Chapter 25

"Come in!" Vallea called out, busy typing an email on her laptop to send to headquarters about some last-minute changes.

The Bella's had changed their mind and went with a different design, which wasn't a huge deal. Nothing had started printing for them yet, thankfully, so the change wouldn't take long to process. She heard a throat clear and looked up from her screen, tensing at the sight of Seth Rollins in front of her desk. What could he possibly want from her now?

"If you're here to talk about anything else except business, just leave, Mr. Rollins." She was NOT in the mood to be trifled with.

"I can't." Colby grunted flatly, not overly pleased at being here.

After Jon and Stephanie's meeting, he had been called in and had his ass reamed three ways from Sunday because Jon was a tattle-tallying little asshole. He had to do therapy sessions with the abusive idiot, had been fined to hell and back, AND was informed that he had better watch his words from here on out because they could be misconstrued as sexual harassment. Icing on the cake, he was being forced to apologize to her and he hadn't even done anything, technically, to her.

"I apologize, for the words I said about you the other day." He managed to spit out.

That surprised her, her eyes and expression conveying it, and didn't bother standing from her chair. That was it? That was all he came in here for? She hadn't told anyone, not even Jon, what Seth had said to her in her office, so why was he apologizing to her? Did he maybe have a change of heart? She highly doubted it judging by the way he spoke through gritted teeth. What was she supposed to say to him? Anything Vallea said at this point would anger the annoyed man, but she wouldn't leave him hanging.

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Forced or not, it was an apology and she accepted it. "I thought about what you said regarding the artwork and told my boss about it. He's getting together with the team to discuss alternatives for you, so I SHOULD have four new designs for you to choose from next week. If you have any ideas you want to incorporate in your merchandise, let me know and I'll fax them over to the office."

Colby was actually apologizing for calling her a fucking hot bitch, but she didn't know that and he didn't realize she didn't. "Thank you."

That was surprising actually, that she had taken his words into consideration AFTER what he said to her about the 'hot fucking bitch' line being on the shirt. He had meant the bit with what he had said to Jon. As far as he knew, nobody but her knew about what he had said to her. He knew Jon didn't know because Jon would have put his ass through a window.

"No problem, I don't want you unhappy with the product that is brought out for you. You're not the only one who didn't like the designs for this year's WrestleMania, which is why they wanted me to get on this early, just in case changes had to be made." Vallea explained, standing from her chair and shutting her laptop, deciding to finish the email after Seth left. This was a team effort on her part and all of the Superstars, along with WWE. They all had to work together to achieve victory. "Hopefully, you'll be satisfied with the new designs and we can get your merchandise underway."

Well now Colby felt like an asshole. She was a hot…female and she was professional. He had been an ass wipe to her and he knew it. "I am sorry." He said again, this time a bit more genuinely. "And thank you, for the designs. I'll see you next week then." She was decent, he thought as he walked out, flashing Stephanie, who had been waiting just in case she needed to bitch slap him, a thumbs up.

Too decent for the likes of Jon, that was for sure.

There was no reason to be mean to him when he came in here to apologize to her. Seth didn't have to do that. She was a nobody compared to him, someone behind the scenes who took care of merchandise. Vallea wasn't a bitch, not unless the situation called for it. Maybe she should've apologized on Jon's behalf and immediately shook that thought out of her head. No, that was Jon's business and if he wanted to apologize, that was on him. She had no part to play when it came to the issues between Jon and Seth.

"Judging by Seth's reaction coming out of here, I'm assuming everything went smoothly?" Stephanie had poked her head in with a gentle smile to check on Vallea.

Stephanie had been behind Seth's apology; it all made sense now, but Vallea still appreciated it, nevertheless. "It wasn't necessary, but I appreciate him coming in here and apologizing. Thank you, Stephanie."

"Not a problem, but we do need to talk about your…relationship with Dean." Stephanie shut the door, not wanting others to overhear this. "I understand there's been some…talk about him recently throughout the locker room. As long as you remain focused on your job and don't get distracted or sucked into the gossip, as long as you two check your own personal issues at the door when you come to work, all will be fine." It was a talk she'd had with all the other WWE couples.

Vallea nodded in understanding. "I honestly don't see Jon that often when we're at work because we're both so busy." It was the truth. If Jon didn't come to her or they didn't catch each other in catering, she didn't see him until the end of the night. "Hopefully, nothing like this happens again."

"Hopefully." Stephanie got a concerned look on her face and touched Vallea's shoulder. "Just…watch out for Seth, okay? And anyone else who bothers you, please let me know about it."

"I will."

Stephanie put out a PSA that people needed to chill on the gossip as it was causing friction between coworkers. Technically, Vallea wasn't HERS, she was a liaison between companies, but there were other people causing issues for other Superstars. So this just served as a blanket warning and hopefully, things settled down. Sometimes, it was like being a principal of a high school, so many people acted like idiot teenagers. She saw why her father let it go unchecked for so many years; grown-ass people acting like fools brought on mega headaches.

