Chapter 15

However, that didn't mean Jon hadn't taken her ass with OTHER parts of his body, such as his tongue. Apparently, having a tongue shoved up her tight hole, literally, was orgasmic and that particular flashback, that memory, crashed over her. "Oh my god…" What other dirty, disgusting things had she done with Jon?!

Delilah did NOT want to remember any more of it and vowed to never, ever let it happen again. It was a onetime deal and she was another notch on his bedpost, nothing more. Taking a deep breath, she waited a few more minutes to let her cheeks cool down and then turned to head downstairs, the smell of food guiding her. Biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs and bacon – That grease from the bacon would really help and he had also made sausage patties.

"Need coffee…"

Indeed, Jon was a kinky bastard and he would do that stuff drunk or sober. She had a backside sculpted by the gods, that was for sure, and he had gladly worshipped it. "On the counter, doll." He was in just a pair of basketball shorts that were hanging off his hips, a bandana over his head because even with short hair, he didn't do food with hair in it. "Give me a second…" He was pouring bacon grease into the already hot pan before dropping batter into it.

Griddle cakes, just what the doctor ordered.

"Who are you making all this food for? We're never going to be able to eat all of this, Moxley." Delilah pointed out the obvious, but apparently, he didn't care and just shrugged at her.

Coffee…she poured herself a huge mug of it and grabbed the creamer out of the fridge, when Jon told her it was there. He knew how she liked her coffee and had creamer for her…interesting. It made her wonder how he knew she would stay here to begin with since they had run into each other at the hotel just yesterday. Hell, maybe he bought it for the 'friends' who had bailed on him. That seemed like a better possibility. A quick glance at the clock told her it was just after 10 AM and she had no idea what time they had passed out or had gotten back from venturing the Vegas Strip.

"Thanks…" Delilah still couldn't meet his gaze and sat at the kitchen table to sip her coffee, staring outside.

The friends who were never supposed to stay with him from the get-go; he had only RELUCTANTLY offered his place once they all learned everywhere was sold out. The creamer, however, was because he used it in ice cream, which he would not be sharing with the class because some people thought he was already weird. No need to have them upgrade him to crazy.

"Breakfast is my favorite meal." He informed her, beginning to set the table while his cakes finished up. "I'll whip up a big one and then just eat it throughout the day." His lazy version of meal preps every now and again.

"I remember the breakfast sandwiches you used to make with the Texas toast and eggs."

Delilah hated the small talk, but she really didn't know what else to say to Jon. Thanks for a night of raunchy fucking, have a nice day? That wouldn't work considering she HAD to stay here for another night before heading back to Cincinnati.

Sipping more of her coffee, Delilah didn't offer to help him because her head was still achy, along with the rest of her body, and she didn't ask him to do any of this. All she wanted to do was nurse her coffee and try not to toss her cookies, knowing the grease would help with her nausea too. Jon walked over and she slightly jumped when a piece of bacon came into her vision, taking it to nibble on.

"Thanks…"

"I haven't made those in a while. I can afford a lot of food, you know more variety and shit, so I make…a lot of different things." Texas toast and eggs did sound good though, maybe tomorrow they'd have that before she tried scurrying away. "Here." He set down a glass of water. "It'll help and you need to get hydrated, doll." Or else her debut match with AEW tonight was going to both suck and hurt. Once he had loaded their plates, figuring she could pick and choose what she wanted, he sat down opposite of her with his own mug of black coffee. "How's the hangover, Del?"

She began gulping the water down, knowing he made a valid point and finished it before starting to eat, after Jon set the table with everything. "Sucks." She muttered, taking a bite out of her biscuits and gravy, closing her eyes because it tasted amazing. "Long Island Iced Teas are the devil and I will NEVER drink them again." Delilah informed him, still not looking in directly in the eyes and ate in silence. There was no way she'd be able to have a civilized conversation while eating and trying to get rid of a hangover. "Good food." Jon had gotten her a refill on her water and grabbed her hand when she reached for it, every part of her body tensing. Hesitantly and slowly, her eyes finally slid over until they locked on electric blues with Jon squatting beside her. "Please don't." She pulled her hand away from his, not wanting to be touched right now and clasped her hands in her lap after setting her fork down on the plate.

