Chapter 18

Summerslam went off without a problem and, even being short-handed since Tabitha was still puking her brains out, Tressa and Suzanne got through it with flying colors. Everything was done in a timely manner and they worked as a well-oiled machine. Tressa hadn't gotten any text messages from Jon and figured he was busy, so she didn't bother him and focused on her work. Tonight, she wore a black skirt with a white WWE logo buttoned-up polo, looking a little nicer than normal. Suzanne was in black leggings and kept complaining how her ass was way too big for them. Vince had dinner catered, just like every pay-per-view event, though Summerslam was one of the major four shows out of the year.

Royal Rumble, WrestleMania, Summerslam, and Survivor Series were the main four. Her hair was up in a fanned bun on top of her head, having the hairdresser, Jan, do it really quick in between taking care of the women wrestlers. She hadn't asked Jan to do her hair in a long time, so when she approached the woman, Jan hugged her tightly and told her to sit on her backside in her chair. Tressa didn't tell her what happened, deciding Jon, Colby and Joe were the only ones, besides Vince, Stephanie, and Paul, who needed to know her personal business.

Once again, Jon left her alone and didn't text her or contact her, not even coming to visit her at the seamstress station. Tressa tried not to let it bother her, pushing it to the side, and left the arena with Suzanne after the woman convinced her to go out after the show. Going back to the hotel alone didn't sound very good, so Tressa reluctantly agreed to go for an hour or two, but first, she had to change her top. There was no way she was going out wearing a WWE logo polo and Suzanne agreed, also needing to change. She ordered Tressa not to wear any black, wanting the woman to be in color for a change, and Tressa admitted she didn't really have anything.

Suzanne loaned her a silver sleeveless top that went with her black skirt and Tressa had to admit, it did look better than all black. She looked down at her wedding ring, contemplating if she should take it off and leave it on, deciding she wasn't ready for that step yet. It would also keep prowlers at bay as well if men thought she was married…hopefully. Suzanne begged to do her makeup and Tressa caved, making it clear she didn't want to look like a whore. Suzanne gave her smoky eyes, peach gloss, and foundation, making her grey eyes pop. An hour later, the women were on their way out of the hotel arm in arm, headed to wherever Brooklyn took them.

Colby called it a 'detox', whatever the hell that meant. Jon had tried to get his cell back, but once he had given it to his friend, they had both claimed it. It was the same thing he had tried to do to Tressa except for Colby and Joe when together could actually stop his ass. Jerks. They kept him up on texts and alerts, and let him answer business calls, but they were adamant he 'take a few days' because it wasn't natural to be up someone's backside apparently. Liars. It was perfectly natural.

"You can have it back at the end of the night, okay? When we're done partying." Colby teased, combing his freshly washed hair out. "This is our last night keeping you away from her, and you're going to quit your damn moping."

Tressa had to be led where to go and what to do by Suzanne, feeling completely out of her element. She was on the dance floor currently, trying to sway her hips, but honestly, she was a horrible dancer. The most she'd ever done, dancing-wise, was slow and that had only been with her husband, no other man. Tressa hadn't gone to prom in high school or school dances, staying home instead since she was a nerd. After a few shots of Vodka, however, she began loosening up a bit more with Suzanne as they let loose on the dance floor together, laughing when Suzanne stumbled against her.

"Whoa, easy there, girl! Come on, let's take a breather!" She shouted, guiding Suzanne off the dance floor and finding their table. Both women had brought wallets that were securely in their back pockets, so they didn't have to deal with carrying purses throughout the night. They also made sure not to leave their drinks unattended either and finished them off before leaving their table, just to be on the safe side.

Jon had no idea how long she had been here, but he knew he had been in this packed, two-story club for over an hour and this was the first he had seen her. She looked…gorgeous. Tressa was wearing color and makeup, and he was a bit amused that liquid courage had made those delicious hips of hers more confident out on that dance floor. He had been approached many times and he had sent them all to Joe, who wasn't amused because Joe was very married.

