Chapter 5 – What Would Happen If We…

Thursday came and went; by Friday Lizette found herself back on the road with the WWE. Friday, Saturday and Sunday went just as fast. By Monday night Lizette found herself sitting in the arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

She was sitting in the Diva's locker room trying to buckle her hunter green heels around her ankles. They matched the hunter green satin dress she had on. It was a one shoulder strapped and stopped mid-thigh. Amora had been a great and did her make-up. Lizette couldn't find green anything and Amora stepped up and found her green eye shadow; she always was a life saver.

"Is your dad going to do WrestleMania 31?" Lizette asked Amora.

Amora shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea what pop is doing. Every time he calls it's to check up on me and make sure Hunter isn't screwing with my contract. He's such a worry wart sometimes. He won't talk about any of his matches. You know him, he loves to surprise everyone; even me."

"Your dad is so stubborn." Lizette giggled.

"Yes – yes he really is." Amora chuckled as she pulled up her knee pads. "But he's dad what am I going to do?"

Lizette looked up at the monitor as Roman's music blared through the arena. "He almost caught me having a puke party at Vanessa's on Wednesday. She covered thankfully and told him we thought I had food poisoning."

Amora leaned over and covered Lizette's hand with her own. "You know you're going to have to tell him eventually. You can't keep it from him for forever. Can you imagine what would happen if Vanessa slipped and told him? And then he found out his whole family knew and DIDN'T tell him?"

Lizette cringed. "I know - I know! He'd be one pissed off Samoan. I just…I just don't know how to even start that kind of conversation and right now I just want him to get a healthy dose of the same 3 months silent treatment that he gave me for no good reason."

"What if he had a good reason?" Amora asked softly. "Look I'm not taking his side. You're my best friend, but what if…what if he had a good reason a REALLY good reason and he just couldn't tell you?"

"Short of contracting some kind of incurable disease that is contagious his reason had better be fuckin excellent. I mean so God damn good the president of the United States would shut down the airports and borders for." Lizette pointed out. "I've been through everything in my head and I'm still at a loss. I don't know what I did wrong. Because if it wasn't anyone else, then it had to be me; it had to be my fault that he blew up and pushed me out of his life."

Amora nodded. "Yea, I guess you're right. If Baron ever did that to me he balls would be hanging from my Christmas tree." She smirked before cocking her left eyebrow up. "Then I'd feed his dick to my neighbors cat."

"How is Mr. Corbin doing these days?" Lizette asked with a smirk of her own as she waited for Wade to come get her for his dark match.

"He's doing just fine. I've got no complaints. The lone wolf had me howling over our days off." Amora giggled out.

"Oh I just bet he had you howling; along with biting and scratching at your fleas." Lizette teased.

"Bitch I don't have fleas." Amora snapped at Lizzy's playful banter.

"Could've fooled me…"

"Lizzy you ready to go love?" Wade's thick English accent interrupted their conversation.

"Yea you need to take her before I spank her ass for her for telling me I got fleas." Amora threatened.

Lizette stood up and took Wade's offered arm before she turned and stuck her tongue out at her best friend. She tucked her ass and scooted forwards just barely missing the swat Amora was going to land on her ass.

Wade laughed at the girls antics. They had been that way since they started in the company a couple of years ago. They brought laughter to the company and the backstage area with their antics, arguing and banter. Wade could tell their bond was unbreakable; he felt sorry for anyone who tried to get between them or tried to pit them against each other. He feared instant bodily harm would come to whoever tried something stupid with them.

Wade felt Lizette stop walking and he looked over and saw her staring at the monitor as she watched Roman in the ring. Wade wasn't stupid he knew she missed him something fierce, but the ex-Shield member had hurt her and until he fixed it she would just continue to watch him when he was in the ring and pretend he didn't exist backstage when he was around her.

"Lizzy, what's the matter?" Wade asked softly.

"I don't understand why creative is having Paul go after Roman. It's ridiculous and it makes no sense. Every interview he did while he was out; they had him verbally attacking Rollins. So fans were expecting one thing and now they are getting another."

Wade shrugged. "I'm not sure love. Maybe Reigns asked to start out with Paul because he knows he's a slower opponent and he won't have to work as hard for his first couple of weeks coming off his Hernia surgery. I mean Doc Sampson wouldn't have cleared him to wrestle if he didn't think he was at a top 100%, but maybe Roman just wants to go slow to be sure. Anytime you come off an injury you are always cautious to begin with because you have a healthy fear of re-injury." Wade tried to reason with her.

Lizette nodded. "Yea, I guess it seems reasonable. I've never had an injury before so I'm not sure how I would feel, but I'm sure I would feel the same way."

"Take it from me; someone who is surprised he is still employed here because of all my injuries. You get injured, you have surgery to fix it and you heal, you do physical therapy to strength back up and you get released to come back to the same job that caused the injury and your insecurities overwhelm you and you start legitimately worrying that it will happen the minute you climb through the ropes again." Wade explained as they continued down the hall.

"It goes away eventually right?" Lizette asked.

"Yea, it takes a couple of matches or a couple of weeks, but you eventually forget all about it." Wade stated as they came to the Gorilla Position.

Wade's music began to blare through the speakers as they walked out and were greeted by the fans cheering.

Icy blue orbs watched as her heels clicked against the concrete floor of the arena. He could tell by the way she stared down at her tablet that she was fully concentrating on whatever she was working on. She definitely didn't see him watching her.

A smirk curved his lips as he watched her hips swaying back and forth. He had realized soon into his pursuit of her that she was no fool. She wanted a man who wasn't going to play with her heart or hurt her. He'd taken her to dinner a few times and it always ended with a soft kiss on the cheek.

