Chapter 23

Macaria was officially on Seth Rollins' hit list.

Aya had screamed at him at the top of her lungs about putting the moves on her photographer, which he HADN'T done. All he suggested was hanging out together and Macaria had lied through her teeth to upset her own boss! Seth was livid, stalking back to his locker room, after Aya had stormed off and demanded him to use his hand tonight if he wanted to get off. She wouldn't be doing it for him. Sex with Aya had been a distraction from Nyla, not to mention much better, but now that she was cutting him off, Seth groaned at the thought of having to resort to screwing Nyla again.

Hunter had already warned him to stay away from Aya and he hadn't listened. No doubt the incident in catering had gotten back to Hunter and Stephanie by now. He pushed open the door to his locker room and stopped at the sight of a trembling Nyla in the hands of Hunter. The COO of WWE did NOT look happy at all. Seth took his jacket off and tossed it to the side, loosening his tie slightly. Nyla had her head down, not able to look up at anyone in the room and clasped her hands tightly in front of her. Hunter had come to her office, dragged her by the upper arm to Seth's locker room and they had waited together until the man decided to come back.

"I don't know if you're hard of hearing or you simply don't care or respect authority, Seth," Hunter began, his voice chillingly low and calm, never a good sign. His hand clamped down on Nyla's shoulder, squeezing tightly until he heard a soft whimper escape her before releasing it. "But I don't need to tell you how horrible it looks to have a member of the Authority berated by someone who doesn't even work for this company. She does. Nyla has been with us for over a decade and she's been loyal, done everything asked of her. Why you can't seem to work things out with her is beyond me, but you WILL fix this. You two WILL stay together and make this work, or I will find a replacement for the future of this company."

Seth cringed at the orders thrown at him and swallowed hard, knowing Hunter meant every word that came out of his mouth. "Okay – okay…" He held his hands up, refusing to watch everything he'd worked for crash and burn because of a whore. "Fine, I get it. I'm…sorry…for embarrassing the Authority and myself…"

Hunter smiled, the light back in his eyes and nodded to show his acceptance. "Good, I'm glad because, if you even LOOK at Aya Landsbury again, I will replace you, Rollins. Don't let me down. You are the future of this company, so start acting like it!"

"Yes, sir." Seth mumbled, hating how he was being scolded like a 5-year-old and caught Nyla when she was shoved at him.

"Good…" Hunter's eyes turned to Nyla, a predatory gleam in them. "Now fuck her."

"W-What?!" They both exclaimed simultaneously with wide eyes, the same expression on their faces.

"You heard me, Seth. I didn't stutter. I'm going to stand here and watch you fuck her and reclaim her as your own." Hunter had told Stephanie he'd handle this, he just didn't say how and could see the fear boiling in Nyla's eyes. "Now Nyla, you just have to be a good girl and do what you're told."

How could they get away with doing this to her?! Nyla shook her head, tears already falling down her cheeks and backed up from Seth and Hunter with her hands up. "P-Please…please don't…"

"Come on baby, it's nothing we haven't done before. We just have an audience this time…" Seth coaxed, knowing he had no other choice and grabbed both her wrists in his hands, pulling her against him. "We have to do this. You know it and I know it. Don't fight, just let it happen…"

Nyla looked at Hunter, who nodded his head emphatically and twirled his finger for her to turn around to bend over for Seth. What choice did she have? Seth had embarrassed himself by pushing the journalist too far and she was paying the price for his insolence! Slowly, through tears, Nyla turned and felt Seth guide her down on the desk, gripping the edge of it. The fact Hunter was watching this happen sickened her, made her stomach turn and Nyla was shocked she hadn't blown chunks all over the place yet. Seth unzipped his pants and freed his already hardened shaft, reaching around to unsnap the button of Nyla's gray pants before pushing them down her legs, along with her panties. Not even bothering with foreplay or checking to see if she was ready, Seth pushed his cock inside of her dry folds and grunted, gripping her hips.

