Chapter 37
Lili, I need to talk to you. I realize what I did was a mistake and wanna make it right. Please call me. I miss you.
Gorgeous, please don't shut me out. I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Give me a chance to make it right.
Lilianna, I'm sorry for hurting you. That's all I can really say until you decide to talk to me again – if you do.
Lilianna couldn't read past the 3rd text message before slipping her phone back in her pocket and put it on silence, needing to focus on her match that night against Natalya. Her time off with Jecina had been refreshing, but the pain Roman put her through was still very fresh. It was too soon to consider the possibility of talking to him again. He'd blown her phone up with countless text messages throughout the 4 days, not counting Wednesday since they'd spotted each other at the airport that morning. After what Randy Orton did to her, Lilianna had put her trust into Roman Reigns and he hurt her with accusations. She was only trying to protect herself and her career, knowing how much pull Randy had in the company, but nobody understood that.
Knocking on her locker room jolted Lilianna out of her thoughts and she smiled at the sight of Natalya stepping inside. "Hey girl, ready for our match tonight?" Natalya asked, giving Lilianna a quick embrace because they were good friends.
"Yeah though I secretly wish it was Eva Marie again. I'd love to tear that bitch in half again or Summer Rae." Lilianna replied, both girls smirking since they shared mutual hatred for the rookie Divas.
"Well you might get your wish since Eva Marie has been spotted with Orton a few times lately." Natalya informed her friend, folding her arms in front of her chest when Lilianna arched a brow. "You didn't know? It's all over the locker room. I figured you would've heard about it by now."
"So first that redheaded slut accuses me of using Orton to skyrocket my way to the top of the Diva's division and now she's fucking him?" Lilianna cracked her knuckles and shut her eyes, taking a deep breath in through her nose before releasing it out of her mouth. "I really – REALLY want to destroy her now."
Natalya noticed the familiar fire erupt in Lilianna's unforgiving brown eyes and took her by the shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet. "I'm not Eva Marie, just remember that, Lili. I will knock you on your ass if you step to me the wrong way." It was a friendly reminder, but Natalya refused to be anyone's punching bag and knew how Lilianna's temper flared.
Closing her eyes again, Lilianna nodded and slowly pulled herself from the anger threatening to consume her entirely. "Sorry Nattie, you know I wouldn't hurt you, but I make no promises the next time I have that Jessica Rabbit wannabe slut in the ring." She meant those words wholeheartedly and Natalya didn't blame her considering all the gossip Eva had spread around the locker room about Lilianna lately.
The fates were too kind to Lilianna because, a few minutes later, a stagehand came to her locker room informing her Natalya wasn't her opponent that night. Instead, Natalya was going one-on-one against Summer Rae and Lilianna would have Eva Marie. Both Diva's grinned evilly at the news and vowed to make their lives miserable in the matches that night. It wasn't often WWE had two Diva matches, but in this case it was necessary and big money drawers. Lilianna allowed the anger to consume her as soon as Natalya left her locker room and looked in the mirror, not recognizing the woman in her reflection. Eva Marie would regret the day she laid eyes on Randy Orton and possibly the WWE once Lilianna was done with her that night.
Eva Marie was not happy about the sudden changes on the program for Raw that night considering she'd barely been in the ring except in tag matches. What the hell were the bosses thinking? So what if she was dating Randy Orton? He was single, handsome and good in the sack! There was nothing wrong with it and, yet, the bosses wanted to punish her by ordering her to 'showcasing her talent' in the ring. What a load and a half that was! She waited in the ring as Lilianna's music hit and felt her heart drop in her stomach at the sight of the woman's cold emotionless eyes. There was nothing except hatred and anger in those eyes, making Eva fully believe she wouldn't make it out of this match alive.
Roman sat backstage alone in his dressing room and shook his head with every blow Lilianna delivered to Eva Marie. He noticed the old rage rearing its ugly head and hoped the official stopped the match if Lilianna went too far. For the brief time they were together, Roman managed to keep Lilianna's temper at bay, but now it was once again out of control. It killed him to know that anger was directed at him partially, that he was responsible for the relapse all because of his silly insecurities. Roman had to make things right with Lilianna and fast before she flushed her wrestling career and everything she'd worked so hard to achieve down the toilet.
