Chapter 7

"They offered me six figures for real," Jon got serious, which wasn't a look that fit on him, not like this. "But where's the money coming from, you know? I mean, I know that they got investors and shit backing them, but there hasn't been a show yet, just TALENT and bullshit talked. They did have that one pay-per-view last year that stirred interest up, but other than that, nothing else." The idea, AEW was brilliant and Jon liked it, but that didn't mean jack until the idea was brought to life. Then it would either take off or fall flat. "And if it doesn't work out, I'm out a LOT of money, and if they decide to keep on trying, I'm screwed and stuck in another contract."

"But if you do freelance, you can always get out of it and go somewhere else. According to what Brandi told me, the owner of the Jacksonville Jaguars and his son are forking over all the money. Cody and the Young Bucks are running it internally and the Jaguars owners are the ones who are paying for everything. It's weird, I know, but if this takes off the way they think, WWE is about to get a very rude wakeup call." Delilah explained, standing to set her phone on her dresser and Jon could see what she had on, which was boy cut panties and a tank top. She had to brush her hair and pull it back because it was driving her nuts being down. "Zero risk, zero reward, Mox."

"Yeah, but they don't have infinite pockets, doll, and with them tossing all this money around, you know damn well they have backers." Billionaires didn't toss money around like that without someone backing them, their investment. It was a tangled web and he didn't want to get pulled into a sinking ship. "Freelance is the way to go." For now, just to see how things played out. Jon glanced at the phone and totally forgot what the hell he was doing. "Jesus Christ, Del…" He let out a wolf whistle, smirking wickedly. "How do you feel about long distance relationships conducted solely on cell phones and webcams?"

Delilah knew she had a banging body; she worked very hard to obtain and maintain it, which included going to tanning salons every so often or using self-tanner. Sami did the same thing. A lot of the wrestlers did it to look good out in the ring, but she made sure to do it to where she didn't look like an Oompa Loompa. No thanks, she'd pass on that and it didn't really work well for her hair color either. The gym was also a huge factor as well as personal hygiene.

"I think whatever you're smoking, you need to share because, clearly, it's fried your brain cells." A long-distance relationship based on cell phones and webcams only? What the hell? "No, I'd never do something like that. If I'm in a relationship, I want it to be physically to where I can touch the person because sex is great. Can't exactly have intimacy and sex through a phone and webcam, no matter what anyone tells you."

"So, you're telling me," Jon had been screwing with her, aware of her anxiety and nervousness around him was a no bueno on any physical front. For now, his good looks and charming nature would eventually win out, regardless of HER boundary issues. "That you're staying here with me then, when you come to Vegas, and you definitely want to cuddle." He was a lecher and he knew it; his words and tone were implying things that were probably going to get him bitch smacked the next time he did see her.

Since he wanted to tease her, Delilah felt inclined to do the same thing to him. She had a camisole on that matched her dark blue boy cut panties and it had a sweetheart neckline, so the tops of her breasts were exposed. "What I'm telling you, Moxley," She leaned into the camera a little too close to where only her face and boobs could be seen and he could clearly see DOWN her camisole. Delilah wasn't wearing a bra either, she hated to sleep in them. "Is I will stay with you in Vegas, in that big, strapping, secure house," Her voice had dropped an octave, an evil smirk curving her lips. "And I'll sleep in my own bed." She clapped her hands together to jolt him out of the hypnotic spell she'd put him under and finished brushing her hair, pulling it up to fan on top of her head. "Sorry if you thought I was implying something else."

She was implying something else. Delilah was just being cocky because she was thousands of miles away where she knew she was safe from him and his 'bad habits' of not respecting physical boundaries. Jon so wanted to disrespect this saucy vixen right now, and those bouncy tits of hers that were NOT encased in a bra.

"My cock says you're implying quite a bit, doll." He remarked, not shy at all and grabbed his cell just to show her the tent he was sporting. He wasn't an average sized man by any means, in any respect.

