Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story under the same name that I have been working on completing, and planning to put on Kindle for those of you who wish to own a copy of it. The names have been changed to suit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker

Chapter Fifteen

How is this possible? How can Belle possibly know beforehand about my feelings and intentions towards her grand-daughter when I have done a wonderful job at keeping those feelings boxed and closed up?

As he moved towards the direction of the side to the house, Mark's mind couldn't focus on anything else other than that of the confusion brought on by his boss having informed him about being aware this whole time about his feelings towards Emily.

There is no way in hell that Belle could have figured this out so quickly, and pieced together how strong I am attracted to her grandchild with no one else to help her-

Are you really that dense, Mark? His conscience interrupted his train of thought, abruptly, and spoke up with a curious tone in its voice. It's not hard at all to figure out how she found it all out.

I guess you have your own theory about how she discovered this out without any help, right?

As a matter of fact, I do have one that is the correct one.

What would that be then?

Do you remember when Emily and you were upstairs in the loft of the barn when Belle walked inside it, looking for her?

Yes…but I don't see how-

The realization of how Belle discovered his intentions with her grand-daughter hit him so hard that it caused ever muscle in his body to tighten up, and bring him to an abrupt stop after she had just started walking the side of the house towards the front porch.

She knew about his feelings because of Emily and him being alone in the loft of the horse barn with one another, and away from her gaze. The answer was plain as day, and she didn't have look hard for it at all.

Mark moved his back to lean against a side of the house before he brought his hands up from his sides, and had them to run their palms across his face, muffling a soft embarrassed groan coming out of the open space his mouth had made.

Oh…my…god! How could I be so stupid?! If I didn't take Emily up there…She would never have figured this all out, and realized how my emotions burn for her grand-daughter!

Do you regret having taken your boss's grandchild up into the loft of the barn then?

The sudden mention of him wishing that he had never took the southern belle inside of the house upstairs and spent some time alone with her snapped him out of his feeling of doubt in a flash, and caused his voice to snap back at his conscience at the mere suggestion.

Of course not! There is nothing that is going to make me have doubts or even regret about having taken Emily up into the loft of the barn above the stalls that the horses are kept in!

You were letting on that you made a mistake in being alone with her and-

The only mistake that I made about it was doing it when Belle was close by, and could easily walk in on us both. If I had done it when she was out doing errands in town…She would have never found out, and there would be no reason for her to be pestering Emily and I about it now.

What are you going to do now?

Get ready to sweep my date off of her feet, and show her how a real country boy treats a woman.

Reaffirming his beliefs in the choice he had made and the feelings deep inside of him for Belle's beautiful grandchild, Mark removed his body from the outer wall of the house it had been against, and headed towards the front of it with a confident grin moving across the strong features of his face.

Walking inside of her bedroom, Emily closed the door behind her, and placed the bag containing her dress on top of the quilt that had been handmade by her grandmother. She reached inside, pulled it out, and lied the gown across the fabric of it.

Let me get a good look at it so I can see about what kind of shoes I need to wear with it.

She took a step from her queen sized bed made from some of the oak trees behind her temporary home in her granny's woods. Her eyes danced across the pattern work of it, as well as the style, soaking it all in.

Hmm…Looking at this dress…I believe that my dark brown boots would look perfect with it, and really pull the whole outfit together.

Emily moved her body down onto its knees, and bent her head down to look underneath her bed.

Stretching from left to right, was a row of shoes and boots that varied in size, shape and color. Some of them were small with little heels, big with big heels, or a combination of the two.

Her eyes moved down the line of footwear she had brought with her there to wear during the summer. She stopped on her pair of dark brown boots that were made of leather and a pair of her shoes that she wore on special occasions similar to that of the one she was going to that night.

There you are.

Smiling, Emily reached underneath the bed, and pulled out into the light the very boots that she intended to wear that night. Her eyes soaked them all in while the creative part of her started to linger on them, and form a visual of them inside of her mind.

Instead of sticking on the boots, her mind started to daydream more, and showed her to be in the very outfit she intended to wear, and the party she was heading into. Emily looked herself over for a moment before she turned her head, and found Mark to be rushing up to her, and pulling her out onto the dance floor. She caught the sound of the song 'T-R-O-U-B-L-E' playing loud and proudly just moments into her dance with her grandmother's helper and the man who had done so much for her in a short amount of time.

The daydream would have went on further but found itself abruptly ended by the sound of a truck door closing, loudly, outside of the house, giving Emily the ability to snap herself back to reality.

What was that noise?

She stood up from the hardwood floor, and placed the boots down onto the bed beside where she had placed her dress. Her curvaceous frame moved over in the direction of the window, and brought up one of her hands to pull the white lace curtain back from it.

Through the glass pane of the window, the sight and sound she had heard was that of Mark climbing inside of his truck, and pulling the driver side door behind him closed, firmly. The next noise that shortly followed that was of him revving up the loud and powerful engine of the truck before he spun the vehicle around in a circle and heading in the direction of the very country road that they had traveled on together to get her back to her grandmother's home.

Looks like he is in a hurry to get ready for tonight…and I am feeling the same way.

A smile washed across her face as she watched his truck move on down the beaten path to where his home was nearby before she removed herself from the window, and headed in the direction of where her personal shower was built on to that room.