Chapter 35
The rings were simple and beautiful, hers a little flashier than Jon's.
It was a simple princess-cut black diamond ring on a platinum band. The price made Delilah's eyes nearly fall out of her head, but Jon wanted her to have the best and to pick out what she wanted. She tried to pick something less expensive, but Jon wouldn't let her, letting her know it was all right. This was her wedding ring and she'd only wear it at home, not on the road. His was a black titanium band with a simple diamond in it, very durable. After spending a truckload at the jewelers with the rings on their fingers, it was time to hit the tattoo parlor.
They both picked out an elegant, small, barbed wire design that would wrap around their finger entirely. It was perfect for both of them considering the world they came from and they lived in now. Each held the other's hand while the tattooing commenced, talking to each other since it was a very DELICATE part of the body being inked. She had gone first and was admiring the tattoo while Jon got his, the black diamond ring on her right ring finger since nothing could go on her left one until the tattoo was healed.
As far as he was concerned, he was NEVER getting married again. This was IT for him. SHE was IT for him. Since he had deprived Delilah of a proper wedding and reception, the honeymoon and all that jazz, he wasn't about to skimp on her wedding ring. Though Jon also had zero regrets about their wedding night, they had gone buck wild. If she let him get her buzzed and relaxed a second time, he'd do it all over again, including revisiting her delicious backside. He doubted she was going to be game for that one totally sober.
"Not gonna lie, this is kind of erotic," Jon informed his wife, hearing the tattooist chuckling, no doubt the man had heard a LOT of weird things in his profession. "I can see why Calaway got them everywhere…" It was a bit of a boner inducer. Jon was also a bit turned on by pain in general.
"Why does that not surprise me?"
Calaway? It took a minute for her brain to register who he was referring to. The Undertaker, Mark Calaway. A legend in the business. Possibly the greatest of all time, even though he was under Vince McMahon's thumb. He had stuck with WWE throughout his entire career, that was not a small or easy feat to reach. She had a lot of respect for him and Jon did too.
"Pain has always turned you on. I'll reap those benefits later once we're out of here."
Maybe they'd go back home and go buck wild on each other, just like they did the night they got married. Delilah really wished with her whole heart and soul she could remember that night because that was something that only happened once. Consummating a marriage only happened once and it was a shame she could only remember bits and pieces of it.
"This design turned out amazing."
Jon would never tell Calaway to his face that he was 'stuck' anywhere because the man had the weirdest – coming from Jon of all people – relationship with the McMahon's out of anyone. It was like they leeched off of each other in a sick, never planning on getting old, sort of way. He definitely did NOT want that kind of relationship with the McMahons, that was very much akin to an abusive, one-sided love affair and he was only into being abused by his wife.
"It did, I like it." It suited them. Jon had thought she might add a girly touch or something, like a rose or a heart, but no. Delilah was nothing like other women, thank the stars! "So, dinner and some drinks after this or are you feeling like a cheap date tonight, wifey?"
"Cheap date?"
"Yeah man, maybe she wants to grab In and Out burger and some bitch beers, cheap date. I'm offering her steak, lobster and wine," Jon bantered with the artist easily enough, glancing up at Delilah who looked somewhat amused. "Or we can repeat ourselves and have those teas again…" He had NOWHERE to duck or dodge without getting this tattoo messed up and had to take the smack upside his head like a man. "Ow…"
"I am NEVER drinking those evil things again, hubby." She sneered playfully, shaking her head at the grin stretched across his face. "You're lucky it was you I married that night and not some hobo or something." Delilah murmured against his lips before softly kissing him. Just a simple peck, nothing passionate because she didn't want his tattoo screwed up. They had to match perfectly. "And as far as your proposal goes, you know I'm always up for a cheap date. I really don't think we're dressed to have steak, lobster, and wine at some fancy restaurant. That's not us. Whiskey, beer, greasy cheeseburgers with fries are more up our alley… and I can make today my cheat day." She was on a strict diet and only allowed herself one cheat day a week, taking care of her body to the best of her ability.
