Chapter 17

Another week passed by and Seth had only bothered Nyla once, asking a question about his script. The Authority had him feuding, temporarily, with Randy Orton since Randy was adamant about destroying him. They were on the verge of taking Randy out, but had to set up the perfect scenario. Nyla didn't mind writing Seth getting his backside handed to him…until Stephanie came to her with changes. Nyla felt sick reading the changes and wasn't surprised when Stephanie ordered her to keep this quiet from Randy. The Authority would take Randy out tonight, after he had a match with Seth, if he couldn't toe the line and do what was best for business.

Nyla really wanted to warn Randy, even though she wasn't fond of him. Again, she was stuck and had no choice except to do what Stephanie ordered. There had to be some way to warn Randy of what would happen. Reluctantly, she had to type each letter one right after the other. Just as she was about to stop and toss the changes away, her phone buzzed. It was Neela, saying she loved her Mom and couldn't wait to see her again. She'd gone home to see her daughter and family for only 2 days, due to house shows, but at least she'd seen Neela at least twice a week. Hunter made sure of it; Stephanie honestly didn't care either way.

However, nobody expected the Chairman of WWE, the owner, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, came out to the ring to kick of Raw, with Stephanie and Triple H in tow. This was interesting…and NOT scripted. What was going on? Nyla couldn't pull her gaze away from the monitor and could feel her palms sweating with anticipation.

"Let's raise the stakes, so what if we had something like this," Vince paused, staring out at the crowd while Stephanie and Triple H stood together, remaining calm. "Team Cena versus Team Authority, but if Team Authority loses, then they will no longer be the Authority? Which means the Authority will no longer be in power. What'd you say let's take a walk?" He directed that at his daughter and son-in-law. "I KNOW THEY CAN DO IT!" After Stephanie and Paul walked past him, he added a parting shot. "I hope, maybe not."

Nyla dropped the bottled water she had in her hand, her eyes wide and could only stare at the monitor in shock. If Team Authority lost at Survivor Series, they would be out of power? Did she hear Vince correctly? What would that mean for the company? What would that mean for HER? Did this mean she would finally gain her freedom and no longer threatened by Stephanie and Hunter?


WHAT THE HELL WAS VINCE THINKING?! Seth was on the verge of exploding, clutching his Money in the Bank briefcase tightly against his chest and tore a hand through his hair. It was bad enough he had a match against Randy Orton later that night. If the man didn't do what was best for business, he would be taken out by Seth. Hunter had a soft spot for Randy, but Seth wanted him gone, personally. He was over the hill and needed to step aside to let the new blood reign supreme in the company. Seth was the future of the WWE and proven it when he'd won the Money in the Bank briefcase with the contract for a title shot anytime he wished. Needing some air, Seth headed out of his dressing room and headed for the back exit, when he spotted Dean coming his way. In tow was the delectable journalist he'd had the pleasure of being with several times since her arrival and the photographer. She was plain compared to Aya and Seth wasn't interested in her as much as the journalist, who would write the article about Dean.

Aya met his dark chocolate eyes, reading the intentions in them and flashed a secret smile before going back to talking to Dean.

Dean and Macaria didn't catch the exchange between the two and had no idea they'd been sleeping together again. However, they'd been a little busy and preoccupied with each other for the past week. Dean couldn't get enough of Macaria and, every time they had a moment alone, he took full advantage of it. Mostly, since they were still sharing a hotel room together, that was where they completely let loose on each other. They still had their conversations together, ate food and drank booze together, like normal, but the only difference was they were naked. Macaria had quite a few marks on her body, all of them able to be covered up with clothing or makeup.

Aya was either naïve, stupid or way too trusting of her employee not to defy her wishes. They were sharing a hotel room together for fuck's sake! The woman actually believed Macaria would keep a purely professional relationship with Dean. It was laughable, really. Dean had blown those rules out of the water and didn't regret it for a second, thoroughly enjoying his time with Macaria. The marks he'd left all over her body was proof of that. He wasn't even close to being done with her, possibly not ever, if he had his way. Dean was already planning on trying to get her into the WWE permanently, after WrestleMania or before. Macaria was too skilled at what she did to simply go back to working for viragos like Aya.

