Chapter 54
What the hell was she thinking?
Having sex with Dean was bad enough, but leaving as soon as he fell asleep was worse! Jecina didn't understand what was happening to her or the type of person she was becoming. She went to her own hotel room and laid in bed for hours staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart break over what she did to Dean. Giving a man false hope and using him to try to get over someone, especially his twin brother, was wrong. That's exactly what Jecina did too. Fingering the emerald necklace around her neck, Jecina suddenly felt unworthy to wear it and took it off, tossing the jewelry on the bed beside her. It was the first time she hadn't worn it since Dean gave it to her, only taking it off to shower. Jecina had to talk to someone about this and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, dialing a number.
"Hello?"
"Room 392. I need to talk. It's important."
A yawn followed by a grudging sigh filled Jecina's ear. "Do you realize it's only 8 in the damn morning?"
"Would I be calling if it wasn't important?" Jecina shot back, sitting up in bed and scrubbed a hand down her face. "Please."
Groaning ensued over the line next. "Fine – fine, but you better have coffee waiting for me."
Jecina forced a smile and nodded, sighing with relief. "Thanks, I owe you one."
"You owe me double."
Ending the call, Jecina stood up from the bed and ordered room service next, making sure to add a double pot of coffee to it. She then hopped in the shower to wash away the night's events with Dean and had a good cry, guilt consuming her to the point where it nearly drove Jecina to her knees. Stepping out, Jecina changed into a pair of white fleece pants with a long sleeved black and white matching top, brushing her short black hair along with her teeth. Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, a knock sounded at her door and Jecina answered it, wheeling in the room service cart before tipping the delivery boy. He thanked her for generous tip and left, passing someone standing in Jecina's doorway.
"So what's your crisis?" Brie Bella asked, having pulled Daniel's jogging pants on with a t-shirt, her black hair haphazard all over her shoulders.
Jecina cracked a small smile while pouring Brie a cup of hot java and held it out, watching as her friend flocked to it with the door closing behind her. "I did something bad…" She admitted, holding a cup of tea since coffee would make her jittery. Her appetite was currently gone.
Brie arched a brow and sat down on the bed with Jecina, sipping her coffee. "You're gonna have to give more than that, Jeci." Being woken up this early never set well with Brie, but the moment tears began falling from her friend's eyes, all the animosity flew out the window. "Shit. What happened, honey?"
"I called you because…I didn't know who else to tell. I don't want to be judged and crucified for what I did and I know Lilianna and Liliya would do that. Besides, they have their own problems right now. You have the wedding planning, but…god Brie, I really fucked up." Jecina knew she was babbling and didn't make sense, not bothering to wipe her tears away.
Setting her coffee down along with Jecina's, Brie took both of her hands and gently squeezed, watery guilt-ridden forest green orbs meeting hers. "What happened, Jeci? Take your time, there's no rush. Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on. You're trembling and I don't like that."
"Last night, I…I went to Dean's room because he wanted to talk to me about some things. Mainly our relationship and…things got…heated." Jecina swallowed hard, more tears falling down her cheeks to land on their clasped hands. "I had sex with him."
Brie blinked, not expecting to hear that and became confused, releasing Jecina's hands. "THAT'S your crisis?" She didn't know whether or not to be pissed or amused right now, having a feeling there was more to the story. "Okay…aren't you two together? You're in a relationship, right?"
"It's complicated…" Jecina knew calling Brie down to her room would mean she'd have to open up about everything regarding both Dean and Jon Moxley. "I mean we are, but…we aren't at the same time. We've been taking things slow and seeing where they go."
"So what exactly is the problem? What aren't you telling me?"
Taking another deep breath, Jecina stood from the bed to walk over to stare out the window and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. "The fact I had a threesome with twin brothers and one of them broke my heart while the other wants me in every way possible." She didn't bother turning around to face her friend, her face becoming inflamed. "And I'm in love with the wrong twin."
Come to my dressing room so we can talk. Don't make me hunt you down, precious. I'll be waiting.
