Chapter 6

Aya didn't come back to the arena for the rest of the night, claiming she had a headache and demanded Macaria to gain some information on Mr. Ambrose. That wasn't happening, but it was a nice try. So Macaria hung out in Dean's dressing room and watched the show, waiting to go out to the ring to snap some shots of Dean in action. However tonight, there was no match for him since this was his return after being gone for over 30 days. Dean had done a movie called 12 Rounds: Lockdown, which would be released sometime next year. One of the main reasons they were doing this magazine spread in the first place on him.

Macaria didn't understand anything going on. There was a match with two men named John Cena and Randy Orton. Wrestling was never her forte and she'd never been a fan of it. It just never appealed to her. However, hanging out with Dean was slowly making her into a fan, simply because of the muscular eye candy. Tonight, Dean had a plan for the people known as the Authority and the man he had deemed their 'golden boy', Seth Rollins. He looked like a slimeball and the slight blonde on one side of his hair looked atrocious. She had seen pictures of them from various magazines as a group called the Shield, where the man had HALF his head bleach blonde and the other black. It was actually a pretty cool trend and fans all over the world had adopted the look. That wasn't the case anymore and Macaria ventured a guess the man was tired of frying his brain cells with so much bleach.

There was no reason to go out to the ring to snap photographs of Dean because WWE would take care of the in-ring action. His interaction with fans was something she did want to capture though. Macaria would do it at live events called house shows, where it wasn't on live television and the wrestlers tended to go a little crazier than usual. It made sense, they had to act a certain way on television while completely going balls to the wall for fans and throwing caution to the wind at the house shows. Usually, they were Friday-Sunday unless there was a pay-per-view event, which happened once, sometimes twice, a month. Then it was just Fridays and Saturdays for house shows. Her days off would be Wednesdays and Thursdays, just like Dean, since she was following him around, along with Aya.

Speak of the dragon, Macaria answered her cell on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Did you find anything out from that mongrel?" Aya demanded irritably, busy drying her nails from a fresh manicure.

"Not really, no. He doesn't…communicate very well." It was a lie, but Macaria had promised Dean she wouldn't mention anything they talked about to Aya. She wouldn't break that promise.

Aya scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Ugh! What good are you if you can't even get SOME information out of him?! Please tell me you at least did your JOB and snapped photos?"

"Yes, I got quite a few I think you'll like."

Aya highly doubted that. "Just remember, Mac, you work for ME, not him and not the WWE. What I say goes. This is MY ass on the line, not yours, you got it? Just do your job, snap pictures and leave the rest to me." She ordered, waving the nail stylist off when she swapped her hands to dry. "And if he HAPPENS to drop some juicy gossip, you'll let me know, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ugh! Don't call me that! It makes me sound like an old hag, which I'm NOT!"

"Sorry…Aya."

"Much better. Gotta go."

Macaria put her phone down and had to wonder how Aya would gain knowledge from Dean, when she wasn't here to retrieve it in the first place. She had just contradicted herself by saying to leave the rest to her besides snapping photos. Fine, she would leave the rest to the dragon and watch her be slain by Dean since he had zero interest in conversing with her. It seemed as though he wanted to converse with Macaria and she had no idea why. Jolting out of her thoughts, Macaria turned to look at the monitor just in time to see Dean in action.

He'd been hiding under a black table that was supposed to have cinderblocks under it, much like what happened over a month ago. Instead, they got Dean Ambrose and he went right for Seth, chasing him out of the arena, after the Authority goons had to hold him back. Once the show ended with Dean and John Cena standing in the ring, the crowd was in an uproar over Seth escaping their clutches again, thanks to the Authority. Dean growled, unable to wait to get his hands on Seth, but he had a plan in mind for the so-called Architect for Smackdown!.

"So since the virago left you hanging without a ride, I'll give you a lift back to the hotel to grab our things and then we're hitting the road."

Macaria recoiled, blinking at him. "I'm sorry, what? What do you mean we're hitting the road?"

