Chapter 5

"So, Sami called…said to let you know he's running late." He notified her while twirling his cell phone between his fingers, completely unperturbed by what he had done. Jon had pulled on a pair of jeans that he had yet to put a belt on with, so they were dangling low on his chiseled hips, feet still bare. "Also said to tell you that the waitress's name is Molly and you'd like her." Apparently, she was a stick in the mud with no sense of humor too.

Well, no, Delilah did have a sense of humor, but it was very dry.

"Thanks for the update." Her voice was tense and low, her jaw tightened to the point of her teeth beginning to gnash. Actually, they were gnashed, and she was talking through them. "You can leave now and don't let the door hit you where the lord split you."

She would bet her bottom damn dollar he hadn't told Sami what he'd done – how he'd BROKEN into her bedroom, after picking the lock and forced her to wake up in his arms or picked the lock to see her NAKED in her own bathroom! Delilah needed coffee, pulling her hair up in a messy bun and glanced at the clock, groaning. If Sami wasn't here in 20 minutes, she was leaving for the airport without him.

"Actually, I'm brewing coffee, having one, and then bailing." Jon retorted flatly, yawning again as he scratched the top of his head before heading back to the kitchen. He had cleaned up her sink, washed the few dishes, started coffee…he was the weirdest guest and he knew it. "You know, this place has some shitty locks; if I can pick them, someone else can too, doll. You need deadbolts." If the complex management would allow it and the worry laced his tone.

Jon wasn't out to hurt, murder or rape her, but he couldn't say the same for others.

"This coming from a man who DECIDED to pick the lock on my bedroom door and join me in bed, AFTER I was asleep. After I told you I'm not interested. And then picking the lock on my bathroom!"

There was a deadbolt on her front door and Delilah did not see the need to have them on all the doors in her apartment. Hell no! She was quick enough to escape if need-be, though her bathroom door didn't have a window, only her bedroom and living room. There was a fire escape right outside her window, actually. The trust with Jon was GONE and she wouldn't put it past him to attack and rape her at this point, not with his actions.

Delilah honestly didn't know what this man was capable of.

"So, during your phone call, did you bother telling my brother what you did or did that not FIT into your conversation? No better question: Why the fuck did you pick my lock to my bedroom in the first place and join me in bed, Good?" Delilah was livid. "Did you think I'd just wake up and my mind would be changed, and I wouldn't mind what you did and fuck you silly? Because if that's the case, you're seriously deluded, friend."

"Why are you so sure I want down your panties, Del? You're very paranoid about that." Jon remarked, the concern gone and replaced with a conversational tone while pouring them each a cup of coffee. "Besides, you keep making it quite clear what kind of woman I'm interested in and you don't fit your own assumption. How do you take your coffee?" He asked, turning to scrunch his brow at her. He drank his black. "Oh, and your couch sucks, by the way, I did stay out on it for two hours. Your bed was a lot more inviting."

"So, instead of waking me up and ASKING me if you could share my bed, you just took it upon yourself to, not only pick the lock on my bedroom door and join me in my bed, but pulled me into your arms? Because it wasinviting? You've got serious, serious issues, and you are not allowed to stay here anymore when we're home, if you ever come back here." He lived in Vegas and needed to go back there where he belonged. "I can make my own damn coffee." Delilah snatched the cup from him and pulled the creamer out of the fridge, pouring a healthy dose into the dark liquid. "And I wouldn't be paranoid if you'd just leave me the hell alone and stop touching me and freaking me out!" Coffee, she needed coffee and took a long sip of it, not caring if the liquid burned down her throat.

"How can you NOT like being touched? You're a wrestler, right?" That required a lot more than just touching, it full body to body contact. He was tempted to ask if she had a funny Uncle or something, but even Jon knew where the lines were. "You've been skittish around me since we were kids, what gives, Del? And…it's only gotten worse, why do I make you so nervous, doll?" Not that it wasn't cute because it was, and it made him want to break more boundaries with her.

Delilah didn't have an answer for him.

She wished she did.

