Chapter 8
Singing songs off-key was just one of the things that made Macaria wish she'd never gotten into a vehicle with Dean Ambrose. The man had a HORRIBLE singing voice! She also never laughed so hard in her life and called him crazy. Dean was a lot of fun to be around and Macaria wanted to take more road trips with him in the future. She had done her job as well, snapping some shots of him while driving and he'd even behaved during them. No funny faces or anything, he had given her a couple of really nice photos. In return, she had to kiss his cheek and the stubble against her lips sent shivers throughout her body.
"Thanks for riding with me tonight, Maca." His cheek still burned from her soft kiss and Dean had reached up to rub it gently.
She smiled back at him. "No need to thank me. I had a great time with you, Dean. You make road trips a lot of fun." It'd been a long time since she'd laughed as hard as she did with him. "Well, good night…"
"Wait." Dean hopped out of the car and closed her door for her, backing her up against it. "It's late…"
"Yeah, and?"
"Maca, it's not safe for you to go up to your room alone. I'm walking you up and don't argue with me, babe." Dean slid his finger down her cheek with the back of his hand before moving to pop the hatch on the Rogue.
That was a surprisingly chivalrous thing for him to do and offer, or rather demand, and the butterflies erupted in her stomach. "Fine – fine, lead the way then."
"See? I knew you'd see it my way." Dean chortled, shutting the hatch with the bags in hand, hers included, and locked up the Rogue. He guided her inside the hotel, both checking into their separate rooms and heading up the back stairs since they were both on the second floor.
"Thank you for walking me to my room." Macaria slid her keycard into the slot and pushed open the door, allowing him inside for a moment to set her bags down. He refused to let her carry them on her own for some reason. "I suppose I owe you another kiss on the cheek?"
"Only if you want. I won't fight you on it." Dean remarked, not expecting anything from her and watched her walk up to him, trying like hell not to sport an erection.
Why was she so beautiful and why was he so entranced by her? They didn't even know each other and, yet, he felt an intense attraction he couldn't explain or fathom. Macaria had a natural beauty and aura about her, a purity and maybe that was why he was fascinated with her – her wholesomeness.
Reaching up, Macaria leaned up on her tiptoes and lightly brushed her lips against his stubbled cheek for a second time, letting them linger for a second longer than necessary. "Thank you for tonight, Dean." She murmured near his ear, slowly stepped back and felt her breath catch in her throat at his darkened eyes. "Good night."
It took EVERY ounce of willpower inside of him not to pin her to the nearest wall and fuck her senseless. Dean had to get out of there because now his cheek was burning again and his dick was hardened in his pants. It was definitely time for some Rosy Palm loving once he got back to his own room. What he didn't realize was Macaria planned on doing the same thing in her own shower, her panties drenched just from kissing his cheek twice.
"Night, Maca."
As soon as he left, Macaria stripped out of her clothes and went straight for the bathroom, starting up the shower. It'd been a LONG time since a man affected her this intensely and this magnitude. It sucked Macaria couldn't do anything about it either. She could…she had the pictures to keep her job going, but blackmail was beneath her. Sex with Dean, the man she was working closely with, wasn't a good idea and it did go against Aya's rules. Her fingers would have to do the job for her for a while until either she exploded and threw caution to the wind or played ball like the boss wanted. Unraveling her hair from the braid she had it in, Macaria brushed it out quickly, not wanting to deal with tangles after her shower.
Stepping under the warm sprays, Macaria wasted no time in soothing the ache between her thighs and slid her fingers down her stomach until they reached her sex. "Dean…" His name poured out of her mouth in the softest of moans as Macaria pressed a hand against the shower wall to pleasure herself, her eyes closing, envisioning him doing this to her instead of her fingers.
At that moment, Dean was in his own shower with his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, hissing out. Macaria was quite a woman and he'd had a lot of fun with her tonight on that impromptu road trip. He was thinking of sending Aya some flowers as a way to thank her for leaving Macaria and him alone. Dean wanted more of that; he wanted Macaria as his, period. Gritting his teeth, he began pumping his hand up and down, wanting more than anything for his hand to be Macaria's pussy wrapped around him, stroking him.