"Jon!" Delilah scolded, covering her eyes with her hand and he could see her freshly manicured fingernails that had dark blue tips on them. She hated getting full colored nails and always thought tips were more exotic looking. Right now, they were blue since her wrestling attire always had some kind of blue in it. "I am NOT looking at you again until you put your phone…somewhere else that's NOT inappropriate!" Maybe she had taken the teasing a little TOO far with him, but honestly, it was fun doing this…far away. Now if he was here, in person, NONE of this would be happening and she knew it. "I'm sorry, please put your…Moxley monster away…" Wow, she started laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.

Did she really just call his dick Moxley monster?!

Jon was laughing so hard that the cell was shaking in his hand as he brought it back up to his face, running his free hand down his face. When he uncovered his pink face, he had tears in his electric blues, shaking his head. "Moxley monster?" He rasped, shaking his head at the screen and then put it back on the pop socket, letting his hands fall into his lap. That erection hadn't gone anywhere, her reaction to him showing her a tent, his dick covered in material, had just made it worse. "Just remember that monster," He winked at her. "The next time you think about showing off those beautiful tits of yours, doll."

"I was only teasing you because…because you're exposing that damn chest of yours! How fair is that?!" Delilah shot back, stumbling a little over her words because she was exasperated. And STILL couldn't believe what she'd nicknamed his dick! What the hell was she thinking even doing something like that?! "Okay, okay – I think we veered off course a little and we need to get back on it. No more teasing each other. It's not a good idea." Bad, very bad idea, indeed. "I told you I'm not interested, and I meant it, so let's talk about something else and stop riling each other up." Her face was CRIMSON red, and she tried in vain to get the color to go back to normal.

"No, I like the way this conversation is going." In fact, his free hand was idly giving his cock a few tugs, knowing that was probably a bad idea, but…as long as she didn't see it, no harm, right? "If you weren't interested, Delilah, you wouldn't have teased." She WAS interested, just afraid. "Now what's this about my bare chest, doll?" He trailed a finger down it, smirking when her eyes dropped to follow that finger. She was gorgeous, her face red and her golden brown eyes narrowed, with that silver hair.

BUSTED! Shit, what was she going to do? Lie? Could she lie to Jon? "I had a momentary relapse in judgment. You have a nice chest and…" She really SUCKED at lying! Delilah could see the stern expression on Jon's face through the phone and was tempted to say a quick 'good night' and hang up. That would solve the issues going on between them and cut the conversation short. "And no, I'm not interested. I only teased because you did it first, so…" She stuck her tongue out at him, hoping that would turn him off somehow if she acted a little childish.

It was NOT easy for Delilah to do.

On the contrary, she had made a mouth mistake and Jon took that as a chance to jump. "I don't know, doll…using my real name," She had shrieked it, actually, which he would take as a win since she rarely used his given name. Good or Mox, or some variation of his wrestling name, was what she normally called him, but not this time. "Anddddd," He singsonged, his tongue darting out to swipe his bottom lip. "You said RElapse, not lapse." He LOVED the way her mouth opened just a little, as if that totally un-Delilah like childish moment would distract him. No, he had scented blood, he was going to circle it like a great white shark. "Eyed me a few times over the years, doll?"

She was so screwed! "Of course not!" Flat lie! Delilah had watched that Moxley return video at LEAST fifty times since it came out. Not that she would ever admit that to him or anyone for that matter. "I meant lapse, Moxley. Didn't see you as someone who analyzed everything a person says." Sitting back on her bed, she laid back and leaned against the pillows, feigning yawning. "It's getting late…"

"Uh huh," Jon drawled, distinguishing this woman was lying. She had been holding out on him and they would fix that. "I'mma take pity on you, Del, and let you go to sleep." Tonight. "I hope, doll, you have the best dreams…of me and my chest." He smirked when she made a sound half-exasperated, half a groan. "You know, doll, this wouldn't be as much fun if you weren't such a little…de-light,"He cocked the left side of his mouth up into a very wicked grin. "And you ARE delightful, Delilah." They were going to have fun, he could tell.

