Chapter 14
Despite Hunter's warning to stay away from Aya, Seth found himself outside of her hotel room, knocking. It was late and she was probably sleeping, but he had to see her. Nyla had taken off and, even though he won tonight, he still felt edgy and needed to soothe it somehow. Sex would do the trick, even though his body was achy and sore from head to toe. Damn that Ambrose! Seth knocked again, frowning when there was no answer. Just as he began walking away, the door opened and his dark eyes snapped back to look at disheveled Aya.
"Seth?" Aya rubbed her tired eyes, having just over an hour of sleep under her belt, her voice thick with sleep. "W-What are you doing here?" A loud yawn followed as she tried stifling it and failed.
"I don't know. I shouldn't be here, but I am." Seth rubbed the back of his sore neck and stepped up to her, closing the distance between them. "Mind if I come in?"
Aya was more awake very quickly and folded her arms in front of her chest, shaking her head. "I don't think that's a good idea. I know why you wanted to fuck me in the first place. And I'm not amused. I don't appreciate being used." She was tempted to tell him about her own photographer blackmailing her, but decided against it.
His eyes narrowed at her defiance as Seth's upper lip curled into a snarl. "Oh really? Would it matter if I was using you or not? Let's be honest for a minute, Aya, you would've dropped your panties and let me fuck you with or without motive anyway. You wanted me."
His accusation made her own dark eyes blacken with anger and Aya gritted her teeth, keeping her lips pursed tightly together. "Be that as it may," She paused, talking through her teeth and did not move an inch from the doorway. "You still used me and deceived me. And just so you know, I don't give out information on my clients. It's strictly confidential between us, so whatever information you thought I'd have on Dean Ambrose was a waste of your time."
Who told her that? Had Hunter gotten to her and talked in her ear? Seth wouldn't put it past the dick to do something like that. "Look, if I was here for information, I'd simply ask you for it. No need to use sex to coerce it out of you." Anymore, at least since Seth had tried during their rolls under the sheets. "I saw you in the club that night and figured you'd want to have some fun with the Architect, baby. I still wanna have some fun with you."
"Even though you're dating a writer within the company?" Now her hands were planted on her hips, keeping her resolve as strong as possible. "I'm a lot of things, and I've done a lot of despicable things in life to get to where I am today," Aya was far from a saint and didn't regret a single thing she did in her life. "But one thing I've NEVER done, at least to my knowledge, is cheating with a taken or married man. I'm not a homewrecker. There are some lines I won't cross, so if you want your dick sucked, go find your girlfriend to do it for you."
Seth chuckled, suddenly shoving her back into her room to where she stumbled and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "She's not my girlfriend…and we shouldn't have this conversation out in the hallway with prying eyes and ears." Quick as a cat, Seth had his hand planted over her mouth before she could start screaming for help and slammed her against the door, his body pressed to hers. "We've only made people THINK that way. I've been ordered to 'date' her, as in showing the public and our coworkers we're together. And yes, I've fucked her under the orders of my bosses. The sex isn't good with her." The limousine sex had been all right, but it wasn't mind-blowing the way it was with Aya. "I was told by my bosses to stay away from you, and I'm not doing it because I don't WANT to. Now I'm going to pull my hand away, please don't scream." He really didn't want to hurt her.
Knowing better than to try getting away, since his knee was planted between her legs, preventing her from moving, Aya felt his hand leave her mouth. She would admit, she was a little scared at the intensity in his dark chocolate eyes. Aya had never been manhandled before, not against her will, so this was a new experience she wasn't sure if she liked or not. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest and, for some strange reason, her panties were damp. Was she turned on by this?
"Why are you being forced to date this writer then?" Aya demanded in a much softer voice and felt his hands slid down her sides to caress her hips. "What's the purpose?" She was a journalist for a reason and her curiosity burned at the moment.
