Title: Overprotective
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story only the plot.
Notes: None really. This is my first story with OCs. For the next couple of chapters will alternate between girls.
Pairings: Read and see.
Chapter One - Getting to know the boss and his enemy
The meeting ended at 3 much to everyone's delight. As everyone else started to file out of the room, Anastasia waited before taking her leave. She waved at Vince and exited the room. It wasn't long before she felt a hand grasp her arm. She turned quickly to glare at the person, only to see Eric Bischoff.
"Yes?" She asked with a slight frown.
"Let's have a little talk. Did you come by rental?" He asked a smirk playing on his face.
Anastasia refrained from rolling her eyes at her new boss. "No I rode a cab from the airport. I didn't have enough time to get a rental."
"That's great. You can come with me then." Bischoff stated in a tone that meant for her not to argue.
"That's really not necessary Mr. Bischoff I can just take a cab to the hotel."
He waved her off and ushered her towards the elevator; a hand placed behind the young woman's back much to her displeasure. "Nonsense, we have to settle some ground rules. So now would be the perfect time."
Anastasia sighed in defeat, "Fine I just need to get my bags from the desk." The ride down to the lobby of the building remained silent. Bischoff standing too close for Anastasia's liking. When the doors opened she was only too happy to escape, even if it was only for a moment. She retrieved her bags from the polite woman at the desk and left the building. Eric Bischoff stood off to the side waiting for her.
"This way." He stated walking towards a black limo posed only a few feet away.
Anastasia's brow rose, 'What's with the limo?' she thought not understanding why the GM of Raw would travel in a limousine for such a simple meeting.
Before she knew it, her bags had been taken and she was ushered into the stretch limo opposite Eric Bischoff. The man smirked as he leaned back watching her. He reached over to his right and grabbed a glass.
"Care for a drink."
"No I'm fine, thank you." Came the harsh reply.
Eric shrugged, pouring himself a glass of wine. He took one sip before speaking again. "Now we're going to set a few rules. What I say goes no ifs, ands, or buts about anything. You are never allowed to correct me. Do not talk back. Attitudes are not accepted in this business."
Anastasia couldn't help but scoff at his comment, 'You seriously either ignored my brother or just don't know him as well as you think you do.' she thought and listened quietly. Eric either hadn't heard the mocking noise she made or he simply chose to ignore it as he continued.
"I make the decisions around here so you are to stay out of my way. You're main job is to look cute and do as your told, so remember your place." He pointed at her. Anastasia turned her attention to the passing objects. "And most important stay away from John Cena. That stupid ass punk is nothing but trouble and I'll be damned if I have him ruin me. Are we clear?"
The woman made no motion to reply.
Eric frowned and spoke louder, "You are to answer me when I ask you something and look at me!" He snapped. Already he could tell the young woman was going to cause him problems and he didn't like that. He was going to break her and force her to understand him if it was the last thing he did. "I said are we clear?"
"Mr. Bischoff I'm not deaf you don't have to yell. I heard you. You made yourself crystal clear." She glared back out the window. When she had applied for the job she hadn't expected to find herself working for the Raw GM, she had silently hoped it was for one of the superstars but apparently God had different plans for her.
"I believe we're here Mr. Bischoff." She pointed out, quickly glancing at the GM and then down at her watch. It was only 3:30. It wasn't long after that the door was opened and Anastasia quickly made her exit with Eric not far behind. She felt a hand stop her movements yet again. She turned to face the older man.
"You are to be at the arena tonight before taping beginnings at 9. You are to be there at 6, it would do no good for you to be late on your first day." Eric stated as he released the woman and turned to enter the hotel. Leaving the young woman alone with the chauffer.
Anastasia couldn't help but roll her eyes at the retreating form of Eric Bischoff. The chauffer gave her an apologetic smile, knowing how frustrated she will become from working with the hot-tempered, self-centered General Manager of Raw. He retrieved the young woman's bags from the trunk of the limousine and handed them to her. With a grateful smile, Anastasia turned away and entered the lobby of the hotel to check in.
"Hello, I made a reservation." The dark haired woman said once she approached the desk. The clerk at desk looked up and popped the gum she was chewing on. "Last name please?"
"Roman."
"Anastasia?"
"That's correct."
"You're in room 435. You can just take the elevator to the fourth floor. Here's your key." The blonde clerk handed Anastasia the card key to her hotel room.
"Thank you." The dark haired girl mumbled as she pocketed the card key and grabbed her bags.
A soft thump noise drew the young woman's attention to the floor, checking to see if she had dropped something. With her gaze turned away she hadn't seen the stopped figure in front of her, causing a rather loud collision.
"Dammit!" She heard a masculine voice groan.
Frowning, Anastasia looked down and was greeted with the sight of the back of the man's head. "I'm sorry." She mumbled trying to standing up. She pushed lightly against his back not realizing that during the fall, their legs had entwined.
"Ya might wanna wait till I can get my legs out before you go and try to get up." He stated in an amused voice as he turned his slightly to glance back at her. She rolled her eyes and relaxed as she waited for their legs to be disentangled. "Now you can stand up."
In a few moments both were able to stand up and straighten themselves out.
"Ya know, if ya wanted my autograph all ya had to do was ask. Ya didn't have to go a tackle me." The man said as he adjusted his hat.
