Chapter 43

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!"

Dean didn't cringe or move when Roman came stalking into the dressing room they shared together, not blaming the man a bit for losing his temper. Lilianna had crossed a line that was unforgiveable. Dean couldn't believe what he'd witnessed on the monitor during that segment and was sure Roman's head would explode. His face was a mass of bruises and tiny cuts from all the thumbtacks, 60 to be precise, they had to pull out of his flesh the previous night. That was just his face, not including the rest of his body. He had over well over 100 thumbtacks in every major limb and he wasn't feeling the greatest tonight.

"HOW THE FUCK IS SHE WITH SETH? FIRST, AJ STYLES AND NOW SETH?! WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE THINKING?! SHE'S LOST HER GODDAMN MIND!"

"I don't know, man." Even his voice was lower than usual and full of pain, though Dean refused to take any kind of painkiller.

Roman couldn't handle this, throwing the WWE title belt across the dressing room and watched it bounce off the cinderblock wall. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything right now except the shredding of what was left of his heart. Lilianna hadn't told him she was still friends with that dick! It was obvious they were more than friends due to that kiss she gave his nemesis! Hell, she didn't even kiss AJ when it was announced she would be part of The Club! Snarling, Roman tore at his black hair and threw a steel chair next, not realizing it nearly hit Dean.

"HEY! WATCH IT, ASSHOLE!" Dean bellowed, immediately regretting it and clutched his pounding head, groaning. "Fuck."

"Did you know she was talking to that prick?!" Roman demanded, trying not to accuse Dean of deception, but he had no idea who to trust anymore.

Dean narrowed his eyes, standing from the chair and shot icicles at his best friend. "Oh yeah, sure, Lilianna came up to me and said she's been talking to Seth all this time and I kept it from you." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Roman, calm the fuck down. Why do you even care who she's talking to or with anymore? You don't want her because of your mother's disapproval, right?"

Lisa had made it clear Roman was never to bring that wretched harlot into her home again. "Yeah…"

He remembered trying to convince his mother not to hate on Lilianna, but the woman had been steadfast. She'd been right; Lilianna was nothing more than a whore! Now she was flaunting her lovers in his face and Roman wanted to destroy every one of them, especially Seth Rollins. Seth was the reason Roman's WrestleMania moment had been destroyed at the biggest event of the year! The company had decided to send the fans home happy because Roman couldn't get over with them, which he could care less about. That was why they went with Seth as being champion and it pissed him off to the point where he ended his friendship with the piss ant.

"So, stop getting worked up, get to Money in the Bank and destroy him in front of her. Simple as that."

"I'm gonna fuck him up and send him packing out of the company again. Bank on that!"

Another chair went flying seconds later.

Why wasn't Jecina surprised to see both Jon and Dean qualify for the Money in the Bank ladder match at the event?

Jon would be the death of her with all of these dangerous matches he was involved in lately. The Asylum match nearly sent her into cardiac arrest and now he was going to be in a ladder match?! Why couldn't he give himself time to heal up? His back was still heavily bruised and it probably wouldn't be fully healed before Money in the Bank arrived. Jecina was worried he'd end up pushing himself too hard and sustain a devastating injury like Seth had.

After her talk with Lilianna and Gabriella, Jecina had to get back to work since it was still early in the night. She had to refill trays of food and decided to make some desserts for the homeless shelter she would be dropping leftovers at on the way to the hotel. It was something to do to get her mind off things…and it was at FULL capacity. Lilianna had gone into detail about her feelings for Seth, after vowing to never give a wrestler her heart again. It didn't matter how strong of a connection and bond they had, she would not destroy the friendship she'd built with Seth to pursue a relationship that may or may not work out.

Throughout his relationships with Liliya and Michelle, while she was with Randy and then Roman, Lilianna always had an underlying deep love for Seth Rollins. Because they were with other people, however, the timing was always off and they never got a chance to actually be together. Granted, she loved Randy and Roman with everything inside of her, but neither of them had her heart. Lilianna was in love with them too, but a person could be in love with someone while their heart remained shackled by another. She would've walked down the aisle with either of them, if they weren't such douchebags, because she truly did feel she wanted to marry them at the time. Not to mention, deep down, in her heart, Lilianna was certain Seth did not feel the same way she did for him.

