Chapter 10

"So, you're actually with one of the Shield mongrels?"

Valisa chuckled, nodding and sipped her Long Island Iced Tea, having a girl's night out with Zelia. They both had a lot of catching up to do and Zelia couldn't believe how fast Valisa agreed to date Joe Anoa'i. Not that she blamed the woman because Joe was definitely a specimen, Zelia just didn't expect to happen so soon. Still, she was happy for her friend and honestly didn't care that Joe was close to Jon. Whatever happened between her and Jon was their business, refusing to let it interfere with other people's lives.

"Joe is not a mongrel and yes I am." Valisa grinned, wearing a pair of tan suede pants with a long sleeved brown top that shimmered gold, a tan camisole beneath, hair down. "He's actually quite the gentleman, believe it or not."

"Hard to believe since his character is an asshole on television." Zelia replied, stirring the straw in her strawberry daiquiri and wore black skirt with a long sleeved wine colored off the shoulder top. It had a black shimmery overlay to make the top look dark maroon, hair down also. "So, have you slept with him yet?"

"Surprisingly no. He wants to wait and I don't have a problem with that. He wants to get to know each other and all that jazz first. I told you he's a gentleman, he's not just gonna hop in bed with me. Even though I want nothing more than to rip my clothes off and attack every time I see him." Valisa laughed, remembering the conversation she had with Joe during Zelia's 2 days away. "Enough about him, what are you gonna do about Mr. Good?"

"Nothing." Zelia said honestly, shrugging when Valisa quirked a brow at her. "I'm serious. He thinks there's something going on with Glen and I. Like I'd ever fuck a married man. He doesn't know me at all and, if that's the way he wants to picture me, I'm not going to waste my time and energy trying to convince him otherwise."

It'd been 2 weeks since her heated conversation with Jon while she'd been at home. Zelia watched all of his matches, trying to decide what to do and decided she couldn't revolve her life around him. As much as she loved him, Zelia knew how stubborn Jon was and, once an assumption entered his brain, it was very difficult to remove it. His match as the TLC pay-per-view in Brooklyn, New York had been brutality personified, especially with all the weapons used. Zelia was sure Jon had broken his back a few times with some of the stunts they pulled and had to stop herself from running to gorilla position like she had all those years ago. Colby had taken the brunt of the punishment though and was sent through a stack of tables, taking a career-threatening bump on one of them. Zelia and Valisa were both shocked he hadn't brained himself, not believing he walked away from that match practically unscathed with the victory.

"Tell you what, let's not talk about men tonight. Let's just focus on our great lives and dance the night away." Valisa could tell how upset Zelia was about this Jon situation even though she wouldn't admit it and tried like hell hiding her feelings. "Come on woman, time to let loose!"

Smiling, Zelia took a long swig of her daiquiri and grabbed Valisa's hand, both of them making their way on the dance floor. It was a club that had a restaurant in it, the WWE currently in Washington D.C. and it was New Year's Eve. Zelia had planned on staying in her hotel room until it was time to go back to the arena to take the Monday Night Raw setup down, but Valisa convinced her to come out with her. She couldn't believe Valisa wasn't with Joe since it was New Year's Eve, but it meant a lot to Zelia that her best friend wasn't putting their friendship on the backburner just because a man entered her life.

Why the hell was he here? More importantly, how did Joe convince him to come out to a place like this? Jon was in no mood to celebrate, especially after being attacked by a returning vengeful Randy Orton. His neck still throbbed from the RKO he received, scowling at the memory and couldn't believe Orton returned as fast as he had. He wondered if Zelia knew Randy had returned and then immediately dismissed that idea, trying not to think or worry about her. She obviously wanted nothing to do with him or else she wouldn't keep running away.

They sat in a nearby booth and Jon ordered a shot of Jack Daniels with a beer chaser, wearing a short sleeved black shirt, a ball chain necklace around his neck. His hair was haphazard and hung somewhat over his eyes, though Jon could still see perfectly and his legs were encased in blue jeans that hugged him nicely. Joe had on a long sleeved black shirt that looked ready to bust off of him with skintight black jeans, long dark hair pulled in a low tail at the nape of his neck. He just stuck with beer, knowing Jon wanted to get plastered because of everything going on in his personal and professional life lately. Downing the shot, Jon chased it with half his beer and requested the bottle, stormy bluish grey eyes moving to the dance floor.

