Note: This is a fanfiction that it is based off of a story under the same title that I have been working on, and will be available on Kindle once it is completed. The names have been changed to suit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners or with The Undertaker

Chapter Fourteen

Emily found herself unable to really move a muscle after her grandmother had just brought out into the light that she had known this whole time about Mark having a strong attraction to her, and that she had been waiting for him to finally come out with his true feelings for her.

She knew? My granny knew this whole time that he has been wanting me, and that she was holding out in silence to see how long it would take him to come clean with her about it?

The fact alone made her feel more confused than shocked like she was at that second. She tried to not show it as much, but found the attempt to be a complete and utter failure.

After regaining control of her muscles shortly after her hand at erasing the confusion and shock from her face didn't happen, Emily made her way up the front steps of the porch with the bag containing her dress for the party remaining in the grip of her right hand.

"I will make sure not to keep him busy for a long stretch of time so he can get ready for the dance, and look as sharp as he can for you, Emily."

Her body nearly stopped from the suggestion that she had made to her, and cause her to stumble once she reached the area of the porch where it was in front of the screen door. She didn't dare turn around to face Belle and Mark out of fear of them seeing the faint red color that had washed across her face that was brought on out of embarrassment.

Emily struggled to keep on going at the pace she was moving at, but managed to make her way inside. With the walls of her grandmother's home giving her much needed privacy, she moved over towards the stairs, and leaned her back against the wall that ran up alongside the stairs.

That was a close call…Mark nearly saw the red pigment dancing cross your fair complexion, Emily.

She silently cursed at her conscience teasing her about the current situation she was in at the moment. The last thing she needed right now was to deal with her inner voice poking fun at her for blushing and wanting to get inside as fast as she could.

Who knows…Maybe Mark would like to see you all bashful at what Belle said, and look at your light red skin with enjoyment and a growing state of arousal-

Why don't you just be quiet, and leave me be for once instead of berating me about feeling embarrassed?

I'm impressed…You actually admitted it for once. Normally, you would have just dismissed what I say, and do whatever you want.

Emily let out a soft growl of frustration at how her conscience was continuously pestering her. She wanted a moment to calm the rapid beating of her heart, and have time to herself so that she could calm her hormones down and think more clearly.

"Let's go ahead, and take the crates around back, Mark, and then you can get going."

Emily moved her eyes towards the direction of a window that was to her side, facing the direction of the front of the house.

Through the glass pane, Mark's muscular physique could be clearly seen to her gaze moving behind Belle's frame carrying one of the crates while he held the other two. He turned his head at the last moment, and looked at the window while he moved out of her line of vision.

Those eyes…Those eyes of his are so piercing that they could stop my heart in a moment's notice.

Emily gazed out the window for a few seconds out of a longing for Mark's eyes to look upon her before she managed to turn away, and head on up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Moving down the side of Belle's home with some of the crates in his embrace, Mark's thoughts lingered less on the task at hand, and more on the southern beauty that was nestled inside of the building that was just inches away from his own frame. There was nothing he wanted more than to be inside with the woman who had brought life to a side of him that he assumed didn't exist anymore after the last lady he dated turned into a horrible mistake.

"We will take this over to the refreshment stand, and hand them off to the caterers." Belle said, keeping the conversation between them going, in her gentle, southern accent. "That way you can get going, and be on your way back home with plenty of time to get ready for the party tonight."

"That sounds like a good idea to me, Ms. Withers." Mark replied, keeping up the pace with her movements fairly easily enough. "This way I will be able to leave at a decent time, get home, and clean myself up."

"And I expect you to look especially nice for tonight, Mark."

"I intend to make sure that I am dressed as nice as I do when I attend Sunday morning church services."

"Good…Because I want you to be at your best tonight at the party."

"You want me to impress the people coming here tonight?"

"No…I want you to impress my grandchild."

He gazed upon her in awe that she would want him to be at his top shape and looking his best for Emily when most grandmothers would be hesitant about letting there grand-daughters date someone they know so well or someone who works for them.

Walking around a corner of the house, Mark made his way in the same direction that Belle was going in amongst the servers setting up various decorations, tables, and the electronic equipment for the DJ she had hired for the event. He did his best to maneuver around the people hurrying about to get things together for the dance. His tall body made its way to where the caterers were setting up the refreshment table before he managed to ease his crates down beside hers on a section of the table.

"Okay, Mark…this looks fine to me. The caterers and me will work on putting them on ice and fixing them up in a way so that way they will look good and presentable to the guests." Belle looked on at the workers already bringing a tub of ice to where she was standing with him as she had spoken to him. She turned her eyes away from them and focused in his direction as she continued to speak. "You can go ahead, and get going back to your place."

"Are you sure that you don't need help with anything else, Belle? I can help with-"

"Mark, don't you worry about it. I have everything planned out here, and can handle anything last minute that comes up."

"Are you sure?"

"You just need to focus on getting ready, and making damn sure to be here on time for the party."

"Very well, ma'am."

A smile washed across his face at the notion of hurrying off to his nearby house just so he could clean up, dress up in his best clothes, and make it back here on time to steal Emily's breath away…all of which was being condoned by his boss and her grandmother. Mark gave a nod of his head towards her, and started in the direction he had come from with her.