Chapter 17

"Alright. Thank you." Was this a sign from Myron? Was it smart of her to take the contract and open a new chapter of her life? Bianca honestly didn't know. "I have a lot of thinking to do…"

"You definitely do. You can't take the job just to dislike it weeks later and quit. It wouldn't be very professional and you seem to be the professional type." Jon surmised, standing up to lean over the balcony ledge again. "I worked my ass off while still in high school to get to this one place. This one company. I'm finally here and I wouldn't trade it for anything – at least not right now."

If he was honest, Jon would've left wrestling in a hot second if Bianca gave him any kind of sign she felt as strongly about him as he did her. He'd spend every waking second every day comforting her broken heart and caressing her wounded soul until everything was mended. When Myron died, it took a toll on Bianca, way more than anyone expected, including her meddlesome brother. Jon didn't want to see her as broken and damaged as she had been a week ago. She just went through heartbreak at an extremely young age and it stayed with her this whole time. Taking one last drag of his cigarette, Jon flicked it over the ledge and turned to face Bianca, having an idea.

"I'm going to go watch a movie. Feel like joining me?"

Bianca looked up at him, her brain and heart immediately starting the inner battle. It was just a movie, nothing else would happen. Jon was trying to be nice to her, though Bianca couldn't get what he said earlier in the bedroom out of her mind. He had feelings for her, was it really smart to egg him on?

"Sure, that sounds nice."

She decided to follow her instincts and stood up from the small table on the balcony, both of them heading back inside the suite. They headed into the bedroom they had to share together and Bianca watched as Jon started sitting in the chair he dragged in here. Once again, her heart spoke volumes over her screaming brain.

"You don't have to sleep in that uncomfortable chair. The bed is big enough, I don't mind sharing with you, Jon." Bianca smiled when his eyebrow rose and he ended up joining her, flipping the television on to order a movie. "I heard Expendables 2 was pretty good, it's action packed and sounds right up your alley."

Jon groaned inwardly at her invitation, what the hell was he doing? He was falling for someone who was already taken by a dead man. Sitting on the bed, Jon crossed his legs at the ankle and kept his hands in his lap, eyes forward. He didn't watch a second of the movie either. Bianca's scent infiltrated his senses and Jon knew he was a goner, but had to leave her alone. As much as he didn't want to, it wasn't a matter of wanting or needing. He had no choice and had to let Bianca live her life wherever she chose whether it was on the road with the Shield or at home in Aberdeen. He wasn't lying either. Whatever Bianca needed him to do for her to be comfortable, he would do it. Just like he knew once she fell asleep, he'd either move to the chair or go lay on the couch in the sitting room.

Surprisingly enough, Jon didn't leave the bed because he'd fallen asleep before Bianca. Bianca stayed on her side of the bed with her back facing him. Sometime in the middle of the night, Jon had shifted and ended up pulling her into his arms, his face buried in her neck. They were both very much asleep and Bianca could feel warm breath and lips on her neck, one of the most sensitive areas on her body. It'd been so long since she'd been held like this and didn't bother moving, the warmth too inviting. 5 years of cold lonely beds had really taken a toll on Bianca. She felt lips move from her neck up to her ear, teeth gently nibbling on it before moving down her cheek. Bianca instinctively shifted, rolling on her back and felt a hand cup her breast through the thin material of her camisole she wore. It felt so amazing, she couldn't push the invading hand away and instantly melted further into the bed, the softest moan escaping her. Then a warm mouth covered hers, stirring Bianca's body alive more and she couldn't help kissing back, angling her head slightly to deepen the kiss. The miraculous thing was they were still fully in their dreams, but obviously they were erotic and they were going on pure instinct, their tongues brushing together seconds later.

