Chapter 18

Delilah felt exhilarated while watching Jon as he systematically handed each of those men their backsides, especially Omega. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, there were chills, goosebumps, and Delilah could not pull her gaze away from the monitor, no matter how hard she tried. All she wanted to do was tear into Jon, rip his clothes off and screw him until they both went blind or passed out, whichever came first.

"I need a shower." She stood up once the show had ended, not believing Jon had actually sent Kenny through the staging.

"You and me both. My god, that man is hot." Britt sighed wistfully with glittering eyes. "Do you think Mox would give me a shot in bed?"

Her marriage was on the rocks right now with her husband working in NXT and her in AEW. It wasn't easy and she had needs that he could not fulfill; temptation was too great when separated like this. Britt was finding that out the hard way.

Delilah blinked, not expecting that response and shrugged, playing it off. "One way to find out, go ask him." She winked and headed into the showers, trying to push down the jealousy she suddenly felt. Not to mention, she knew Britt was married too, so what the hell was the woman thinking?

"Well, you know him, right? I thought you did anyway, that was the rumor." Britt sighed, leaning in the shower door before shaking her head. "I don't know, he's…scary, gorgeous, but…what if he laughs? Do you know his type?"

Well, besides the rumors of 'anything with a hole' from back in his wilder, younger days. Jon Moxley had been a man whore and EVERYONE knew it. Since he had gone to the WWE, those rumors had died out, thanks to a lack of him fanning the flames. It was weird, what if he was settled or something?

"Seriously though, do you?"

Silver hair, legs that went on for days, bouncy backside sculpted by the gods, and a thing for fishnets. Jon had a very specific type and only one woman fit the bill these days. Not that anyone knew it, but Jon had purposefully removed himself from the market permanently.

"Not really, and I'm being serious when I say that. I don't really know him that well. My brother knows him inside and out, so if anyone would know his 'type', it's Sami." Delilah stepped out of the fishnets and then her wrestling attire, glad she had brought a fresh top to go with the red lace skirt and other stockings. "I mean, you know he was a man whore." Who didn't? "Maybe that's still his reputation, I don't really know. Like I said, there's only one way to find out and what's the worse he'll say? No? To a beauty like you? He's insane if he does, Britt." There was no way Delilah was bringing up Adam to her friend, that wasn't her business and maybe their marriage wasn't working out.

"He's already insane…that's kinda my point. I don't know about a relationship with the guy, but…" Was it wrong to just want to have sex? Just once? Guys did it all the time, went out and got laid with zero judgment. She was married, so what? A girl had NEEDS! "I just want one night, see if he lives up to the hype." And…he was gorgeous. Intense. She bet he brought that intensity to the bedroom too. "Come to the afterparty with me, maybe you can be my wing woman." Because if this didn't pan out or Moxley laughed her to hell and back, Britt was definitely going to need someone there to keep her from drowning embarrassment in liquor. "Please?"

That was how Delilah got suckered into being Britt's wing woman, wearing a similar designed top just like her wrestling attire. Only, it wasn't a body suit, just a top, but still had the see-through effect, which was why she had to wear a black bra. Cody and Brandi had gone all out for the afterparty and it was at some club a little ways from the arena. They had rented the entire place out, so it was just AEW stars with thumping loud music and booze. Delilah would not drink a single drop of alcohol and stuck with water, having learned her lesson the previous night.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go talk to Mox and see if he'll take you to bed." Delilah encouraged, fingering the braid over her shoulder and could see the hesitation on Britt's face. "Like I said, he's insane if he turns you down."

Jon was standing at the bar, sipping a beer and chatting with some old friends he hadn't seen in literal years, having pulled on a black Henley shirt he had brought with him, though he hadn't bothered with all the miniscule buttons on the front. The sleeves were tugged up to his elbows and he wasn't going to lie, if not for the fact that he was used to the Vegas heat, after all this time, and the club was air-conditioned, he would have been sweating balls. His eyes shifted when Britt Baker hesitantly began trekking her way toward him. He had spotted Delilah some time ago, but figured he'd give her time to settle into the club before going and talking to her, which also meant he had noted who she was hanging out with.

Oh boy… He mentally sighed when the woman looked like she was steeling herself.

Britt took one look at him, saw the resignation on his face and immediately went past him to head toward one of the women to talk to them. Or pretend to do it. She was an idiot to actually think she had a shot with Jon Moxley! What the hell was she thinking?! She had such an amazing husband and they needed to work things out before she simply gave up and screwed someone else!