He still had no idea what Bray Wyatt wanted with him since the man spoke in riddles. Dean didn't have a title, he didn't have any ties to Bray at all, so why was this man bugging him? It was grating on his nerves as he stopped to grab his script for the night, seeing he was in a match against Cesaro. Again. Apparently, the Trick or Street Fight, or being blasted repeatedly with a microphone, wasn't enough for the Swiss. That was fine, Dean would pound him into Swiss cheese and leave him laying, like the last two times they encountered. However, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and felt his eyes ice over, gritting his teeth. Bray Wyatt would come out in the middle of his match to watch him…that wasn't creepy at all. Rolling his eyes, Dean tossed the script in the nearby trashcan and kept going, with both Aya and Macaria sharing questioning looks.

Standing backstage with the two women, Dean continued pumping up for his match since it was directly after Vince's, listening intently to the old man. How cool would it be to never have to deal with the Authority again? If Dean wasn't too busy pounding Bray Wyatt's skull in, he would've joined Team Cena in a heartbeat, just to ensure the Authority's downfall. When his music hit, he raised a brow since Vince hadn't made it backstage yet and winked at Macaria before heading through the curtain. Dean smiled at the Chairman, taking his hand to shake it respectfully and smirked at Stephanie and Hunter, who didn't look pleased with that exchange. Dean and Vince were on great terms; the Chairman was really into some of the things he did in the ring and supported him with the Lunatic Fringe character. It was Stephanie and Hunter he had a major problem with, simply because they were protecting their golden boy, Seth Rollins, from getting the beating he deserved.

The footage cut to backstage where Stephanie and Hunter stood with Vince in front of a limousine, trying to urge him to leave politely. Vince made it clear he was counting on them to succeed and win at Survivor Series. When the limousine drove off, Hunter finally turned to his wife, demanding to know what that was about. Stephanie was clueless, shrugging her shoulders and told him they had to figure it out.

After delivering a Dirty Deeds to Cesaro to win the match, his eyes locked on Bray and he went to get out of the ring, when the arena darkened. The lights came back on a few seconds later with Bray Wyatt's sacred rocking chair moving of its own accord on top of the stage. Bray was nowhere to be found. Dean hated being played with, he hated mind games and didn't look happy, though he understood somewhat the man he was dealing with. Bray claimed to know things about him, secrets, and Dean wondered what the Deliverance wanna-be had over his head, if anything.

Macaria was wondering the same thing, hoping whatever it was, Dean could handle it.

"Where's Aya?"

Macaria turned, frowning and didn't see her anywhere, shrugging. "Beats me. She was just here a minute ago…" She'd been too engrossed in watching Dean's match to notice her boss had slinked off somewhere. "Come on, let's get you showered and then get something to eat."

Dean followed her down the hallway, tempted to grab her hand and thought better of it since they were sleeping together secretly.


Making sure nobody saw her enter his locker room, Aya was instantly grabbed from behind and pressed against the door. Seth's lips were on her neck instantly and she melted, feeling his hard cock pressing against her backside. They couldn't have sex, not until after the show since he was in the main event, but that wasn't for 2 hours. Aya didn't know what drew her to Seth, but just a simple look shared between them in the hallway was enough to tell her he wanted her.

"Mmm got my message, eh baby?" Seth murmured in her ear, his hands sliding down her sides to massage her backside through the thin blue skirt she had on.

"Loud and clear," Aya remarked, feeling him whip her around to face him and his mouth devoured hers, his hand reaching down beneath her skirt. "Seth…"

"These need to come off. I need to taste you." Seth growled, feeling her shudder against him and bunched the material in his hand before giving a quick yank. Once again, another pair of panties were shredded by his hand and Aya didn't seem to mind or care.

"You sure this is wise before your match?" Aya mumbled against his mouth and unfastened the buttons of her blouse as Seth lifted her to move to the sink, planting her on the counter.

His lips moved down her jaw to her neck while unfastening her bra, wanting to feel her full breasts in his hands and groaned. "You let me worry about my match and just enjoy what I'm about to do to you, baby."

Aya cried out when Seth buried his bearded face between her thighs and clutched his hair between her fingers, her head lulling back. This man knew what to do with his lips, teeth and tongue. Just as Seth began thrusting his tongue in and out of her as hard, fast and deep as he could, devouring her pussy, the door to his dressing room opened. Through a thick passion haze, Aya noticed it was another woman standing in the doorway and Seth was completely oblivious, continuing to pleasure her.