"Fine, go." Colby sighed, leaning over the railing to see what had Jon's attention. Across the floor, dropping into a chair was Tressa, looking happy and…like she was having fun. "Just remember, we did this for your own good." He slapped the cell back into Jon's palm.

"Uh-huh." He was already gone.

Suzanne was telling her a story about what her teenage daughter had done the last time she was home. She had caught the girl in a very…precarious position with a boy in her living room. Suzanne was in her 30's and had a 16-year-old daughter, Cynthia, who tested her patience everywhere she turned. Suzanne had her at the tender age of 15 and, against all odds, raised her the best she could. Having this job with WWE made finances a lot better, but Cynthia resented Suzanne for always being gone and being forced to stay with her grandparents instead of home alone. Tressa couldn't help laughing as Suzanne explained how she put the fear of GOD into the boy, who ran out of the house like his backside was on fire.

"And then I…Oh, hello Ambrose." Suzanne waved three fingers at him with a grin, having a nice buzz going on.

"Wait, what?" Tressa turned her head and looked up into the deep blues of Jon, feeling her heart skip a beat. He was in one of those muscle tanks that really showed off his trapezoids and tight blue jeans that looked like they were painted on. "Hi…" What the hell was he doing here in a place like this?

Suzanne smirked, deciding to give them a minute alone, and went to go get a refill at the bar.

To be fair, Jon was sort of wondering the same thing about her. This was not a place he would have pegged as a hangout for Tressa. Not that he didn't enjoy seeing her out and smiling, having a good time, because he did. It was normal, and maybe that's what she needed. Also, she was smoking in that get-up. "Hi." He took Suzanne's freshly vacated seat, sweeping his eyes over that silver top. "So…" He drummed his long fingers on the tabletop. "I think you should come dance with me." And he was right back on his feet again, already reaching for her hand.

"Since when do you dance?" Tressa asked curiously, allowing Jon to guide her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms, their bodies aligned together.

Not even a piece of paper could be pushed between them. Jon was full of surprises as they began swaying slowly together, the song equaling their movements. This was more her pace instead of what she'd been doing with Suzanne earlier.

"Suzy made me come out tonight, by the way. I told her I was going back to the hotel and she convinced me otherwise. And then she made me wear silver because all black is too fucking depressing." She rolled her eyes at that. "Her words, not mine."

"Well, I for one, am grateful to Suzy Q. because you're looking gorgeous in silver." All black was fine and could be hot, except he knew she wasn't wearing all black to enhance her looks, so much as she just didn't give a rat's ass these days. He liked that she had let Suzanne gussy her up, it meant on some level, she was starting to care again. "I haven't been…ignoring you, much." He said after a moment, knowing going from being around each other nearly 24/7 to nothing, not even a text message, was pretty crappy on his end. "The guys confiscated my cell for a few days."

"It's fine, Jon, really. I've been…clingy to you this past week and I didn't mean to be. It's just…I was alone for so long after Joseph passed away and…I pushed everyone away because…" They weren't you, she finished that statement in thought, lowering her eyes from him to look at his chest. "You and I have always had this deep connection to each other, so when you returned last week, I couldn't help letting you in. Colby and Joe are nice and everything, but I just didn't want to feel connected to anyone else. I even tried pushing you away and you bulldozed your way through." Tressa looked back up at him, reaching up to caress his bearded face. "It's one of the reasons I agreed to stay with you at your house in Vegas because…I don't want to be alone anymore or disconnected, you know?"

Jon wasn't about to tell her WHY they had confiscated his cell phone, not after that bulldoze comment. Is that what he did? He frowned slightly, staring down into Tressa's face intently. "I'm glad to hear it, darlin'." He brought a hand up to cup the one of hers that was still against the side of his face, squeezing gently. "Is bulldozing bad, Tres?" He had to lower his head, so she could hear him over the music when it changed, there was a lot of bass, and he liked it. It got his blood pumping, not that he overly needed help in that area.

She was doing a great job with that by herself.

