Chapter 5

"Knock – knock, gorgeous…"

Nyla looked up at the soft tap on her door, which was halfway open to begin with and saw Seth Rollins standing in the doorway. The Authority's golden boy. Stephanie and Hunter's handpicked future World Heavyweight champion, who had recently won the yearly Money in the Bank contract. It wasn't on his own merit though, he'd had assistance from the Authority's Director of Operations – Kane. They had completely destroyed Glen Jacob's character, but the man didn't seem to mind trekking around in a suit and tie without his mask. However, in matches, he still wore his mask sometimes, when the 'Demon' was released and Nyla thought it was ridiculous. Saying that aloud would surely get her fired, however, so Nyla kept her thoughts to herself and cracked a hesitant smile at Seth.

"What can I help you with, Seth?" She asked politely, saving her work to give him attention. Seth wouldn't have it any other way.

He smirked at how cordial she always was towards him and planted his Money in the Bank briefcase on the table. "Always down to business, eh? You wound me, Nyla." He clutched his chest in mocking dismay, his dark eyes boring into her. "I think you need a break from this…"

No, she didn't and could the underlying tone in his voice, the hidden meaning. "Seth, I'm really busy…" Nyla frowned when he closed her laptop lid and lifted it, setting it on the floor beside the table.

"And I'm telling you it's time for a break." Seth ordered, keeping the smile on his face and moved around the desk to tower over her. "Stand up."

Sighing, Nyla obeyed his command and rose from her chair, trying not to be hesitant. With Seth, his temperament varied and, after what happened at Night of Champions, he hadn't been the best mood. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, suddenly realizing he'd closed the door behind him and looked up in his dark chocolate eyes. Seth always had a motive when visiting her at work and her assumptions were right as his hands began working the buttons on her blouse. It took everything inside of Nyla not to push him away and run out the door screaming, not wanting any part of him to touch her.

How weird was that considering they were dating? Albeit it was a forced dating, but…everybody in the company thought they were a happy couple. Nyla had been approached by Stephanie, a few months back, right after Seth had turned his back on the Shield and split them up. It had all been unscripted; nobody knew it was coming or saw it for that matter. The very next week, Stephanie called her into the office and informed her of some changes that were coming to the company. Vince had left a little while ago for his long vacation from WWE to be with his wife, but things hadn't gotten bad…until Seth's betrayal.

"Seth wants to take you out for dinner. And you will accept, if you value your job. We need people we TRUST in this company, people we can rely on. You've been here the longest, Nyla, and I'd HATE to have to let you go because you simply can't follow instructions and do as you're told." Stephanie had said all of this with a cold smile on her face and glacial eyes. "You will do whatever Seth wants. Make him happy and write what we tell you and everything will be fine. Or else, things might get messy. You wouldn't want us to tell a certain someone about your precious little secret now, would you?"

In a nutshell, Nyla was forced to date Seth Rollins since she was considered to be in the Authority's 'circle'. That precious little secret was Neela…and who her father was. She had been dumb and stupid when she first started in WWE, which resulted in having Neela secretively. She had no idea how Stephanie found out about it, but then again, she had to report a reasoning for her extended year vacation back in 2004 into 2005. It was to have Neela. It was kept secret through Vince and Linda, at the time, when they were heavily involved in the company still. Now, it was being used as blackmail to bend Nyla in ways she never thought was possible.

"I've been busy lately, I know, baby." Seth murmured, unfastening the final button on her blouse and pushed it down her arms to let it float to the floor at her feet. "Let me make it up to you now."

"Seth…"

This was nothing more than a power play, to show her he still had full control over her and Nyla was powerless to stop him. She had to protect her daughter, by any means necessary, even if it meant allowing this piece of garbage to use her body as he saw fit. He claimed to care about her and wanted her, but sex with him was always callous and it was almost as he was being forced to do this as well. Knowing the Authority, that was the exact reasoning – someone to keep their personal writer in line.

Never once had she been turned on by him. Seth always had to force her body into submission and tonight was no different. He turned her around, after removing her bra, skirt and panties before planting her where he wanted her. Bent over her desk, spread eagle and all Nyla could do was grip the edge. She heard the zipper of his dress pants slide down echo around her and felt tears sting her eyes, wishing there was someway out of this nightmare.

"So beautiful, such a delicious pussy…" Seth growled, smacking her backside and heard her whimper out, thinking she enjoyed it.

On the contrary, Nyla hated having her backside struck, even during sex and gritted her teeth. If she started crying, it would anger him and then he'd really hurt her during this bout. Sucking it up, she managed to soft moan when he smacked her backside harder, knowing that's what he wanted to hear. He groaned in satisfaction and gripped her hips, not bothering to check to see if she was ready. Seth didn't care if she was or not. All he cared about was getting his dick wet, reaching his end and emptying his seed inside of her body, claiming her all over again. Nyla was pretty dry, so when he thrust inside of her, it hurt and she had to grip the desk as tightly as she could, squeezing her eyes shut. The dryness didn't seem to bother him. He kept thrusting, thinking he was rocking her world when, in fact, he had done the opposite. She gave him some half-hearted moans and that was enough to fuel him on, otherwise Nyla remained quiet.

"Oh yeah baby, oh fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock…" Seth growled, gripping her shoulders tightly to give more leverage to his thrusts and didn't care he was hurting her.

Her midsection would be bruised since she was pressed tight against the edge of it. Being bent over a desk like this wasn't as comfortable as people made it sound. Now if she was into this, and wanted him to fuck her, it would be a different story. However, that wasn't the case, which is why she allowed him to do the work and just stayed still. There was no meeting him thrust for thrust or urging him on, no flipping her hair back because of how good it felt to have his cock inside of her. Hell, Seth didn't even know what a g-spot was and never, ever hit hers. Never once had she climaxed for him either, not in the several months they'd been forcefully dating. He did all the dirty talk during their sexual bouts while she remained quiet and just answered when he asked her a question if she enjoyed it.

