Chapter 37

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S NOT HERE?!"

Hunter winced at his wife's shrieking, wishing he'd brought earplugs before relaying the message from headquarters.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT! SHE CAN'T TAKE TIME OFF NOW! THIS IS A VERY CRUCIAL TIME FOR US!"

The reason behind Stephanie's rant was due to the fact they didn't have another writer in their pocket. They didn't have blackmail on the others and Nyla was the lead scriptwriter of the team. Without her keeping everything together, the show would no doubt wind up in shambles.

"How long is her vacation?"

"Two weeks," Hunter answered, covering his ears as Stephanie began shrieking all over again. "Steph…you gotta calm down. We'll simply bribe the other writers to go on our side and our way of thinking. It's no big deal…"

No, it was a HUGE deal because Stephanie didn't feel the need to pay off people to do what they were told! "If they don't comply, they'll all be fired and I'll hire a whole new writing team loyal to ONLY the Authority!" Tossing the paper aside they'd received from headquarters via fax, Stephanie swept out of the room to go have a meeting with the writers.

Roman's locker room was quite a ways from the Authority's, but he could STILL hear Stephanie's voice piercing the hallways and laughed, wrapping his hand up with tape. Good. Served the banshee right! It was hard leaving Nyla in Pensacola, but Roman had to keep up appearances, not wanting the Authority to know where she was located. Granted, she had left with him, but that didn't mean she'd automatically go home with him. The Authority wasn't smart enough to put the pieces together right away, which boded in his favor.

"Where is she?"

He looked up, raising a brow at a seething Seth Rollins and remained seated on the bench. "Who?"

"Don't play fucking dumb with me, big dog! WHERE. IS. NYLA?" Stephanie had made it abundantly clear he had to make things right with her or his push in the company would be forfeit. "I need to talk to her."

"How the fuck should I know where your woman is at?" That left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Look, man, I'm trying to get ready for my match here…"

"She left with you the last time I saw her! And now she's on an extended vacation! She won't answer my phone calls and text messages either!" Desperation laced Seth's voice as Roman continued wrapping the tape slowly around his fingers.

"Yeah, I took her back to the hotel, dropped her off and went to my room. Haven't seen her since, so I don't know." It was easy lying to a scumbag and Roman took great pleasure in watching the boy squirm.

Seth's dark eyes narrowed at his former business partner, gritting his teeth and glanced at the clock. He had to go meet up with Macaria for a photoshoot. Smirking at the thought, he backed out of Roman's dressing room and took off down the hallway, knowing exactly where her setup was located. Why wasn't he surprised to find Dean Ambrose with her upon arrival?

"Closed set, get out." Seth ordered, setting his Money in the Bank briefcase down and didn't bother with pleasantries.

"Um no it's not and this is MY set, so I will decide if it's closed or not, Rollins. Just stand there for a minute and wait." Macaria ordered, laughing at the next video Dean showed her and shook her head.

Waking up in Dean's arms did wonders for her. The moment her eyes opened and looked down at the arms around her, Macaria immediately knew who she was with. She didn't want to move and instead turned in his arms to face him, relishing the moment. Dean had slept deeply and she had snuck a kiss in, just a brush of his lips, not realizing he'd done the same thing to her. Instead of getting up, Macaria snuggled against his chest and felt his arms tighten around her, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat against her ear.

The next time she woke up, it was Dean moving and she looked up the same time he lowered his eyes to her, the magnetic attraction between them irresistible. Before they could protest each other or overthink it, Dean's mouth captured hers and Macaria's fingers buried in his auburn blonde curls, their tongues entwining together. They didn't have sex, but…Dean had made sure to satisfy her with his fingers, making her cum for him, crying out his name repeatedly. She had reciprocated by jacking him off and after they both got their climax, it was time for her to leave before they really did go too far.

Hell, they already had from kissing.

"Do you know how unprofessional this is?" Seth demanded, tapping his foot impatiently with his arms folded tightly in front of him.

