I have a pretty good pace for this story, I've decided to alternate this with Follow You. I am thinking about reviving another story back from the dead, so if you were or are a fan of Family Ties, keep a look out! AEW owns their talent, WWE theirs and I own mine. Enjoy!

~Jessica's POV~

"Phil…" I started, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes?" He answered just a softly.

"Kiss me." I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked huskily.

"Kiss me." I said more sternly. He didn't question me that time. His lips came down hard and jolts of electricity ran through my body. My arms made it around his neck and he lifted me into his harms. His tongue ran across my bottom lip and I opened allowing him access. I pulled at his hair as he squeezed my ass. I knew right then and there that I'd never have enough of him, I'd always want and need more.

I'd kill or be killed for this man.

This man lit my body on fire. Sensations I had never felt before filled me and it seemed like my body would never be satisfied. Phil began to carry me towards his bed, stopping when his shins hit the edge of the bed. He gently placed me down and crawled on top never breaking the kiss.

"Phil…" I managed to breathlessly get out as he moved his lips from mine to my neck. Instantly pure fire radiated down from my neck, my body was reacting in new ways and I wasn't sure what do to. I had never done this before.

"Phil…" I tried again, he broke away and lust filled green eyes met my brown ones.

"Yes, baby?" He purred. Jesus, this man was making it harder to stop. I leaned forward and captured his lips once more.

"Can we take a breather?" I asked breathing hard. His gaze changed once I asked immediately making me regret stopping.

"Uh, yeah…yeah let's stop here." He completely got off of me, adjusting his shorts, I blushed realizing what had happened.

"I'll be right back, take all the time you need to compose yourself." With that he left me in the room, on the bed…my bliss slowly fading. Had I offended him?

~Phil's POV~

I did all but bolt out of my bedroom. I can't believe how easily I lost control like that. She asked for a kiss and I practically took her right then and there. I had no idea what she had even done before…was she a virgin? Was that possibly her first kiss? Oh god, I hope not. I walked into my office and closed my door locking it. I know I told her that she'd always be allowed in here but I needed space to clear my head. I have never had that kind of reaction with anyone before.

"What is it about her?" I asked into the open. From the beginning I wanted her, the first time I saw her when I had planned to steal some product from the McMahon's. I was nearly gutted when I found out she was 17, I didn't even steal the shipment. She became my new target, but I never wanted to just take her…I wanted her to be with me.

Now she was here and I was hiding in my office like I was a teenager. I walked over to the small fridge in my office to grab some water. I leaned on my desk and got myself under control. After a few moments I realized I left her in my room…unsure of where everything was. I left my office and headed back to my room. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, mindlessly on her phone. I could tell she wasn't really looking at her phone, more lost in her own thoughts.

"I'm sorry." I said sitting down next to her.

"For what?" She asked looking up at me.

"For going too far…you asked to be kissed not mauled." I said.

"Phil, you didn't go too far…I liked it." She added the last part quietly, I smiled.

"I don't want to push you into anything you aren't ready for." I told her.

"I don't feel like you did."

"Can I ask you something?" She nodded.

"Are you a virgin?" She turned beat red at my question.

"Hey," I said putting my arm around her, "it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You don't look at me like a kid?" She asked, I laughed.

"Trust me, after that there is no way you should think I see you as a kid." She smiled. I kissed her temple and pulled her into my lap.

"I don't want to push you anything you aren't ready for." I told her, she nodded and I kissed her sweetly.

~A few weeks later - Jessica's POV~

I walked around Phil's home with the home decorator. I hadn't seen Phil in a while and with the wedding being next week it was disappointing. Dean, Seth, or Roman would pick me up bring me to the house so I could meet with the decorator.

"So unfortunately the bedroom set you picked is delayed." She told me. I groaned, I really loved that set and was looking forward to seeing it today.

"Did they say when it would come?" I asked, she shook her head. I was moving in next week and we had no bed.