"Normally, after Raw is over, I hop in my rental and drive to the next town unless I have a flight scheduled." Dean explained, already guiding her down the hallway with his hand on the small of her back. Purely platonic way, of course. "Little Rock is where Smackdown! is tomorrow night for the taped show. It's taped every Tuesday." Didn't Aya go over this with her? Apparently not. "It's only a 2-hour drive from here, maybe a little more. A hop, skip and jump, practically. No reason to take a plane when we can drive, you know?"

Aya would not enjoy this gig because she hated driving. It seemed like this particular job would require a great deal of traveling in vehicles instead of planes. "I don't think…"

"Look, you wanna get some shots of me outside of the ring, yeah? What better way to do that than traveling with me? You guys are supposed to follow me. I don't care if your idiot boss does, but you…I don't mind." Dean's blues twinkled down at her mischievously, wiggling his brows and walked into his dressing room. "Or do you think Virago will be pissed you're traveling with me alone?"

That…was a very good question. "I don't know. I mean, it IS my job to take photos of you everywhere you go, but I think she wants me with her at all times…" Macaria couldn't believe that lie came out of her mouth and saw the knowing look on Dean's face. "Okay – okay, if that was true, she'd be here. I'm just…nervous about this. Maybe I should call her first…ask permission?"

Dean snorted with a shrug. "Do what you gotta do, Maca. Hell, if she fires you for simply doing her job, what does that say about her?"

That was a good point. "I'll still call her and let her know what's going on. I'll meet you outside." Making sure to shoulder her camera equipment, Macaria left and went outside through the back entrance to make the dreaded phone call to the dragon.

"What?" Aya answered on the third ring, the sounds of people and music surrounding her. "What is it, Mac?!"

"I just…wanted to let you know that Mr. Ambrose asked me to go to the next town with him. I figured you'd want some snapshots of him driving and doing things outside of the ring…" Did Aya even take this job seriously? Where the hell was she? It wasn't Macaria's business, but she also felt this was incredibly unprofessional too.

"Sure – sure yeah, whatever. No sex. Don't forget that." Aya dismissed her, laughing at the man whispering in her ear and felt her body melt against him. Just because Macaria couldn't have sex did NOT mean she couldn't. "I will call you tomorrow, Mac. Don't let me down." If anyone was screwing her assignment, it would be only her.

The call ended abruptly, like always, and Macaria could only stare at her phone, shaking her head. If Aya didn't start taking this seriously, she had a feeling the woman would lose this entire article. Pocketing her cell phone, Macaria looked up at the starry night sky and jumped when she heard a voice behind her, turning to see it was Dean.

"Everything squared away?"

She smiled at him and nodded, letting him lead her to the rental – a Nissan Rogue. They were nice vehicles and a lot more roomy than people realized because of the shape of them. Dean opened the hatch, tossing his bags in and went to take her equipment, but Macaria stopped him.

"I'm gonna snap some shots of you while you're driving, if that's all right." She spotted the pack of smokes he'd pulled out of his pocket and decided none would be with him smoking. WWE was PG-rated, after all. "In-between your smoke breaks, that is."

"Do I detect judgment in your tone?" Dean smirked, closing the hatch and slid behind the wheel while she buckled up in the passenger seat. "We'll make a quick stop at the hotel before jetting out on the highway. Hope you don't mind fast food."

"No McDonald's, that's all I ask."

"Oh come on, they have the best fries…" At her firm repudiation, Dean decided to humor her and honestly, McDonald's didn't sound good anyway.

Once at the hotel, Dean went to his room and Macaria went to hers, which were on opposites sides of the building, and different floors. Aya's room was just a few down from hers, so it was no surprise when the elevator dinged and she stepped off to find her boss in a…precarious position. The black sequined skirt she had on was bunched up around her waist, her top was nearly off, unbuttoned and her mouth was devouring…Seth Rollins? The blonde in the black hair was recognizable anywhere. Aya was getting ready to have sex with Seth Rollins, the man Dean wanted to rip apart. That was far too coincidental and Macaria couldn't believe Aya was falling for it.

