Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a book that I am currently writing at the moment. Some of the names have been changed since this is a fanfiction and not the actual story. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or with the character the Undertaker

Chapter Two

Stepping out of the vehicle, Emily closed the door behind her once she was out and in the open. She lifted her eyes up, and gazed upon the home of Belle Withers, her grandmother, with a look of happiness mixed with a feeling of contentment.

Finally…I am home.

All of her more negative thoughts slipped away, and were replaced with more positive ones instead due to standing and gazing at the front of her granny's home, a place that she had spent a large part of her childhood at and experienced many good times at.

Even though all of my visits were only temporarily here when I was a child as this one is…I have never felt more at home anywhere else in the entire world than here.

Holding the smile on her face, Emily turned away from the two story, ranch style home that she traveled over an hour to reach, and proceeded towards where the trunk of her car was. Her right hand retrieved the car keys out of one of the pockets of her jeans, and slipped one of them into a keyhole that was located on the top of the trunk.

Shortly, afterward, a light popping sound of the lid unlocking itself from within echoed out while it opened up to a slight degree.

She kept a faint smile on her soft complexion while the same hand pulled out the key she had used to unlock it, and tuck it back into one of her pockets. Emily glanced over towards the large barn after she had pushed the trunk's covering up over her head, and found a sight she had not seen prior to parking her vehicle out in front of her grandmother's home.

Standing in the open doorway of the large yet comfortably sized building, a handsome, male stranger stood in plain sight, gazing in her direction with the most piercing set of emerald green eyes she had ever noticed in all of her life.

Despite the fact that they were about twenty feet from one another, there was no doubt that this…gorgeous specimen of man that stood at the barn's entrance in a way that made every muscle in her body tighten and burn with such ferocity that for a moment…she felt like her body would burst into flames right where she stood.

Who…in the hell…is that standing over there?

It didn't take very long for her more sensual side to whisper at her with its voice dripping with pure temptation, attempting to lure her thinking over to its side.

I don't recall your grandmother mentioning anything about having a hottie living on her property.

It was only when she noticed him to be flashing a smirk in her direction that she regained control of her body, and turned all of her attention onto the two large suitcases were nestled inside of the formerly closed, rear section of the vehicle, and waiting for her to retrieve them.

It is none of my business as to why my mom's mother has some guy on her land.

Emily did her best to speak in a way that would not only calm her spirits, but, perhaps, quiet the part of her essence that wanted to have full and complete control over her mind, as well as the functions of her body.

She is a grown woman, and as such, she is entitled to have whoever she wants staying here.

You are trying to avoid the subject, Emily.

I don't have any idea what you are talking about.

Desperate to keep what little control she had left over herself, she removed the luggage from the trunk of the car, and placed them down on the ground on her sides before the palms of her hands pushed the lid down, and closed it back into place before she moved her gaze down to where the bags were now on the earth beneath her feet.

There is no reason why I-

You are attracted to him.

I beg your pardon?!

You are attracted to him…Your body is craving for his touch even though you try to fight and ignore-

"There is my beautiful, Emmy-Andy!"

The cheerful sound of her grandmother calling out her nickname she gave to her managed to shatter the wall that her sensual part of her mind had been trying to build in order to keep all other influences from breaking its attempt to control all of her functions.

Turning her attention to the porch, Emily found her grandmother to be coming towards her in a light pink colored, track suit that she had frequented many times when she was a child when she had work to do in the garden behind her home.

Looks like some old habits are truly hard to break.

Her smile returned to her face, and released a soft chuckle out of her mouth that had built up inside of it. She moved towards her, and held onto her, tight and warmly. The lids of her eyes closed for a moment while she spoke to her in a soft, caring voice.

"It is so nice to be here with you, Granny Belle." Emily spoke with complete honesty, relieving all of the happiness she had inside for her. "I have missed you so much."

"I have missed you as well, my sweet Emily." Belle replied, softly, while she kept her arms around her in a loving embrace. "This is a true pleasure for me to have this summer to spend some much needed time with you."