"S-Seth…Seth…s-someone's here…" Aya panted out, squeezing his hair to try to get him to pull away from her pussy and heard him mumble something. "SOMEONE. IS. HERE." She spoke a little louder and slower, his blackened eyes looking up at her bewildered, following her finger pointing over his shoulder.

Seth slowly turned around, his beard covered in Aya's essence and slid his tongue out to wet his lips and felt his eyes widen at the sight of Nyla. "Shit." He was busted, knowing there was no way to talk himself out of this.

Even though she didn't have any feelings for Seth, the fact he was STILL screwing the journalist, after being ordered not to by Hunter, angered her. Didn't this dick realize it wasn't just his reputation on the line?! Seth didn't care and only wanted to get his dick wet as much as possible. Nyla couldn't stand there looking at him a second longer and took off out the door, dropping his script in the process. Seth cursed, thankful for his wrestling attire because the pants were tight, cutting off circulation to his dick. He took off after Nyla and managed to catch up with her just outside of his dressing room, not bothering to stop to pick his script up.

"What the FUCK are you doing coming to my dressing room, Nyla?" He demanded, irritated he'd been caught with Aya and slammed her against the wall none too gently. "Don't fucking walk away when I'm talking to you! Now answer my question, bitch!"

Nyla trembled from both fear and anger, trying to push him away, but Seth refused to let her budge. He wrapped his hand around her throat, keeping her pinned against the wall. "Let go of me!" She cried out, pressing her hands against the wall because he hadn't started squeezing yet.

"Why, so you can go to the Authority and rat me out?" Seth demanded, pressing his body to hers and slid his nose against her cheek, feeling hot tears. "You're not gonna say a WORD to them, understand me? I will fuck WHO I want, when I want, where I want and HOW I want and you're gonna deal with it. And at the end of the day, I'll fuck you too because you'll let it happen. Now, why don't you be a good little whore, go back to your office and keep that pretty mouth shut?"

"Keep her pretty mouth shut about what, Rollins?"

Seth tensed at the sound of Randy Orton's voice behind him, his hand still on her throat and turned his head to glare at him. "Mind your own fucking business, Orton." He snarled, not appreciating being interrupted by the jealous veteran that couldn't hold a candle to him in the ring.

Cracking his neck and hands, Randy heaved a sigh and planted a hand on Seth's shoulder, flinging him away from a scared to death Nyla. Seth hit the cinderblock wall with a loud thud, back first, and turned mystic blues onto the writer. Randy folded his tattoo sleeved arms in front of his chest, arching a brow and tilted her chin up to check the status of her throat. Rollins hadn't left a mark on her, thankfully, but that didn't excuse the asshole for putting his hands on a woman. Especially a woman he had a personal history with.

"Are you all right, Nyla?" He asked quietly, releasing her chin and saw her nod, his eyes turning back to stare at a seething Seth. "If I were you, boy, I would go back in my dressing room until it's time to get your ass kicked by the Legend Killer." Randy hadn't missed a woman scurrying out of Seth's locker room, trying to fix her skirt to the best of her ability and recognized her as Dean Ambrose's journalist.

"And if I were you, I'd mind my own fucking business and go fuck yourself!" Seth snapped, holding his lower back and groaned out when Randy shoved him none too gently back against the wall. "What the fuck, man?!"

Randy was trying, really trying, to be nice to Seth – for Hunter's sake. They needed to be a team, after getting their aggression out of their system tonight, for Survivor Series. Randy was going to win and beat the living hell out of this rookie for THINKING he was better in the ring than him. Seth had spewed a lot of crap about him the past few weeks and mentioning his loss to John Cena in Hell in A Cell had been the last straw. Grabbing Seth by the back of his neck, Randy launched him into his dressing room and slammed the door shut, sending a cold smile back at Nyla.

"I'll handle this. Go back to your office and put some salve on your throat." Randy ordered in a softer tone, though his eyes were nothing more than icicles.

Nyla had no idea what made her do it, but she suddenly hugged Randy around the waist, feeling his arm wrap around her and sniffled. "Thank you, Randy." It was brief, her voice nothing more than a whisper before she rushed back to her office, the tears not stopping.

Seth had just scared the hell out of her.