He's in my house. Jon Good is in my house. Dean Ambrose is in my house. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Can this day possibly get any worse? I slump on the bed, head in hands. How the hell do I get out of this one? I wait a while, then start to get dressed. Skinny jeans, tight shirt. I pull my hair into a messy bun, put on minimal makeup and head back into the war zone that is my lounge.
"Damn I married well" Jon says, looking me up and down. I glare at Lex as she laughs. She shuts up straight away. "Ambrose thinks we should go tonight" she says. He nods, looking at me. "Waste of two perfectly good tickets if you don't" he says simply. "Well, waste of two tickets anyway, you'll come, and you'll be backstage with me and the guys." Lex squeals. "Please Lor?" she begs. I groan, knowing this is her dream. "Fine" I say slumping in the sofa. "But you owe me, big style Alexa." "I nominate Ambrose to pay you back" she smirks. He high fives her and I groan. I've been set up. Big style. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" I ask. Jon shakes his head. "Nope" he says simply. "Today I get to play with my wife all day. I've done my media. As long as I'm at the arena on time I'm good." I groan as Lex smiles. "I'll leave you two to it" she says standing up. "I need to go plan tonight. Man, what to wear!" She groans as she opens the front door. "Oh Lor" she calls back. "Don't break the bed this time!" Jon doesn't miss a beat. "Don't worry Alexa" he says. "We won't be using the bed. This couch seems comfy enough!" I throw a cushion at Lex as she laughs and slams the door behind her. "Damn my best mate has a big mouth" I groan, hiding behind another cushion. He chuckles, a deep, throaty laugh. "So wife" he says, standing up and pulling me up with him. "Come show me around our home."
Tour finished, we sit on opposite sofas, neither of us knowing what to say. "Why are you here?" I ask finally. He looks at me quickly. "My wife" he says simply. "Everyone is gonna be expecting my wife to be at the arena with me tonight, there is no way I could turn up there alone. Hence the phone in your bag, I knew you'd leave as soon as I was gone. Just a few more days toots, then you're in the clear. Just until I fly home. Please?" I groan. "Fine" I concede finally. "Guess I'd better call work and take some time off, right?" He grins wickedly. "Sounds like a plan doll" he says. "We got some travelling to do before I leave." I nod, grab my phone and head into the kitchen to call the office.
"What do I need to wear?" I ask, walking back out to him. "Haven't you ever watched?" he asks. I shake my head. "Never been interested" I admit. He nods. "Ok" he says slowly. "Um, a dress and heels would be good." I nod. "I can do that" I say, smiling at him. "Can I, uh, take a shower?" he asks. I shrug. "Your house too, dear husband" I say, walking straight past him and heading upstairs. I hear the front door close and suddenly he's right behind me, bag in hand. He follows me into the bedroom, his breath hot on the back of my neck. I point at the bathroom and he nods, dumping his bag at the end of the bed before going into the bathroom and starting the shower. I grab him some towels and take them in, smiling as he thanks me, then walking out and shutting the door behind me. I head straight for my wardrobe, knowing this is going to be a complete nightmare. A dress? My wardrobe is full of dresses. I smile when I see my secret weapon. My red Hervé Legér dress. Winner every time. I grab my black Louboutins and put them against the dress. Perfect. Can't be the wife of a famous wrestler and turn up in jeans and converse now, can I?
I'm sat at the dressing table doing my makeup when he finally walks out of the bathroom. Damn, he looks like a model. Droplets of water run down his chest, finally being absorbed by the towel knotted at his waist. He walks over to me slowly, watching me watch him in the mirror. "Mrs Good you look delightful" he says hoarsely, kissing my neck as our eyes lock in the mirror. I hold my breath, I can't help it. "Mr Good" I finally manage. "I'm not even dressed yet. You requested heels and a dress, if I remember correctly, not jeans and a shirt." He smiles. "A woman who does as I ask" he says. "There's a novelty." I nearly choke. "Yeah right" I say, starting to gain enough composure to continue with my makeup. "I bet they would all do anything you say." He winks, but it's all the answer I need. I shake my head and smile at him, watching as he grabs clothes from his bag. "Oh" he says quickly. I frown as he hands me something. I open it out and smile. "You left without your wedding present" he says simply. I nod and put it on the bed. "Thank you" I say, looking at him. He nods. "Uh, about tonight" he says, running his hand through his hair nervously. "I, uh, kinda checked out of the hotel. Didn't make sense being there without you, especially when they're going to see us together tonight." I nod. "I have two sofas" I say simply. "Or, if you think we can be trusted, I have a spare half a bed." He smiles, jumping on the bed and leaning back against the pillows. "Half a bed is plenty" he says with a smirk.