The smile remained on her face as she eased her eyelids open, and looked back in the direction she had been gazing in before her grandmother's presence.

Standing in the open doorway of the barn, the mystery man that had caught her attention so quickly turned around, and proceeded to move inside of the building with only a smirk on his face for her eyes and hers alone.

She kept herself in her grandmother's embrace as she came to a conclusion about something that she had to do during her time with Belle: She had to find out the identity of the hot man that had caused her body to feel things she had never experienced before in her whole life by just simply locking his gaze on hers and flashing her a seductive yet coy smirk.

Mark leaned his back against one of the doors that led to an empty stall, and released a rush of air out of his mouth in the form of a pleasurable gasp.

Oh my god…That beautiful filly with Belle at the moment…is her grand-daughter?!

He assumed that his employer's relative that was coming down for the summer was going to look more homely or plain like the other women who live in the countryside, as well as in town. However…He never stopped to think that she would be a highly attractive and curvaceous young woman that sent his body into a state of panic and absolute desire.

She is quite the beauty, isn't she? Lusts and temptations started to build up inside of him, and spread throughout every fiber of his body. Didn't seeing her outside at her car make your blood race, and turn you on, immensely?

Mark silently cursed at the part of his mind that was trying to make him cave in to the sensual sensations that were trying to consume every part of him. He wanted to deny what it was whispering to him but there was no way that he could lie to himself at the moment.

She certainly is an attractive woman. He rebelled against better judgement, and chose to respond to the passionate voices echoing inside of his mind instead of simply ignoring them, and going about his business. There is no point to me standing here, and being dishonest about something that is quite clear.

I don't believe you could lie even if you wanted to, Mark…Especially when it comes to the good-looking guest who has a body that appears to have a body that can go all night-

I can't like about how strongly I'm attracted to Belle's grand-daughter…but if I needed to lie…I am pretty sure that I have the mental capacity to do just that.

Ha!

What?

Don't make me laugh! Mark, you couldn't even tell a little white lie to the last woman you were seeing when she asked you about going out again with her.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings by lying to her.

So…Telling her that you are not attracted to her and that you don't want to see her anymore was a better decision than to tell her a little white lie?

The part of his conscience that had power over all of his thoughts and emotions that had to deal with passion, lust, temptation, and desire had a point. He couldn't even lie to his last girlfriend when she wanted to keep seeing him while he didn't feel the same way. How could he do it when he couldn't even tell a small one to keep from hurting someone?

The soft sound of Belle and her guest walking on the hard, dirty covered road in front of her house caught his attention, and brought him over to the doorway of the barn once more so that he could look outside towards the house.

Moving beside his boss's average built yet elderly frame with a suitcase in her hand, Emily walked towards the stairs of the front porch with the other piece of luggage she had in her right hand. A soft, sweet chuckle left her smiling face as she followed Belle's choice of direction towards the front door.

She certainly is a fine specimen of woman. Mark couldn't stop thinking about her. All of his thoughts were consumed by the angelic laugh coming out of her soft mouth, and the curves on her body that made his hands burn with a need to caress and hold onto. There is nothing about her that I find displeasing to my eye. In fact…She has the ideal body that I look for in a woman.

His eyes watched Emily turn around, and look at him through a few strands of her hair hanging down in front of her face while Belle was getting the door opened up for them to enter the ranch's main house. Although a portion of her expression was hidden beneath her soft, auburn hair, Mark easily could tell that she was trying to hide emotions that were similar to his that had been ravaging his entire essence, and that she was struggling to keep herself composed in the face of him being there. He kept his focus on her sweet face and gorgeous body for a few more moments before she turned her face away, and moved inside of the building with her grandmother leading the way for them both.

I have a feeling that I will be meeting her very…very soon.

A sensual smile started to dance across his face as he turned from the opened entranceway to the barn, and proceeded over to where he had set the bucket of oats on the dirt floor.