Then he saw her.

It was uncanny how fast and easy Jon could spot Zelia in a swarm of people, his eyes watching her every move. The way she danced with her back to Valisa, both of them pressed together as her hips gyrated to the music, was incredibly scorching. Jon briefly wondered if Joe had spotted Valisa and got his answer when the big man cut through the crowd with ease, making his way to her. That left Zelia completely alone to dance by herself and Jon couldn't pass up the opportunity even if he wanted to. Downing the rest of his first beer, he stood up from the table and made his way through the crowd a little more discreetly than Joe had, the strobe lights starting to flash all around.

Zelia didn't mind when Joe arrived to steal Valisa away, waving three fingers in her protesting best friend's direction with a laugh. So much for girl's night. That was fine, Zelia had partied by herself for the first couple months after joining the WWE. She continued dancing, running her fingers through her raven hair and closed her eyes, getting lost in the music, in everything. When a pair of hands landed on her hips, Zelia smiled and started dancing with whoever was behind her, not caring about anything else. That was until the stranger whipped her around to reveal it was Jon and every part of Zelia's body ignited instantly from both anger and desire at the sight of him.

Seeing the confusion spark in her jade eyes, Jon heard a slower song come through the speakers and draped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer. His hands slid down her arms to grip her hips again, strong hands searing through the thin material of her clothes. Zelia didn't fight him off as they both started moving to the beat, his hands running up and down her sides to her back while her fingers delved in his hair, other hand gliding down his chest. Why did he have to look so delicious in a black shirt? Their eyes remained locked until Jon spun her back around to press her back against his chest, grinding against her as his face buried in her neck. Zelia swallowed hard and lulled her head back against his chest, feeling his mouth seal to the spot just below her ear.

"Wanna get out of here?" Jon asked in a husky whisper, his mouth hovering over her lobe before nibbling on it. "Come with me, Zelia."

Even with everything that happened, Zelia couldn't deny him anything as her body practically screamed for attention. "Lead the way." She said loud enough for him to hear, feeling him whip her around again as his mouth crashed down on hers.

Grabbing her hand as their fingers laced together, Jon guided her through the crowd with ease to a dark vacant corner. Before Zelia could come to her senses and run from him again, Jon cupped her face passionately kissing her. His lips felt too wonderful for Zelia to realize what Jon had in mind, feeling her back collide with the wall of the corner seconds later. Jon lifted her up with ease, draping her legs around his waist and ripped his lips from hers, the skirt she wore bunching up around her hips. She didn't push him away and instead ran her fingers through his hair to grip it again, moaning as his mouth sealed to her neck again.

"Do you want me?" Jon demanded in a rough raspy voice, flicking his tongue across her lobe and felt Zelia do a full body shiver.

"Fuck me, Jon…" Zelia wasn't above begging, her panties already soaked from dirty dancing with him earlier and the sexual frustration built between both of them was about to explode. "Now."

Jon wouldn't deny her anything, deciding they could have a quick session here and then a longer one back in his hotel room. "Gotta check you first, Zel." He growled, shoving her panties to the side and slid his long nimble fingers between her wet folds, groaning at how wet and tight she was. "Oh yeah, you're definitely ready for me…"

"Like I wouldn't be?" She retorted, gripping his face in her hand and plundered her mouth with his again, feeling his hand bunch her panties up to rip them completely from her body, the material giving under his strength. "No more talking, fuck me…"

Jon loved the sound of her panting and smirked against her lips, reaching down to unsnap his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his painful pulsating cock. "Hold onto me." He ordered in a low rumble, gripping her hips and pushed through her silk folds seconds later.