And still didn't.

Jecina wasn't so sure about that and neither was Gabriella.

The conversation had turned away from Lilianna's bombshells and confessions to Gabriella admitting she wasn't happy with her lover anymore. It was tearing her apart not being able to tell her closest friends about him and finally, she did. She dropped the name, after swearing them to secrecy and Jecina was STILL floored over it. Everything made sense after Gabriella explained it to her, but she could NOT believe WHO she was spending her time with. The man had been recently divorced and didn't want people knowing for fear of judging her because of her callup from NXT. It really did make Jecina and Lilianna wonder if she was only called up because of her pussy and not her natural in-ring ability.

Gabriella had the same fear.

There was a great deal of stress throughout her friendship group, so Jecina decided tonight was not the right time to tell them about her engagement to Jon. Maybe at Smackdown! tomorrow night she would be able to do it. Jon told her he didn't care who she told or if the whole world knew. He just wanted to marry her, claim her as his own completely, give her his last name and spend the rest of his life with her. The ONLY thing holding her back from being completely happy and elated over the engagement was the draft. The possibility of them being ripped apart because of the draft ate a hole through Jecina and caused her trust issues to skyrocket.

"Do you have any idea how fuckable you look right now?"

Her deep thoughts were severed instantly and Jecina jumped, not expecting anyone to come see her in the kitchen. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the trainer's room relieving that back?" She scolded softly, feeling Jon walk up to wrap his arms around her waist and stopped stirring the batter in the bowl.

His lips caressed her neck and bare shoulder, enjoying the fact she had an off the shoulder top on and caressed her sides with his strong hands. "Mmm my back is fine, precious…stop worrying…" He rumbled in her ear, feeling her shiver and could feel his dick hardening in his jeans. "You drive me crazy when you wear a skirt, you know that?"

"I am not fucking you in this kitchen, Moxley." Jecina stated sternly, though she couldn't help melting at the feeling of his lips anywhere on her body. It always ignited her. "Congratulations on your win tonight." She wanted to be supportive instead of always nagging at him to be careful, but it was hard when this man was very reckless.

"Do you mean that?"

Jecina turned, her back pressed against the table edge and reached up to brush some hair out of his eyes. "Yes. I know you've worked very hard to get here and now you have the opportunity to win that briefcase and become champion. I'm proud of you. I worry about you, yes, but never doubt how proud I am either."

"Mmm my little precious sweet talker…" Jon chuckled huskily, pressing his body to hers and gripped handfuls of her backside underneath the skirt. "Such a luscious ass…"

"Moxley…" Jecina moaned out, trying to make it sound like a warning, but he'd gotten her hot and bothered, her body crying out for the attention. "You do realize, when we get married, the sex might dwindle down between us, right?"

Jon snorted, not believing that for a second and lifted her by her backside to plant her on the table, standing between her legs. "Jina, it'll only die off if we let it. And I'm never gonna leave my wife hanging, I promise you that."

Her face flushed a crimson red as Jecina felt his lips once again seal to her neck, his hands massaging her breasts. "Jon…not here…" Screwing him at work and in the kitchen, of all places, was not professional and against the rules. Couples could kiss and touch, but Vince preferred them not to fornicate while on the clock. "W-We could get in trouble for this…"

"So? You know I'm all about trouble, precious…and I need to taste you." His teeth nipped her lobe, feeling her tremble again and slid his hand up her thigh to delve past her panties, until he found her already drenched sex. "Mmm, you're already soaking for me…so fucking wet…" He had to have her, consequences be damned.

"Jon…"

"Just think, Jina, for the rest of our lives, after we're hitched, I'll be tongue fucking you and fucking you every day…and you'll love every second of it. Now lean back and give me my snack."

"You're marrying him?"

