Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Jayme, and if I did, I wouldn't share. They are the respective properties of the WWE and themselves.
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"You did what?!"
"Morgan and I had a little chat."
Jayme glared daggers at Mark.
"Look, kid. Your brother told me to keep an eye on you, especially around the guys on the roster." He slung his bag over his shoulder. "I've got a meeting with Vince. I'll be back at around eight. Don't leave the room."
Jayme dug her laptop out of her bag and turned it on, ignoring the big man in the room with her.
He watched her for a minute, then gave a loud sigh. "Fine, don't talk to me. It's for your own good, Jay. You don't know these guys like I do."
She lifted her chin and turned her back to him, her lips pursed and her arms crossed. It just wasn't right. Mark and Glen treated her like a toddler.
She heard the door shut and she slammed the monitor down on her laptop in anger. "Damn it!" She fell back on the bed, suddenly tired, and let herself fall asleep.
A shrill ringing woke her and she sat up with a gasp, her eyes searching the room for the source. Her cell phone was the cause of the racket. She snatched it up, turning it on and murmuring a groggy, "Hello?" into it.
"Hey, beautiful, are you busy?"
She frowned, trying to escape her sleepy daze. "Matt?"
She heard a deep chuckle come from the man on the other end. "Surprised?"
Jayme rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Yeah. Mark told me he talked to you."
"Yeah. So, are you busy?"
She glanced at the clock by the bed, noting it was only five-thirty. She smiled. "Not until eight o'clock." Twenty minutes later, she found herself at a movie theatre downtown, surrounded by half of SmackDown! along with various members of the crew and security.
Matt sat to her right, Sean O'Haire to her left and Nidia to his left. The two of them seemed to be enjoying each other's company immensely and, eventually, they got up and headed to the back of the theatre for some privacy.
Matt leaned closer. "I thought they'd never leave," he murmured.
Jayme giggled. "Yeah, me too."
He laid his arm over her shoulders and drew her closer. Her head went to his shoulder without protest and she relaxed against him until her cell phone began to vibrate. She looked at it with growing panic. "Matt, I gotta answer my phone. I'll be right back."
He nodded letting her go.
She dashed to the door of the theatre and stepped into the light of the front of the building. "Hello?"
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Mark." She glanced around, searching for an explanation. "Uh… I was… in the shower."
"Oh, well, I just called to make sure you didn't need anything. I'll be home early."
Shit! "Uh, no, I'm fine." She prayed her voice didn't sound as frantic to him as it did to her own ears.
There was a lengthy silence. "Jay, I hear people talking. Who's there?"
She gave a shaky laugh. "Oh, I left the TV on."
"Okay, 'bye."
She pressed the power on her phone and went back into the theatre. She sat beside Matt. "I have to go."
He turned his attention to her. "What's wrong?"
She sighed, wringing her hands. "Mark decided to come home half-an-hour early."
Matt took her hands. "Easy, there." He lifted one to his lips and kissed the top. "Come on."
Jayme grinned to herself as Matt led her up the center aisle. He stopped at the last row, tapping on Sean's shoulder.
Sean looked up from kissing Nidia.
Matt nodded toward the door. "Come on."
Sean stuffed his hand into his left pocket and pulled out his keys. "Here, we'll take a cab."
Matt took the key and they went out to Sean's rental, driving the Chevy back to the hotel. They hurried through the lobby and took the elevator up to her room.
She unlocked the door and they stepped in, Jayme sighing in relief. She turned to Matt. "You probably better go before Mark shows up."
He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah." He took her hand and pulled her toward him, slanting his mouth over hers.
There was no hesitance in his kiss, but a sweet questing as she opened her mouth to him and he swept in. After a moment, he pulled away, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. "See you tomorrow?"
She nodded. "If I can get away from Mark and his goons. Speaking of which… He didn't put you off at all?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm bigger than he is," he replied with a grin.
Jayme giggled. "I see."
Matt lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking her still moist bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes going to her mouth. "Besides, I think you're worth the trouble."
She blushed despite herself.
Going to the door, he turned. "I'll call you in the morning."
She nodded and bid him good night. When she was alone, she changed into a pair of pajama pants and had just pulled her laptop out to do some reading when there was a knock at her door.
Mark stepped through the door she held open. He held up a bag. "I thought you might be hungry."
She made an attempt at a smile, but wasn't sure she was ready to forgive him.
He set the bag on her bedside table. "It's Chinese."
She put her hands on her hips and looked at him expectantly.
He crossed his big arms. "You drive a hard bargain, kid."
She mimicked his stance. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mark. I'll be twenty-one in a month."
"I know," he said with a sigh. "Am I forgiven?"
Her lips pursed and she shook her head. "Not yet, but you're getting warmer."
Mark sat in a chair and propped his elbows on his spread knees, his hands clasped together. "I've known Glen a long time. He'd kill me if I let you run wild."
"I don't plan on running wild, Mark. I just want to live my own life."
He seemed to be thinking on that, then he looked down at the floor. "I hope I don't regret this."
She gave him a squeeze and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Uncle Mark," she said sweetly.
He blushed. The near-seven-foot-tall Lord of Darkness actually blushed. "Cut it out, kid. Your brother will kill me."