He approached her at her station the next day. She had her back against him and he couldn't stop staring at her ass. That perfect ass in those tight jeans. He thought back at the night before where he had had that perfect ass right in front of him. He adored her, there was no other word he could come up with in that moment, he simply adored her. Too bad she didn't know it.
"Hey Seth, what can I do for you?" She asked as she turned around and saw him.
He noticed how tired she looked. Tired and broken.
"And mine," his mind growled at him while he put on a gentle smile.
"Can you fix this?" He asked as handed her his pants.
He had made a hole in them on his own as an excuse to get near her. He needed to see her up close after having her the night before. He needed to see how she would look after what he thought was a beautiful moment.
"Yeah, that's easy enough. I'll have them done for you by tomorrow," she answered.
"Thanks Jael," he said.
He should turn around and walk away but he stayed and looked at her. That beautiful face. He could see she struggled to keep the tears within.
"Was there anything else?" She asked.
He heard her but his mind didn't register that she was talking to him at first. He was too busy taking in the sight of her sad face.
"Seth?" She asked.
He snapped out of it.
"No, sorry, guess I'm a bit tired. I'll leave you to it," he said with a smile before turning around, leaving her there.
"You know you want her again," his mind said.
"Yeah, I know," he answered himself in a low voice.
"You know what you gotta do," his thoughts brought him back to her room, to her bed, between her legs.
He smiled at the memory. Yes, he knew what he had to do. They were still in the same town for three more days due to one more show that night, a charity event the next day and then yet another show the day after, and he still had the key card to her room.
After the show that night he went straight back to his hotel room and waited. He knew she wouldn't be going out after his visit the night before. He knew it was risky. He should wait like the last time but he couldn't. He couldn't control himself around her and he had to have her again already. She was too addictive to leave alone. But he still had to wait some more hours. He would wait till far out in the night where she would be sound asleep. He turned on the tv, trying to keep his nerves down, just waiting for the hours to pass.
Around 3 at night he stood in front of her door. The entire hotel was quiet. He took a deep breath before sliding the key card in and opening the door. He quietly pushed it a bit open and listened. No sound to hear. He opened it a bit more, hurried inside and closed it silently.
He walked slowly through the darkness towards the bed. There she was, sleeping and ever so beautiful in a tank top and a pair of boy shorts. His instantly got an erection just by looking at her.
"All mine."
Keeping as quiet as he could, he opened his pants. He put on a condom and found the knife. She was gonna get a wake up call like no other before and the thought alone put a smirk on his face.
He sat on her legs as he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She was just about to scream but the knife against her throat quickly made her think otherwise.
"Ssh..." There is was again. The sound she dreaded most in the world these days.
He pushed her head back down before moving the knife down to cut up her shorts and panties. Getting her clothes off was just as arousing to him as what came after.
He forced her legs apart with his knees like he had done the first time. He watched her as she grabbed the pillow again. He knew she would. A creature of habit, he thought to himself. He also knew he would hear her cry within seconds and he couldn't wait. Her sounds were just too beautiful.
He pushed himself inside her and listening as he started thrusting in and out. Yes, there they were, the tears and her silent sobs. It had to be the best sounds in the world. He grabbed her hair again as he started thrusting in harder.
"One day I'll make you moan too. You'll learn to love this," he thought.
He kept thrusting. For each sob he heard, he thrusted in harder. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to hear her scream his name. He knew it was an impossible task since she had no idea it was him, but damn it, he longed to hear it. For now he had to take what he could get.
He bit down on her shoulder, careful not to leave a mark although he wanted nothing more than to mark her as his, and then he came. His teeth let go off her skin and he kissed the spot to let her know he cared about her. She had to know. He was sure she knew. He pulled out of her and fixed his pants.
"Are you ever gonna leave me alone?" She suddenly asked.
He looked at her but she wasn't looking at him. She had just asked the question out in the air.
"No," he whispered honestly.
He left her on the bed like he used to and walked away.