"Macaria…" He growled out her name, sliding his fingers through his hair as the shower sprays cascaded over his head down his body. "Mmm yeah, so fucking tight…" His eyes were closed, pumping his hand harder and faster to bring himself over that fine razor edge.
He would have her. It was only a matter of time until their sexual tension exploded and they came together. He felt the sparks in her soft lips against his cheek and jade eyes had smoldered over just the slightest. Macaria was fighting this though because of her virago boss. Dean had to find a way to deal with Aya, so he could have his way with Macaria, but he had no idea how to go about doing it. It did help Aya made it clear she didn't give a flying hell about this project. All she wanted to do was have her 15 minutes of fame by screwing almost every wrestler on the roster. Why else would she have jumped on Seth's dick so quickly? Then again, Seth was a whore as well, which was why his fiancée had left him high and dry, after finding nude photos of him with another woman on his phone.
The man was an idiot when it came to women.
The following morning, Macaria woke up to a text message from Aya and rolled her eyes heavenward, heaving a sigh.
Won't be at the show. Something came up. Try to get some info for me and pictures. I'll be in touch.
"What a fucking joke." Macaria muttered, glancing at the clock and saw it was just after 10 AM.
She wondered if Dean was awake and chewed her bottom lip, deciding not to bother him right away. Aya was going to blow this job because she wasn't doing it. They had several months to get this all done, so she thought dragging her feet was the best thing to do. Hell, Macaria may as well be the journalist at this rate because she'd found out a great deal from Dean. None of it would be shared with Aya either. If the bitch wanted to find out information on him, she could do it herself. Yawning, Macaria slid from the bed and stretched her arms in the air, her stomach rumbling with hunger.
Food was needed.
Since she'd taken a rather long shower before bed last night, Macaria simply pulled on a pair of black capris and a short-sleeved rainbow striped top that had different colors in it. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head in a fanned style and she slipped on her brown sandals before grabbing her keys off the dresser. Hotel food did not sound good. Maybe there was a diner somewhere in Little Rock she could frequent since she didn't have to be at the show until 5 PM.
Plenty of time to kill.
Opening her door, Macaria let out a small yelp at the sight of Dean standing in front of her with his hand up. "Oh my fucking god, you scared me!" She exclaimed, smacking his arm none too gently and glared at his amused response.
"Damn woman! I didn't mean to scare you, but you should've seen your face…" Dean couldn't help it, he was laughing so hard he had to stumble back before she co-cocked him in the face. "Chill – chill, I was just coming to see if you wanted to start the day."
"And here I thought I'd be disturbing your rest by calling to see if you wanted to get breakfast with me." She muttered good-naturedly, trying to keep the glare on her face and failed. He was too damn cute for his own good with that boyish smile and beautiful blues. "What are you doing up this early anyway?"
Dean snorted, sliding one of his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "Please. I'm always up by 8 AM, no matter what time at night I go to bed. I'm hardwired that way." Living in Vegas had given him a new perspective on life and he missed home a lot, hardly able to wait to hop on a plane tomorrow morning for his 2 days off. "Wait, you were gonna call and invite me out to breakfast? Where's the Virago?"
Not it was her turn to sneer. "She texted me around 8 this morning, while I was still sleeping, and said she won't be at the show tonight. Something came up. And I bet you anything I know exactly what that 'up' is." Aya was getting her jollies off with Seth Rollins. "Though, that makes no sense considering Seth is supposed to be on the show tonight, right?"
"Yeah, I think. The Authority's baby boy wouldn't miss a televised event. If it was a house show, he probably wouldn't give two fucks skipping it." Dean replied honestly, not caring one way or the other if Aya showed up because it meant he got more time with Macaria. "Well, at least you're doing your job and that's all you should be worried about. So, let's get some food and then I'm going to the gym for another workout. You can get more eye candy photos, if you want." He wiggled his brows at her, remembering the last time they were in a gym together.
"Let me grab my camera and then we can get going."
A few minutes later, they walked out of the hotel and started the day off, with Macaria once again finding enjoyment spending time with Dean.
"DEAN AMBROSE JUST STOLE THE MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE!"
Seth was absolutely livid and going out of his mind in the ring, ripping at his hair and everything. The entire Authority was shocked by these turn of events and Dean was in the crowd, holding the briefcase up with his tongue sticking out. Seth thought he would interfere in his match and beat him down, with his goons J&J Security, but Dean was ready for him. He was prepared for this to happen and now he had Seth's property.