Delilah shook her head when Britt steered in the other direction and sipped her water, feeling Jon's eyes on her across the way. She was hoping he would go for Britt and leave her alone, but the woman had chickened out. Great. Half of her was thrilled with that and the other half was annoyed – she was a very conflicted, confusing mess. Looking down at her phone, she saw the name flashing on the caller ID and smiled. It was her brother. Standing from the booth, Delilah made her way out of the club, with water in hand, never leaving her drink unattended -another lesson learned the hard way- and stepped outside to answer it on the fifth ring.

"Hey, Sami."

"How did it go?"

She was his sister and didn't get hellos and greetings, and got the point of the call right out the gate. Sami had SEEN her match, having ordered the pay-per-view, but what he had seen and what she thought were two different things. He thought she had been spectacular and she could have walked out of there with the women's championship, but…it was Delilah. She'd want to earn her way first.

"You enjoying yourself?" Sami had thought he'd feel upset or something about her in AEW without him, but…he had turned down his chance, preferring to focus on oVe, which was doing great.

"I think this is the best decision I've ever made for my career. AEW is going to flourish and it may take time to get it off the ground, but once it does, it's going to go off like a rocket. Hell, maybe you can bring oVe to AEW sooner or later." That would be awesome and then she could rejoin them again. "I do miss you guys though." Delilah looked up at the starry night sky, even past the bright lights of the City of Sin and heaved a soft sigh. It was beautiful out here, much more than Cincinnati, but she was a Cincy girl at heart and always would be. "I'm flying out tomorrow morning to come home." She would have to leave soon to go back to Jon's and get her belongings, wondering if he'd be petty and even allow her to do it.

"Oh really?" Sami was laughing, shaking his head as he retrieved an energy drink from the fridge. "And here I thought Jon would have talked you into moving to Vegas. You know, you texted me last night saying you were 'officially in love' with the Strip."

She had, she had been in awe of it, actually. Jon had loved that, the way she adored it. The way the lights had lit up the area, so it was bright as day almost with the neon just below the barely visible nighttime sky. Until one experienced it in person, there just wasn't a way to describe that first time on the Strip.

"How is Mox anyway, you seen him at all?"

She did? Why didn't Delilah remember that? She was NEVER drinking again as long as she lived! "He's been around, said hi to me and that's pretty much it." Flat lie.

She really hated lying to her brother, but what other choice did she have? Tell Sami everything about how Jon had liquored her up to the point where she didn't even remember half of what happened between them? Sexed him up for hours on end on top of it? No, that wasn't an option.

"I'm sure he's keeping an eye on me for you, though. I know how you two operate." Delilah teased, hearing Sami's chuckle and leaned against the building, staring up at the sky again. "It is really beautiful here, though. Maybe I did fall in love with the Strip a little…"

"Don't even tell me you're moving to Vegas."

"Hell no, Cincy girl at heart, but coming here for vacations every now and then wouldn't be a bad idea. Until AEW gets off the ground, that is, and then I'll be busy traveling and whatnot." They were having one show a month until October, but nothing had been announced yet from AEW. "Brandi told me they were going to TNT and it would be in October, so here's hoping."

"No shit? Bought a slot, did they?" An unknown promotion wasn't getting offered one, they'd pay for it and if it took off, they'd be 'given' a home. Standard for new shows and programs. "That's cool, Del, think they'll run with these lines they got now or work something new?" Probably a mix, he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did you see Kenny?" That had been a mistake from the start. Kenny was an arrogant jackass and Sami would never understand what his sister had saw in the idiot. "Mox fucked him UP."

Delilah grinned, recalling the promo and felt a shiver rush down her spine, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, I saw it. I was watching it with Britt and Brandi joined us briefly. It was so great seeing him back in his element."

Sami nodded in agreement, sipping his energy drink. He didn't drink nearly as much as he used to these days. "Yeah, it was. That's the Mox we know. They really did water him down in WWE. Anyway, enough about him, I loved your match, sis, and you should be the champ right now."

"Nah, not right away. Britt deserved it more than me after all the shit she's been through. I was just happy and satisfied to be in that match." Titles didn't mean that much to Delilah; she just loved being in the ring, no matter what. It was her passion and the only thing she had strived to do since she was a teenager, just like Sami and Jon.

"Yeah, whatever, aren't you the one who says you want to get as many titles from as many promotions as you can?" Sami teased, remembering her saying that more than once.

It was a good goal and there were a lot of women's championships out there to be had, but she was going to do it the 'right' and 'honorable' way. Many people thought his sister was a stuck-up, superficial, stick in the ass prig. Now, on the stick in the ass, sometimes they'd be right, but she had a good head on her shoulders and was focused, singularly so when it came to wrestling at times. People would judge by appearance only and not what was on the inside, which was sad.