"Your second choice is still available." She said, I huffed.

"Let me ask Phil." I said.

"I was told Mr. Brooks wasn't available today." She told me. Not available my ass, I was about to be his wife.

"Maybe to you." I said, heading to the office. A big man known only as Sting, blocked the door.

"Ms. McMahon." He said bowing his head.

"Sting, I need to see Phil." I demanded.

"Ms. McMahon, Mr. Brooks is not to be disturbed today." He told me.

"You know I'll be his wife next week," I started…he nodded. "I was told that no room is off limits to me."

"Today is an exception." He told me. I crossed my arms, unsatisfied with his answer.

"Ms. McMahon, why don't we move to the garden and discuss the flower delivery tomorrow?" She asked me. I wasn't moving, Phil was going to answer that door. I reached over Sting to bang on the door. Before I could yelling came from the other side. I pulled my hand back as my eyes widened. The yelling was clearly coming from Phil.

"You need to leave." Sting said. I head more yelling from Phil and then a bunch of crashing and banging.

"Now." Sting said sternly, but I couldn't move. All of a sudden the door swung open to reveal a very pissed off Phil. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.

"Jessica, go now." He said angrily.

"But I…" I tried.

"Jessica, NOW." He yelled. I jumped back, I had never seen this side.

"Ms. McMahon, let's go to the garden." My decorator said again as Phil moved past all of us. Behind the door I saw a few men whom I didn't know the names of on the floor groaning. Broken wood and glass littered the floor.

"Yes, let's…" I started, "Let's also order a new office set."

The rest of the day was quiet. I walked around and made the garden look more like the one I had at home. Phil wasn't seen and I was surprised when Roman sought me out to let me know it was time for me to go.

"I'm not going." I told him.

"Ms. McMahon, I don't think that's an option." He said softly.

"I want to stay." I was determined to spend some time with Phil.

"I know, but Mr. Brooks needs you to go." I frowned.

"Let him tell me himself."

"He's not going to." He told me.

"So I guess I'm staying." I said smiling. I went into the house and headed to Phil's bedroom. It was empty so I took it upon myself to change into his clothes. I was staying here all night since he didn't want me to. I climbed into bed and tucked myself in. A knock came at the door and this time it was Dean.

"Phil said it's time to go."

"I'll tell you like I told Roman, he can tell me himself."

"Listen Jessica, he's not in the right mood to push his buttons." He said, slightly aggravated.

"I'm not in the mood to leave." I said simply. He huffed.

"He's going to yell at you and you're going to cry." He said. I crossed my arms. He left and the room grew quiet again. I pulled out my phone and texted Phil.

"You really want me to leave?" I asked. If he wouldn't come to me or let me find him, I'd try other ways.

"That's not what I said." He wrote back.

"Then why am I being forced?"

"Not safe." Is all he wrote. Not safe? What does he mean…I though I was always safe here.

"Please go baby. I can't let anything happen to you." He wrote again, my heart sank. I had to go now.

"One kiss?" I wrote back. Within two minutes the door opened and Phil appeared. He looked like he had aged weeks. He gave me a tired smile when he saw me in his bed.

"I want nothing more than to get in there with you." He said. He was much calmer than before.

"So come." I said patting the bed.

"I told you, you can't stay…not tonight." He said, worry etched across his features. I looked at him questioningly.

"I can't say," he started, "but take my clothes home with you…I'll see you at the wedding."

"What?" I asked.

"It's for the best." I frowned. "I know." He whispered. He leaned forward and kissed me, I pulled him close getting what I could. He pulled away and Dean, Seth, and Roman were behind him.

"All three will take you home." He got up and walked out. I got out of the bed and followed the three men out to the car where we drove home in silence.

What did Phil mean by not safe?

A bit of a filler, I know. I did want to finish off the first kiss and give a little mean crime boss Phil. Next chapter is the wedding! Thanks for reading!