Chapter 29

"Another nightmare?"

"Yeah…I hate this, Monique. I really do. I miss him so goddamn much…" Vallea had woken up crying again from another nightmare with Jon and called her best friend, the only person she could rely on these days. "I don't know what to do anymore…"

Monique frowned, wishing she had the answers, but she didn't. Nobody did when it came to heartbreak. "You just…maybe you should just quit and come back to the agency. You could work for me again and I'll even up your pay if you want, and you'd be away from Jon. Maybe the nightmares would stop…"

Sniffling, Vallea had to admit the offer was tempting, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to quit. Not over a man and a failed relationship. No, she would stick it out and hopefully, the nightmares would go away sooner or later. "I just wish I could stop loving him. All I want to do is find him and hurt him as much as he's hurt me and then…"

Monique suddenly got an idea and a sly smile curved her lips. "Well, if you want to hurt him the same way he did you…there is a solution to that."

"Don't say it. Please don't say it." Vallea groaned, already knowing where her friend was going with this.

"There is nothing wrong with a little revenge sex, woman. Just find a hot, hunky wrestler on the roster that only wants sex and go to town. Hell, maybe that's what you need to do to start healing and forgetting about him. Fuck someone else and see what happens."

"THAT'S the best advice you can give me?"

"Yup."

Vallea was screwed.

"Just don't tell Joe I said that."

So far, neither Jon nor Vallea had played the 'friend' card on either of them, which was great because their relationship was still going strong and they were trying not to get involved too much in this drama. Joe dealt with Jon and what was said between those two remained with those two. Same with her and Vallea.

"He might not find it as amusing as I do. There's got to be at least ONE guy since Jon you've looked at and went yum."

"I mean…"

Yes, there had been one man she had glanced at more than once and Vallea thought it was too cliché the way he had saved her from being crushed by boxes of t-shirts. Jon had saved her from falling to her death on the Red Rocks and Seth had saved her by pulling her out of harm's way. Why did she have to be with men who saved her? Maybe she had a savior complex. Vallea sighed heavily, hearing Monique coaxing her to say the name and her eyes shut.

"Seth Rollins." She was going to hell in a handbasket.

"CrossFit Jesus himself, eh?" That made Vallea laugh and it did Monique's heart good to hear it. "That's also who Jon attacked because of what he said about you, right?" Monique had gotten the story from both Joe, who had been there and from Vallea, who had heard about it. "Um…how's that working out? My curiosity is pretty peaked right now, Val." Being a wrestling fan and all, Seth was a master in the ring and even she had to admit, his CrossFit workout videos he posted were scrumptious.

Vallea chortled, knowing that would definitely pique Monique's interest, and took a sip of her coffee. "He was an asshole to me at first. Demanded me to call him Mr. Rollins instead of Seth, but I wasn't a bitch to him and actually helped him come up with a design for WrestleMania he loves. The company's first batch wasn't that great, I can admit that. I don't know how it happened we just…well, he came into my office to grab one of the new shirts to wear on Raw and he saved me from being crushed by a bunch of boxes of t-shirts. And he did apologize for his comments towards me, so…I don't know. I'm losing my mind, girl."

"Um, yes, yes you are," Monique agreed, drinking her own coffee since it was morning and probably too early for this conversation. She was game either way. "You have a thing for guys saving you, don't you?" Everyone had a kink, maybe this was Vallea's. Two wrestlers, both saving her, couldn't be coincidental that she found each of them yummy. "Maybe he's not as big an asshat as you thought…" Obviously. Maybe their first time meeting had been tainted because Jon couldn't reign in his temper.

"Maybe. I don't know. I don't know if fucking him will help me though or make me feel better about any of this."

"It's a great stress reliever and it'll get your mind off of it for at least a few hours."

That was a good point too. "Damn it, you're actually making me think about this now. Hell, he's probably not interested since I used to be with Jon…" That was a downfall, but at the same time, he had called her hot. A hot fucking bitch, but still hot. That meant Seth found her attractive to some degree. "Do you really think it's wise for me to fuck someone Jon hates?"

"Who cares? The bastard cheated on you, why should you care what he thinks? It's none of his business who's in your bed anyway."

Vallea had a lot to think about. "A month is too soon, isn't it?"

"For a fuck and duck? Nope."

Vallea started laughing. "A fuck and duck? What, you want me to fuck him and then leave him?"