"You are dressed to go anywhere," Delilah looked divine in that outfit, maybe a little on the showy side, but this was Vegas. "And a hobo? Seriously? This is Vegas, it'd be some homeless guy. Or gal."
"I got a really dark joke for you…"
"Uh, don't say it out loud." Jon leaned in as he was whispered the joke, blue eyes going wide at that one. "Two handles!" He wheezed, shaking his head because that had been really terrible and not polite at all. Jon was still laughing even once the tattoo was finished, snickering as he paid for the work and included a hefty tip, just because that had been hilarious. "You ready, babe?" These tattoos, when they hit the itchy stage, were going to SUCK.
It would be more than worth it too. "Lead the way, handsome." She took Jon's offered hand, the one that wasn't freshly inked, and he was gentle with hers since it was her left hand that had been inked too. Together, they walked out and hopped into the truck, buckling up. "I'm wearing jean shorts and so are you, there's no way we'd be allowed in a place unless it's Outback Steakhouse or something like that." The lightbulb came on and Jon grinned at her, making her smile in return. "I don't know if I like that twinkle in your eyes, my husband. Care to enlighten me on what you're thinking?"
"We're going to where we had what I affectionately refer to as 'our first date' and I believe you called it friends just going out." And look at how THAT had panned out for her! She had wound up marrying her 'friend' and he laughed outright when she groaned. It had been a decent place, great food, and plenty of drinks. There had even been music and live entertainment inside the casino. Nothing fancy, but they'd be allowed in. "No teas this time, promise." Jon even crossed his heart with his fingers. "Come on, wifey, we're married and now it's like double official." They had tattooed rings and proper rings! "This just feels like capping it all off."
"You really are a romantic at heart, aren't you?" He brought her hand up gently to kiss the back of it, recalling the place he was talking about. It was nice, not too upscale, and she couldn't think of one reason to dispute it. "You want to relive that night, just the right way." He nodded and she cupped his face with her hand, her finger wrapped in saran, so it was completely covered and moist from the ointment the artist put on it. The smile on Jon's face made her insides turn to mush and she felt her phone buzz, seeing it was a text message from Britt. Everything is fine, we talked and decided to leave the marriage how it is. We got matching rings and ring tattoos today. I'll send you a pic later. Love ya! Britt was either going to think she was completely insane, considering she had broken down earlier over the news, and now she was all for it. "I'll shut my phone off because tonight is about us, nobody else."
Completely insane, well not totally, but a little off her rocker! Britt had to read and reread that text message wondering how rigid Delilah had gone from a crying breakdown over this 'mistake' to TATTOOED wedding rings! She couldn't follow the logic. However, when people were in love, logic usually wasn't involved. Congrats! She sent back before going to make love to her own husband, getting their marriage back on track.
Jon WAS romantic and a little crazy because he found it amusing, revisiting their steps from that night, what steps they remembered anyway. He now had a story and was sticking to it; he HAD been drinking that night, a lot, but he had also been chugging water because hangovers were a bitch. But, for the sake of his now accepted marriage, he was going with 'very, very drunk'.
"And now, off to dinner." His own cell was usually on mute and in his back pocket.
Grinning, he led the way back to the truck, not believing how everything had just fallen into his lap. If Jon was smart, he would not retrace ALL of their steps because there was a chance Delilah could get those memories back if he pushed too hard. If he didn't want her remembering what truly happened, he wouldn't take her to the chapel they were married in. Delilah was all smiles as they drove to the restaurant, jamming out to classic rock and taking in the beautiful lights since the sun set on the horizon. Vegas really was a world all in its own and Delilah couldn't get enough of it; Cincinnati was boring compared to this place. Jon pulled into the parking lot and cut the ignition, walking around to open her door for her to help her out of the truck with a smoldering kiss.
"Mmm, keep that up and we won't bother with dinner and skip straight to dessert, my handsome hubby." He wiggled his brows at her and shook his head, guiding her inside for a delicious meal.
