Chapter 16

"You assume too much, as usual, Del." His tone was light and playful, but there was a hint of danger just beneath it.

She had assumed he had a 'type', she had assumed she was a 'bed notch', and now she was assuming his 'style', of vehicles. Eventually…one day, he was going to get it through her thick, silver dyed skull that her assumptions weren't always right, especially when it came to him. He had offered Delilah a car to borrow yesterday, not that she would remember. She was basically using him to get from Point A to Point Z while denying herself what she wanted because of irrational fears regarding her damn brother.

"I think it's fair to say, doll," He paused while pulling out of the driveway. "That we really don't know each other that well." At least…outside the bedroom. For example, he knew she liked having her backside eaten.

"No, we don't, and I think we should keep it that way. Last night was a onetime deal and it's never happening again." Delilah needed to reiterate that because she had a feeling Jon would try to get another crack at her.

No liquor around him – lesson learned.

She let her guard down because of liquor – those damn Long Island Iced Teas – and slept with the one man she knew was off-limits. Sami was going to maim her if he EVER found out about this. Delilah couldn't seem to swallow that fear or push it away, but knew once she was out in the ring, all of it would drain away. If she would have known what Jon had done, what he had manipulated her into doing…they would have wrecked this sports car because she would have punched him right in the face, driving or not.

Jon had manipulated her drunken state and he would do it all over again. The woman was a total idiot who had no idea how to live outside of a wrestling ring. She had been nervous and anxious around him for years and now he knew why. Delilah was attracted to him, but worried about what her little brother would say. She was so concerned with what Sami thought about this 'situation' that she was basically living a boring, half-assed life minus her wrestling career.

"Why not? Thought you were just a bed notch? Now you're saying it can't happen again. Which is it? Did I boff you for kicks, babe, or something more?"

"Look, we both made a mistake last night and we know it." A very bad, liquor-induced mistake. "The sex was awesome and I'm STILL remembering some of it," That was annoying as hell, actually. "But that's all it was between us is sex. It happened, you got your piece of me you wanted and we're done." It was pretty simple, what didn't he understand about it? "And I moved my shit out of your room already and back to mine." Delilah had packed her bags and everything because her flight left first thing in the morning at 7 AM and she could not wait to be out of Vegas and back home.

"I don't like the way you say that. I got the piece of you I wanted. You make it sound like you weren't begging me to fuck you." He argued, eyes fastened ahead on the road. "And you were, a lot, doll. So…I think we need to work on how we word things from here on out." Jon was a lot of bad things and he would readily admit to most of them, but…the way she made it sound was like she had been some reluctant participant. Once they had hit the house, she'd had NO reluctance and that had all been while they were clothed and out in the city.

"Considering I wanted to go to bed, after the horrible day I had, and you convinced me to join you for dinner and liquored me up…yeah, you got a piece of me. Because if I wasn't drunk, Jon, I NEVER would have slept with you and you KNOW it. Liquoring me up was the ONLY way for you to get me in your bed and to let my guard down. Congratulations, your plan worked, but it won't happen again." That was all Delilah really had to say, and she didn't give a damn if it hurt his feelings at this point.

He took advantage of her, even if she did consent to sex. Delilah had made it clear to him nothing could happen between them, several times, and she wasn't interested, even though that was a lie. She was interested, but her brother meant more to her than a one-night stand with one of his best friends. Jon didn't understand that and took matters into his own hands, finding the one loophole that would get her right where he wanted her.

The manipulative dickhead.

"What happens if I let Sami in on your dirty little secret?" He asked curiously since that's apparently what he was. Her dirty little secret, a guy she wanted and had even finally had sex with, yet wouldn't legitimately pursue something with, because she was afraid of Sami's reaction. "Better question, why do you CARE what he thinks, doll? You think he wonders if he should check in with you before he taps some bar waitress? Or wonders how it might affect you because I'll bet money he doesn't!" Snorting, Jon cracked a window, needing fresh air because he felt physically sick with this woman and her unreasonable way of thinking and making it, so she was some sort of victim.

Delilah was, just not the way she was thinking.