Maybe she did look superficial and high maintenance on the outside, but on the inside, Delilah was a very sweet woman with a big heart and would give the shirt off her back to anyone in need. Once she was done with wrestling, she would get rid of the silver hair and go back to her regular brown tresses, more than likely. Delilah also made sure not to fry her hair either, taking exceptional care of it because of all the work that went into keeping it silver. If people couldn't see who the person was on the inside, they weren't worth getting to know, period.

"I do want to do that and it will happen in AEW, just like every other promotion I've been in, but I don't need to be champion right out the gate. I'd rather have an actual feud and build up to the moment of becoming champion." Storytelling was huge in the wrestling business.

"Yeah, I hear that." Wrestling itself was fun and required insane amounts of athleticism and conditioning, but the storytelling was pure art. Sometimes crappy, soap opera art, but when a wrestler was able to spin a tale and then keep it going with movement alone, the action in the ring, that was a beautiful thing to see come together and play out. "All right, go enjoy your celebration party and try not to get too messed up, and again, awesome match, sis. Hey, do you need a pickup from the airport tomorrow? I got nothing going until late afternoon."

Her eyes slid over, hearing the door open and there stood Jon, the nervousness and anxiety back in full force. "Yeah, that'd be great. My flight lands around 9 AM. I'll see you then. Love you, bro." They hung up and Delilah dropped her phone in her purse, taking a sip of her water. "Too crowded in there for you, Moxley?" She asked, wondering how much of that conversation with Sami he'd overheard and pulled her eyes away from him to stare back up at the sky. As much as she'd miss Vegas, it was time to go back home to Cincinnati and being away from Jon would help get her head on straight.

Hell, maybe she'd be able to jog her memory on the crazy night they'd had together besides having wild sex.

"For some reason, every woman and their gay friend," That was half joking, he had been hit on by a gay guy. He was all for loving who a person loved and sexing who they wanted to sex, just…not his bag, at all. "Seems to be hitting on me tonight, doll." All those rumors about his man whoring, wild ways from his youth were out in force tonight and 85% of them were true. "How about you?" He had heard the last bit of her conversation, not liking the fact that she was going back to Ohio in the morning.

What did he expect? "Well, you in that Henley shirt might have something to do with it." Delilah had been left alone, surprisingly, which she preferred after the chaos that ensued at the arena with Kenny. "That was Sami on the phone, if you didn't know. Just checking on me and asking how tonight went. He watched, told me to tell you the segment was fucking awesome." Not Sami's exact words, but that was pretty much what Sami meant. "I have a feeling oVe will be in AEW before long."

"Wouldn't surprise me at all, Del." He chuckled, well aware if Sami did make that leap, it would be based on being able to bring his faction with him. oVe had a good thing going, Sami wasn't going to turn his back on it. He was too loyal for that, too stubborn. "Not sure if the staging part was a good idea, but I wanted to make the comeback of a lifetime." Jon did with interest to The Cleaner. "Got cut up while brawling, it's not too bad." He held his bandaged hand up for her to see.

"Oh damn…" Delilah frowned, setting her empty water glass down on the concrete and moved over to him, gently taking his wrapped hand in hers. "It may not have been a good idea, but…it told a story too. You told a story out there tonight and, after the video you showed everyone, I didn't expect anything less from you. Did you need stitches?" Christ, if he wasn't careful, Jon could sever nerves in his hand and make it to where it no longer functioned. "You probably don't need to hear this, Moxley, but you need to be more careful. Maybe wrap your hand with tape before doing something like that again." She released his hand and tried not to look too concerned for his wellbeing. It was easier said than done, though.

The concern was shining through those gorgeous, golden brown flecked eyes of hers and if not for the fact that he needed to tread carefully tonight, if he was going to have any shot of keeping her in Vegas, he would have kissed her. Jon was hoping to avoid resorting to something drastic, like kidnapping. Was it kidnapping since she was his spouse legally? Delilah would never forgive him if he had to resort to those drastic measures.

"In my dumbass defense, doll," He rumbled softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I didn't think his damn head was as hard as it was and he did shove me into the damn staging. Had to catch myself with my hand and caught the corner of it."

"You told a story, and sometimes you have to take drastic measures to do it." She understood that better than most. The more Delilah thought about it, it really did shock her that WWE had actually reached out and signed him in the first place because of his eccentric attitude and character. "Just…be careful in the future. I don't want you severing a nerve and losing full functionality of your hand." There, she had voiced her earlier concern and he could take it or leave it. "I know I'm mother-henning again, but I wouldn't say anything if I didn't…" Delilah stopped what she was about to say and cleared her throat awkwardly. "Never mind, I'm heading back inside."