Dirty Secret
January 2013
Looking around she wasn't sure where to go or who to speak to. The busy buzz of backstage was intimidating at best and people seemed only to be concerned in their own little bubble. Moving to the side as a fast-moving cart of clothing came flying by Catherine Jane Parks sighed and continued down the hallway.
Her long platinum hair was tied back into a loose braid and she had loose strands framing her face. Her light honey-colored eyes darting left and right until she came across a blonde woman standing around the round looking over a sheet of paper.
"Excuse me, Miss." Keeping her voice light and hoping her confusion wasn't too evident.
Watching as dark brown shot up to her and saw the surprise as the other woman took in her jeans and Nike hoodie. Smiling in what she hoped was a friendly matter CJ pushed forward.
"I was wondering if you could tell me where to find." Pausing for a moment she had to remember what exactly to him.
Their relationship was so new and fragile that they had dared put a label on it. Digging out her phone from her back pocket she scrolled through some text messages and nodded silently when she came upon it. Looking back up at the blonde she smiles big.
"Hunter?"
She saw the blonde's eyes go wide and dart from left to right then swallow hard. Then after a stale moment, she nods and chokes out softly as she points down the hallway. Licking her lips as she starts to speak and rolls the paper she had been looking at up in her hands.
"Down that hallway, take a left, third door on your right. Knock right- always knock first."
Then she taps the rolled-up paper against her head as if she was reminding herself to do so. Nodding as she turned down the hallway CJ thanked her and made her way with the directions she was given. Coming up on the door she leaned her head against it for a moment. This would be only the second time they have met, and it took her breath away.
Knocking as she got herself back under control, hearing his rough voice call out in a biting command.
"Come."
Smiling as she pushed the door open and slipped inside. He was sitting at a desk, in a dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were focused on a piece of paper, but twitching to look at a laptop screen that was set up to his right. CJ simply leaned against the door and watched him for a few seconds.
Then his eyes flicker to her, a ghost of a smile graces his lips and gentles ask. "How was your flight?"
Kicking herself off the door and moving closer she settles into the plush chair that is across from his desk. Their eyes haven't strayed from one another, they are both smiling like idiots now. There is so much to say and to do now that she is here, here with him.
"Good, I have never flown before so it was something else."
She sees the surprise in his dark eyes, the hurt as well but she dismissed it. She doesn't want regret or hurt between them. Reaching to lay a hand on top of his she squeezes lightly, hoping he understands. Smiling a little when a light shines in his dark eyes. Suddenly there is another knock on the door. Withdrawing her hand she sits back in the chair, almost ashamed. Smiling a little when he whispers out an apology and then bellows out.
"Come."
Turning cause she is curious about his life and his business because she wants to be a part of everything that is him. She blinks in surprise as three rather large men come walking in, Hunter sighs and picks up the paper he had been looking at when she had came in.
"Joe, Colby, Jon, good good." His eyes dart to her and she realizes that maybe she has overstayed her welcome?
Hitching her thumb towards the door in silent question and wanting to squeal in delight when Hunter shakes his head. She simply nods and tries to melt more into the chair. Hunter sighs and shakes the piece of paper at the three men.
"Care to tell me what this was about?"
Glancing back when she heard a deep sigh followed by a grunt. She saw the man in the middle close his eyes and rub at his temples, the man to his right just stared ahead, but the man on the left looked right at Hunter and muttered softly.
"Poor timing or self-defense?"
He said it so innocently CJ was almost convinced until she saw the glint of his hard blue eyes. The small kick of a smile on his lips, then a lock of his hair fell into those devilish eyes and CJ knew what he was. He was pure trouble. Moving without thinking about she made her way to stand by Hunter's side. Not trusting Mr. Blue Eyes for a minute.
She was aware her movement had all four men looking at her in question. Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced down to see the paper Hunter was waving around at the three men in front of him.
A police report
Snorting softly, it would seem as Mr. Blue Eyes was a little troublemaker. Feeling his hard blue eyes on her she moved closer to Hunter, and keep on reading the report only stopping when Hunter spoke again.