One other thing about Seth was he didn't last long and had zero stamina when it came to sex. Even hard, he wasn't long, big or thick, feeling like a toothpick screwing her. That was the best metaphor she could think of, which was probably why it hurt to have sex with him every time, besides the fact she wasn't turned on. Within 5 minutes, he exploded inside of her and, thankfully, she had gotten her tubes tied directly after having Neela, refusing to have another child by a wrestler again. Maybe one day she'd have them untied, if she found someone worthwhile, but for the unforeseeable future, there would be no more children, especially an offspring of this rapist.

"Goddamn baby, that was so good…" Seth rumbled, releasing her tensed shoulders and figured she was feeling the after effects of their quickie. His lips caressed her neck and shoulders for a minute while his cock softened, already out of her body. "Mmm…" Tucking himself back in his pants, Seth smirked at her slowly rising from the desk and retrieved her clothes for her. "Such a good girl, letting me fuck you in your office…"

She shuddered, unable to suppress it and took the clothes from him to start redressing, needing to sit before her knees gave out. Such a good girl, eh? No, she was a good whore – the Authority's whore – and nothing more than that. Eventually, Vince would come back to the company, unless he croaked, and if that happened, everyone the Authority didn't like or approve of was screwed. Herself included. She would have to quit the company and already planned on doing it when her contract was up in 3 years. If Nyla would've known how everything would've turned out, a year ago, she never would've re-signed with the company. It was an iron-clad 4 year contract, unbreakable, and at the time she wanted something permanent to where she knew she wouldn't lose her job because of Neela and her parents. That was a decision she regretted making, wishing she would've only gone for the standard 2 year contract instead.

"That's me, I guess…" Nyla tried to sound upbeat about it, but all that came out was sorrow and she cleared her throat, keeping the smile on her face. "Thank you for that surprise, Seth."

Gripping her chin, he drew her against him before she could pull her blouse back on and gazed into her cool amber eyes. "Hmm…no need to thank me, baby. Happy to do it." Not really.

He only screwed her because of Stephanie's request and wouldn't deny the Princess anything. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't get his dick wet with someone who actually appreciated and WANTED to be with him. Seth wasn't stupid. He was called 'The Architect' for a reason and had a good, solid head on his shoulders. It was obvious Nyla wasn't happy with this arrangement and she was only giving herself to him out of fear. However, when Stephanie said jump, he asked how high and she wanted to send Nyla a reminder of who was in charge. Who owned her, in other words.

"Go in there, bend her over her desk and fuck her senseless. Make sure she KNOWS who owns her and who is in control." Stephanie had ordered, simplifying it in a blunt tone. "And Seth, make it hurt a little. A little pain always goes a long way with pleasure."

What was he supposed to say? No? That wasn't happening, not when he was on the verge of becoming World Heavyweight champion and reaching his ultimate goal. If he had to dip his dick in every woman Stephanie ordered him to, he would. Seth would sell himself like a cheap whore if it meant holding the gold in WWE – the biggest wrestling organization on the planet. Everything he did would be worth it and he knew Hunter had to do some pretty awful things in order to make it big here too. This company was FULL of whores, even the people behind the scenes – they had all done something despicable a time or two to get to where they were today. There was no reason Nyla should be any different than the rest of them.

"Was there anything else you needed from me beside a quickie?" Nyla asked cordially, sitting down in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. She knew better than to open her laptop to resume working until he left.

Nyla wasn't stupid either. She knew Seth screwed around on her with other women and didn't overly care. She didn't love him, respect him and only screwed him out of fear, just as he assumed. It was all done out of fear…fear of losing her job, fear of Neela's sperm donor finding out about her, fear for her life, since Stephanie had also threatened that. It was rape – and she endured it for the sake of protecting her family and her secret.

"Yeah, Stephanie wanted me to tell you some last minute changes are coming regarding me and Ambrose's feud." Seth watched her pull her blouse back on and buttoned it up, giving her body a quick scan.

The woman did not have big enough boobs. If she'd gotten a boob job and actually cared about her appearance, maybe he'd think differently about her. As it was, her boobs were way too small for his liking and she didn't show nearly enough skin. Stephanie called her a prude and Seth agreed with her, a prudish whore anyway. Always blouses and pencil skirts with pumps. Seth wondered who Nyla Miller was OUTSIDE of the company and had a feeling it was like black and white, day and night with her.

"Oh really? She gave me these changes I've been working on…" Nyla wasn't surprised when he snatched them from her to read them over, nodding his head in approval. "Yeah, that's all great and everything, but she's gonna send over another idea too."

Nyla had to fight against becoming annoyed because Seth would go right back to Stephanie with a complaint. "Very well. Will she email it to me or send it over with someone?" She asked, keeping her voice carefully neutral and calm, when really, she felt like ripping her hair out.

Like he would know that information? Seth snorted, shrugging his shoulders and already headed for the door with his Money in the Bank briefcase in hand. "Don't know. I guess you'll find out soon enough. I gotta bounce and I won't be staying the night with you tonight. Need a night to myself." In other words, he needed to find an actual woman who wanted him instead of the prudish whore he had to order to fuck him.

"Okay, enjoy your night." Nyla felt a wave of relief crash over her at his words of spending the night alone and almost cried out in joy.

"You too. I'll call sometime tomorrow."

The moment Seth walked out, closing the door behind him, Nyla buried her face in her hands and cried her heart out to the silence, wondering how much more of this abuse she'd be able to take.

She was on the verge of crashing and burning.