"That's it, fuck the shit out of her, Rollins. Make her yours, make her RESPECT the Authority." Hunter growled, making sure the door was locked so nobody else could enter and folded his arms in front of his chest, watching Seth power in and out of Nyla's rigid body.

All Nyla could do was stay perfectly still, silent tears falling with her cheek pressed against the desk, wondering when this humiliation would end.


Being buried under chairs, and other weapons wasn't as fun as Dean thought it would be. Well, it was fun when it wasn't happening to him. Bray did NOT take kindly to what happened to him at Survivor Series. Dean would've laughed if it didn't hurt so much, his ribs killing him. Nothing a little R&R couldn't take care of. Maybe Macaria could be his special nurse for the night and the thought made his eyes twinkle while the trainer looked him over.

"So, are you gonna live?" Macaria asked once Dean walked out of the trainer's room, leaning against the cinderblock wall.

"Yeah, live to fight another day. No flowers yet." Dean winked at her, rolling his shoulder and stretched his sore side out. "Damn that Wyatt…" He chuckled ruefully, expecting the payback. They really were a lot alike – Bray hadn't been lying about that in his riddle-some promos.

Macaria hated it when he was beaten down on television, but there wasn't anything she could do. "Come on, Deano, I'll get you back to the hotel and give you a nice full body massage. And maybe we can have a little fun if you're feeling up to it."

"Mmm, I do love your bedside manner, babe." Dean rumbled, draping an arm around her shoulders and pressed her against him. "You'll have to do all the work if we're fuckin' tonight."

Macaria did not mind that, walking down the hallway gingerly with Dean back to his locker room. "First things first, you need to relax, so I called the hotel and asked if they had a room with a jacuzzi. Surprisingly, they did and switched the rooms for us. It costs a little more, but I figured after last night and tonight, you need a nice hot dip."

"You know me too well, Maca." Dean entered his locker room, surprised to find Aya waiting on them and rolled his eyes. "Overheard you had an incident with Seth tonight, Miss Landsbury."

Great, did everybody know about that? Aya felt the flush rise in her cheeks and couldn't look Dean in the eye, or her smug-looking photographer, mortified by her actions. "Yes, he was coming onto Macaria and I stopped it from happening."

That was only partially the truth. "He already knows what really happened, Aya. I wouldn't lie to Mr. Ambrose, if I were you."

Aya really hated this bitch she hired and couldn't wait for the day to come where she fired her. That would be a glorious day. "Fine, I screamed and yelled at him for coming onto you because I'm still fucking him." There, she'd admitted the whole truth and stood up from the bench with notebook in hand. "I'm heading back to the hotel before I'm embarrassed even more. I will see you tomorrow, Dean." She didn't acknowledge her employee and swept out of the room.

"Truly a Virago, that one," Dean grunted, shaking his head and shed his tank top carefully, unsnapping his pants to peel them off. "I'm taking a shower and then we'll head back. I don't need you gagging from my body odor and passing out."

Macaria laughed softly, waving him off and sat down on the bench to start sifting through her photos. "Take your time."

"You know, you could join me…" Dean offered, a smirk curving his lips at her head snapping up to meet his eyes. "The Virago left…"

"Hmm true, she did, but I also recall telling you I wasn't fucking you until I said so. I don't feel like fucking you right now, so go clean up." Macaria ordered, a smirk of her own forming and heard Dean mutter something incoherent under his breath, ignoring it.


"Oh, Dean…" Macaria moaned out, bouncing on and off his cock while his hands molded her breasts, pinching her nipples for added stimulation. "Mmm yeah…"

Holding sex back from this delectable man was a moot point. Macaria wanted him, especially after that encounter with Seth Rollins earlier in catering. It made her realize just how stupid their fight was and one of them had to swallow their pride. Besides, Dean had apologized and, as long as he never accused her of screwing him for his job again, they would be fine. The hot water surrounding them felt incredible, the liquid swishing all around the sides the harder and faster their bout became. Neither cared about water splashing on the floor, both too engrossed in each other and the moment. Macaria gripped his broad shoulders, her mouth meeting his and their tongues danced together seductively. Sex in a jacuzzi with this woman was pure heaven to Dean. They had come back to the hotel and Macaria directed him to the jacuzzi tub, telling him to get it going. While he did, she undressed and then proceeded to help him out of his own clothes. Once they were in the hot water and he was relaxed, Macaria straddled him to start massaging his shoulders and muscular arms, which didn't last long. Dean had kissed her heatedly and Macaria had reached down to massage his cock with her hand before slipping it inside of her.

