CHAPTER VII: THE AFTERGLOW
AN: I do not own Van Asyeck, Mick Foley, Evolution or any other WWE superstars that may appear with in the story. I also do not own Stella McMahon or Shane. Vince owns them all, and Linda owns Vince so all I have to say is please do not sue me. Ya, know by now guys it's the normal spiel here.
The next morning Batista woke up. He was at first boggled at where he was and then the events of the night before came rushing back to him. The abduction, the shower, and that tank top he smiled. He looked down and noticed that the said beauty queen had her face nuzzled into his neck and her legs pressed against his. He watched her as she began to stir.
Siya opened her eyes and realized where she was. She felt his rippling muscles underneath her palms, and she felt the minuet clasp of his arm on her hip. Screaming she struggled to get away and promptly fell on the floor, and on her face. Her legs were tangled up in the bed sheets and causing her to lose time in her escape. Dave chuckled, grasped her upper arm lightly and hoisted her up on the bed. "You kidnapper, once I get a Singapore Cane your history," she snarled.
"So I guess we're back to last nights formalities," he said with a smirk on his face.
"Yes, you big neanderthal," she spat.
"Well it's eight o'clock and we've got a plane to catch to New York," he stated.
"I have no reason to go with you... you pig," she yelled at him. Grabbing a pillow she smacked him across the face and ran to the bathroom. Locking the door she calmed herself down. Her make up bag stood on the countertop. Hands shaking she picked up a bag and began to apply her makeup.
Outside the door Dave raised his fist to pound against the door, but upon hearing the water pouring into the sink. He stopped and just listened to the water splash against the bowel. He turned around and began to change into a nice three-piece suit. Selected a very expensive Armani suit he put on expensive cologne and diamond studs in his ears. Hearing the water stop he made himself stop from turning around in anticipation of seeing her.
When he did it took his breath away.
She was wearing tailored black leather pants and a corseted red tube top. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail leaving the expanse of her neck free from any obstructions. She had gold hoop earrings and a thin golden chain with a dragon medallion hanging from it. She gave him a seething look and began to head towards the door carrying her suitcase. "Are you ready so we can leave now? Or should I assume your going to spend more time in front of that mirror in one day then I do in an entire month," she said, mentioning that Dave since her exited the bathroom Dave had spent his time looking in the mirror fixing his hair. "God you are a woman," she muttered under her breath. Dave strode over and opened the door artfully carrying both of his duffel bags and maneuvering around her so that if she were to sprint away from him he could easily grab her.
God this is ridiculous I'm letting this man keep control of me Siya though. But secretly deep down inside she sort of enjoyed the way Dave fussed over her in the car when she couldn't get her seatbelt to buckle right. OR the way they stopped at Wawa for a cup of green tea that the hotel hadn't offered. Smiling she decided that she would lay off her bitching to Dave. Turning her head to Dave she abruptly said, "Thank you."
Without even taking his eyes off the road he cracked a smile and said," It's no problem I enjoy your company. It's a lot nicer than the guys I usually am with." The rode the rest of the way in silence.
Upon reaching the airport he escorted her out of the Jaguar and taking her bag this time he carried all the bags to the check in counter. After putting his largest bag onto the rolling rack to be deposited in the belly of the plane he took hold of Siya's hand and held it all the way to the waiting area.
Six hours later they stepped off in New York City. Siya breathed in the scents of JFK airport. Smiling, she basically dragged Dave away from Evolution to go pick up their luggage.
"Hey hold on, you don't want to get eaten alive here do you," he joked. Rolling her eyes she informed him, "My family and I have traveled here over a hundred times in the past ten years or so."
"Oh," Dave said suddenly silenced by the knowledge.
"Come on lets go put our stuff down and I get you the best dog in the city," she spoke trying to make him smile. Four hours later Siya pulled up in front of a Lower East Side grocery store.
"What in God's name are we doing here woman," he asked indignantly obviously worried about the sort that tended to inhabit the area.
Laughing she smiled as she slide out of the car. "The best hotdog you'll ever have." She got out and walked into the grocery. "Hey," she greeted. The old man behind the counter smiled and waved back.
"He knows you," Dave whispered.
"No," she giggled, "everyone is just that friendly here. It's like Tokyo only a little cozier." She ordered two hotdogs with the works. Handing one to Dave they walked out of the store. The walk back to the car was uneventful.
As they approached their rental Dave was the first to notice a crouched figure near the car. The figure stood up and walked away from the car before they got there. Approaching the car cautiously Dave wouldn't let her near it.
He found nothing physically wrong with the car only some smudged characters on the tire. Not caring any more about the figures Dave opened the door for Siya and walked around the side of the car.
Siya instantly recognized the Japanese figures when she saw them. It was a note from Van dear little sister I promise that no one will hurt you. I promise that next Monday night you can come home with me. Love your big brother van.
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