Jon was smart, he had no intentions of getting her blackout drunk on Long Island Iced Teas and then heading off to that chapel. He had every intention of getting her buzzed on her bourbon and maybe some beer, going in the opposite direction of their wedding site if she wanted to do a walkabout, then taking her home and fucking her into next week. Jon was a simple man, with simple tastes, and a devious mind.
"We could always take some dessert home with us, I don't mind using your body as a buffet."
Jon could cram some deliciousness in some interesting places and eat it from her while just eating her. He was so glad he was now sitting at a table because he had just given himself an issue. This woman was a walking issue for him because he had never had so many hard-ons in his life. Her cheeks grew hot at that suggestion and it was a good thing the waiter hadn't come to take their order yet.
"I'm sure you wouldn't." She murmured, opening her menu to look at what they had to offer.
Her eyes narrowed on the Long Island Iced Teas, immediately moving to the food. However, they had a delicious-looking sunrise margarita she wouldn't mind trying. That wasn't nearly as strong as a Long Island iced tea and would give her a nice buzz. The waiter came over a few minutes later, they put their orders in, including that sunrise margarita, and then left them to simply look at each other.
"This has been a whirlwind of a day, huh? Finding out we got married, getting rings and matching tattoos instead of a divorce…" Jon took her hand, kissing the back of it. "What are we gonna tell people? How do you want to do it?" Her brother…that was who Delilah dreaded telling above everyone else and she already knew Britt would keep it secret.
Very few mixed drinks were as strong as those teas, thanks to the variety of alcohols in said tea. How they managed to make them taste so good was beyond him, but he also wasn't bitching. Jon owed those shady, creeper drinks a lot. "Do you want to tell people?" He asked calmly, glad they had cups of water at least and took a sip of his, studying their linked hands together thoughtfully. Jon had just literally posted on social media, which was a big thing for him since he was working at maintaining his tech-idiot façade, of them with Blue in Vegas. If only all those people could see his gaming setup. Only Del knew about it and she had been surprised. "I mean, the tattoos are a pretty big giveaway, but…at the end of the day, it's our business."
He was right, it was their business, but she had already lied to her brother about sleeping with Jon. That damn guilt was back and Jon had posted that picture of them with Blue on social media for the world to see. People would easily put two and two together as soon as their tattoos were showcased on television. They couldn't be hidden forever, not even taping up their hands. There was also Kenny Omega, who wouldn't leave her alone and she was afraid what he might do when it came out she was married to Jon.
"We have to tell Sami. Anyone else can just find out on their own, I guess, but Sami can't be left in the dark again. Britt already knows too, I sorta called and freaked out to her when I discovered the marriage license, but I trust her. She'll keep it to herself." Except her husband. "We can just tell people that are important to us and the others can find out on their own." It wouldn't be hidden for long.
Jon wasn't trying to hide anything. That tattoo would be spotted and speculated on. He had what he wanted and that was her. Everyone else could be left to their speculation as far as he was concerned. If Omega decided not to take the hint, Jon would just wrap barbed wire around his throat and strangle him painfully to death, problem solved.
"You want to tell Sami in person?" He bet Sami would try knocking him out. He had gotten one single text since going 'public' with Delilah and it had been: How could you do this? Since he hadn't had anything nice to say at the time, Jon hadn't replied to it. Telling Sami he loved Delilah was likely to be met with the same garbage he got a lot, which was he wanted to fuck her and discard her when he was done playing.
"That probably wouldn't be a good idea." Delilah decided to just rip the band-aid off and pulled her phone back out, scrolling to Sami in her text messages. Jon and I got married today. Just thought you should know before it's all over social media because we got matching ring tattoos. She showed the text to Jon to make sure it sounded all right and as soon as he nodded, the sent button was pressed. "I don't want to hide this from anyone. I'm your wife and you're my husband, that's the way it is. And tomorrow, I'll start the process of changing my driver's license and social security card and any other bills I have to my new last name." No longer was she Delilah Johnston – she was Delilah Good from today onward. "I'm gonna have to go pack up my apartment on our next days off though…" She'd already given a 30-day notice to her landlord, so everything had to be out of there, along with a thorough cleaning, or else she'd lose her deposit on the place.