Because of how loud the music was, nobody could hear her cry out at the feeling of Jon's cock filling her to absolute capacity, every nerve-ending in her body ignited. This was possibly the greatest New Year's Eve Zelia would ever experience because it was with Jon, the man she'd loved for years. Sinking her nails into his upper arms, Zelia didn't want to wait to accommodate his massive size and began gyrating her hips, urging him to take her. Jon groaned, rolling his hips to thrust inside of her receptive body and slid his hands from her hips to her outer thighs, pressing her further into the wall.

His cock felt exquisite as Zelia met him for every thrust, refusing to sit against the wall while he did all the work. Her body popped up with every thrust, her ass bouncing off the wall and found his addicting mouth, their tongues dueling together almost angrily. There were so many emotions rushing through Zelia during this and she didn't know what possessed her to let Jon actually screw her in the middle of a packed club in a dark corner. Still, she didn't regret it and let him have his way with her, even lifting her top up along with her bra so he could have access to her breasts. Zelia moaned uncontrollably as his mouth descended on her breasts hungrily, teasing and tormenting each nipple until they felt like hardened pebbles.

"I-I'm close…" Zelia breathed out in his ear, hearing him grunt and groan as he brought her closer to the edge with every thrust, hitting her sweet spot expertly every time. "Oh god, harder!"

Jon growled, feeling her ankles lock around his waist to drive him deeper inside of her and slid his tongue down the valley of her breasts, wishing they were both completely naked. He never imagined their first encounter to be against a wall at a club, but it seemed to the only place Zelia would give him the time of day. Snarling at the thought of all the times she'd run from him like a coward, Jon increased the pace and suddenly wanted to get as far away from this woman as possible. Noticing the change in demeanor, Zelia blinked and cried out as her head lulled back against the wall, nails digging deeper into his skin as his thrusts came hard, fast and almost borderlined brutal.

Within minutes, Zelia had no choice and came all over him, trembling from head to toe as he exploded fiercely inside of her, his seed hitting her back wall. Jon didn't stop thrusting until he went completely limp inside of her, every part of his body radiating with barely contained anger. Zelia could feel it, feeling her cheeks grow hot from embarrassment and managed to look up at him with tear-filled jade eyes. She would be bruised for a while, especially since Jon's grip had intensified along with his thrusts during the end. He could only stare back at her and immediately hated himself for what just happened, for actually letting his lust overtake every other sense of rationality.

"Zelia…"

"Put me down now." She ordered gravely, fighting back tears with every ounce of willpower inside of her and felt her feet hit the floor seconds later.

Jon watched as she stood against the wall on shaky legs and wanted to do something, say something to help her, but his mouth and brain weren't working. He merely tucked himself away and zipped his jeans, his eyes never leaving her while she adjusted her skirt. Her ripped panties lay on the floor beside them and Zelia snatched them up instantly, tossing them in a nearby trashcan. What the hell were they supposed to say to each other? She'd avoided and ran away from him for weeks now while Jon thought something intimate was going on between her and Glen, who was a married man.

"Gonna run away again?" Jon couldn't stop the malice from entering his voice, bluish grey eyes narrowed and already knew the answer. Of course she would.

"No, but I am leaving to get the hell away from you." Zelia shot back heatedly and went to walk past him, but Jon grabbed her upper arm stopping her. "Let go of me, Good."

"No." Jon yanked her back flush against his body, not understanding where this sudden hatred for him stemmed from. "You obviously feel something for me or you wouldn't have let me fuck you in here of all places. What the hell is going on, Zelia?"

"You tell me. I can't figure you out or read your mind. I have no idea what you're thinking. Now let go of me so I can leave and run away from you again." Zelia ordered, breaking free from Jon when he refused to do it and stumbled back. "You've changed and not for the better."

"Yeah that's right, go run back to your married lover." Jon hissed viciously, pointing to the exit that was on the other side of the club. "Go fuck him and give him your sloppy seconds." His eyes shot open when her hand collided with his face a second later, a giant red handprint forming on his cheek.

"Go fuck yourself, Good!" Zelia bolted away from him through the people as tears streamed down her cheeks, just wanting to get as far away from Jonathan Good as possible.

Nothing would ever be the same between them again, not after what happened.