Anastasia rolled her eyes as she dusted off the shirt she was wearing. "Don't flatter yourself. I was just on my way to the elevator to get to my room. I just didn't see you."
The man smirked, "How the hell can you miss me? You're half my size."
"Well excuse me for being short. I was checking the floor to see if I lost anything."
"I see." The man crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't ya think that ya should apologize to me?"
Again the young woman rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry...Mister..."
"Cena. John Cena."
"Well I'm sorry Mister Cena..." She trailed off again, "Wait, why does that sound familiar?"
"You watch wrestling?"
"Of course I do.." A small smirk came to her face, "Oh you're the one Bischoff told me to stay away from."
John's brows knotted together, "Now why the hell would Bisch do a thing like that?"
"I'm his personal assistant. Newly employed." Anastasia said dryly.
"Ya don't say. Now doesn't that make things interesting? What's your name?" John asked as he bent down to help her with her bags.
"You really don't have to do that. I'm fully capable of it myself." Anastasia tried to take them from him only from the brown haired wrestler to pull them away.
"Nah it's cool now answer my question." He said as they moved towards the elevator.
Another eye roll. "My name is Anastasia Roman, but you can call me Anya."
"Roman?" He echoed. "Aren't ya-?"
"Yeah, I'm his half sister." She replied knowing what he was going to ask, as the elevator doors opened. They entered and John asked for her floor.
"Four please."
He pressed the button and then pressed five for his own floor. "So..." He began as he leaned back, her luggage posed between them. "Ya know that ya could have had someone bring these up for ya?"
Anya nodded, "Of course. I just like doing things myself. I don't like being waited on."
John's brow rose slightly, "Ain't that something."
She simply shrugged. The elevator chimed and soon the doors opened. "Well thanks for the help but I need to settle in and I want to rest a bit before I have to head to the arena. Bye."
"Later Anya." John stated as the young woman exited with her luggage in hand.
Two hours later...
Anya woke up from the nap she had taken. Her suitcase laid open on the floor of the hotel room. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. 6:00. "SHIT!" She exclaimed as she threw the covers off and hurried to the bathroom for a quick shower.
When she came out it was 6:20. "Damn it." She mumbled as she hurried to her bag for clothes. She pulled out a black miniskirt and white halter top. "This is just what I need." In a matter of seconds she was changed and hurried into the bathroom to apply basic makeup.
Anya sighed as she left the bathroom and grabbed her purse making sure her cell phone and key card were inside. Another glance at the clock told her it was now 6:30. She shook her head in frustration; she slid on her heeled sandals and left the room. She hurried to the elevator, pressing the down arrow.
Groaning in frustration as the elevator seemed to enjoy taking its sweet time. The moment she turned to use the stairs the elevator doors opened. Anya entered not paying attention to the other occupant.
"Well if ain't little Anya." The voice laughed, "How have you been?"
Anya's eyes shifted and glared at the smug looking blonde man. "Hunter." She mumbled.
Hunter Hearst Helmsly smirked; "It's a pleasure to see you again. How's your brother?"
"He's good, not that you care." Anya replied harshly.
"Still holding hostiles?"
"What do you think?"
Hunter frowned; "I'd watch how I'd talk."
Anya rolled her eyes, "Hunter please do me a favor and shut up."
Hazel eyes narrowed and a large hand reached out grabbing the woman's upper arm pulling her closer to him. "You have to learn a little bit of respect girl." He hissed.
Anya brought a hand up in an attempt to remove his arm. "Let me go Hunter." She stated evenly.
"Now why would I do that?"
"Because I'm gonna make ya. She said let go." A new voice replied.
Both Hunter and Anya looked to the side to see John Cena standing in front of the elevator doors.
"Helmsly I know you're not stupid enough to want to make a scene in front of all these people." John said with a smirk as he motioned towards all the people currently occupyin' the lobby.
Hunter's faced quickly changed into a scowl. "We were having a private conversation Cena, so but out."
The Jersey clad man smiled, "But it looks like the lady don't wanna talk to you. So just let her go and get out of here." He said in a warning tone.
Hunter glanced at John, then at the crowd forming behind to see what the hold up was on the elevator and then hazel eyes looked down at eh young woman glaring at him. He smirked, "Sorry," He said halfheartedly; "I'll see you around Anya." He squeezed her arm and them released her, brushing pass Cena as he adjusted his suit coat.
"You ok?"
"Just peachy." Anya replied as she rubbed her arm.
"How'd you- wait never mind I know." John said.
Anya rose a brow before glancing down at the watch on her wrist. "Shit! I'm really late. I was suppose to be there at 6."
"I'll give ya a lift. It won't take us that long with me at the wheel." John offered with a smirk.
"I don't think-" before she could say another word, she felt herself being pulled through the lobby and out to the parking lot of the hotel.
"I am never! Never letting you drive me somewhere again!" A disgruntled looking Anya hissed as she opened the door to the rented Mustang.
John laughed, "Woman, where's your sense of adventure."
"Obviously not here." She mumbled as she straightened her skirt.
"I got ya here didn't I?"
"Yeah at break neck speed. I'm seriously surprised you weren't pulled over."
"Ya know it's 7:20 now right?"
Dark eyes widen and Anya turned away. "Dammit. This is just great." She yelled as she ran as face as she could in her heeled sandals. John couldn't help but laugh as he removed his belt and duffel bag from the back of the car.