Her mouth felt so amazing against his as Jon slid his hand down to the bottom of her cotton camisole, slipping them under the hem over her flat stomach. He kept going until his fingers met the material of her bra, gently pulling down the cup to palm her breast in his strong hand. Gently, he rolled her nipple between his fingers and felt it hardening against his touch, his mouth continuing to assault her neck. Jon unsnapped her bra a second later and pulled the strap of her camisole down her shoulder, freeing her other breast as it stuck out over the collar. His mouth instantly left her neck and captured her other nipple while continuing the teasing on her other with his hand. It'd been a few months since he tried being with anyone. Sometimes their schedule just didn't work for women who weren't inside the business. They wanted what he couldn't give them, which was more personal time together. That was why most of the Superstars dated and married within the company because only someone in their business would understand fully.

Her body ignited with a fire that Bianca thought she'd never feel again, especially after Myron's death. Heat flooded her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her breathing became heavier with each passing second, her mind completely foggy and covered in a thick passion haze. Bianca whimpered against his lips, arching her body into him and slid her hand into his dishwater blonde hair, gripping it along with the back of his neck. In the far recesses of her mind, it screamed at Bianca to wake up because of what was happening, but she ignored it. The feelings and sensations were too wonderful to push away and Bianca wanted more, craved more, ached for more. Once again their slick tongues softly caressed each other, soft moans and groans emanating from both parties. Bianca began trembling against him, especially when she felt a very hard object brush against her thigh and knew exactly what it was. An erection. This wasn't a dream. Bianca's eyes suddenly flew open and she broke the kiss instantly, not releasing Jon's hair, his hand still resting on her breast. He too was awake, his eyes swirling in a darkened cloudy blue and both of their mouths were swollen from the kissing.

"J-Jon?" She stammered out in a whisper, not trusting her voice at the moment and calming her raging body down, their eyes never leaving each other. What the hell just happened? More importantly, HOW did this happen?

Jon was suddenly snapped out of his deep dream when a hand buried in his curls, tightening. His eyes shot open and saw he was kissing Bianca Danielson. Looking down, Jon felt his mouth go dry at the sight of his hands on her…her…When her eyes opened and she spoke his name, he immediately pulled away from her like he'd been scalded. Rolling off the bed, Jon crashed to the floor in a heap and hopped up to his feet, tearing a hand through his hair.

"I-I-I thought I was…I just thought I was – N-Never m-m-mind. I'm sorry. I've – uh – gotta – I'll – uh yeah…" Turning, Jon bolted out of the bedroom as fast as he could and went to the bathroom, slamming the door shut locking it behind him.

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING, Jon's mind screamed, making his head pound furiously. Jesus Christ, she probably thought he was some kind of barbarian! What the hell was wrong with him?! He thought it was a dream. It felt too damn real to be a dream, apparently he knew why now. Kicking the shower on, Jon stripped out of his clothes and stepped under the sprays, closing his eyes. His forehead pressed against the tiled wall, hands splayed and repeatedly bounced his forehead off of it.

All Bianca could do was lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling, completely flushed from head to toe. What the HELL just happened? One minute she was having an erotic dream about Jon and the next she wakes up actually IN that dream? Oh my god, OH MY GOD, her mind screamed repeatedly, trying to make sense of everything. Her body ached and pulsed with newfound life, especially between her thighs. Her light brown hair was completely haphazard, her face crimson red and she couldn't stop trembling no matter how hard she tried. "W-What have I done?" She whispered, eyeballing the ring on her left hand and immediately rolled out of bed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Christ…" She muttered, sliding the balcony door open and shut it firmly, letting the cold night air assault every part of her.

Then all at once, a waterfall of tears flowed down her face rapidly and Bianca couldn't stop it, collapsing on one of the chairs. She'd just cheated on Myron, her dead husband, and he was probably rolling in his grave right now watching her suck face with another man! Clamping her head in her hands, Bianca began rocking back and forth gently, hoping somehow Myron would forgive her for breaking their vows. Bianca needed help, SERIOUS HELP, because all she wanted to do was beg Jon to put the fire out that he started inside her raging body.