"Yeah, why not? Make it clear to him that you just want sex and nothing more. Don't go into this with him thinking there's a chance at anything more than hot sex."

"Okay…"

Monique was fairly certain Vallea was going to try this and inwardly cheered her on. She had thought Jon was IT for Vallea, the way they had been. Hell, he had even gone out of his way to befriend her because she was Vallea's best friend. That man was a devil in disguise and deserved all the bad he had coming his way.

"Seriously. Be upfront that it's just sex, most guys like that anyway."

The problem was Vallea had no idea how to go about doing this or approach Seth with the subject. Seth and Jon were facing each other currently at WrestleMania, feuding over the Intercontinental championship. Ever since Vallea began working as a liaison in WWE, she had started paying attention to the product and had to admit, it wasn't half bad. Watching sweaty, muscly guys going at it in the ring, beating the hell out of each other for the sake of entertainment, was kind of hot. Sighing, she hung up with Monique and proceeded to go on with the rest of her day, having a great deal to think about.

Would sleeping with another man really help her get over Jon?

It might not help right away, but something had to be the catalyst to start the process. It was glaringly obvious that Vallea was not over Jon. She was still hurting from what he had done and still grieving their relationship. She needed to jumpstart her life again and finding a man who found her beautiful, wanted her for one night only, and made her feel like the damn fierce goddess she was would probably give her that boost.

Christ, what if Seth already had a girlfriend and she was setting herself up for failure or rejection? Vallea battled with herself the entire walk up the stairs to Seth's hotel room. She found out his number from the receptionist, after proving she did indeed work with the WWE. Stopping off at her room to freshen up and change into something a little…revealing, Vallea wrapped herself in a robe before heading to Seth's room.

Just do it, just knock on the door and tell the man what you want, she mentally coached, trying to channel her inner goddess, and stopped just outside of his room. She knocked three times, heard him approach the door, and zoomed away to hide behind the wall since his room was just off a split hallway, hearing the door open. No, she couldn't do it, not this way it didn't feel right to her.

Colby poked his head out and then when he spotted nobody, stepped out into the hallway. He was fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but the towel, rivulets of water still running down his chest, his stomach…his thighs. Frowning, he reached back to scratch his neck and shrugged turning to go back into his room. Probably just some punk kids pranking people throughout the hotel.

Something forced her to move around that corner and the moment she did, spotting Seth in nothing except a towel, fresh out of a shower…something warmed inside of Vallea. "Seth." She called out softly, trying not to sound timid, and watched those deep dark chocolate eyes turn to look at her. Her caramel chestnut hair was down, no makeup on her face and her hazel eyes were full of determination to actually go through with this. "Sorry, I didn't um…I didn't mean to interrupt your shower…" While she spoke, she took a few steps toward him and stopped, swallowing hard.

"That… you're the one who knocked?" Colby asked, his eyes showing his confusion. He tried not to blatantly look her over. "I was out of the shower." He was in the process of drying off actually, hence his towel. She nodded and he tried not to smile, still confused. "So why were you hiding over there, Vallea?" She looked nervous now that he thought about it. "Everything okay?"

Vallea kept asking herself over and over again why she was here, hating that Monique's voice kept EGGING her on, demanding she take the leap. What happened to the headstrong woman who knew what she wanted in life? Nothing held her back in life and then she met Jon and he turned her world upside down!

"Yeah, everything's fine." Not really. "Do you mind if I come in and talk to you for a minute? I don't wanna have this conversation out in the open like this…" How was she supposed to come right out and ask this man to sex her up?

"Uh, sure?"

Colby was beyond confused and held open the door, gesturing her inside, then followed, closing it behind him. This was, he wasn't going to lie, weird as hell. Vallea was here, after working hours, and he could not fathom why. She looked and smelled delicious though, her hair was still damp so he was guessing she had showered too.

"Is something wrong?" While he had a hard time believing something was wrong, it was a bit late for that since the merchandise had been produced on a mass scale. It was also the only thing he could think of.

"No, this has nothing to do with work." Vallea had a shot of whiskey before coming here, liquid courage, and wished she would've taken a few more. "I need something from you. I just…don't quite know how to ask you what it is." She was not making any sense and unfastened the robe to let it fall open, slowly turning to face him. Beneath the robe was a black negligee that was sexy and showed some skin, but still left plenty to the imagination. "Before I ask you, I need to know one thing." She stepped up to him, wanting to reach out to touch that bare chest of his, and could feel the desire coursing through her while staring into his confused dark chocolate orbs. "Are you single?" That pretty much summed up and would tell her if he had any kind of girlfriend, lover, wife…anything of that nature.

