Awwww, so glad to know you're still with me!
Tanya, I missed you too! And girl, I've completely done a 180 on my opinion of Batista. He bashed the WWE the whole while he was gone, but now he's all 'I missed this' while bashing fans in the process. & of course Vinnie & co. decides that Batista (who's been gone for 4 years) over Bryan, Punk, Reigns, (who's been working their asses off on a regular) or hell even Sheamus (who's still a current star) makes sense. *sighs* So, yeah. I'm not excited that he's back and taking the spot of up and coming talents. I could go on and on with that, but I won't. He's still nice to look at, so that's a plus :)
It's snowing. Here. In (the normally 60 degrees in the middle of winter) Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Not fun at all, seeing as though the street's frozen and everyone's stuck in their houses and we can't go anywhere. We're so not used to this, so major props to those of you who are used to a snowy winter. My thoughts go out to everyone in Atlanta, though. I woke up this morning watching CNN thinking that they were showing The Walking Dead or something with all those cars on the highway. 1,254 reported accidents, sheesh.
Anyway, in this chapter, the return of Sayde's old neighbor, Mrs. Dawson. Oh yeah, 'he smiles, and she gives in' literally. Not that anyone cares about that, lol just kidding.
I think you all are gonna like this one. I sure had a blast writing it.
Enjoy! :)
Emalf
Ch. 36: Break the Spell
I woke up this morning staring up into the green eyes of Taker. My not-fully-awake state allowed some of my emotion to float into the forefront. I couldn't hide the happy smile that appeared on my face at my view. "Hi guy." I groggily grinned at him.
"Mornin' beautiful." He gave me a peck on the forehead before he sat up. As soon as he did though, I was pulling him back down and over me. "What are you doing?" He asked, smiling down at me. "Giving in." And then I put my lips to his. By the way, I'm totally blaming this on my not-fully-awakeness.
When I finally got that little taste of him, my mind block control went away completely. I was too far gone to bother myself with trying to hide my wild thoughts.
He loves to invade my mind, especially in our intimate moments, so I wasn't surprised when our little make out session turned into complete anarchy in all of two seconds. Guess he likes what my mind has become.
His hands were everywhere at once. Gripping, pulling, yanking, and tearing the tank and boy shorts I was wearing completely off of me. "You're quite eager, Mr." I teased once he let up on his lip assault to yank his own pajama bottoms down and off. He answered me with a growl.
"Oh dear god do that again." I swear it's like the sexiest thing, ever. He just smirked at me, no doubt hearing my thoughts about his growliness.
"I wish you would've packed those handcuffs, babe." His drawl was deeper, a little bit huskier, and all the way delicious. He was referring to the handcuffs he saw that were in the bottom of the drawer I dubbed the 'kink drawer' at my old house.
"We can go get 'em later. Come here." I managed a smile as I stared at him standing on his knees, completely naked in front of me. "When did you turn into such a little freak?" He asked, that smirk of his growing as he gently ran an index finger down my inner thigh. That sent shivers through my whole body.
"Guess I always was. But it kinda took over my brain cause of the lack of emotions." Great. Now my voice is all breathy. "Hmm. I could've helped with that." He said with a raised brow, giving my naked body a once over.
"You can help now. Get over here." I was practically begging now. Something I'm not used to doing. But whatever, I'm fully awake now. Guess I can't blame my actions on sleepy haze anymore. Oh well. I need this.
"How bad do you want me?" He asked, staring at me intently as he licked his lips. I sat up with a pout. Biting my bottom lip, I softly spoke one word, "Very".
That was all that was said before I jumped him. Attacking his lips with my own, and a little bit of teeth. Both arms wrapped around his neck, gripping and tangling in his hair. And my legs wrapped in a vice grip around his waist. It's a wonder he managed to stay upright with the amount of force I used to pounce.
He managed to smirk through my lip torture. Grabbing both of my legs, he angled me a little lower. Then he proceeded to slam me down so that he was over me and inside me in one swift movement. Swallowing my surprised, but highly appreciative scream, he went to work.
The only sounds coming from our room were my breathy moans and his animalistic growls and grunts. Words have completely failed me.
When we were finally sated, I realized that we were on the floor in front of the wall length mirror. My legs were still in the splits on his waist and I was resting my head on his shoulder. I just laid there for a few seconds trying to figure out how we even got to the floor in the first place.
