Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story under the same name that I am finishing up on and planning to put on Kindle once it is done. 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 Sixteen
Wasting a very little amount of time, Mark pulled up in front of his small but decent sized home that was just the road from his boss's home, and parked it. He shut the vehicle off, and pulled the keys for it out in a series of fluid motions that would cause very little effort to be used on his part.
There is no time for me to play around with. I need to haul my ass inside, and get started on fixing myself up if I am to get to the party on time.
He literally jumped out of the pick-up and rushed towards the concrete porch. Mark pulled open the front door, and moved across the threshold with his right hand pulling it shut behind him.
No sooner had he walked inside, Fang, his solid white, blue-eyed, Siberian husky came running from the kitchen, and up to him with his tail wagging from left to right, repeatedly.
He took the time to kneel down, and give his furry companion a warm hug to thank him for the kind welcome home.
"It is good to see you too, my old friend." Mark said. He spoke to Fang in a calm yet friendly fashion, giving him only the positive parts of him. Leaning back, his face flashed a gentle smile in the dog's direction as he continued to talk to him. "I am sorry, but I have to get upstairs, and start work on getting myself cleaned up for a very special night tonight."
Mark eased his body back to a standing position, and moved up the small set of wooden stairs to the second story of the house. Reaching the top, his heart nearly broke at the sound of his companion downstairs softly whining and howling for him at the bottom of the very steps he had just climbed up.
Fang, you are making this really hard on me…I want to play with you, but I just don't have enough time to do it right now. I promise that we will spend plenty of time together once the dance is done over with, and make it up to you.
He forced his body down the small hallway, and inside of his bedroom. Moving past by his king size bed made from cherry wood, Mark walked right up to where a set of white, double doors were standing, and used his hands to pull them open.
On the other side, a rod stretching from one side to the other on the inside of the closet, there was a plentiful amount of shirts and pants hanging down from it on hangers with a rack of his hats nestled overhead of it.
All right…Let's see about finding something to wear that will knock Emily off her feet, and have her wondering why she ever dated that city boy in the first place.
A faint smirk danced across his face at the thought of taking her breath away in another while he had managed to do that on the first day that they met in a more…personal way.
His hands rummaged through the shirt that hung on the left side of the closet with one another before he pulled out a blue and white patterned top with sleeves that would go down to his elbows. He took only a few moments to look it over before he tossed it towards the direction of his bed, and watched it fall down onto it in a neat way.
Well, there is my top. Now…I need to find the right pants for it.
Mark redirected his attention back to the closet, and focused it on where his pants were neatly hanging on the opposite side with the shelf above them that held all of his cowboy hats. As he did with his shirts, his hands moved over the pans, looking for the right pair of denim jeans to wear.
Looks like you don't need my help with this since you are doing a fine job with getting the right clothes together at the moment.
He pulled down a nice pair of denim jeans, and retrieved his denim, wide brimmed hat like the one he had on at the moment from the top shelf while he listened to the sound of his conscience's voice whispering to him.
You would be right.
Mark placed the pants and hat alongside the top he had placed out before he reached down to where his nice pair of black boots were standing at the foot of the bed, and brought them up onto the dark brown comforter as well.
Today, I don't need your opinion on what to wear. I have this all figured out, and what I want to wear for the party.
Good…Now, you just need to work on bathing yourself, and making sure that you are smelling very nice before you leave here today.
Shaking his head, he chuckled at his conscience still finding a way to speak to him in a condescending manner. Mark took only a moment to toss his current hat onto a nearby rocking chair in a corner of the room while he headed out of the room, and moved towards where the upstairs bathroom was located.
Turning the light on in her personal bathroom, Emily walked over to where a glass shower stood. She slid the door opened, and reached over to the nozzle for the hot water. Her right hand gave the knob a few turns until the hot water started to pour from it without mercy or hesitation. She pulled her hand away from it, and placed it upon the silver handle in the middle of it and the one for the cold water only to lift it up, allowing the flood of hot water to pour down from the shower head that hung overhead.
Now…It's time to get out of these clothes, and start on washing myself from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet.
Emily eased herself away from the shower over to where a brown wicker hamper was positioned with several articles of her dirty clothes to be nestled inside of it. She started with the top that had been on her, removing it over the top of her had before discarding it to the hamper. Her hands moved down to the top of her shorts, eased the button and zipper of them open, and slipped the bottoms down towards her feet.
How are you feeling about tonight, Emily? Her inner voice questioned her, curious to hear her silent answer. Are you feeling okay? …Good? …Nervous? …Afraid?
I am feeling a mixture of things at the moment. She spoke with sincere honesty to her conscience while her hands placed the shorts into the hamper before moving to the socks on her feet.
Could you please explain?
Since you asked nicely, I will gladly tell you feeling okay about my ability in getting myself fixed up for tonight, good about getting to let loose at the party, nervous about if Mark will like my look I am going for this evening, and…afraid that he might not like what he sees in me.
Emily, you have no reason to feel nervous or afraid. Mark clearly wants you, and hasn't shown you a single sign of losing interest you at any point in the near future.
Emily deposited her socks into the hamper before she worked her white panties off of her body, and moved then to her bra. She straightened her body up, and looked upon her reflection in the mirror as she removed the strapless undergarment, exposing a secret she had been keeping not only from Mark but also from Granny Belle.
Upon her right firm breast, there was a set of two letters that had been engraved into her soft, fair complexion. They were noticeable right away but only to someone with a sharp eye who could spot it right away.
She lifted her left hand, and let her trembling fingertips dance over an 'S' that had been carved in her with a knife before slipping over to the form of a letter 'B' that had been engraved beside it as well. Even though her face didn't show it, her soul was torn at the secret she held inside of her out of shame of it coming out into the light.
What if he finds out about this mark? I don't know how he will react when he sees this, and finds out how I ended up with it in the first place…
Don't worry about it right now, Emily. You can ponder on it later when the situation arises. Right now…Just focus on getting cleaned up, and looking forward to a wonderful night with a man that cares so much for you.
A shy yet warm smile moved across her face due to the words of motivation coming from her conscience. There was no need to linger on what she held inside of herself when she had a great night ahead of her that would be spent in the arms and company of Mr. Mark Callaway.
She dropped her hand away from the scar on her breast, and headed to the hot shower with her focus shifting from a part of her past to being on getting cleaned up and looking perfect for the evening ahead.