Jon had just began lowering himself to be eyelevel with her panty covered sex, having pushed her skirt up over her hips, when that irritating voice resonated throughout the kitchen. Jecina's eyes snapped to the double doors, her jaw dropping at the sight of Dean standing there and swallowed past the lump in her throat. How the hell hadn't they noticed he was standing there?! Whenever Jon and Jecina were together, the rest of the world melted away and nobody and nothing else mattered except them and whatever they were doing at the moment.

"I…"

"Yeah, she is, asshole! Now, do you mind getting the fuck out of here so I can eat my future wife out?"

"Mother fucker!" Dean hissed, not believing what he was hearing and zeroed in on the ring on her right ring finger.

The emerald with the black diamonds surrounding it…he had noticed her wearing that ring frequently and it was new. Nobody thought differently, but Dean was perceptive, even injured, and felt his teeth gnash. Jecina was actually going to marry this piece of shit brother of his! Jon had proposed to her, and she accepted or else she wouldn't be wearing the ring! Even if it was on the wrong finger! Dean suddenly couldn't breathe, backing out of the kitchen and had to get out of there. Fresh air…he needed to be outside away from the arena and took off as fast as his throbbing body would allow.

"Fuck!" Jecina shoved Jon away from her and hopped off the table, beginning to run after Dean, but Jon stopped her. "Let go of me, Jon! He's going to tell everyone!"

"So?" Jon refused to let her go after his brother and pulled her back against him, his mouth instantly finding hers. "It was only a matter of time before people cottoned on, Jina. That's too beautiful and nice of a ring to be wearing on your right hand. It SCREAMS engagement." He reasoned, not bothered in the slightest Dean had just overheard their discussion about being married soon.

"Jon, I haven't even told Lilianna and Gabriella yet! Fuck!" Jecina cursed, breaking away from him to start pacing, tearing a hand through her hair. "I was going to tell them tonight. I was going to drop the bomb, but after what happened with Lili and finding out about Seth and Gabriella's lover, I…I didn't want to bog anyone down more with my news! And now they're gonna find out because Dean is a blabbermouth! The whole company is going to know!"

That meant, when the draft happened, if they were separated, the entire company would know she had called the engagement off and left Jon.

Why was Jecina upset over everyone finding out about them? "Do you not want to marry me, Jecina?" He asked in a serious voice, stopping her from pacing and planted his hands on her shoulders, electric blues slightly narrowed. "I'm only asking one more time. Do. You. Want. To. Marry. Me?"

NO, her mind screamed, but Jecina always went with her bellowing heart and nodded, watching him take her hand to pull the ring off her finger. "Jon…"

"Then no more running and hiding. Ambrose will get over it and if he doesn't, fuck him anyway. He doesn't matter, nobody else matters except us and what we choose to do." Jon slid the ring on her left ring finger, where it belonged and passionately kissed her, not realizing just how torn and contradicted his woman felt at the moment.

"I just wish I would've bit the bullet and told the girls tonight." Jecina breathed out, once the kiss broke and wrapped her arms around his neck, his forehead resting against hers. "I love you, Jon. You always find a way to make me see reason when I start losing my head. Thank you."

"Invite the girls out tomorrow for coffee when we get into town." Jon suggested, wanting to make her feel better about this situation and squeezed her backside again. "I'll go workout, you hang with the girls and do your chit-chat and you can tell them then. Just tell them you have something important to tell them. They'll understand why you wanted to keep it secret." He hoped and, again, it really didn't bother him what people thought, not even her friends.

This man had an answer for everything. Jecina couldn't help giggling at his simple logic and pulled away from him long enough to flip the lock on the double doors. Then, right in front of him, she pulled her skirt down her legs and stepped out of them, flicking the material at his face.

"I do believe you made a vow to never leave your future wife hanging, Mr. Moxley." The panties were off next as she hopped up on the table again and watched him stalk her like a predator.

Screwing in the kitchen wasn't a bad idea, after all.

It was the perfect distraction from Jecina worrying about Dean running his mouth about their engagement.