Staring at our glistening bodies for a while gave me an idea. "We should get a mirror put on the ceiling."
His eyes were closed, but when I said that, they shot open. He raised a brow at me through the mirror. "Keep talking to me like that and we'll be in here a few more hours." He accentuated his remark by slightly moving his hips under mine.
"Can we? Please?" I responded to his little movement with some movement of my own. "As enticing as that is, babe, we can't. I gotta get some wood and shit for Stephen's house. And apparently, your sister wants to go over a lace something with you." He sighed, running his hands through my slightly damp hair. He must have been snooping in their minds while he was out of it.
"Wood? I can help you get wood." I gave him a sultry grin, emphasizing my point with a little hip roll. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan at that. "Nice double entendre, and I would love to go again. But we both know that if we don't show ourselves downstairs, they're gonna go into a panic."
I sighed. "Yeah. I know. We can finish this later though, right?" I asked, hopeful as I sat up, resting my hands on his chest for balance. "Hell yeah we're finishing this later." He said, sitting up himself. That caused me to wrap my arms around his neck and hook my legs around his waist.
"We look hot like this." I rested my head on his shoulder with a content sigh. He looked at me through the mirror and gave me a look. "'Bout time you noticed."
Before I could come up with a snaky remark, my sister decided to barge into my brain. "You were supposed to be in my room three hours ago, ma'am." Oops. Totally forgot about that. "Kinda got sidetracked, T. I'll be there after I shower." I thought back.
"Your big sis?" Taker asked, noticing my blank stare. I nodded. "She wanted to bore me with taffeta bows and emu feather dresses hours ago." I rolled my eyes. "Emu feather dresses? You sure you want her help?" He asked, trying not to laugh. "She's eccentric, it's her thing. I won't be wearing any feathers."
"Queenie, what'd you do with the thistle?" And that mind invader was Rae. "Third cabinet from the left." I said aloud. Taker raised a brow. I guess he wasn't in my head at the moment. "Raven's making something." I shrugged. He nodded and then he blanked out.
He came back after a few seconds. "Kane and Stephen are waiting on me to go to the lumber yard." He said, before I could even ask. "Wanna shower with me?" I gave him a sweet smile, complete with the batting of eyelashes.
"We'll do nothing but shower, right?" He asked suspiciously. "Right. I'll be a good girl, I swear." I gave him a soft peck on the shoulder. "Why don't I believe that?" He managed to stand up with me still spider monkeyed around him. Wrapping his arms around me, he headed to our bathroom.
"I don't know. I've been nothing but an angel since you've known me." I gave him a wink once he let me down.
"Yeah. Because angels want to be bent over sinks and have their hair pulled." He chuckled, reciting my latest wanton fantasy as he turned on the shower. "Well, if they did they'd have more fun." I grinned, stepping into the shower and under the showerhead.
"Can't really argue with that."
I was almost an angel in the shower. I'm pretty sure I took him to heaven, though.
It was noon when I managed to get to my sister's room. She greeted me with a frown and a shove of more swatches in my face when I sat down on her bed. I was a little surprised to find Rae in here with her, so I completely bypassed her attitude.
I raised a brow at his smug face. "I just got in here. Apparently I'm the designated girl today since Irish and Baldy's playing Fix-This-House across the street." He shrugged before plopping down on the bed beside me. "Nice." I grinned.
"Okay. First thing's first. Did you two pick a date like I asked you to?" Taylor asked, taking on her authoritative voice. I had completely forgotten about that. "Uh, not really. We were busy." She frowned at my response.
"Oh, shit. Finally. You're not all raging with lust." Rae grinned at me, knowing exactly what I meant by the word, busy. "Yeah. But I'm still out of the loop." I rolled my eyes. The whole reason why I was holding out was because of Taker and his secrecy toward their apparently Sayde upsetting plans.
"Yeah, but at least you don't want to jump him every time you see him, right?" Taylor joined in the convo. "For the time being. Give it a few hours." Rae nodded his agreement. "Perfect distraction, more swatches." Taylor exclaimed happily, a handful of fabric swatches in her hand.
"Distracting enough to put me to sleep." I mumbled to myself. "One of the perks of being half vampire: enhanced hearing. And if you go to sleep, I'll bite you. Vamp teeth." She grinned at me, being sure to show all of her pretty white teeth. I groaned.