"No more unprofessional than you almost hitting me in the parking lot." Macaria retorted, eyeballing Seth with an arched brow and could see the steam figuratively rolling out of his ears.

"Relax man, just showing my friend some shit. No need to get your panties in a twist." Dean shot back, winking down at Macaria and slipped his phone back in his pocket. He didn't use it often, only for certain things and he'd found an app with the funniest videos. "All right, I'll get out of your hair." His voice dropped to a serious tone. "You good here with him? Want me to stick around?"

Macaria squeezed his bicep gently and shook her head. "I'll be fine. Go get ready for your match tonight." It was A Miracle on 34th Street Fight against Bray Wyatt and she was looking forward to watching, providing she finished her work on time.

"If you need me…"

"I know you're only a text or phone call away." Her setup was actually a few doors down from his dressing room too, so if she screamed, Dean or Roman would hear her. "Go on."

Reluctantly, Dean pulled away from her and turned to face a seething Seth, cracking his knuckles one by one. "You put your hands on her, or even THINK about hurting her again, and you and I are gonna have problems, asshole. You understand me? HANDS. OFF." He got right in Seth's voice, growling those last two words and was tempted to throttle the man he used to consider a friend.

"Just get the fuck outta here, so I can do my photo shoot." Seth muttered, not in the mood to get into an altercation with Dean. He was already on thin ice with Stephanie and didn't need any added fire melting that ice.

"All right, Seth, I need you to stand in front of the green screen with your briefcase and give me some poses."

Macaria would treat him like any other coworker, keeping a serene smile on her face. For some reason, it came naturally to her whenever she was around this man and she didn't know why. Granted, he had terrified her by almost striking her, but after spending the day and night with Dean, all those fears had drained away.

"So you and Ambrose…"

"We're friends, yes."

Seth didn't believe that for a second. "You do realize if Stephanie finds out you two are still together…"

Macaria lowered her camera from her face. "But we're not. At least not for another 5 ½ months, thanks to you. Now start posing for me. I want to get this done."

"What's the hurry?" Seth wouldn't budge or do what he was told until she answered his questions. "Wanna get away from me as quickly as possible?"

"In a nutshell, yes. I already told you I want nothing to do with you. I would rather light myself on fire than ever go anywhere with you or spend any amount of time with you outside of work." Macaria could see the tick in his jaw tightening and smirked, raising her camera up again to snap a few shots.

"I wasn't ready!"

"I was." Macaria shrugged, knowing what she was doing and the fire in his eyes, along with his tightened jaw, would do wonders for these photos.

"You know, if you got to know me better, you might change your mind about me." Seth decided to humor her for the moment, but also wouldn't stop trying to converse with her. He wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, to see how far he could push her. "I can be A LOT of fun."

Macaria bit back a snort, rolling her eyes behind the camera. "I'm sure you could be. Still not changing my mind." Not after what he almost did to her and everything he'd put Nyla through.

"So what is it about Dean Ambrose that has you hooked? I mean, he's crazy, is that what you go for? You like it rough in bed?" Seth smirked at her own jaw twitching and tightening, figuring it was fair game since she'd been a smartass with him.

"I'm not answering that and you're being extremely unprofessional right now, Seth. I think I'll inform Stephanie and report you since she told me if ANY WWE Superstar harassed, or tried hurting me, I was to report them." Macaria threatened, watching his dark eyes widen a fraction of a second before narrowing. "It's none of your business what I look for in a man. Just know, you have zero qualities and you don't qualify. Hope that helps you sleep better at night."

This woman had a mouth on her and Seth wanted to shove his dick in it just to shut her up. "You don't even know me…"

"And I really don't want to. I don't know how many times I have to say it."

"But I'm the better man, don't you see that?" Seth tried to coax and could tell it wasn't working.