Her food was half-eaten.

"Still freaking out over Sami?" Of course, she was because Sami was Delilah's only excuse for not giving into what she very obviously and vigorously wanted.

Honestly, Sami wasn't even that good an excuse either, not in Jon's eyes. If anything, it would be the wrestling aspect that would put a rift between the siblings, not her being with Jon. Personally, Jon thought she was just looking for all these reasons to avoid him because she was scared and had no idea why. Joke was on her, she was stuck with him now, even if her memory alluded her right now.

"I don't want to talk about it!" Delilah snapped, standing from the chair abruptly and immediately regretted it, her head hurting all over again. "Damn it, last night was a mistake, Jon. A fucking mistake! It NEVER should've happened and the only reason it did was because I got drunk, like a fucking idiot!" This would NOT happen again. Tears stung her eyes, and a few slid down her cheeks from both the pain in her head and the guilt crashing over her all over again. "Sami is never going to find out about this." Her voice had changed, lowered, and her narrowed golden brown eyes finally looked at Jon, her jaw set. "I mean it. You got what you wanted. You got me liquored up and now, I'm another notch on your damn bedpost. Congratulations, Moxley, you finally got in my panties. Now excuse me, I'm going to lay the fuck down for a few hours before the show." After she grabbed another water out of the fridge.

Except she tottered on her way around the table and Jon was up instantly to catch her. More water and rest, and the lightheadedness would fade. "Knock it off." He ordered patiently when she began struggling.

Delilah was going to hurt herself more than him. Jon had guzzled water last night during his drinks, avoiding all of this. It had taken some heavy liver damage and a lot of mornings worshipping the porcelain god before he had learned this nifty little bit about the human body.

"You are NOT a notch, Delilah!" He growled, sweeping her up into his arms and then got another bottle of water. "You mean way too much to me to be just a notch, and you wanted it too!"

"Let go of me! Put me down!" She shouted, flailing in his arms and clutched her head, knowing every time she yelled, her head would throb. "Fuck, I hate you." Delilah muttered with no real malice in her tone, just sheer pain. She'd NEVER had a hangover this bad in her LIFE! What the hell was in those Long Island Iced Teas?! Why didn't she just stick with bourbon like she normally did?! "Mother fucker…" She hissed, letting Jon carry her back upstairs and didn't realize they were in his bedroom until she looked around. "What the fuck am I doing in here? I have my own room, Good, or did you forget that? Take me there…" Like she really wanted to sleep in the same bed they had countless hours of sex in!

"Well, considering you 'moved in' last night." He retorted flatly, nodding his head at her pile of 'belongings' on his dresser. She didn't remember. Delilah had grabbed a handful of whatever those were, clothes and what looked like a makeup bag, announced she was moving into his room, and then they had a lot of sex. "Besides, the sheets are clean…we changed them…" Well, after the anal play, there had been more sex, but it was still fresh and clean. "Come on, stop it." Jon lay her out on his bed. "I have blackout shades, you'll sleep better in here." Did she really think she was just a notch? There was no way…maybe he should jog her memory.

No, not right now, this was the most HORRIBLE time for THAT conversation.

Delilah MOVED IN here last night?

What the FRACK?

Delilah's head hurt too much to try wracking her brain for that particular memory, but the evidence was clear as day. If only she knew and understood WHY she had 'moved in' here…turning on her side, still facing him, Jon ran his fingers through her hair after pulling the tie out of it to loosen the pressure on her head. "I-I really messed up…" She whispered, silent tears sliding down her cheeks and closed her eyes as Jon pressed a button on a remote on the nightstand. The blackout shades instantly dropped, blanketing the room in darkness and soon, with his fingers still caressing her hair, Delilah was out for the count, her breathing even.