"And what's it do again?" I asked Rae and Shea as I looked into the pot of greenish brown liquid on the stove. "Was this the one for good luck or the one to summon a werewolf?" Shea asked Raven. He shrugged. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Hell no. Get rid of it. We are not having wolves over for dinner." Frowning at the pot, I took a few steps away from it. "Aww, come on. Werewolves are cool." Rae grinned at me. "Yeah. Cool enough to tear your throat out." I scoffed.
"They're quite reserved, actually." Taker threw in his two cents as he searched the fridge for a bottle of water. "And you'd know that because?" I questioned. "Cause he dated one." Kane's voice boomed as he rounded the corner.
"You dated a werewolf?" Now I'm intrigued. Taker nodded. "'Bout eight years ago." I couldn't help but stare as he took the cap off of the bottle and began to drink. How can something so simple be so sexy?
"How come she didn't bite you?" I asked, eyes following his bobbing adam's apple. "They believe in soul mates so they only bite the one they plan on being with forever." He explained once he'd drained the whole bottle.
The only thing my brain really picked up was the way his lips moved when he said the word bite.
"You won't believe who I just got off of the phone with." And that's Chris. He waltzed in the kitchen with a huge grin, Taylor trailing behind him with a slight frown on her face. "Who?" I asked, hoping to calm my rapidly rising sexual appetite by focusing on whatever he has to say.
"Bearer." His grin got wider. "And what does he want?" Kane asked, annoyance clear in his voice. "He's helping plan the wedding. I mean, he is marrying you two." Everyone's eyes were on me now, expecting some kind of blowup from me, of course. I just shrugged at him.
"Well, that was anticlimactic. Anyway, Bearer said he sent something integral in our wedding planning regime. It should be in your p.o. box, Taker." Chris said, still grinning like a madman. "Whatever." Taker responded. He was now casually leaning on the counter. Even that is somehow sexy to me. Ugh.
"Not whatever. We need whatever it is. Go get it." Taylor commanded, once again using her authoritative voice. Taker looked over at me and raised a brow. "Yeah. She's dead serious. Go with it." I gave him a smirk. He sighed. "Fine. I guess I'm headed out." That earned him a relieved smile from Taylor.
It took me all of two seconds to follow him to the front door. "Where are you going?" He asked, not bothering to turn around. That's probably for the best, seeing as though since we're both alone, I'm liable to pounce on him if he was facing me. The lustful urge is back and is in full force, oh joy.
"I wanna come with you. I need a break from chiffon and paisley." I gave him a convincing sad face, even though he couldn't see me. "Uh huh. I bet." He softly chuckled, unlocking the door. "…And I was hoping that we could stop by my old house and raid my kink drawer." I admitted.
"After you, my Lady." He opened the door, looking over his shoulder at me with a little smirk.
Once in the car, my lustful urges were sent into overdrive. Confined spaces and Taker don't mix. Not at all. I'm guessing he was in my head the whole way cause he kept stealing these little glances at me and every once in a while he'd chuckle.
We made it all the way to the post office in complete silence. Fine with me. If he would've said anything, I'd have been inclined to attack him as soon as his mouth opened. He finally did speak once we were parked.
"Be right back." He said to me as he got out of his truck. I didn't respond, on account of me watching his every move like a stalker.
I couldn't help my smile when I noticed the angry red teeth marks accentuated with a few long scratches running down the side of his neck. He likes it when I mark him. And he likes to show it off. So damn sexy.
I was so busy trying to figure out ways for him to return the favor discreetly enough so that when I wear my wrestling gear it won't be too noticeable, I didn't even notice him creep back to the truck. Once he was inside, he handed me a rectangular box. "What'd he send you, a book?" I asked, shaking the box by my ear. "That's exactly what it is." He confirmed.
We fell into another bout of silence as we were headed to my old neighborhood. Not knowing why at all, I started to think about the things that got me to this point of conscienceless living.
I have abilities. Abilities that make me a supernatural queen. I'm in love with and engaged to a supernatural being that's my king. My sister's alive and she's a freaking vampire. My mom's dead because I killed her, probably. A glorified ring rat is trying to kill my newfound family. And to top it all off, my dad's the criminal mastermind behind her whole scheme.
What'd I do to deserve this kind of fate? I'm a firm believer in karma. And I highly doubt that I've done anything bad enough for my life to be this kind of chaotic.
