjoying their time already,"
"I am," I whispered as he rubbed my lower back.
"Nice bikini by the way," He whispered under my ear then kissed me there.
"Paul, behave." I turned to look at him. He smirked as he started to rub my shoulders and down my belly. "People have homes for a reason,"
The smirk was glued to his face as he kept rubbing my body.
"Okay, that's enough." I took the bottle from him and rubbing my legs. He laughed quietly before getting up and going to his sunbed. "You know, you are kinda an asshole,"
He laughed a little louder this time and looked at me. "You don't really mean that. Rub my back,"
"See, this is karma." I got up and put some of the cream on my hand and started to rub his back.
"Just keep in mind that you are the one who doesn't want to do it in public,"
"Yeah, an asshole."
"You still love me though,"
"Thank you," I took the cocktail from his hand. "Time really flies by when you are on the beach," He sat down next to me on the sunbed.
"I am glad you had fun. You were so stressed the past few days. You do know that overthinking will not change anything but your mind, right?"
"And you will never let that happen," I sipped from my drink. "Non alcoholic drinks actually taste good,"
"Yeah, can you believe it?"
"Shut up," I elbowed his side. He chuckled before wrapping his free arm around me.
"You really need to stop overthinking,"
"You said no wrestling talk,"
"I am not talking about wrestling. Well, not only wrestling. It is not the only thing you overthink."
"I am used to it. It had become a habit,"
"I will help you gave that habit up if you want me to, Anastasia."
"I know." I gave him a smile before leaning in to kiss him.
"Are you ready to go?" He said when I pulled away.
"Yeah, I am." I pulled my wet hair into a bun and got up to put on my dress. "Your house?"
"Of course." He put on his shirt and grabbed our things and we started walking over to the car.
"I am glad I left some of my clothes here," I put my hair in a ponytail as I walked over to Paul.
"I told you so," He took the bowl of berries out of the fridge and turned to me. "Berries?" He put the bowl on the table and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"That was a really nice shower," I threw a berry in my mouth and sat down. He smirked down at me before drinking the water.
"It was." He sat down started to eat the berries. "So, are you ready to go back on the road?"
"You mean am I ready to long flights, too little sleep and a lot of training and story-line talking? Of course."
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated."
"Well you better start appreciating me and my sarcasm." I leaned forward and kissed his nose.
"I love you and your sarcasm, trust me. However, I know you are ready."
"Of course you will say that. If you didn't, who will?" He put a berry in my mouth and smiled.
"Anastasia McMahon, I am telling the truth and you know that."
"Only because I trust you." I smiled softly at him. He cupped the side of my face with his hand and smiled back at me before leaning forward and kissing my lips softly. His hand slipped to the back of my head and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
"You don't know how much that means to me," He said when we pulled away, our foreheads touching. He pulled a little more away and kissed my forehead. Something inside me telling me that I will never regret this and I really hope it is true.
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