"THAT WASN'T SCRIPTED! THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" Stephanie shrieked at the top of her lungs, ripping Seth's script from him to read it.
Nyla was all smiles while typing away on her laptop in her office, hearing Stephanie shrieking down the hallway like a banshee. She was tired of being pushed around so, secretively, she redid Dean's script, left it at the hotel for him to pick up by the staff and made sure to give an anonymous name. The Authority wouldn't know what she did; she knew how to cover her tracks and it stated, in Dean's script, he was to steal the Money in the Bank briefcase.
When her door was thrown open, Nyla's head snapped up and the smile was already off her face, her eyes wide. "W-What's going on?" She stammered out, playing the part perfectly and saw how enraged Stephanie was.
"Copies. I want copies of ALL the scripts tonight, Nyla. Somebody fucked with them and I wanna know who it was!" Stephanie snapped, not appreciating the clueless look on the woman's face.
Didn't Nyla watch the show? Didn't she just see what transpired?! Glancing at the monitor, her teeth gnashed at the sight of it turned off and Stephanie was on the verge of blowing her stack at their personal writer.
Shuffling through the scripts, Nyla handed over Seth and Dean's scripts, which were the ones she'd sent Stephanie earlier that morning – the revised ones. The ONLY one she had changed was Dean's and he had the solitary copy. Stephanie flipped through both of them, her face growing redder by the second while Seth looked ready to erupt himself. That would teach billionaire this bitch to have a man screw her and then cheat on her OPENLY, humiliating her and soiling her reputation!
"Ambrose jumped script! Look, right there it says you were supposed to gain the upper hand on him and beat him down in the ring tonight! HE STOLE FROM US!" Stephanie screamed, slapping the scripts on the table and knew she couldn't be angry at Nyla since the woman had simply done her job. "Nyla, thank you for keeping copies of these. I suggest you keep doing that from here on out. I'm going to talk to the other writers and see if any of them had anything to do with tonight's treachery."
Nyla nodded stiffly, watching Stephanie stalk out, with J&J Security, Kane and Hunter hot on her trail. That left her and Seth alone, which made her somewhat nervous. She had nothing to say to him, planning on making up some kind of excuse if he decided to try to bend her over the desk again. There was no way she'd allow this man to force her into sex again, not after finding out about the journalist. If he wanted her, he'd have to wait at least a week and, since she was on the verge of taking 5 days off, Seth would have to get his dick wet some other way.
"Can you believe this shit?!" Seth seethed, feeling like bashing Ambrose's head into the wall repeatedly and eyeballed Nyla, not entirely convinced she hadn't done something. "Look, about last night…"
"No need to explain anything to me, Seth." Nyla stood up to walk around her desk, picking up the splayed scripts all over the floor. "I already know what happened and who you were with. Stephanie was kind enough to tell me on my way out of the arena last night."
Why would Stephanie do that? "She ordered me to do it, to get information on Ambrose and you know I had to do what she says…" Seth didn't know why he was justifying his actions to a nobody like Nyla and squared his shoulders. "You sound jealous…"
Nyla had to bite back a sneer, rising from the floor with scripts in hand and planted them on her desk, a cool smile on her face. "No, not at all. And if you were planning on fucking me tonight, you can forget it because I'm on my period." Flat lie. She watched him recoil from her instantly, a look of horror on his face. What a tool! "Just thought I'd let you know that…"
"I'm good, thanks." Seth disparaged, shuddering and didn't want to be anywhere near a woman that was bleeding like a stuffed pig. "I'll find companionship with Aya tonight. I know she's more than ready for another round or several with me."
Since when did he last more than a few minutes? Then again, she gave him absolutely NO satisfaction or inspiration to make it last as long as possible. Seth was probably a decent lover, but Nyla had zero interest in him and only bent over for him because of Stephanie, out of fear.
"You have fun with that."
"Oh I will, don't worry. You're welcome to join us, if you want." Seth offered with a smirk, not missing the total disdain on her face at that suggestion. "See you later, baby."
Nyla did not care who he spent his evenings with because she had a flight to catch to see her family and bolted out of the arena, while Stephanie was preoccupied, trying to solve a mystery she wouldn't be able to.