"Oh, look. Your neighbor's outside." He snapped me out of my mind with that statement. I'm glad for it. There's nothing I really can do with them anyway without the emotions to accompany them.
"You know, it's about time you figured that out." Taker looked over at me with a smirk after he had parked in my driveway. Always snooping in my head, that one.
"I guess I always knew that I couldn't solve anything without the emotions. I still don't want them back, though." Ah, defiance. He rolled his eyes at me before getting out of the truck. I followed suit, feeling Mrs. Dawson's probing eyes on us as we made our way to the door.
"We're good." He whispered to me right before I unlocked and opened the door. Every time we come here, he makes sure the house hasn't been supernaturally tampered with. Can't be too careful nowadays.
He silently followed me through the den, up the stairs, down the hallway, and into my practically empty bedroom. When we came here the last time for Taylor's things, I had virtually gotten all of my stuff out of here. Well, all of it with the exception of my kink drawer.
When I got to said kink drawer, I leaned down to open it. Much like I did the first time Taker had been in my room. My one track mind decided to fantasize about that day with a little more nakedness involved. I really need to hurry up with this.
Picking through random massage oils, lace undergarments, and a few black lycra ensembles, including a catsuit, I finally found the cuffs. Just looking at the shiny silver bracelets had my heart racing and my engine revving.
"So, you were lying when you said that you weren't that kind of girl, huh?" Taker asked, remembering that day, too. That drawl of his sending shivers down my spine due to the proximity of his body to mine.
"Well, yeah. I guess I knew I was a little on the wild side, but I never actually explored it. I was telling the truth about people giving me this stuff as a joke, though." I shrugged, handing the cuffs to him. His eyes lit up a bit as he slid them into his left pocket.
"Seems like your friends knew what kind of girl you were before you did." He grinned, leaning over me to pick up that black lycra catsuit. His body, now flush against mine.
"Ooh. You shouldn't have done that." I sighed, backing my ass into his hips. "Oh, really?" He asked sultrily, wrapping his arm around my waist and leaning the both of us up.
"We're supposed to be on our way home, dude. I don't think we're gonna be leaving this room any time soon, though." My hips began to move of its own volition.
"I'd love that. But my little bro has been bothering me since we got here. Says the wedding brigade are itching for that book Bearer sent." That statement shouldn't have made me all tingly. But it did. I guess it has something to do with his velvety voice in my ear.
"I don't care." I replied, still rocking my hips against him. "I know you don't. But the sooner we get home, the sooner we can lock ourselves in our soundproof room. We're taking this with us." He was still holding that catsuit, completely entranced with it.
"I have a lace one, too. Oh, and a fishnet minidress." The grip he had on my waist got tighter when I said that. "Fuck it. We're bringing everything that's in that drawer." He growled. "Fine by me. Now let me go so we can get back home." The promise of kinky catsuit foreplay was making me anxious to leave the room now.
"I really don't wanna do that." He said, holding me even tighter. Kinda funny how the tables turned so quickly, ha.
"I'll let you boss me around if you do. And I'll actually listen." I added that last part cause he always bosses me, I just never listen to him.
"You really are an angel." He whispered into my ear before letting me go. "Told ya." I replied with a wink. I had a smile on my face the whole time I packed my bottom drawer's contents into a travel bag. He did too as he watched and inspected every item I pulled out of the drawer.
Once it was packed, we both practically ran downstairs and out of the front door. We had made it to the truck in record time when the ever annoying voice of Tracie Dawson trailed to our ears.
"Sayde, Sayde I thought that was you." She cheerily said as she power walked her way across my highly unkempt lawn. "Yeah. It's me Mrs. Dawson. Who else would be going into my house?" I deadpanned, stopping in front of Taker at the drivers side of his truck and turning to face her.
"Well, I was just coming over to congratulate you on your belt earning." She gave me a big fake grin. "Oh. Thanks. How'd you know that? I thought you didn't watch wrestling." I questioned her.
"It was in the paper." She replied, looking me up and down with scrutiny. I don't need to be able to read her thoughts to know what she's thinking about me. I mean, sure, I have on a form fitting black tube dress. But does she really have to make her distaste so obvious?
I was about to tell her goodbye and get going when she spoke up again. "Sayde. Oh my goodness. Is that what I think it is on your finger?" Both of her hands went straight for my left one. With emotions, I probably would've freaked out, but without, I just frowned as she brought my hand to her face. "Yep. It is." I curtly answered her, snatching my hand away from her.