"How do you claim self-defense, Good? She was an undercover cop."
Mr. Blue Eyes, aka Good which she found hilarious because she only see him being good at being bad.
"Fine Entrapment then, fuck boss-man the things she said she could do with her pus."
Eyes wide, mouth going dry. Watching as the guy in the middle slapped Mr. Blue Eyes in the chest and the other man grunted. Hunter raising out of his chair, a snarl on his lips.
"You watch your fucking mouth, Good. There is a Lady present."
Mr. Blue Eyes blinks at Hunter then at her, all the while rubbing his chest. When goes to open his mouth Hunter snaps out.
"You all three are fined ten thousand dollars each, consider it a welcome to the big leagues."
When Mr. Blue Eyes flares in either anger or disgust Hunter adds.
"The next time it will be fifty thousand and a suspension. I don't give a fuck hot the Shield is right now. You will learn to play by my rules and understand that this is not the fucking indies- you understand me, Mox?"
Putting a hand on Hunter's foreman she wasn't sure if this was a normal business day for him or not but he seemed so invested in what was happening. That it got her blood pumping, when he cast her a look. She smiled big for him. When he shoots the three men another glance she can tell he is calmer.
"I know you're still adjusting, especially you Jon. I told you once, listen to Joe okay. He may have the least amount of experience in the ring as you and Colby but damn it man you all can learn shit from one another."
Nodding in satisfaction she beamed at him, letting go of his foreman she knew from her own background that wasn't always peaches and cream.
"It's all about being a team. Learning each other's weaknesses and strengths. It's not always easy to let someone in or let pick at the scabs you have."
All four men were looking at her again, blushing. She shrugged and picked up a pen from Hunter's desk, and clicked a few times.
"Colton words, not mine."
Mr. Blue Eyes asks and she can hear the amusement in his voice. Making air quotes with her fingers she murmured.
"My dad, ex-bad boy player extraordinaire."
Mr. Blue Eyes actually laughs at her then sticks his hands into his jean pockets.
"Darlin you don't know bad boy until you know me."
Now she is laughing, so much so that she has to hang onto Hunter's chair so she doesn't fall.
"You a bad boy? Please!"
She totally misses the hardness that enters his blue eyes as he takes a step forward, the middle man jerks him back and grunts out.
"Leave her alone man, she is just a little girl."
Snorting as Hunter opens his mouth but she adds.
"I and a group of my friends met Colton at Peru's. He had just bent my mother over in the bathroom for fifteen minutes after a fight, didn't know who in the hell I was so after some angry sex and seeing my mom talk to me he thought it would be cool to try to get with me in the same bathroom."
Hunter is snarling and has her in his arms in a flash. She is laughing cause she thinks it's so damn funny now. Mr. Blue Eyes is smirking saucy.
"He didn't piece it together for a while and for a while I let him play the charmer. You, can't outdo Colton Messer, my friend. No matter what you say or do."
The third man finally speaks up in a low smooth voice.
"The Colton Messer?"
Nodding she laughs as he flinches and glances at his friend then sighs. He mumbles a second later.
"Yeah, Uce give over. If half that shit is true- not even Mox is as bad as he is."
Nodding as she shyly snuggles deeper into Hunter's embrace she watches blue eyes blink then narrow. He licks his lips then after a moment he shrugs, turns to face Hunter again.
"Okay fine, you tightened the leash on your new puppy. Can we go?"
Hunter only grunts, his hand is in her hair, his lips on her forehead and she finally knows what it's like to be home.
Watching him across the room she can help the smile that graces her lips. Seeing him in this element is breathtaking, his wife Stephine stands beside him but she could care less about that. The woman doesn't seem to care for CJ, and that's just fine. Hunter keeps them separated most of the time, except when they are at shows.
WWE shows
At twenty-four CJ never thought she would be working for such a company. Currently, she is working with Mr. Maddox who is a pure gentleman and a delight. She has caught on quickly that the wrestling world isn't like the outside world, or even the racing world. Colton was always trying to sucker into working for him after graduating from college this spring. Hunter had put his foot down and told her absolutely not.