"You are not just another nobody and you damn well know it, Good!" She growled in defense, folding her arms in front of her chest tightly. "You are one of Sami's BEST FRIENDS and you just BANGED his goddamn sister! You don't see anything wrong with that?! If you don't, you're dumber than a box of fucking rocks! He's going to hate BOTH of us and think you're a scumbag because you went after his sister, especially since we've known each other since we were KIDS! And you're not worth losing the ONLY family I have left in my damn life, so suck an egg!" Oh, she was pissed, Delilah was SO pissed at his condescension and really wished she had her own vehicle right now. "If it was one of MY best friends he was banging, you are damn right I'd be upset about it because it's a betrayal! It's crossing a line that should NEVER be crossed when it comes to friendship and brother/sisterhood!" Thanks to liquor, she had done exactly that and betrayed her brother in the worst way. "You don't get it and you'll never understand!"

"You are damn right I'll never understand! I don't get the idea of ignoring something I want because I'm afraid of my family!"

Obviously, or he wouldn't have pursued his dream of professional wrestling. He had been laughed to hell and back, but…he had made it. Jon had really made it and then escaped. She, on the other hand, was old in this business for a woman and had dunked a toe into the big leagues. Delilah wouldn't last more than a few years in AEW and the only reason she had dived in was because she had let herself be pushed by him.

"You gotta stop letting what others think dictate your life." What if he decided not to give her sage advice next time?

"He is my BROTHER, Jon. My family. He thinks of you as family too and always has. I'm not afraid of him, but I am afraid of LOSING him because of you. He is the ONLY one I actually give a shit about in this world." Her eyes narrowed, the anger and animosity surging through her veins. "And I don't let ANYONE dictate my life! I AM my own person and I KNOW last night was a mistake just by the way you're talking to me right now!" If Delilah really knew how he viewed her in this business, again, she would have punched him so hard, he would have seen stars and little birdies, possibly even had a broken nose too. "You're just pissed off that I'm not falling into your arms like every other bitch you've fucked in the past! It's your ego and you need to check it. If I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it SOBER, asshole." He had to get her liquored up to the point where she barely remembered, besides these flashbacks.

How desperate could a man get?

He had to get her liquored up just to get her to pull that stick out of her backside! Delilah went out of her way to tease him during those few video chats and then, when she felt he was 'out of line', she shut him down. The infuriating wench was a cock tease and Jon loved it! Too bad for her he had loved it a bit too much and had married her as a way to keep her with him.

"Say what you want, doll," He was laughing now, pulling over to join the line being waved into the underground lot. "The fact is, you want me as much as I WANT you," Want, not wanted, major difference. "The difference between us is I won't let anything stand in my way. No risk, no reward." Those were her words. He was parking now, engaging the safety locks before she could get out and shifted in his seat to stare at her intently. "You let everything dictate your life, Delilah. Your anxiety, your fear of losing your brother who you would NOT lose, not if he loves you as much as he claims, your temper…" Like right now for example. "Run now." He unlocked the doors, unbuckling his seatbelt and slumped back against his own door, staring at her out of hooded electric blues. "Go on, Del, run." It's what she was good at.

It just meant Jon got to chase her again, a hint of a wicked smirk curving his lips.

Her eyes were nothing more than dark chocolate pools full of fury, darkening with anger at each word that came out of his mouth. Jon wouldn't let anything stand in his way, which was why he took advantage of her and liquored her up to where she would say yes to him and barely remember what happened in the first place! That was the ONLY way he could get a piece of her!

"Stay away from me, Moxley. I'll find a new place to sleep tonight and I'll find my own way from the arena. Just stay the fuck away from me!" Stepping out of the car, Delilah slammed the door shut and grabbed her bag before storming inside the arena, not believing he just pissed her off her first night on the job with AEW. What a prick!

"Good luck, doll!" He shouted right before she made it through the door, beginning to cackle with laughter when he seen her shoulders tense right before she disappeared inside.

Jon was a terrible person. She had called him a bad boy last night and she LOVED it. However, her walls were back up, so now he had to work on getting them down again, sans the alcohol because she had thrown the 'drunk' thing in his face. Fine, challenge accepted. Jon had gotten her while she was drunk and now he'd have her sober.

Not like Delilah would be able to run very far or avoid him forever since they were married. Not that she remembered that part. He idly wondered what would happen if he DID alert Sami to something, considering it. He'd think on it, but tonight Jon needed to focus on business.