"Congratulations! Is this your fiancé? What's your name again, Tanker?" She asked Taker, not even noticing how awkward she was being. "His name's Taker. And yeah. He's my fiance." I answered for him, not quite sure what he'd say to Mrs. Dawson's crazy ass.
"Well, Taker. Don't you think that she should wear something more becoming of a bride-to-be? That outfit's too revealing." And here she goes. I was waiting for the real her to show up. All that pent up self-righteousness I was getting from her was just dying to come out.
"Well, it's much easier to pull her dress up versus taking her pants all the way off. And she looks hot in it." He gave Mrs. Dawson a smug smirk. Mrs. Dawson went from barely contained anger to full on lividity in two seconds from that statement of his.
"I shouldn't be surprised that you two wouldn't practice celibacy until your wedding. You'll be hearing from your mother, Sayde. She's in London, but I'll be sure to write her and let her know about your behavior."
Taylor and I decided to send all of mom's friends little postcards saying she was in London. Seeing as though Taker's really suspicious about her death, and the fact that I have no clue what my father did with her body to give her a proper burial, we're keeping up pretenses.
"You be sure to do that. And while you're at it, tell her about my new obsession with bondage." I gave Mrs. Dawson a wink before I turned to face my highly amused fiancé.
"I want you. Now." I whispered to him. No emotions, plus my newfound lustfulness, equals twenty-four seven ready to go Sayde.
His reply was his lips almost painfully crushing onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, the travel bag filled with my kinky items falling from my hands and hitting the ground beside me. His hands were on my ass in an instant, gripping, squeezing, and pulling me closer to him.
I didn't even realize that I had ripped his shirt completely down the front until I was pressed up against his bare chest. When his hands ended up under my dress, calloused fingertips caressing my outer thighs, we were snapped back into reality. "That's it. I'm calling the police." Mrs. Dawson's angry voice was in full swing.
My soon-to-be hubby didn't care in the least about Mrs. Dawson's threat. Instead of stopping, he grabbed both of my legs, hooked them around his waist, walked us to the front of the truck and sat me on the hood.
"Wanna give her a show?" He asked before claiming my lips once again. I could feel Mrs. Dawson's eyes glaring daggers at us.
Then I noticed that a part of her was secretly enjoying our PDA just a little bit. Emotions or not, that's still gross. I broke our heated kiss with regret. "
She's getting off on it. And I'd rather not think about Tracie's lady boner while I'm trying to get off." I gave his now frowning face a genuine apologetic smile.
"Lets go back in the house." He suggested, unconsciously rubbing his jean covered manhood against my inner thigh.
"Tempting, but no. As soon as we do that, she'll have the police knocking down the door." I groaned loudly. It's taking a lot of mental strength to restrain from letting him do as he pleases right on top of this truck, but I'd rather not go to jail for public indecency.
"So. Let 'em." And with that, he was upon my lips again. I gave in for about six seconds. That's how long it took for Mrs. Dawson's 'those two are really hot together' vibes to get to be too much. I broke the kiss again.
"Lets ride somewhere secluded. Quickie in the backseat and then we're back on the road." I gave him a look as he considered my suggestion. After a few seconds, he nodded his agreement.
He quickly stood me up, walked over to the driver's side, grabbed the abandoned bag-o-kink, and got inside. I casually got into the passenger's seat, goofy grin on my face the whole time.
As we passed Mrs. Dawson's gaping face, I burst into laughter. He looked over at me and shook his head at me. "Where are we going?" I asked once I had calmed a bit. "Side road. Basically deserted."
"Normally, I'd be a bit disturbed to know that you're taking me to a deserted road to have your way with me. But now, I think it's hot as hell." I chuckled. "You really are a little freak, aren't you?" He looked over at me with an amused smirk.
I smiled coquettishly as I pulled the top of my tube dress down, completely exposing my chest to him. "I don't know. Am I?" Grabbing his free hand, I placed it over one of my breasts. "Am I?"
"You want me to lose control of this truck, huh?" His voice had gone husky now. I had to stifle a laugh as I watched him battle with himself over keeping his eyes on the road and off of me. Eventually the road won and he ended up speeding like crazy to get to desertedville.
After a few minutes of his manic driving, we finally got to where we were going. He's right. It's pretty deserted. A one way street, completely surrounded by trees. No signs of humanity anywhere. Perfect.