"Oh, Seth…" Her moan echoed down the hallway as his lips continued moving down her neck, clinging to him for dear life.

He smirked, hearing the desire in her voice and knew she wanted him. His dick was hard in his pants while keeping her pinned against the door, his hands reaching every piece of flesh he could get them on. Instead of going out to find a piece of ass HE wanted, Stephanie had other plans for him. Just like Nyla, Seth was their personal gigolo to sway certain people to the Authority's side, all women of course. He didn't swing the other direction and no amount of money in the world would change that. Stephanie ordered him to pursue Dean's journalist and it wasn't hard to do, or to coerce her back to the hotel. Aya was a bitch in heat, an attention whore and it only took an hour to coerce her back to the hotel for some private time.

"Want me to fuck that pussy, baby?"

"Mmm yeah, give it to me…"

Seth smirked, massaging her breasts and pressed her further into the door, not moving to unlock it yet. She had given him her keycard since he had her locked around his waist and against him. "Answer a question first…" He murmured, his mouth moving down to her breasts, which were pressed against his beater covered chest.

Aya's mouth watered, her brain in a passion haze and had no idea what Seth's actual motive was. "What do you wanna know, handsome?"

"Tell me about your piece on Ambrose. I wanna know what it's about." Seth ordered, pinching her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, glad she hadn't worn a bra. She hadn't worn panties either, so he could literally fuck her right in the hallway now, if he wanted. "Tell me and I'll grant you the privilege of fucking me."

While they spoke, Macaria had managed to get closer and hid behind a trashcan, camera out. She had it set for her drive with Dean, jade eyes narrowing at what Seth was asking her boss. Aya writhed against him, caressing his arms and it made Macaria sick just how needy she was. Grant her the privilege of screwing him? Was this man for real? He was truly full of himself and Macaria felt an ounce of remorse flood through her for what she was about to do. It was the only way to show Dean she wasn't blowing smoke up his backside when she showed up the pictures of Seth and Aya practically screwing in the hallway.

"It's not a big deal. Just for some stupid freelance magazine that revolves around the fake shit you guys do in the ring." Aya slid her tongue out to wet her lips, not seeing the annoyance cross Seth's face and caressed his muscular, rock hard chest. "Goddamn, you're built like a brick house. I bet you're huge…" Reaching down, she stroked the hardened bulge with her hand and felt her eyes darken further, which were brown behind the purple contacts she had in. "Mmm, open the door, I wanna suck your dick…"

This woman was blunt, but Seth found himself turned on by it and slid the keycard in the slot, pushing open the door. "It'd be hotter if you did it where we could get caught…" He growled, seeing the slight hesitation in her eyes and watched her wiggle out of his arms to drop to her knees in front of him. Right in the open doorway. "Fuck, you're gonna do it? Right here and now?" His dick was pulsating by now.

"Of course, that's what you want, isn't it?"

Aya stroked him with her hand, watching him nod and shrugged before beginning to lick him up and down like a lollipop. He was small enough to fit in her mouth, so she sincerely hoped he knew how to work it in the bedroom or this night would be a colossal disappointment. Seth wasn't sure this was a good idea anymore because Aya had called his bluff, looking back and forth up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was coming. However, when she began driving him fully in her mouth, the trepidation was gone and he buried his fingers in her hair, beginning to fuck her mouth.

"Oh yeah…Ohh yeah…"

Macaria had snapped more than enough photos, put her camera away and managed to make it inside her room to grab her unpacked bag and toiletries. When she walked back out, it was just in time to see Seth explode inside her boss's mouth and Aya swallowed him whole. They actually did something like that in a hotel hallway. Her boss really was a whore! Macaria knew they weren't paying her any attention and managed to make it down the hallway back to the elevator, then thought better of it and took the back staircase.

"Everything all right?" Dean asked, wondering what took Macaria so long and blinked when she practically shoved the camera in his face. "What the fuck?"

"Take a look at those."

Dean's eyes widened as he saw picture after picture snapped of Seth and Aya in the hotel hallway, with their tongues down each other's throats, before moving onto Seth's pencil dick down Aya's throat.