Eva Marie ended up with a split lip that made blood form in her mouth, but it was nothing serious unfortunately. Lilianna had ripped her apart wrestling-wise, performing moves on her she knew Eva Marie wouldn't heal from right away. Countless submission moves to stretch those limbs out, basically schooling her in the ring and showing the redhead what a REAL women's wrestler looked like. As much as Lilianna wanted to decimate Eva Marie in the ring, she couldn't and refused to let the whore get the better of her. So she left Eva Marie a sweaty bruised mess in the middle of the ring with a busted lip courtesy of a forearm crashing into her mouth. Eva hadn't blocked it quick enough, which wasn't Lilianna's fault since they were calling everything on the fly with the official involved. She should've paid better attention. Wiping sweat from her forehead, Lilianna stepped through the curtain and stopped short at the sight of Roman Reigns waiting for her.
Trying to walk past him, Roman's hand shot out to grab her arm and Lilianna froze, every part of her body tensing up. "What do you want?" She demanded, extracting her arm roughly from his grip and refused to look him in the eye.
"I was concerned about you and wanted to make sure you were alright." Roman frowned at her cold shoulder, though he shouldn't have been surprised and sighed heavily. "You haven't returned any of my text messages."
"Did you expect me to?" Lilianna shot back, gritting her teeth and could already feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes. "What's the point in texting me anyway, Roman? You made it perfectly clear what you wanted."
That stung a bit, but Roman couldn't give up now that she was finally speaking to him. "Did you read any of them?" He moved to stand in front of her, wishing she would look up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes he'd missed so much. "Lili, please…"
"No!" Lilianna shook her head, finally looking up at him and hated how weak she was around this man, feeling huge tears slide down her cheeks. "No Reigns, I'm not talking about this. You made your choice and I have nothing to say to you. Now leave me alone. Lose my number and move on. I'm done with men screwing me over, especially wrestlers." Storming past him, Lilianna ran as fast as she could down the hallway to her locker room and flipped the lock on the door as soon as she was inside, crumbling to the floor in a sobbing heap.
Jecina was never more grateful to arrive back at the hotel as she was later that night, especially since she had to finish work with soaked panties, thanks to Jon Moxley. She shook her head at the memory of what they did earlier at the arena and definitely needed a cold shower. As soon as she arrived back at the hotel and in her own room, - Lilianna wanted her own room that night – Jecina shed her clothes and jumped in the shower, making the sprays as cold as she could stand it. Every time she thought about Jon Moxley, her body grew heated and her mind enveloped in a deep thick passion haze. Jecina stepped out an hour later, freshly chilled and in a silver nightgown that went two inches above the knee, spaghetti strapped. She ordered some room service along with dessert and was in the middle of her cheesecake when a knock sounded at the door. It was a little after 11 PM, so she wondered who it could've been and figured Lilianna had changed her mind sleeping alone.
"Dean?" Jecina blinked as soon as she opened the door, staring back into beautiful pale blues that always managed to capture her in ways unimaginable. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. Is that wrong?" Dean smiled, wearing a pair of blue jeans and short sleeved yellow polo, his hair slicked back with a few droplets of water on his strong neck. "May I come in?"
Jecina had temporarily lost her voice from how amazing Dean looked and swallowed hard, nodding before stepping aside. If his arms grew any bigger, that polo would've split from his body. Dean took a moment to give Jecina an appreciative onceover, his eyes devouring her body from the top of her beautiful ebony head to the tips of her clear painted toenails that were freshly pedicured. The silver nightgown clung to every curve of her body and Dean felt his jeans tightening with each passing second, finally tearing his gaze away from her. He had a plan tonight and would act on it, but only under his terms.
"Do you want something to drink?" Jecina asked cordially, trying to fight back nerves and felt Dean stop her from heading to the mini fridge in the room, forest green eyes snapping up to pale blues.
"Why are you nervous?" Dean asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, his mouth hovering over her ear. "You know I'd never hurt you, Cina. Not in a million years."
"I know that." Jecina breathed him in and felt her body relax at his intoxicating scent, resting her head against his chest, smiling when she felt Dean kiss the top of her head. "I missed you these past few days." She meant it, slowly pulling back enough to look up at him.
"Believe me, I missed you more, beautiful." Dean assured her with a husky chuckle, reaching down to run a finger down her soft cheek. "I know I shouldn't be bothering you this late at night, but…I had to see you."