"Because they wanna keep her underfoot, under their thumb. She's their personal writer and only does certain wrestlers' scripts." Seth had no reason to lie to her, feeling her resolve weakening and moved his hands back up to massage her breasts. No bra, he could feel her skin through the thin material of the negligee she had on.
"Like Dean Ambrose?"
If Seth wasn't thinking with his dick, he would've known what Aya was doing and choked her out. She was fishing for information. "Yeah, he's one of them. Roman Reigns too. Dolph Ziggler…a few others…" He grunted the names, tweaking her nipples between his forefinger and thumbs, his mouth sealing to the side of her neck. "Whatever the Authority wants, the Authority gets, Aya. And what I want right now is to be balls deep inside that sweet pussy of yours."
The Authority…was that Stephanie McMahon and Triple H's group she'd seen on television? Did that mean whatever happened on television was also reality behind the curtain? If that was the case, it was scandalous and newsworthy. Aya swallowed hard, knowing it wasn't a good idea to go to bed with this man again. He was taken, even if it was by force. Seth was too good at what he did though, too persuasive and Aya couldn't resist him. She wanted him and had a feeling Macaria fought the same battle with her feelings for Dean. However, she wasn't acting on them because of Aya's rules and, honestly, Aya didn't want her getting hurt by a wrestler. This would not end well with Seth.
"You gonna make it good for me, Seth?" Aya's voice had dropped to a seductive pitch, deciding to give into him for the time being. "Are you sure you're up to the task after what you went through tonight?"
He pressed his hard cock against her, rubbing against her panty covered sex and smirked at the moans flying out of her mouth. "What do you think, baby?"
"They told you to stay away from me…" Aya reminded him, making one last-ditch effort to dissuade him from having sex with her. "You sure this is worth the risk?"
Seth slammed his mouth on hers, lifting her to where her legs encircled his waist and carted her to the bed, dropping her down on it precariously. "Yeah…spread those thighs for me and let me show you how much I want you." As long as they were careful, Hunter wouldn't find out about his defiance against the Authority.
"Oh, Seth…"
Dean was livid.
Dean was on his way to Nyla Miller's room to have a chat with her about this ridiculous script! Since when did he have to feud against Bray Wyatt? His feud with Seth was FAR from over! He wasn't even close to getting a fraction of revenge on this little golden boy scumbag and now he was being put in a completely different feud?! No, this would not fly with him. Now he understood why Roman had yelled at her a time or two, deep down knowing it wouldn't make a damn difference. Nyla was in the Authority's pocket and, whatever Stephanie and Hunter wanted written, she did it, no questions asked.
Banging on her door, Dean didn't bother waiting for a response and pushed open the door, seeing her in front of her laptop typing away. "Hey, bitch!" He slapped the script down on the table in front of her and slammed the door shut, breathing somewhat raggedly. "We need to have a little talk about this bullshit you call a script."
Nyla jumped when the slamming of the door echoed around her small office, swallowing hard. She knew Dean wouldn't be happy with the revised script and there was nothing she could do to change it. Her hands were literally tied. The fact she had purposely not given him a revised copy of the script from last night's show, thanks to Stephanie's insistence on letting him be surprised, left her feeling hollow inside.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Ambrose?" She asked cordially, shutting her laptop to give him her undivided attention and lifted the script in her hand. "You don't want to feud with someone different? You're not tired of the same bullshit with Rollins?"
"HELL NO! Do you have ANY idea how much bullshit that asshole put me through? Roman is out right now, as you well know, so I have to pick up the slack to give that scumbag beating after beating for betraying us!" Dean growled, not amused with how tranquil and passive her voice was while speaking to him. "You're going to fix this. And you're going to fix this NOW or we're gonna have some issues."
It wasn't the first time Nyla had been threatened and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She pushed the script toward him on the table and shook her head, folding her hands. "I'm sorry, Dean, but there's nothing I can do. This is the direction the company wants to go in. They want something new and different for you, which is why the script was changed at the last minute last night." Boy, that lie tasted bitter coming out of her mouth.