"Oh my god, thank god you're here, Del! Cody is going to be the death of me, I swear!" Brandi groaned, hugging her friend as soon as the woman had stepped into her office, after knocking. "So, did you hear about the last minute changeup in the women's match tonight?"

"Instead of me kicking your ass, I'm kicking three other asses?"

Brandi smirked, loving the fire in Delilah; it was one of the many reasons they got along so well. They had also gone through NXT together as well before she had been moved to the main roster as a ring announcer. "Good, so you're aware of what's going on."

"Why did the match change anyway?"

Brandi rolled her eyes, both women taking a seat on the nearby couch. Her office was class all the way and comfortable. "Cody needs my help behind the scenes too damn much and I'm valeting him to the ring in his match against his brother." Dustin Rhodes, who was known in WWE as Goldust. He had left and the brothers were having a final showdown on the event tonight.

"Gotcha, that's fine. You have a lot on your plate and wrestling, on top of helping him, sounds like too much."

"Pretty much."

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of other opportunities for me to kick your beautiful ass."

Brandi chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Or for me to kick yours."

"Keep telling yourself that, Rhodes."

"Man, there you are!" Chris Irvine, better known by his ring name as Chris Jericho, laughed when he spotted Jonathan Good coming down the hallway, sauntering more like it. "Everyone's been taking bets on you bailing."

"Shit," Jon snorted, shaking his head. "Nah bro, just like to make a fashionable entrance." He slapped hands with the other man, leaning in for a one-armed hug. "Good seeing you…and your very Crow-esque makeup."

Chris laughed, shaking his head. He was 50 going on 20 and had absolutely zero fucks to give. He was gorgeous and in great shape for his age and he knew it. "You ready to stick it to the warden, Mox?"

"Hell. Yes."

"The warden is about to shit his pants full after we're done tonight." Cody added his two cents in, walking up to the pair and still couldn't believe they had none other than Chris Jericho and Jon Moxley on the roster. There were other talented people, such as himself, but these two were at the TOP of their games. "Good to have you onboard, Mox. Raise as much hell as you want."

"You may not want to give him free reign, Code…"

Cody smirked, WANTING Jon to lose himself and bring out that Moxley character. "This isn't the WWE and we ALLOW people to lose their shit around here. He's a smart man, he'll do what is best once he's out there. Just…watch out for Omega."

"He can be an asshole and doesn't like selling for a lot of people. He sees you as a rookie, so…you need to make it clear you're NOT a rookie, Mox." In other words, he needed to MAKE Omega believe he was about to go down a very DARK road with Jon Moxley.

"That puke thinks I'M a rookie?" Jon had absolutely NO problem taking the younger man on a trip through hell. "What…the…fucking fuck?"

Chris was trying not to laugh, bringing up his fist to hide his smile, blue eyes sparkling wickedly. Considering all Moxley had done throughout his very odd, violent career, Omega was in for a TREAT. "A rookie, huh?"

"Some people don't think the WWE is legit anymore."

Jon and Chris both stared at Cody like he was out of his mind. Maybe not the product itself, but the wrestling aspect was still, mostly, legitimate. "Yeah, I'll convince the youngest." Jon stated it evenly, nicely, but there was a hint of something evil in his tone.

Considering Jon had been wrestling since age 16 and was a Grand Slam champion in WWE, not to mention feuded with Chris in the company and sending the man through thumbtacks in their Asylum Match…Chris thought Kenny boy was out of his mind. It was the truth though. Kenny had complained about having some 'rookie nobody from WWE' interfering in his match and all Cody had told him to do was swallow his pride and deal with it. It was happening, whether the idiot wanted it to or not. Chris had known Jon for a while, several years, and he had incredible respect for the man, both in and out of the ring. Unless provoked, Jon was a laid back, all around good guy. However, he had never gone toe to toe with Jon Moxley, only Dean Ambrose, and he KNEW Jon Moxley was Jon with the volume cranked to max.

This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

Jon was looking FORWARD to this.

It was only a run-in and brawl after the world title match, but he was damn sure going to make it count. People had only been speculating about what he would do, where he would be going, and after tonight everyone would have their answer. Omega would be eating his words. A rookie, what the hell? He knew Ambrose hadn't been…respected, or maybe feared, like Moxley had, but that didn't mean all those years in WWE hell were nothing. That was…it was IRRITATING.

If he and Delilah were on speaking terms right now, she'd probably feel the same way.