I guess there was no need for words anymore. He just turned off the engine, got out of the driver's seat, and got into the back seat of the crew cab. Completely fine by me. I climbed over the armrest and situated myself cowgirl style on his lap. "Hey." He gave me a half smile, both hands latching onto my still exposed chest.
"Hi." I returned the look, keeping my hands busy by unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning & unzipping his black jeans. He managed to lift us both up so I could maneuver his jeans and boxers down enough to free him from his confines. Grabbing the sides of my dress, I pulled the stretchy fabric all the way up to my waist, then I pushed the lacy piece of underwear to one side and positioned myself over him.
"I know you think I'm an angel. But right now I wanna be bad. Can I be a bad girl, Take?" I cocked my head to the side, making my flowing locks fall over the right side of my face and arm.
"You can be as bad as you want to be, babe." He replied, eyes glued to mine.
And that's when I descended. Mutual groans of contentment rang in both of our ears as I began my little body dance.
When we were really into it, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I still find that sexy, but I was enjoying the eye contact. So to get his attention, I grabbed one of his hands, which were now on my hips, put his index finger to my lips, and proceeded to popsicle the hell out of it.
It did the trick. As soon as my tongue swirled around the tip of his finger, those green eyes were once again staring into my hazel ones. I gave him a sweet smile around his finger at the sight of his slightly astonished expression.
"You are bad." He gasped as I guided his wet finger to another part of my anatomy. "The baddest." I gave him a wink.
Our so-called quickie ended up being about an hour and a half. Whoops.
When we did get to the house, if our lateness didn't give us away, our appearance did. From my wild hair and flushed skin color, and his new love bites and completely ripped shirt, only an idiot wouldn't know what we'd been up to.
Surprisingly though, no one mentioned anything about it. Taker handed Chris the box with the book Bearer sent and made his way upstairs.
I stayed downstairs for a few minutes, just to see if they were gonna say anything, but nah. The only thing any of them did to acknowledge that they knew anything had happened at all was Rae and Taylor's grins and thumbs of approval.
I couldn't help but chuckle at them. They were eager to read that book that Bearer sent, and I was eager not to, so I headed upstairs to clean myself up. Taker was already changed and relaxing in the bed with a book. I dropped the travel bag full of kink beside him before I headed toward the bathroom.
"Sis, you gotta come down here. Tell Underdog to come, too." Taylor said to me through mind phone when I was changing into a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt. "Is it about that damn book?" I asked, uncharacteristically at ease.
"Uh, yeah." She hesitantly answered. I rolled my eyes, then turned to look at Taker. "They want to bore us with info about that book." I said to him before I forced my feet to move toward the door. "Your girlfriend Stephen told me." He scoffed, sitting up and stretching before meeting me at the door.
Once we were downstairs in the den, everyone's eyes were on us. "Stop staring and spit it out. What'd the damn book say." I grumbled. Chris grinned at me. "The book says that you have to get married on an auspicious day." He began.
"So, your point would be what, Mr. Dramatic?" Taker sighed. "An auspicious day for you two would be the blocking of the sun, or an eclipse." Chris continued. I groaned. "Okay. So, why the long faces?" I asked, looking at all of their nervous expressions.
"The next eclipse is exactly a month from now, November 13. There won't be another one for years." Everyone else braced themselves for some kind of outburst, Chris just grinned wider. Weirdo.
"So, we gotta get married in a month?" I asked no one in particular. "Seems like, sis." Taylor spoke up. "Fine by me." I shrugged. That shocked all of them, with the exception of Taker.
"Ya'll act like you forgot she has no emotions." He rolled his eyes at them. "Even if I did have them, I'd still be cool with it. I said yes, didn't I?" I gave him a grin. He grinned back.
"The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the wedding brigade going full force trying to plan the damn thing." I chuckled, but I was dead serious. "Now that, I can agree with."
"Add me to the 'I agree too' list." Kane groaned. "Me three." And that was Shea. When we looked over at Taylor and Chris, who were in their own world whispering, we burst into laughter.
This is gonna be a long month.
Just read something about Punk quitting the 'E, for real. Hoping it's not true, but if it is, I don't blame him at all. With all the politicking, asskissing, favoritism, fuck what the fans want booking, and straight bullshit that goes on in that company, I'm surprised he stayed this long.