He couldn't sleep after that. He grabbed his gym bag from his room and walked over to the arena. He could use the gym in the basement for free as long as WWE had booked the place. He worked out for a couple of hours. Around 7 in the morning he decided it was enough and left the basement.
He stopped as he walked past the seamstresses' station. She was in there alone. It didn't take him long to figure out she had probably went there shortly after his visit. Her hotel room hadn't been safe for her so she had come here instead. He smiled as he walked into the room.
"Hey Jael, what are you doing here this early?" He asked innocently as he walked towards her.
She looked up at him.
"I couldn't sleep," she said.
She had tears in her eyes. He knew he was to blame and he secretly loved it.
"Are you alright? You look like you're about to cry," he said as he stopped next to her.
His kind words made her break down.
"He won't let me be," she sobbed.
He dropped the gym bag, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up from the chair. He sat down and pulled her down in his lap, rocking her back and forward as he tried to comfort her.
"Who?" He asked, still keeping the innocent tone in his voice.
"I don't know who he is," she cried.
"It's alright," he said and stroked her over her hair.
She didn't respond. She just kept crying. Maybe this was the way to her heart. Be there for her whenever she felt lost like now.
"Ssh..." He said as he turned her head and kissed her.
She quickly pushed his head back and got to her feet.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She shouted.
"I'm sorry, I overstepped my boundaries," he said.
"You damn right, you did! I would never let you or any man for that matter touch me! You know this, Seth!" She shouted and stormed out of there.
"But you already did," he thought.
It was in that moment he realized he had shushed her. She hadn't reacted to that part though. She had reacted to his kiss. Maybe she hadn't been able to hear it was him but he knew that from now on he would have to leave that part out when he visited her. Besides, by now she knew what he expected from her. Maybe one day he could even stop using the knife. One day she would just give in and give him what he wanted. He grabbed the gym bag from the floor and whistled as he left the arena.
The charity event was long and boring. His mind was constantly at her. How he wanted to use the key card one last time while they were still in this town but he knew he couldn't. She would have been clever enough to switch rooms. That well he knew her. And he could wait. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. He saw her everyday and soon enough, she would be his again like she was meant to be.
He walked into the arena the next afternoon. He went straight to the seamstresses to pick up his pants. Her station was empty and he wondered where she was as he walked towards it. A lot of clothes were laying in piles on the table with different superstars' names on it. He saw his pants with his name on top and took them.
He turned to the nearest seamstress.
"Where's Jael?" He asked.
"Gone. She wasn't here when we arrived. She didn't even say goodbye to any of us. Just cleared her station and left yesterday at some point after we were all gone," she answered.
Panick flushed through him at first. Had she abandoned him? It turned to anger quickly. How dare she leave him like that? He rushed out of the room and towards Hunter's office. He knocked and entered.
"Seth, what can I do for you?" Hunter asked.
"Where's Jael?" Seth asked.
"Gone," Hunter answered.
"Gone where?" Seth asked.
"Wow, you really cared that much about her? I get it, she was one of our best seamstresses. I wish she would have stayed. She came in here yesterday and I thought she would sign a new contract but she said she didn't wanna work here anymore. As you probably already know, her contract was up in 14 days. She asked to use her remaining vacation days. Such a shame but we'll get a replacement soon enough. Meanwhile you'll have to use one of the others," Hunter said.
"You let her leave?" Seth asked, trying so hard to keep the anger within.
"I can't force anybody to work here if they don't want to," Hunter said.
Seth took a couple of deep breaths to get himself under control.
"I get it, Hunter. It's just... she was the very best. You know how I don't like changes in general," he said as an excuse before leaving the office.
"Why the fuck would you leave me?" Seth growled to himself as he walked down the corridor.
"You know why."
A/N:
I have an idea for a sequal for this one that will be set further into the future where Seth and Jael will cross paths again. I don't know when I'll write it or even what I'll call it but if you liked this story, keep an eye out. Thanks for reading.