She wished to the heavens she knew why he made her nervous! There was no answer for it because she was fine with everyone else…except Jon. "You broke into my bedroom and pulled me into your arms while I was SLEEPING! Do you have any idea how fucked up that sounds?! You don't see any issues with that at all? None?" All Delilah could do was stare at him incredulously and sipped her coffee, moving around the small kitchen to put more space between them. "You're insane and you need help if you don't see what you did was crossing a goddamn line last night, Good."

"Hey, I didn't put my arms around you while I was awake, that was all while I was sleeping. I'm a cuddler, and you honestly need more cuddles in your life, Delilah." Jon had been on his own side, ignoring her, sort of…she had smelled delicious, so he may have been sniffing her a little, not that he would divulge that information. "Mmm, I see you're point, I'm creepy." He figured after almost 20 years of knowing him, she would be used to it by now, however.

"You are lucky I have known you for a long time because, any other guy would have been on the floor with their balls lodged in their throat." She meant that wholeheartedly and shook her head, staring down at her coffee in thought. "You have always made me nervous and I don't know why, Jon. Maybe it's because you are Sami's friend and I am just messed up in the head. I don't have an answer for you." Hell, she didn't have an answer for herself either. "I overreacted a bit, even though you really have no sense of boundaries."

"I will," Jon paused, knowing when to take the truce that was being offered him. He had seen Delilah on Impact; she was a bad ass bitch in the ring and he was well aware that it translated outside of the ring as well. "Concede that comin' into the bathroom was a bad idea." He REALLY had to go though. Hence her now really clean sink. "I'm sorry, doll, I will try to behave from here on out." He even crossed his heart.

"No, you won't, that's not who you are." It was Delilah's turn to tease him a bit, setting her coffee cup down on the counter and took another deep breath, stepping up to him. "I guess you can stay here again in the future. And I'll try my best to deal with this nervousness I feel whenever I'm around you." This man terrified her because she had no idea what he was truly capable of and…it excited her at the same time.

He was unpredictable and very hard to read, especially right now.

"Nah, I got my own pad back in Vegas." Jon drawled, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. "YOU should come stay with ME, Del." When she got a weird look on her face, he raised a brow. "Come on, it'd be great! I live just outside of Vegas, and there's like…legit nature and shit, like the stupid postcards wesawin that store when we were kids. Bring Sami too." Since that would probably make her feel a little bit easier, if she were ever inclined to accept his invitation. "Maybe he'll find himself a Vegas showgirl and get hitched by a fat Elvis."

AEW had been on the forefront of her mind lately and they were debuting their first event – Double or Nothing – on the 25thin Las Vegas. Sami had been talking about joining the company and leaving Impact, but he hadn't made his decision yet. It made her wonder if Jon was joining the company, but it wasn't her business. Delilah wouldn't stick her nose where it wasn't wanted and knew, when Jon wanted people to know what he planned on doing, they would.

Didn't mean she couldn't bring it up anyway, however. "Well, maybe when we go to that AEW event in Vegas, we'll hit you up for a place to stay." She smiled innocently, shrugging, and resumed sipping her coffee as she lifted her mug to her lips. "How big is your pad anyway? Do you have beds for all of us or…will you have to share yours with one of us?"

Jon pursed his lips, taking a long swallow of his coffee and regretted it. Black, it was black, and still incredibly hot. He coughed a little before holding up a finger, wondering where his brains were this morning. "I have a house, doll." It was…pretty big, but when he realized he was going to OWN it and owe NOTHING on it…he had gotten a little insane. Good investment, he loved Vegas. He loved the weather and the view. "You'd have your own room." Then he got a very wicked grin on his lips. "Unless youwantto share a bed with me, doll, and then I'll cuddle you again."

Jon was the only man on the planet she would forever friend-zone because of her brother. Maybe it was time to make that clear to him, to get the notion of them sexing it up in the future out of his head. "You are one line I'm not going to cross, Moxley. My own bed is fine." Besides, he'd probably have his flavor of the week or month in his bed occupying him anyway. "Do you want me to drop an ice cube in your coffee to cool it off for you faster?" The expression he shot her made her laugh. "Hey, I thought I'd offer."