Glancing at him again she couldn't help but be proud. She was aware of the rumors backstage, Hunter and she hadn't gone public with their relationship. Hunter was trying to give his wife as much as needed to adjust to having CJ around and in her face. But the rumors were there already.
They simply chose not to acknowledge them because in Hunter's words.
I am sorry CJ, like it or not. I know Steph- you'll be a storyline before long.
Then the nature of their relationship will come to light, some would doubt it she was sure of that. But Hunter promised to take care of things. And so far he had upheld all his promises to her.
Like never having to see Chase Beckett again.
Frowning at the thought of the man that almost ruined her life she blushed when Hunter suddenly met her gaze. His dark eyes weren't soft and playful like they normally were but hard and cold. She had gotten used to seeing that look for the cameras for TV. Watching as he brought his cell phone up to his face she watched in slight concern as after a moment he hung up and looked away from her. His attention back on whatever his wife was talking about.
"That was strange."
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, jumping slightly when a warm hand comes to rest on her right shoulder. Turning she comes face to face with one Dean Ambrose, whom she first met in Hunter's office three weeks ago as Mr. Blue Eyes. Of course, she knows Dean is just his character's name and his real name is Jon. But she still gets confused sometimes on what to call these guys.
"Mr."
He doesn't let her finish instead he gently takes her elbow in hand and starts to lead her out. They were at some charity event and blinked as his two friends flanked him as they near the door.
"No fuss and no noise sweetheart. Hunters command."
The phone call
"But why?"
The question is out of her mouth before she realizes it, the man gliding her only grunts but when a reporter at the entrance calls out.
"Chase, can we get a word?"
Stiffing she tries to melt into three larger men, she hides the best she can. Once they make it out, pass the entrance and into a SUV she reaches in her purse and digs out her phone and hits a speed dial number.
"Yes?"
His voice is gruff and hard, but she can hear the concern under it. It makes her want to weep.
"Thank you."
There is a pause then in a year of their relationship she finally whispers.
"Thank you so much and I love you."
He sucks in a breath, and she starts to openly cry. His words are light and his voice is gentle.
"I love you too, CJ. Since the day I met you."
She hears him hang up and she can't stop crying because even with the hurdle of telling Hunter she loves him she feels so very much alone. A strong arm comes around her shoulders and she doesn't even blink; she just turns into him and balls her eyes out.
May 2013
To say he has gotten used to being a WWE superstar is understatement. But he has watched and listened. After the fiasco in January, Joe had put the hammer down to their partying and he had cleaned up his act. Not that he was super bad to begin with.
Jonathan Good was a good man, or that's what Colby and Joe says. Joe's old lady swears by it too.
If you wasn't I wouldn't trust you with my daughter, you asinine.
Chuckling at the memory as he warmed up, they were coming off Mania season and anything could happen. He had no clue if the Shield's thing with Sheamus, Big Show, and Randy Orton was completely done or not. Then inside of his brain snarls and pokes at him. He wouldn't tell a soul about this- about how bad he is hurting because being handed a scripted for every promo kills him.
The snarling and poking inside of him, he knows is from his creative side. It's a side that has mashed into his old Mox character and the fucker is still breathing and living deep in his soul.
But he is trying to cut it out, slowly and carefully. And, it feels like, with a dull ass spoon. Certain things don't help, either. Namely the little young number that is currently his boss' side piece.
Since that back in January he has kept a loose eye on her. CJ Parks even landed herself a job as a personal assistant to Greg Maddox. That he mused, was an injustice, all by itself. But who was he to say otherwise, one of the perks of fucking the boss man he supposed.
Looking over at Joe he put it out there.
"A what-if for you."
It's a game they play, Joe was quick to catch on it helped with his mental state at times. So six month into their run, having become closer, the bigger man only grunts as he sits down and slips on his boots.