"Look, you took what I said the wrong way…"

Delilah was second-guessing going to AEW now because she knew Jon was more than likely signing with them. Freelance, anyway. Then again, she didn't know WHAT Indie companies he would be working for and they could run into each other at any one of them.

"Glad I made your night delightful, Moxley. Good night." She ended the video chat before he could say anything else and tossed her phone to the side on the bed, covering her face with her hands. "FUCK!"

"Fuck!" He wasn't cursing for the same reason she was though, his reasons had to do with the sex that he was now envisioning with that silver haired vixen.

Bent over, her hands cupping those beautiful breasts, pushing them up and out for him. Since she had hung up, Jon had use of both his hands, those boxers down far enough. One hand was stroking his cock, the other was busy with his balls, imagining those sweet lips pursing at him, saying his name.

Saying Jon.

Brandi had no idea who gave Delilah the advice to do a freelance contract, in case things didn't pan out, but they were wise. She said a close friend of hers, in the business, had advised her to do it, so she wasn't strictly stuck with AEW. Cody didn't have a problem with it, so she whipped up a new contract to send over to Delilah, having a great feeling about this.

She would sign, who wouldn't?

"Sami, I need to talk to you about something and it can't wait."

Sami looked up at his sister, raising a brow and could see the seriousness written all over her face. "What's wrong, Delilah?" He almost never used her full name, but the way she looked at him, like she was heartbroken or maybe torn, made his stomach twist violently.

Sitting down, Delilah took his hand in hers and heaved a sigh. "I signed with AEW, Sami." Now she looked up at him, swallowing hard and wasn't surprised when he snatched his hand away from her, acting as if she just burned him. "I'm not happy in Impact anymore and they made me an offer I couldn't refuse. I'll be freelancing, so if I want to come back to Impact, I can, but…I'm also not about to pass this opportunity up."

Sami could only sit there and stare at her, wondering what the hell? They both had been offered a chance to 'come check things out', and he had been on the fence because his offer was a solo thing. He had oVe here with Impact and they had a good thing going. So, for her to sit him down and tell him they had made an offer she 'couldn't refuse', he didn't know what to think. It was like she had never planned on 'checking things out', so much as making that leap.

"Okay." He said finally, dumbly clearing his throat, staring down at the hand he had snatched from her. "What brought this on?"

Don't let what you want slip away, you'll fucking hate yourself for it.

Delilah knew exactly what brought this on and it wasn't just because Jon would more than likely go to AEW, it was the fact she needed something new. Fresh. AEW was new and fresh. Impact was a messy company to work for and not at all organized or taken seriously. She wanted to be with a winning company instead of a low-class one.

"I don't want this opportunity to slip away and fucking hate myself for it later, Sami. This didn't just come on out of nowhere, I've been thinking a lot about doing this. I've had the contract for a couple weeks now and I just signed it this morning. Life is too short and, as much as I love being in oVe, I need to set out on my own and find my own way, forge my own path." She wouldn't be a wrestler forever, not at age 32. "I want to conquer every women's division in every wrestling company I can before I retire. I only have a handful of years left before I'll have to find something else to do with my life." Women didn't make it nearly as long in this business as men.

Delilah would retire by age 40 from professional wrestling, more than likely.

Sami got what she was saying, he honestly did. Women didn't last as long in this business as men did. No matter how far the wrestling world had come, that was one thing that hadn't changed, men still and probably would always outlast the women. Most likely, it had a lot to do with ageism, how women looked as they got older, unless they decided to go with surgery and shit to fight the aging process. Men didn't really have that issue and, to be fair, men were kind of stupid.

"Man, this feels…weird."

"It'll be okay."