Yes, she had and she didn't even know or remember the half of it. Jon sighed as he stared down at her, running a finger down along the side of her face before her jawline. Knowing Delilah wouldn't be up anytime soon, he leaned forward to gently brush his lips against the corner of her mouth before getting out of the bed. He'd go take care of breakfast, get a workout in, and then come check on her, but he had a feeling she wasn't waking up anytime soon. Probably for the best, and hopefully, she didn't remember the rest of last night until at least her debut match was over with. Delilah didn't need the distractions and that was a BIG distraction. His eyes scanned over her one final time before Jon quietly closed the door behind him, leaving his sleeping wife to her recovery.

No recollection besides the sex.

Even as she showered and got ready for Double or Nothing, more flashbacks of their sexual encounter pierced her mind. It was getting embarrassing the type of things she had done, quite frankly. Her wrestling attire would also go with her formal wear, sort of. It was a backless transparent embroidered floral bodysuit. She had a black bra on, but the rest of the chest and stomach area were see-through with the black floral design. The sleeves were long and crisscrossed down her arms, along with the floral see-through design. The back would show off her dragon wings and the bottom were all black, not see-through because she wanted to be SOMEWHAT conservative.

A black choker was around her neck and she had smoked her eyes out, shimmery red gloss on her lips, foundation and contour to hide any blemishes. She had also pulled her silver hair up in a high tail to fan out over her shoulders and added black fishnets to accentuate her legs. The skirt she slipped on was deep red, had black lace hem and went two inches above the knee, making it a mini skirt of sorts. Her feet were encased in two-inch peep-toe heels. All she had to do was take the skirt off, change out of her heels and she was ready to wrestle. Taking a deep breath, Delilah took one last look in the mirror and groaned, another flashback hitting her.

Fuck Jon, pound me…pound me as hard as you can, baby…it's your pussy and I'm yours completely, nobody else's…oh god!

For fuck's sake, would these EVER stop?! Delilah snatched her black clutch off the dresser and made her way downstairs to see if Jon was ready to leave.

Jon had a pair of black pants that hugged his muscular thighs and backside perfectly, along with a black beater, another black Henley shirt over his shoulder. He turned when he heard Delilah coming, his pale blue eyes widening and darkening at the same time as he visually drank her in. "Damn…" He whistled, wondering if she was over her issues about what had happened last night because he wanted to take her into his arms and kiss that gloss right off of her. "You look gorgeous, doll."

"Thanks…" No, no she was not over her issues from earlier and probably never would be. However, Delilah couldn't help giving him a onceover of her own, nodding her approval and looked anywhere except at him. "Are you ready to go? I don't want to be late my first night on the job and I'm sure you don't either."

Her head wasn't hurting anymore, so that was a plus, but boy did she have cotton mouth from HELL. There would be NO more drinking, at least until she was out of Vegas and back in Cincinnati, away from Jon. At least until everyone started traveling with AEW and then…then Delilah would have to watch herself. Jon was busy reading her face, noting that she was purposefully avoiding looking into his and sighed. He stepped into her space, hands moving to cup her cheeks and felt her entire body stiffen, bending down to rest his head against hers.

"All right, Del, let's go." He'd wait and break it to her…maybe tonight after the show. Jon really didn't want her trying to leave; he had interfered and done enough shady things this weekend and would add to that if he had to.

It was a very, VERY good thing her glam was waterproof or else Jon would have wiped it away with touching her. "Please stop touching me. For fuck's sake…"

Didn't he get enough of touching her last night in her inebriated state? Apparently not! She walked out of the front door with her bag over her shoulder and waited for him to lead the way to his…sports car. Since when did Jon own more than one vehicle? That made sense she supposed as Delilah slid in the passenger seat, placing her bag on her lap. Jon took it, tossing it in the backseat and she buckled up, looking around the beautiful luxury sports car.

"Didn't take this to be your style, Moxley."