Dean and Jon were different in almost every way, but Jecina began seeing a lot of similarities between them too. Such as their text messaging style. What the hell did Jon want now? Jecina didn't feel up to dealing with him tonight, but already knew Jon would go through with his threat of tracking her down if she didn't go to him first. It was a good thing she came to the arena early, having spent the better part of the morning talking to Brie about everything that transpired between her and the twins lately. Brie was shocked to say the least, but assured her everything would work out the way it should, giving her the comfort Jecina needed. Lilianna was 100% on Dean's side along with Liliya, all of them good friends because they went through developmental together. If she told the Lilies how she truly felt about Jon, they would do everything in their power to change her mind, but it was hard to fight what the heart wanted.
"This better be good." Jecina muttered, slipping her cell phone in her purse while walking down the arena hallway, taking a guess at where Jon's dressing room was.
Feeling her cell phone vibrating, Jecina ignored it since she knew it was Dean trying to contact her for the millionth time that day. The man had blown her cell phone up with text messages and voicemails, demanding to know where she was and if she was alright. Jecina hated keeping him in the dark, but she could only deal with one thing at a time and Jon was top priority. It was a miracle she even received Jon's text message since the rest were from Dean. She had to do something about this situation and find a way to fix it before something cataclysmic happened.
Arriving at the dressing room with the name MOXLEY in bold black print on the door, Jecina took a deep breath and knocked before entering. She heard the shower going and groaned, looking around the room contemplating if she should leave or stay. Technically, it wasn't Jecina's fault Jon was in the shower and she could use that as an excuse to maintain distance between them. Would Jon accept it and not track her down? Probably not. Jecina hadn't realized how long she stood there mulling over options and had turned to face the door, her back toward the bathroom. Deciding she couldn't wait around, Jecina took two steps toward the door and froze when a deep gritty voice sounded behind her.
"Leaving so soon, Jina?"
Apparently, Jecina had been in such a deep thought process she didn't hear the shower cut off or the bathroom door open. "I have a job too, Moxley." She managed to fire back in a soft resigned voice, staying right where she was.
"I'm aware of that." Jon grunted and walked over to stand directly behind her, his nose burying in her soft black hair, closing his eyes at her intoxicating scent. "Mmm delicious…"
"Why did you summon me here?" Jecina cut straight to the chase and made the mistake of turning around, looking up into intense electric blues full of determination. "Jon…"
His mouth captured hers before Jecina could get another word out, not in the mood to talk even though that was Jon's excuse to lure her to his dressing room. He knew she would've came regardless of the reason, not as stupid as people perceived him. The way her body molded to his and her whimpers against his mouth told Jon the beautiful caterer wanted him as much he did her. He immediately took the invitation as soon as her sweet mouth opened for his tongue to slide inside, both of them groaning at the contact and taste of each other. Growling, Jon suddenly lifted her up to where her legs wrapped around his waist, holding her there with his hands planted firmly on dress pant covered backside. Jecina buried her fingers in his haphazard wet hair and became lost in the passionate kiss, ignoring her mind screaming at her to stop this. The bellows of her heart far surpassed her mind's screams and won out, especially when Jon moved until her back hit the wall and never broke their kiss.
Fighting Jon Moxley was pointless.
"Jon…" Jecina moaned out as soon as he relinquished her mouth to move to her neck while unbuttoning her blouse and kept her pinned against the wall.
Frustrated with the buttons, Jon ripped it completely open as they flew in all directions across the dressing room, revealing a white cotton bra. He growled at the simplicity and noticed something was missing around her neck, pulling back to look into her hazy dark green eyes. Dean's necklace was missing. Had she taken it off prior to coming here? It didn't matter and the realization made Jon's cock pulse through the towel wrapped around his lean muscular waist. Right now in this moment, it was his name she moaned and not his brother's, which was more than Jon hoped for after what he did. Removing her blouse completely, Jon unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her body, assaulting her beautiful breasts, not surprised at how hard her nipples already were. He could feel them stabbing through the material of her bra and blouse when he pulled Jecina into his arms kissing her breathless. Jecina cried out and lulled her head back against the wall, her fingers never leaving his hair while warm moisture pooled in her panties. If Jon didn't screw her soon, Jecina would finish the job herself and pulled his face from her breasts to capture his mouth this time.