"Jon, we make pretty good money, right?" He grunted in response and she smiled while they drove to the motel from the arena. "I don't think it would hurt us to splurge every once in a while on a hotel room with a jacuzzi. I know how much you love a hot dip after a long night at work. You should treat yourself and I'll even pay for it if that's what you want." Vallea coaxed, caressing the back of his neck in a gentle massage and wanted to work some of the tension out of his body. "You and me in a jacuzzi sounds great, doesn't it?" Jon hadn't mentioned anything about Nick's death and she wasn't bringing it up.

"Sure babe, whatever you want." Tonight had been a cluster of what the fuck. Drake. Stephanie. Seth. His aching arm because it had gotten wrenched weirdly. The trainers had assured him it was nothing damaging or permanent, just a pain that would go away on its own. "They're having a funeral for my friend." He didn't look at her, she already knew. "When…when they have it, would you go with me?"

"Of course, I won't let you go through it alone." Vallea assured him softly, hearing the stammer in his tone, and knew it was difficult for him to talk about. She had noticed him grimacing at his arm and that was one of the reasons she wanted to get a room with a jacuzzi or hot tub. "I have a little confession to make." She gestured with her fingers, showing a small space between them. "I already got us a room at the hotel the WWE is staying at and I made sure they had a jacuzzi in it." Kissing the side of his neck, Vallea snuggled into his side and didn't care about her seatbelt. Screw the rules, her man needed comfort at the moment.

Of course, she had, the woman had the best ideas. Shaking his head, Jon wrapped his arm around her and steered with the other, ignoring the pain. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Nicky." He said quietly, figuring they might as well get this done now while they were in the car, as opposed to comfortable and relaxed in the hot tub. "When I heard he might've…been connected to Ryan somehow, I-" He sighed. "You were already under a lot of pressure and nearly having a breakdown, I was trying not to make it worse, doll."

"I know, it's okay, Jon. At first, I was confused and a little hurt, I admit, that you didn't tell me, but…I understand why you didn't." Being linked to Ryan definitely would've been even more stressful on her and Vallea was at the breaking point already. "I'm sorry you've been dealing with this by yourself. I never want you to feel like you can't come to me and confide in me or vent to me. You're everything to me and you're not alone anymore. You don't have to deal with pain and grief by yourself." His eyes looked down at her, after stopping at a red light, and Vallea reached up to caress his bearded face, seeing the slight wetness in his eyes. She leaned up, brushing her lips against each eyelid and then his lips before he pressed on the gas to drive the rest of the way.

That had gone better than he had assumed it would and he felt like a weight was off his shoulders. Nobody was going to associate Nicky with Ryan, not unless Nicky's dumb ass had told someone he was going to Ohio BECAUSE of Jon. He had destroyed that cell Nicky had had, after deleting everything from him. He had left no stone unturned, so there would never be a connection back to him. He wasn't about to let anyone or anything come between him and Vallea; he loved her a bit too much and was willing to kill for her. It occurred to him that he was definitely a bit more than slightly crazy but that was just going to have to be his little secret.

"Here we are, babe."

"Good, come on. I'll order us some food, we can eat and then we can take that hot dip. I'm gonna work on your arm too."

Pecking his lips, she slid out of the car and grabbed her bag while Jon got his, nursing his hurt arm for the moment. It was his left one, thankfully, not his right surgically repaired one. They walked inside, checked into the suite and Vallea didn't waste time. She ordered two steak dinners with the fixings, since this was a five-star hotel, and then changed into one of the terry cloth robes. After dinner, she fired up the jacuzzi tub and walked up to Jon, taking his hand to guide him toward it. Pulling open the robe, she slid it off his broad shoulders and down his arms, kissing his chest before doing the same thing. Naked, they both sank into the hot bubbly liquid, both groaning at how wonderful it felt. Vallea kissed him, straddling his lap, and felt his arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer, moaning softly.

"Mmm down big boy, not yet. Give me your arm, I'm gonna try to relieve some of your pain with the help of this lovely jacuzzi."

His response was to slide right into her very receptive body, causing them both to hiss out. "Sorry babe doesn't work that way." He growled at her, his mouth moving down the column of her throat. She couldn't straddle him, naked and inviting, and not expect him to take the bait, so to speak. His hands dropped down to her curvy hips, moving her on him. "This is the best pain relief, Val." It was the quickest way to relax every last inch of him.

"Oh god, if you say so…"

Vallea could feel herself spasm around him, stretching her to her limits, and gripped his shoulders as leverage to slam up and down on him. The water constricted them a little, but it felt amazing the combination of his cock inside of her with the hot water. It was obvious Jon wanted her badly or else he would've restrained long enough to let her work on his arm. No, he needed this, he needed her and Vallea would not deny him, tilting her head back when his mouth captured one of her already hardened nipples in his mouth.