The way his voice dropped an octave and his eyes slowly smoldered over to a darker blue took Jecina's breath away, every part of her body igniting in flames again. "I'm glad you're here, Dean."
That was all he had to hear and Dean couldn't hold back any longer, longing to feel her soft lips against his again. Jecina accepted the kiss and instantly returned it, loving how he bent down so she didn't have to strain to reach him, wrapping her arms around his muscular neck. Dean deepened the kiss and lifted her up, feeling her legs wrap around his waist and planted her on the bed a second later, making sure not to crush her beautiful frame. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Jecina, the love of his life. She was everything to him and more, far more than Jon Moxley could surmise.
Dean's kiss was different from Jon's, a lot slower and more passionate with no roughness to it whatsoever. Jon had fire and an edge to his kisses, but Dean took his time to thoroughly explore her mouth, making sure she felt it down to her toes. Not that Jecina was complaining about Jon's kisses because they also made her toes curl and set her body ablaze. However, right now she was with Dean Ambrose and Jecina took full advantage of it, both of them groaning as soon as their tongues touched. Dean's hand slid up her inner thigh, inching the nightgown up a little at a time until he cupped her panty covered crotch and felt Jecina break the kiss instantly.
"Dean…" She gasped and jerked her hips involuntarily as his finger began caressing her through her panties. What was it with these men wanting to ruin her panties? "Oh god…"
"Do you want me to touch you, Cina?" Dean asked, his mouth hovering over her ear and nipped it gently with his teeth, hearing her breathing turn erratic. "Let me touch you…"
"The rules…" Jecina had to fight him off, but she was one big pile of mush on the bed beneath him at the moment and craved feeling something through clothing. "Dean, we…"
He chuckled huskily and continued stroking her, feeling her sex soak through the thin material of her panties, biting back a groan. "Let me touch you, Cina." He practically pleaded, his voice a half-groan and half-growl by now. "No fuck that, let me taste you."
Jecina's eyes flew open when she felt Dean ball her panties in a fist and yanked them clean from her body, the muscles in his arm bulging. "Dean…" She watched him pull the yellow polo from his body and immediately ran her hands up his muscular chest to his shoulders, loving the dips that had begun forming from all of his working out. "No sex."
"Not until Wednesday." Dean agreed with a nod and licked his lips, his head disappearing between her thighs moments later and Jecina cried out as soon as his hot tongue brushed against her throbbing clit.
"Oh Christ!" Jecina draped her legs over his broad shoulders and buried her fingers in his slick hair, already feeling the curls wrap around her fingers since it was drying. "Dean, oh fuck…"
The first taste of her was his and Jon would never be able to take that away from him, a newfound confidence flowing through him. She was writhing for him, not Jon Moxley. She wanted him to taste her, not Jon Moxley. Jecina enjoyed his tongue, not Jon Moxley's, against her soaking pussy and there was no way Dean would let her down, not for a solitary second. Her essence was incredible, sweeter than ambrosia and Dean craved more, devouring her with his tongue, teeth and lips, even using his fingers to add more intensity to the moment. Jecina cried out his name countless times, not caring who heard her and knew in the back of her mind it was wrong to let Dean do this to her, but she didn't care. It would've happened eventually and, honestly, after what Jon did to her earlier at the arena she needed this release. If Dean had to be the one to give it to her, so be it. Both men were going to drive her to the brink of insanity and Jecina was thankful one of them had finally taken the initiative to give her SOMETHING – anything.
Outside the door, Jon Moxley listened to Jecina's breathless moans and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the wood while sliding his hands down it. He knew exactly what happened behind that door and who was with Jecina, his blood boiling at the sound of Dean's voice urging her to cum for him. Brother was playing dirty, which was something Jon Moxley didn't expect. He supposed he pushed Dean to do it, but it didn't matter. Both of them had violated the rules they set up, so now anything and anyone was fair game. Storming away from the door, Jon headed back down to the bar and zeroed in on the first woman he saw, one of the WWE Diva's named Layla. She was full of Latino fire and he knew she would no doubt be a hellcat in bed, something he needed desperately. It didn't take long to sweet talk up to his room or out of her clothes. As Jon screwed Layla in bed that night, visions of what Jecina and Dean did flashed through his mind, fueling his rage, not caring if he hurt Layla or not.
For the first time in his life, Jon Moxley felt betrayed and heartbroken over a woman – a feeling he never wanted to experience again as long as he lived.