Last night, however he had finally been able to sample her luscious lips with his and he nearly cam in his pants like a twelve year old little boy with his first erection. He wrapped his long muscled arms around her waist and drew her closer to his body and she moved her soft curves against him and he almost fell to his knees to pray for forgiveness for all his dirty thoughts. At that point God wasn't letting him in Heaven and then Devil was turning him away from hell because they were so bad.

Dean ran his fingers through his unruly auburn blonde curls. His tongue came out and wet his bottom lip as he slowly and quietly began to follow her as if he was minding his own business. She didn't realize it but she had calves he could suck on all day long. Her body was in a black draped sleeveless skinny cotton dress and it clung to her curves as if it were painted onto her body. Her black hair hung down to her waist with its honey blonde ombre color half way down swayed with her hips and her tight apple bottom ass. He couldn't WAIT to sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of her pert ass, but he would; he would bide his time.

Until then…what was the harm with a little playing?

Jillian stepped into her office and flicked the light on and three second later the light flicked off in the darkness she heard the door close and the lock click. "Okay what the sam hell is going on?" She asked into the darkness.

Jillian squeaked out as a large hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her back against an equally large and firm chest. She shuttered as a nose skimmed the side of her neck and could hear the person smelling her. She didn't move a muscle. She could've almost bet who it was, but she wasn't going to say a word. She wanted to see what he was going to do and where he was going exactly.

His lips softly kissed her sensitive neck. He released her throat as his hands found her tiny waist before he walked around and stood in front of her; his hand found her hair as he grabbed a handful and pulled her head back gently and nibbled on her exposed throat. Her throat was beautiful and her skin was firm. He could taste her perfume on the tip of his tongue that she sprayed on her pulse points. It was bitter but he didn't give a shit.

His hands ran up her curvaceous body and cupped her perky breasts in his hands as he thumbed her nipples though the cotton dress and her lace bra. His lips moved up the side of her neck before taking her lips with his. They were soft and tasted of Strawberry lip gloss. He groaned inwardly at the feel of his tongue brushing against hers. He sucked her bottom lip between his lips to bring the kiss to an end.

Dean slowly lowered himself to the floor as he pushed both of her hands behind her back and into his left hand. His right hand busied itself by pushing her dress up around her thighs. He inhaled her scent as he pressed his nose against her lace panty covered slit and inhaled even deeper. He let the scent of her arousal race through his body until the blood in his veins we're live lava.

His right hand slipped under her dress and started tugging down her lace panties once they got to mid-thigh they fell the rest of the way around her ankles he had her step out of them before pushing them into his front pocket. His hand went back to her silky soft thigh as he lifted her left leg and placed it on his right shoulder.

A gasp tumbled from Jillian's lips when a nose pressed to her freshly waxed mound. She'd never been so happy that she remembered to wax the day before. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt a wet warm tongue push between her folds as a deep groan vibrated her lady bits.

Her fingers were trying to grab for something…anything, but she couldn't; damn him he had a good grip on her wrists. His hands were huge and she knew…SHE KNEW it was Dean. The groan from his mouth against her mound, the smell of his CK1 cologne that lingered in her closed office space; the way his lips felt against the parts of her body that he kissed and sucked on methodically.

There was no doubt in her mind. Dean Ambrose had come to play…and playing he was and she had ZERO complaints right now.

She felt herself shifting as he moved around on his knees in front of her; she was being gently pushed back and a few seconds later her back was against her office door. He finally let go of her wrists and honestly she could've flipped the light switch on, but why end the playing when she was enjoying it oh so much.

She let out a moan as he lifted her right leg over his left shoulder as he'd done the same to her left when he first began playing. His large hands gripped her thighs keeping them apart so he could get to exactly what he wanted. Jillian had no control of her hands as she tunneled both of her hands through his soft hair.

Oh yes it was Dean.

No one had soft curls like he did when they were dry.

Dean's eyes were adjusted to the darkness and he watched as one of Jillian's hands left his hair as it trailed up her own body until it went up and wrapped in her own hair as if she were losing control; her back arched off the door pushing her delectable pussy further into his mouth. Who was he to deny her? His tongue came up and swiped her clit before he sucked it between his lips. He had her braced against the door well enough; he had no intentions of putting her in a position she could get hurt in.

"Hmmm…."

Her whimper didn't fall on deaf ears. He knew the effect he was having on her body. She fisted her hand in his hair as he released her clit from his lips with a loud pop before pushing his tongue back inside of her. Her audible gasp had his dick so hard if he didn't get inside her body soon it was going to explode or fall off…whichever came first.

He could feel her thighs shaking on his shoulders as he watched her arch her back against the door once more. He reached up with his hand and pulled her left hand from his hair as he pushed his big fingers between her small ones effectively locking their fingers together before pressing the back of her hand to the door as well. With his free hand he slowly pushed two of his fingers into her tight channel and groaned against her core.

Apparently that was all the encouragement she needed as she yelled out; completely shattering to bits as she started cuming in waves. Dean was never one to waste anything as his tongue proceeded to lick and suck every drip and drop of essence that came out of her body. Her flavor was all her own but there was something about her taste that made him heady.

Right now…this moment was about her. Not about him. He'd handle himself at the hotel later. Thank God he'd already had his match or he'd be killing himself beforehand.

He carefully removed her legs from his shoulders as he reached up and pulled her dress down. He stood up and pulled her away from the door before catching her lips with his; letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue in a passionate kiss with promise of more to come.

Jillian was weak in the knees and before she could even process anything she heard the office door open and close. He'd never spoken one word to her as she spun around in the dark office and flipped the light on. Her hazel eyes were wide and looking around and she'd even stuck her head out the door and the hallway was completely EMPTY.

Jillian walked over and sat at her desk as she unlocked her tablet her head shot up at the sudden realization stuck her like lightning.

Damn it!

He took her panties!