Jon could remember when she had made him lay down for a massage and when his erection presented a problem, she had made him lay on his back. She had straddled him then, massaging him, and he had nearly cum like some thirteen-year-old boy by the time Vallea finally let him have his way with her. There would be no repeats of that tonight. The water kept him from putting all his strength into this, which wasn't a bad thing and the feel of her body sliding against his was doing some very wicked things to him. Snaking a hand between them, he used his thumb to stroke her nub.

Best idea ever. The water lapped against the sides as she tried upping the pace, needing to cum more than words could say. More than the air in her lungs or the beat of her thudding heart. His name spilled out of her mouth in a breathy cry as that hot coil within her belly formed and threatened to spring free. Vallea could feel it building, driving him deeper and harder inside of her, as much as the water would allow.

"Cum with me, Jon…" She murmured against his lips, biting lightly on his lower one, and threw her head back, the ecstasy of it all taking over her, making her body shudder and it felt as though she shattered into a thousand pieces against him.

"Not. Happening." He rasped through gritted teeth, beads of sweat forming on his brow from both the hot water and the woman coming apart in his arms.

Jon had every intention of riding this out and making her cum more than once before he even thought about his own release. If not for the fact that she was orgasming, he would have thought Vallea was purposely tightening just to torment him. It was a delicious hell, the feel of her walls clenching and spasming around him.

"Again, Val, you have another one in you, doll." She had several.

She whimpered, not sure if she had another one in her and she was already sensitive from the first orgasm. Her pussy quivered and clenched his dick to near suffocation, holding onto him as his thrusts became even more powerful. Was that possible? Christ, if he wasn't careful his dick would go right through her back wall! Never once did he pull his hand away from her bundle of nerves either, continuously stroking her, forcing her to submit to him again. Vallea cried out hoarsely, not taking long at all to fall apart and surrender to him, giving Jon exactly what he wanted. If he made her go a third time, she may very well pass out.

She went through the pain and pleasure mixture from being over-stimulated and Jon already knew he was going to leave her a quivering mess by the time he was finished. He carefully lifted her up, ignoring her whimpers, and vacated the tub, pulling her along with him. Moments later, he had Vallea bent over the bed, not caring that they were dripping everywhere, and pulled her back by her hips, sliding home again.

"C-C-Can't…c-c-can't…god…"

Vallea was having a hard time breathing, collapsing on the bed in a drenched, trembling heap, her chest feeling as though it was burning. Jon had literally stolen her breath away, the intensity of the bout something she hadn't experienced with him before. Not even up on a mountaintop. There was something…feral and animalistic about tonight she couldn't quite put her finger on. No complaints, she never had a bad thing to say about Jon in bed, but this time was different than the others and she had to catch her breath before she wound up passing out. Coughing, she managed to roll over on her back to stare up at the ceiling and shut her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she slowly regained oxygen to her lungs.

"H-Holy…s-smokes…"

Jon waited until the risk of hyperventilating had passed before grabbing her ankles and hauling her right back towards him, bending down to feather kisses around her naval. Her chest was still heaving, she was red and sweaty all over, her eyes wild…he smirked, feeling rather proud of himself. "You need water." She was probably parched and he reluctantly left her beautiful frame there to retrieve her a bottle from the mini-fridge, handing it over and watching as she chugged it down like she was dying of thirst. "Ready for more, doll?" He teased, running his fingers up the length of her calf and back down again, laughing outright when she whimpered.

"Have you…lost your…mind?!" Vallea could only gape up at him, wondering if he was serious and shivered at the feeling of his lips against her stomach, her tired body already responding to him. "Jon…" He was going to kill her! What had gotten into him? It was as if his hurt arm never happened or he was just ignoring it. That was a huge possibility with him. "Shit, how can you already be raring to go again?" She asked once her voice stopped shaking and settled back to a regular tone. Vallea was sure the explosion he had would've been the end of the night for him, even though it took quite a bit to build up in the first place. Having sex regularly meant his climaxes took longer to achieve, which was a downside to having an active sex life. "You'll have to do all the work, I can't move…"

"Well that's no fun," Jon laughed, dropping down onto the bed alongside her. He lay on his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he studied her. His free hand was nice this time, rubbing her quivering body up and down. "Am I wearing you out, babe?" She had said relax and that was quite relaxing, nothing on him hurt any more thanks to the chemicals and endorphins released by that lusty bout.

He felt great.

"Tonight, yes." She reached her hand up to touch his face and smiled as his lips brushed against her palm. "Let me catch my breath and…maybe I'll have another round in me."

Vallea loved sex as much as the next person and could go multiple times in a night, but after that intensity, she really needed a moment or three to recuperate. Jon had pushed her body to the breaking point, that line where pain and pleasure met and it was exquisite. He began kissing down her neck, just light kisses and his hand slid down her stomach to stroke her sex again, bringing it back to life in the gentlest way. Her pussy was already throbbing from the pounding it took earlier, but somehow, her body was able to respond and Vallea turned her head to catch his mouth with hers.

"Take me again, baby…" Hissing out as soon as he slid past her quivering folds, Vallea was sent right back to that place of where pain and pleasure met.