Not even a little bit. Macaria pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to maintain her own temper. "Seth, I know you're not used to being told no, but I'm going to keep telling you no over and over and over again until you get it through your thick skull. I. AM. NOT. INTERESTED. I have a man and he's waiting for me after this stupid probation period is up. You are NOT the better man, not even close. Whatever plan you had in mind, when it comes to me, has backfired. Because I'm willing to wait all that time to be with someone than to be another notch on someone's bedpost." She held the camera back up and began snapping photos again, once again with a serene smile. "Shall we continue?"

Seth snorted derisively. "You obviously don't know Ambrose as well as you think. There's no way he's gonna wait for you for 5 ½ months. When we were in the Shield, he was a manwhore, Macaria. He fucked everything and anything with two legs." Not entirely true, but Seth enjoyed embellishing the truth a bit. "Shit, he would fly down to Florida just to meet up with Renee Young for a romp! Hell, they probably still have a tumble beneath the sheets every once in a while. There were rumors going around they were together in a relationship and I have to tell you, I laughed when I read them. Ambrose is not capable of being in a monogamous relationship because of his fucked up past and quirky ways. He'll drop you as soon as he's bored of you, which won't take long. He'll realize you're not WORTH waiting for and he'll go onto the next honey blonde that catches his eye."

"At least he's not a rapist."

Macaria did NOT appreciate having these facts about Dean's past thrown in her face. She didn't care about his 'frolics' with Renee Young either, who was a very lovely woman. They had met briefly in catering, shook hands and Renee told her to hang in there when it came to Dean. They were friends and that was it. Dean was allowed to have friends that were women; Macaria wasn't the type to judge anyone since she wasn't exactly a saint herself. Everybody had a past, Dean's might've been a little darker than hers, but that wouldn't stop Macaria from wanting to be with him.

"EXCUSE ME?!" Seth recoiled, not expecting that accusation to fly out of her mouth and could feel his temper boiling over. "You little WHORE, you don't know a fucking thing about what happened between me and Nyla!"

"Call me what you want. I already told you, I'd rather be Dean Ambrose's whore than yours, Rollins. And I know everything, she told me all of it. How you came to her late at night, snuck into her room uninvited and she would wake up with your cock inside of her. Yeah, that's rape, in case you didn't know." Macaria informed him coolly, keeping her voice down to where only Seth could hear her. "Now, do you really want to continue this or should we just get back to work?"

"She wanted it!" Seth had stepped up to the petite woman, after slamming his Money in the Bank briefcase on the floor, and began to slowly back her up. "She begged for my cock. The words 'fuck me, Seth' flew out of her mouth so many times, I lost count. So don't you dare stand there and judge me when you don't know the whole fucking story."

"Only because, if she didn't say those words, she would've had her family's blood on her hands. She was protecting them." Macaria wouldn't be swayed or convinced otherwise, believing Nyla over this scumbag piece of garbage any day of the week. "I know why you're coming after me now. It's because you no longer have the power and control over her. So you're trying to find a replacement and I got news for you, Rollins, I WON'T tolerate it. I WILL go to Vince McMahon himself if you don't leave me alone and stop being unprofessional."

Seth scoffed, not taking that threat to heart. "Did you forget who runs this place now? I am the FUTURE of this company and Vince McMahon won't do a fucking thing with his daughter and son-in-law running shit. So you can take your idle threats and shove them up your ass, whore."

"Last I checked, Vince McMahon STILL is the owner of this company and hasn't signed anything over to his daughter and son-in-law. They are simply power-hungry assholes with huge egos and enjoy destroying people's lives. They won't do that with me, which is why I put that clause in my contract I can leave anytime I see fit. And I'll do it if shit gets too bad around here. I suggest you back off and leave me alone, if you know what's good for you, Rollins. Because eventually, Vince McMahon will return and then what will happen? What will you do once the Authority is out of power eventually? Who will you hide behind?"

Not able to hold back any longer, Seth backhanded her and sent her flying to the floor in a heap, her scream echoing down the hallway.

By the time Roman arrived, since Dean had gone out for his match against Bray Wyatt, Seth was nowhere to be found and Macaria was on the floor, crying with a swollen face.