"No." She spoke in his ear as well, pressing herself closer to him, and kissed his neck softly. "I'm glad you did it and you kept pushing me because opening up to you helped me. You made me feel more alive than I have felt in months, Jon." Tressa pulled back to look up into his eyes, thankful she was wearing two-inch heels because at least she was two inches taller than him and he didn't have to strain as much to talk to her or dance. "I unloaded a lot on you and you took it all in stride. If you need a night or two or three, however many, without me to be with the boys or by yourself, take it. Because there will be nights I just want to be left alone to wallow in my grief and I know that's normal too."

"Kitten, I just spent a few nights with the boys. You got me spoiled, they reminded me that men in groups are disgusting creatures." He joked, knowing eventually she would definitely want time away from him, especially if he kept going down the path his mind was already meandering down. She had said friends, she didn't want to ruin their friendship. "You can unload on me anytime, Tres, that's what I'm here for." He hadn't meant for it to come out husky, his rasping voice dropping an octave, but it did. His offer of a shoulder sounded a bit more of a come-on. He was batting solids tonight for sure.

Her cheeks tinged red when he said those words, her forehead pressed against his shoulder because she too was warring with herself over him. "Jon…" His name came out in a whimper, turmoil filling her grey eyes because she did want him sexually. The sound of his gritty, raspy voice did not help matters and she could already feel the pool forming in her panties. "I'll always want to spoil you, Daddy. And for the record," Her hand slowly slid up his rock-hard chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the thin material of the muscle shirt he had on. "You can unload on me anytime you want to. I'm always here for you."

Jon just barely managed to stifle the groan, knowing damn well it would come out tinged with the lust he was currently feeling. He definitely did not want to unload on her, more like he wanted to unload IN her. Thank God for tight jeans and blue balls, well...maybe not the second one. "Promises, promises, kitten…" He rumbled, his face inches from hers.

Her tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip and he was done for, leaning in to brush his lips to hers. Tingles and warmth instantly spread through every orifice of her body the moment his lips touched hers. It was the softest of kisses and Tressa craved more, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in her head again. Jon was her friend! What was she doing? Did she really want to risk their friendship being destroyed for a couple of hours of sex? Tressa couldn't pull away from him, feeling his arms tighten around her, and wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss deepening.

"Jon…" She mumbled against his lips, slowly breaking the kiss to look up at him with stormy smoldering greys, caressing his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. "Y-You're not making this easy, Daddy…" Tressa kissed him again this time, harder, and moaned as they tasted each other right on the dance floor. "Take me somewhere we can be alone…" She spoke against his lips, completely contradicting herself and the desire was evident in her tone.

"Now kitten," He nipped her bottom lip with a soft growl. "You know damn well I don't ever do anything the easy way, always hard." And he rolled his hips against hers, feeling her body leaning into his almost as if in response. They had been batting around each other and he had even allowed himself to be kept away from her. Obviously, he wasn't about to walk away from her anytime soon, he couldn't. He had sort of tried and failed miserably. "You sure, Tressa?"

He'd give her one last chance to tell him no, to tell him to fuck off, to change her mind. Then, if she was still in the right frame of mind, he'd take her somewhere and fuck her until she forgot everything, including her own damn name. Stepping back, Tressa took his hand and walked off the dance floor with him, making their way through the crowd until they made it outside in the warm fresh air. Suzanne was busy talking to some young buck inside, so she knew the woman wouldn't mind if she bounced early. Keeping hold of Jon's hand, she made her way to the parking lot and felt him spin her around to where their chests collided, his hand cupping her face before plundering her lips again.

"I-I want you…but…this is all I can give you, Jon." Her eyes searched his intently, wanting to make it clear if they had sex, that's all it would be between them. Just sex. "I'm damaged and you know that, so if you want to go down this road with me, sex is all it can be between us. I'm sure I want you, but…are YOU sure you'll be okay with it just being sex between us? Are you really sure you want to go down this road with me?" If not, she would find someone else to get her rocks off with, who didn't mean nearly as much to her as he did.