And THAT was not anything on any level Colby had expected from Vallea from all people. His brown eyes nearly popped out of his skull, raking over her hungrily as milk chocolate burnt darker. "Yes." He knew exactly what she was asking, eyes dropping to the hand that was wavering over his chest. He reached out and took her wrist, guiding her palm to ski,n and felt her instantly skimming, feeling him.

He was so warm, his heart beating against her palm and her hand seemingly had a mind of its own, gliding down to feel the small hairs on his stomach. It had a perfect line that probably went all the way to his dick, a trail she desperately wanted to run her tongue along. Vallea swallowed hard, her stomach tightening and every part of her body felt as if it was ignited in flames. "Seth…" She had to get it together, remembering what Monique told her about making it clear what she wanted from him. Both were skimming and feeling him now, her hands on his towel gripping it, wanting to tear it away. "I need you to fuck me. There can only be sex between us. No feelings, no strings attached, no relationship…" Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss against his chest and then another, hearing him groan. "Can you do that for me or should I leave now?"

There was no chance for a relationship or strings because that would mean going public and Colby was ballsy, not stupid. He wasn't sure how Jon felt about her, but he did know Jon wouldn't take the idea of them together on any level very well. "You're not leaving." He informed her, giving her his answer and his hands moved to her hips, drawing her flush against him, his hips jutting against her.

Her heart belonged to Jon, but that didn't mean Vallea didn't have needs like every normal human being. It'd been a month since she found out Jon cheated on her and, maybe that wasn't a long amount of time for some, but for her it was. It wasn't often a woman went to a man's hotel room and asked for sex either – Vallea surprisingly didn't feel any shame from it.

"I was hoping you'd want me to stay." Pulling the towel loose, Vallea wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke, feeling him come alive in her palm and pulsate. Not as big as Jon, but as long as Seth could get the job done, that was all that mattered to her. There would be no stayovers either, she would leave as soon as they were finished, meaning what she said.

Sex only.

Because he was the very definition of a typical male, Colby was okay with the sex-only thing. He had a career he was focusing on and he knew better than to get involved with someone he had to work with. If that went sour, it led to awkward, potentially stupid, and painful situations. Kind of like her and Jon. That did not mean he wasn't a generous lover, he liked giving and receiving, so he let her fondle him for a little bit and then stopped her, his hands moving to that black lingerie.

Generous, indeed.

He definitely wasn't a one-minute man either, thank the stars. She was slightly worried about that possibility and was pleasantly surprised at how good Seth was in bed. Not mind-blowing, but it was good nevertheless and she would not mind doing it again in the future. There was no cuddling afterward or anything; Vallea slid out of bed since they lay side by side and pulled her robe back on. The black negligee, sadly, didn't make it through the ordeal, but that was fine. She could always buy another one.

"Thanks for helping me out, Seth." Tying the robe, she turned to look down at him while he stayed sprawled on the bed, a smirk curving his bearded face. "I appreciate it."

"Oh anytime, Vallea," His voice was soft, every last inch of him enjoying the lethargic, relaxation that usually came after good sex. She had been a bit stiff, and hesitant, and he had a feeling one-night stands were not her deal, that she was new to this.

That was all right, she hadn't sucked in bed and, by the end of it, it was like that hesitation had washed away.

"I'll keep that in mind." Vallea didn't know if it would happen with him again. Once she came down from the sexual high he sent her on, reality crashed over her, and she didn't know how she would feel, but it wasn't great. "Sweet dreams." She winked before heading out, closing the door behind her.

It was done. The deed was done. Monique would probably sing her praises, but Vallea felt…empty. Luckily, the robe went to mid-thigh, so it covered her and didn't show the fact she was completely naked beneath. Seth had torn her panties and negligee off her body, showing his animalistic side. Maybe now she could finally get a good night's sleep without being plagued by dreams and nightmares about Jon.

Probably not. Jon had had a late night, but he was still sober enough to be allowed to buy a bottle to bring back with him. Or he was just that good at faking it, or they hadn't cared. He didn't care either. He came to a halt at the sight of Vallea, not wearing all that much, and cursed.

Maybe he was beyond drunk and she was a hallucination.