Receiving her message loud and clear, Jon set Jecina on her feet turning her around to where her hands planted on the wall. He reached around to unsnap the button on her dress pants and forced them down her legs along with her panties, not wasting any more precious time. His mouth sealed to her neck again and Jon ripped the towel from his body, brushing his cock against her naked backside. Jecina whimpered again, pushing her backside against him and wiggled it a little, a deep growl rumbling from low in his chest. Suddenly, Jon backed her up by her hips and turned Jecina around to bend over a metal folding chair. She couldn't bend over far enough to his liking by the wall, so Jon decided to improvise.
His hand buried in her black hair, keeping Jecina where he wanted and gripped his cock, slipping inside her body past her slick folds. Jecina bit back a cry of both pain from the chair digging in her abdomen and pleasure from Jon filling her whole. Her hands gripped the seat of the chair as Jon began plummeting in and out of her at a hard fast pace, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing off the walls. Jon's hand left her hand to reach around and wrapped it around her throat, but didn't squeeze, not wanting to hurt the beautiful caterer. Their moans and groans collided in a serenade and Jecina didn't want this moment to ever end, having missed being with Jon. The fact she had sex with Dean the previous night did nothing to stem the amount of fiery desire currently flowing through her veins. Jecina knew this was wrong to have sex with the twins back-to-back, but Jon didn't really give her a chance to tell him what happened with Dean. It was a little late to back out now considering the man was buried balls deep inside of her.
"Jon, I-I'm cumming…" Jecina cried out, feeling him pluck one of her nipples and could feel the hot coil spring free, her hot juices flowing from her body to soak Jon's cock. "JON!"
"Fucking right, Jina!" Jon growled animalistically, her release triggering his as Jon snapped his hips forward one final time and exploded inside of her receptive body, both of them yelling out in unison.
The door burst open at that moment and Jon's eyes flew open at the sight of none other than Dean Ambrose standing there. He barely had time to pull out of Jecina before Dean tackled him to the concrete floor, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Jecina had fallen over the chair to the floor and scrambled back with tears trekking down her cheeks while Dean's fists collided with Jon's face. Her body trembled from the aftershocks of her and Jon's sexual encounter, so Jecina didn't trust herself to stand up yet.
"D-DEAN, STOP IT!" Jecina cried out shakily, snatching Jon's towel to cover up while the brothers continued fighting.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU KNOW I LOVE HER!" Dean thundered, not caring who heard him and stood up from Jon's bruised bloody face, deadly glacial blues narrowing on a sobbing Jecina.
His eyes landed on the metal folding chair and Dean couldn't stop himself from grabbing it, slamming it shut before crashing it down on Jon's naked body. He struck every available spot on his twin's body, just wanting Jon to feel an OUNCE of the pain the man had caused him since coming to the WWE. Dean didn't want to believe what Layla told him when she paid him a visit that morning, which is why he tried getting a hold of Jecina. So they were screwing around behind his back and she had basically given him a pity fuck the previous night.
"SOMEONE HELP!" Jecina screamed, tightening the towel around her when Roman and Seth came barreling through the door with the Lilies following suit. "DEAN, STOP BEFORE YOU KILL HIM!"
Roman acted first and grabbed Dean's left arm while Seth grabbed his right, the chair falling on top of Jon's battered body clattering to the floor. Jecina sobbed violently, shaking from head to toe and managed to crawl over to where Jon lay prone, his face nothing more than a mask of crimson. She grabbed her torn blouse that was nearby and pressed it to the huge gash on Jon's forehead, the tears not stopping.
"Jecina…"
"Go get help now." She ordered in a solemn voice, trying to remain calm and heard Dean's violent cussing as Roman and Seth forced him out of the dressing room.
"Go, I'll stay here with her." Liliya offered, knowing Lilianna was in too much shock to really do anything and watched her friend flee the room.
"You're going to be alright, Moxley. So stay with me, please don't leave me again…" Jecina whispered, wiping the blood from his forehead as much as she could and kept pressure on the laceration. "I love you."
If Liliya was shocked by Jecina's heartfelt confession, she didn't show it and continued helping Jecina anyway she could until help arrived.
