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Like a predator, Jon watched with great interest as his prey trailed behind a group of elderly men. She was easy to spot of course, merely because her image had been tattooed in his mind. She wore to impress today, her pink t-shirt hugged her curvaceous torso which he eyed with great interest, her legs filled her jeans, showing off the curve of her ass to Jon's liking. Blowing off a puff of smoke, Jon approached her fast, his sudden appearance surprised her. He liked the way that she shivered when he touched her and loved it even more when her big, hazel eyes landed on his face.

'Hello sunshine,' with a grin he greeted her as he dragged her with him towards the back of the building, her elderly companions went on their way inside, unaware that she was no longer following. Pinning her against the back wall of the building, his blue eyes ravished the sight before him and Jon licked his lips in desire. He had the urge to tell her she looked pretty but Jonathan Good is not a man to compliment a woman that way.

'J-Jon, I should go back to my grandfather,' Annie began, crinkling her nose as she watched him blow out a cloud of smoke, the heinous smell of tobacco welcomed her. Jon witnessed her obvious dislike regarding his fag and dropped the burning, unfinished cigarette to the concrete ground, crushing it with his shoes, distinguishing and destroying it.

'I'll wait for you here after the show princess, you and I, alright?' he told her, it was more of an order than a question. Annie looked at him with her hazel eyes wide, wondering to herself what this man is up to. 'Alright, Annie?' he asked again when he didn't get a response.

'Y-Yes, here, I'll meet you here,' quietly, she replied, a big wide smile appeared on his face, his dimples flashed and Annie almost melted, she was charmed with just one smile. She recalled their last exchange the last time they were together. He kissed her, it was their first kiss and although it lacked romance as what she hoped, it was filled with need and desire. Would he kiss her again now?

'Atta girl,' chuckled Jon, shoving his hands in the back pocket of his jeans in an attempt to stop himself from reaching towards her and touching her. 'Get your ass inside the building, I'll wait for you here later.'

Jon watched her ran inside the building in hopes to catch up with her companions, his eyes glued onto her ass. The footsteps approaching him from behind earned his attention moments later when Annie had disappeared inside the arena. Jon turned around and saw Rob, a smirk on the big man's face. 'The great Mox is in love,' Rob mused teasingly, a twinkle in his eyes.

Frowning, Jon dug his pockets for his box of cigarettes. 'I'm not as pathetic as you are Roberto,' grumbled Jon, 'I am not in love,' he announced icily, Rob backed away with his hands up in the air but he continued to laugh, chuckling to himself. 'I don't fall in love, I'm not an idiot like you.'

'You can say it all you like, Jon,' chuckled Rob as he watched Jon began to walk away. 'We both know that a time will come when you're going to take all you said back!' he called out and Jon replied by slamming the arena's back door shut loudly.

Annie felt more comfortable watching the wrestling match this time. There were less bloody scenes and that's all she could ever wish for. She sat in a row with her grandfather and his friends and this time, they were a bit further from the ring, their position on the 4th row in comparison to their front row position the last time Annie watched the show. A strong part of her waited for Jon to appear, it was him after all who told her to come after they kissed the other day.

Halfway through the show with the audience restless, Annie saw Jon's familiar tall figure appear. Heat crawled up her neck at the realisation that he wore nothing but a pair of black trunks, the rest of his immaculate physique was available for her eyes to witness, from his well-defined chest to those strong, muscly legs. His hair was a whole heap of mess as usual, it was damp and his curls clung onto his forehead. Annie's gaze landed on the woman trailing behind him, a slender brunette, dressed trashy in a black crop top revealing as much cleavage it possibly could and a pair of denim shorts that should classified as underwear rather than shorts. Jealousy bubbled within Annie like the green eyed monster that it was and she reminded herself that she has no right to feel jealous. They're just workmates, she reminded herself simply but the fact that the brunette is a lot prettier, sexier and sluttier than her made her feel defeated.

Jon began speaking in the microphone, his words exciting the audience but Annie wasn't concentrating so much on that. Her annoyed hazel eyes were glued onto the brunette who stood next to him, Jon's arm around her. Why is she so green with envy? It took all ounce of effort to convince herself that it's part of the entertainment, Jon and his sexy valet's acts of affection…if you can call Jon's hands all over her as affection. At the end of Jon's promo, the brunette happily leaped in his arms, enveloping him with a seductive kiss and Annie watched it bitterly.

'Looks like you have some tough competition when it comes to owning Moxley,' turning to look at her, Jeff joked, laughing at the bitter expression plastered on his granddaughter's face.

When the match began, Annie was almost pleased to see Jon's opponent winning. He deserves it, after all, he was the cocky one who assured the audience he'll break his opponent's arm and he's the one who's been all over his brunette valet since he entered the ring. Obviously on the verge of losing, Jon took his frustrations out on his valet who cheered for him on ring-side. Annoyed, he shoved his own valet to the ground and kicked her head, just to be a sadistic prick. Annie doesn't know whether to feel pleased at that action or shocked.

After the show, Annie parted with her grandfather and his friends. She didn't have to say anything to Jeff for the older man merely gave her a grin and a pat in the back followed by his reminder that it's not an O'Sullivan thing to be knocked up while unmarried, it was his own way of sending her a sly message. Annie eventually headed at the back of the building, hoping to meet Jon there.

'Took you a while, sunshine,' his familiar raspy voice spoke the moment she stepped in his line of sight. Annie took the opportunity to scan his form, wondering if he's alright physically after he got his ass kicked tonight. He wore his black leather jacket for the chilly night along with a familiar pair of jeans that she noted he often wore. She could smell his body spray from where she stood and was tempted to kiss him. Would she taste the other woman's lip gloss on his lips if she does?

'Why do you want to meet up, Jon?' she brushed the urge to kiss him and decide it's safer to talk than do anything else. He brushed his messy hair off his face and approached her, stopping only when they're close enough for her to feel the heat that radiate from him. 'Do you drink, Annie?' he asked her, his breath smelling like mint and nicotine.

'No,' she replied, looking up to meet his eyes. 'They don't recommend I do, I was born with a weak liver,' she added, Jon was stunned to hear this new type of information.

'You don't drink, you don't like cigarettes, what else don't you do that's fun?' chuckled Jon, the sound of his laughter drifting with the air. 'Let me guess, are you a virgin too?' teasingly, he asked, that question made Annie blush bashfully as she turned away from him, in hopes he didn't see how red her face has gotten, but he did.

'My sex life is none of your business Jon,' she muttered under her breath, further earning nothing but his smug laughter. 'I'm sorry to be killjoy but your definition of fun and mine are two very different things-,' she started only to be interrupted by him.

'Show me then, Annie, show me how you define fun,' he challenged her. A smile crept onto her lips this time as she turned to face him, Jon smiled back with his dimples flashing. Little did he know that he is up for an adventure the moment he allowed her to show him her definition of fun.

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