While in the shower, Jon came to the conclusion he had to stay away from Bianca. If she accepted this contract to work for the WWE, he had to make sure they had 4 bedroom suites at all times. Hell 5 in case Colby got on Kavari's nerves and she needed an escape. Finishing his shower, Jon dried off and dressed in black jeans, sneakers and black t-shirt, towel drying his hair. He noticed it was raining outside and pulled a hooded sweatshirt over his head, heading out of the bedroom to the kitchen, spotting Kavari drinking a cup of coffee.

"Where are the others?" He asked, accepting a cup she offered.

"I think Joe finally rolled his Samoan ass out of bed and is in the shower after I heard him groan from the strength of the coffee and Colby hasn't budged yet. He's a little worn from last night's festivities." She giggled, having spent the majority of it making love to Colby in all different positions.

Sleep evaded Bianca, so she snuck into the shower after Jon stepped out and left the room, quickly washing herself. She didn't want to be naked any longer than she had to be at this point. Quickly drying off, Bianca slipped into a pair of purple shorts with a matching purple and black top that had lightning designs down the sides. She brushed her hair out and braided it to hang over her shoulder, brushed her teeth and opened the door, only to bump right into Jon. Instantly, the memory of what happened earlier that morning flooded her mind and Bianca felt her cheeks flame up, immediately lowering her head.

"Sorry." She mumbled, brushing past him and out of the room, needing coffee desperately.

Jon groaned, walking into the bedroom to zip his suitcase and noticed Bianca's, grabbing and sending them to the door. He knew things between them would be tense from now on. Stepping out on the balcony, Jon stood under the awning so the rain didn't soak him, needing a nicotine fix in the worst way before they got back on the road. The scent of the rain also relaxed him and Jon pulled his cell phone out, calling the next hotel they'd be staying in to make the proper arrangements. No one would feel uncomfortable, at least not until they had to be stuck in an SUV for a few hours.

An hour later, everyone piled into the huge SUV with Jon driving. Joe pushed her gently but firmly toward the front seat and Bianca bit back a groan, wondering if she'd be able to sit beside Jon on the long drive. Colby and Kavari had taken the far backseat while Joe stretched out in the middle, grumbling about not getting enough sleep thanks to certain people's loud mouths. Bianca knew he was talking about Colby and Kavari because she and Jon had been quiet during their make out session. Lord, she actually made out with Jon Moxley – Jonathan Good – Dean Ambrose – whoever the hell he was! Bianca curled up on the seat and buckled up, staring out the window deep in thought. She had to push what happened between her and Jon out of her mind because the opportunity of a lifetime hung in the balance. Did she or did she not accept Linda McMahon's offer?

They were about an hour into the 4 hour drive when Jon looked over at Bianca curled up in the passenger seat. "Are you warm enough? I can turn the heat up if you want." He offered, knowing people generally got colder because of rain. "There's also a zip-up hoodie in the back if you need it."

Jon felt like an idiot telling her these things when they couldn't even discuss what happened between them. He knew she didn't want to sit next to him and would choke the life out of Joe later when they got to the arena. Bianca probably thought he was some deranged rapist or something, sighing heavily and turned his eyes back to the road. Bianca closed her eyes briefly, knowing she couldn't avoid Jon because they'd be working close together if she accepted the WWE contract. They would have to find some kind of middle ground. No matter how hard she tried, Bianca couldn't get what happened between them earlier that morning out of her mind. Jon looked completely mortified and embarrassed, stuttering over his words. It was adorable to witness, but at the time Bianca had been too shocked to really enjoy his bewilderment. They would have to talk about what happened eventually, but for now pretending it never happened was the right way to go.

"I'm a little chilly." She admitted softly, watching as he immediately turned up the heat and reached in the back, handing over a hooded sweatshirt – HIS hooded sweatshirt. Bianca took it and immediately wrapped her body in it, feeling her blood ignite as soon as his musky scent hit her nose. She was screwed.