"You mean with Bray Wyatt? They want me to feud with a backwoods, down at the bayou, Deliverance mother fucker?" Dean snarled at her firm nod and felt like tearing his hair out of his skull or blasting her in the face. He wasn't sure which would make him feel better, even though he didn't hit women anymore, not since leaving the Indy's.
"Yes. They think it will be a good feud for you to move away from Seth Rollins and onto other things…" Nyla felt her heart nearly leap in her throat when Dean planted his hands on her desk, nose to nose with her now. She could FEEL the anger radiating from his body and tried her best to keep herself composed. "This is what the company wants and there's no changing it. Maybe after your feud with Bray, you can go back to getting your revenge on Seth…"
"No wonder Roman thinks you're a cunt." Dean hissed, his eyes nothing more than blue fire and slowly backed up, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. "Fine…fine…I'll deal with Bray Wyatt. I'll send him back to the fucking bayou and hole he crawled out of and then…I AM coming for Seth Rollins, no matter what you write for my character. BELIEVE THAT!"
Nyla cringed when her door was slammed shut again, so hard the hinges nearly broke off and the walls shook, tears welling in her eyes.
She didn't know what hurt more – Dean's anger about his script and feud with Bray Wyatt or what Roman Reigns really thought of her.
Randy Orton had gone off the deep-end and RKO'd Seth Rollins in the center of the ring. His temper erupted after Seth had pointed out his shortcomings at Hell in a Cell against John Cena. THAT was not scripted to happen! Nyla gaped at the monitor and couldn't help laughing at the fed up look on Hunter's face while Stephanie shrieked at Randy. It was hard not to laugh considering Seth deserved to be left laying in the ring.
Even Macaria enjoyed the beginning of the show while Dean paced like a pissed off bull, his entire body tensed. He had a match tonight and didn't care who his opponent was, planning on destroying them to vent his frustrations out. The Authority screwed him and there was nothing he could do about it. He would have to suffer through this feud with Bray Wyatt and wasn't looking forward to it. When it was his time to go out, Dean ordered Macaria to lock the door, not trusting the Authority after what happened. He would not put it past them to hurt anybody associated with him, just to 'teach him a lesson'. Aya had called earlier, claiming she wasn't feeling well and she promised to meet up with them tomorrow for more journalism.
What nobody knew was, at the moment, Aya was slowly uncovering the hidden secrets within WWE.
After going off on a rampage on the microphone about what happened at Hell in a Cell, how he dragged Seth to hell, Dean felt the anger boiling inside of him all over again. "AND YOU DON'T SCREW WITH DEAN AMBROSE!" He screamed, making it clear he would get his revenge against Bray and completely ignored his opponent in the ring, Cesaro. They were friends in the back, but right now, Dean didn't give a flying fig about this match or him, in general, not when his mind couldn't stop replaying what transpired at Hell in a Cell.
Macaria hadn't known Dean very long, but in the short amount of time she had, she'd NEVER seen him this pissed off. The veins in his neck were bulging out and her eyes widened when he began beating the hell out of Cesaro with the microphone. Cesaro tried to escape, but Dean was on him like white on rice, beating the living hell out of him with an interesting weapon of choice.
After Dean was finished, he went back to the ring, screaming for Bray Wyatt and cut another short promo. "I don't do magic tricks. I'm not much for smoke and mirrors; I'm standing RIGHT HERE! So Bray Wyatt, why don't you come out here, SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!" Dean shouted, slamming the microphone down in the ring and kept pacing, dying to get his hands on the man who screwed him last night.
Bray suddenly came on the Titan tron, the arena dark except for the thousands of cell phones lit up. Bray called them his 'Fireflies'. "I know you because…I am you. I'm going to dismantle your mind and feast on the spoils. Run, Dean, run." He warned before the segment ended with Dean standing in the ring, looking enraged.