"If you were the princess. Wouldn't it piss you the high off that your hubby was keeping his younger side piece in your face all the damn time."
After all he mused Hunter had called him and his boys from their charity interview a while back to pull his babygirl out of the whole event for some odd reason. Colby butts in with.
"Maybe it's an open arrangement?"
Looking at Joe specifically he asked more heatedly.
"But I mean, the age- wouldn't it be like robbing the cradle or something?"
Joe chokes on thin air and shakes his head, Jon can see the smile he is sporting though. The is a knock on the door and when whoever doesn't wait for an all clear it speaks volumes. Watching as Hunter himself slips into the locker room, Jon plops down and reaches for the tape out of his bag. It doesn't take Hunter long to get to the point.
"Tonight you boys will seek out Maddox for a new challenge. However he will get wind of it, and high tail it out of here. That leaves you dealing with his assistant."
Sighing softly so this was why the personal face to face. Hunter wanted to make sure they treated his side piece with kid gloves. Fair enough, he supposed, they could-
"Ambrose I want you to go full throttle on her."
Blinking in total surprise and a little shock, he nodded.
"Sure I can- WAIT. What?"
Joe snickers at him and Colby clunks down beside him in a hurry. Hunter only grunts then raises a hand and rubs it over his domed head.
"If you can get her to shed some tears even better. Dip into Mox if you have too but keep it PG. Cause this where things are going to get interesting boys, seems like Dave is coming back. And well since Randy is still wanting some of you boys."
Colby is leaning forward like a kid on Christman morning. His eyes are lit up and sparkling up but Jon can't seem to care because he can't seem to wrap his mind around Hunter wanting him to cut a promo on his side piece. And not just any promo. Suddenly Hunter's words break through his thoughts.
"That's right Evolution will be reborn next week."
Shaking his head he drops his tape and snaps out.
"Hunter are you sure, you want me to cut a promo on your girl? I mean..?"
Hunter gives him a hard look then stands, looks at his watch and nods. Moves towards the door, all without looking back at him.
"You have one hour Jon. And three takes to get it done. Don't disappoint me Jon."
The Shield finds Maddox's assistant in their joint office, her pretty long platinum hair is twisted into a messy bun that has chopstick sticking out of it. Her eyes look so fucking delicious behind a pair of reading glasses. She is on her cell phone, her eyes go wide and big when she sees them.
Dean gives her credit for standing when they file into the office room. He barks out.
"Where is Maddox?"
She physically flinches and replies to whoever is on the phone.
"Mr. Hemsley one moment if you please."
An errant "Jon" thought crosses his mind.
Do you call him that behind closed doors baby?
Dean quickly pushes it away, there is no time or space for Jonathan Good or Jon Moxley in the here or now. This, THIS right now belongs to him- belonged to Dean Ambrose. He won't screw it up again. Never again.
"Gentlemen how may I assist you tonight?"
The Mox in him howls and begs at his control, they had rehearsed the promo earlier. It had taken all three tries to get, he not happy with the first- she the second. And now here was another damn character in his head wanting to detail the whole damn thing. With something that clearly wasn't PG. That clearly would get him fired.
"Little girl, you can't assist me with what I want."
And there it was. Jesus Fucking Christ. Not only did he see the surprise in her honey colored eyes but he FELT the surprise in his teammates. Shifting the US Championship belt on his shoulder he grinded his teeth together, how in the fuck to save this?
"What you can give me, and my boys, what we want!"
Okay that was a little better, at least it was getting them back on track. Then to his horror he saw something flash in those shiny golden eyes, saw her lips form in o pout and the tilt of her head as she looked him dead in the eye and leaned forward.
"Nope!"
His mind blanked.
Time stilled.
When it picked back up and he reacted it wasn't Dean Ambrose that snarled back, almost happily.
"I was hoping you would say that, doll."
As quick as lightning his hand shot out, tangled itself, her messy bun hair do and brought her smashing up against his body and her lips up against his.
Jonathan Good knew as the cameraman called out that they were all clear that he was good as fucked. The question was, did he care?