"That's gross, don't be gross, you don't water down coffee when it's been perfectly brewed." He had this down to an art, not weak, but not overly strong either. "About this line, Del," She was back to calling him Moxley, which meant Delilah wasn't as peeved as she had been and he gave her a genuine smile. "You sure about that? I could be a fun line to cross."

Whatever she was going to say, which was most likely a shut down, was lost at the sound of knocking at her door, followed by Sami's voice.

"Well, he's got great timing, don't he?" What a cockblocking, sister saving, ball of douche baggery!

"You may be a fun line, but you're also dangerous and off-limits." Delilah reached up to swipe coffee from the corner of his mouth on her way to the door and opened it. "You are," She looked down at her watch. "Fifteen minutes late, asshole. I was leaving without you if you weren't here in another five."

"Yeah – yeah I know, sue me." Sami was all smiles, having gotten laid by that delicious waitress last night. "Bro – BRO, I OWE you for helping me out last night." He turned back to Delilah. "Sorry for dropping Mox in your lap, but…he was supposed to stay with me, and I couldn't have that with the waitress…"

"Didn't want him hearing you have two minute sex, got it."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Jon snorted coffee up his nose and cursed.

"Give me a little MORE credit than THAT, sis," Sami snorted himself, recovering a bit. Being embarrassed in front of his wingman, not cool. "Five minutes, I got stamina."

"Fuck…" Jon croaked, pouring the coffee out. He was done! "If five minutes is what you call stamina, you got issues, Callihan." A LOT of issues. Five minutes was like…a quarter of a quickie.

"Hey, her name is Molly, and she gave me her number."

"And are you going to call her?"

"I don't know…she's gorgeous, and fuck she's, uh, awesome. She's awesome." There would be NO discussing the sex thing in front of his sister.

"Great, grand, wonderful, can we go now, please?" Delilah already had her bag in hand, having it by the door and shouldered it, looking back at Jon. "See you around, Moxley." That was all she could really say to him as she walked out the door and headed to the car, knowing Sami would lock up for her.

She already had her keys and everything in hand and he had an extra set, just in case he needed to get into her apartment for whatever reason. He was the ONLY person she trusted in this world. Slipping behind the wheel, she waited for the boys to finish chatting and turned on her Christian music station, needing to feel uplifted today after what happened last night/this morning.

"Where the fuck is your shirt?" Sami demanded the minute Delilah was out the door, watching Jon begin gathering his belongings up.

"Uh…here." On the back of the couch, it was from last night, but…he pulled it on anyway.

Sami was eyeballing the couch, which had a folded blanket and pillow sitting like it had never been touched, eyes narrowing. "Mox, that's my sister and if you-"

"I promise, on the grave of all my dead ancestors, I didn't touch your sister." Inappropriately, at least not by his standards.

It wasn't inappropriately, but…he had scared the living hell out of her by breaking into her bedroom, while she slept. That still unnerved her. Delilah thought about telling Sami, deciding against it. He was already protective enough over her and she really didn't need him up her backside more than he was. When Sami joined her 10 minutes later, she popped him upside the head and scowled, pointing at the clock. If they missed their flight, she was going to MAIM him and waved fingers at Jon as they passed him on the street.

"Did you fuck him?" Sami decided to be blunt, raising a brow at his sister.

"No, I didn't."

Sami eyeballed her somewhat shrewdly, wondering if she was lying to him. "Where did he sleep?"

"On the couch, Dad, any other questions?"

"Then why was…"

"Sami, enough. I didn't fuck him, and I'm done with this conversation." Delilah cranked up her radio station and sped toward the airport, breaking speed limits on the way. It was a miracle they didn't get caught by the police when she pulled into the parking lot 20 minutes later.

She was LYING! Gross, Delilah and Jon, having sex… that was like… incest! They were practically family; they had known each other forever! He didn't say a word though, knowing that Delilah would either keep denying it or she'd just shut him down, again. He and Jon were going to have to have words because there was a bro code to be followed.

Sisters were definitely OFF LIMITS!

Before he had let Sami usher him out, Jon had used the bathroom. He had also used a tube of lipstick to write his Vegas address out on her bathroom mirror, along with a very messed up smiley face.

An artist he was not.