"Fuck, Maca, make me cum…" Dean hissed out, caressing every inch of flesh he could get his hands on and leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Macaria's head lulled back, soaking her hair completely and felt him power in and out of her, holding onto his arms for dear life. She was supposed to do all the work, but sometimes, instincts kicked in and took over all other rational thought. If Dean felt good enough to thrust in and out of her, meeting her own, who was Macaria to stop him?

"Mmm so much for holding out on me, eh?" Dean remarked in a guttural, low voice against her soft wet skin, moving over to the other breast. "Couldn't resist my cock fucking your pussy, Maca?"

"God no…oh fuck, Dean…" Macaria moaned out uncontrollably, feeling him whip her back up to where their chests pressed together and once again, the bouncing commenced. "I love your cock fucking my pussy, only your cock…" She panted, enjoying the dirty talk they created together and hooked one arm around his neck while using his shoulder with her free one for leverage. "I'm so close, baby, so close…"

"Only my cock, I like the sound of that. Damn right only my cock. No other cock will ever fuck you this good and hard, and hit that sweet spot, darlin'…" Dean assured her, his voice grittier and raspy, the rumbling coming deep in his chest. "Now cum for me, all over my cock…drown me in it…"

It did not take long for Macaria to reach her end, climaxing almost violently against him as her body shuddered, crying out his name. Dean didn't stop thrusting, increasing the pace and the combination of her warm juices with the jacuzzi water took his breath away. That was quite the rush and Dean felt himself give in, reaching his own climax, burying his cock inside of her to explode. He roared out her name, his body tense and then shook, both trembling from the aftershocks of their releases.

"Come on, time to get you in bed." Macaria murmured after a little while, once her breathing returned to normal and nuzzled his neck, just wanting to be close to him.

Dean chuckled softly, rubbing her back and kissed the top of her head. "You mean it's time to get YOU in bed." She was on the verge of passing out against him and Dean would rather sleep with her in his arms in a bed than a jacuzzi. "Come on babe, time for sleep."

"Mmmhmm…"

Macaria was out before her head hit the pillow and Dean smiled down at her, brushing a strand of wet honey blonde away from her face. She was so beautiful and fiery; Dean had heard all about her verbal castration of Seth and wished he'd been there to record it. Someone had, one of the USO's and they showed Dean, making him laugh his backside off. This woman was the one for him, the one he'd been waiting for. He couldn't lose her; Dean had to find a way to keep her in the company even after the article ended. He would deal with that when the time came, but right now, he had a very important phone call to make. While Macaria was dead to the world, Dean slipped out on the balcony, after pulling on a cotton robe and had a back of crumpled smokes in hand. An after sex smoke was always the best to have, eventually, he would quit altogether, but not tonight.

"Hello?" A low, gruff voice resonated in Dean's ear.

"Oh shit, man, did I wake you?"

Roman turned his head, blinking blurrily at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was just after 1 AM. Dean was in the same time zone as him, currently. "Somewhat, yeah. What's up? Everything all right?"

"No man, everything is so fucked up in this place and I had to tell you about it before you make your comeback. You gotta be prepared for the miles of bullshit you're gonna have to sludge through like I have." Dean took a long pull from his cigarette and closed his eyes, letting the nicotine work its way through his system.

Now Roman was wide awake, sitting upright in bed and slid fingers through his thick black hair. "What happened?"

"You're never gonna believe what I'm about to tell you, big dog. And it all revolves around Nyla Miller."

Roman stayed silent and listened to everything Dean told him, his blood slowly beginning to boil, along with his Samoan temper.