...whatever I felt moments before, when I was alone with Brock, was replaced by a sick feeling.

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I stared over at the set, despite my plan of avoiding the gym I had been emailed to come down so we could all have our photographs taken for our promo posters.

My brother had told me quite a few things before he let me tag along with him, since he was quite close to the owner’s family he knew things most people didn’t. It started out as a family business in the gym but they were planning bigger things and that’s why they wanted more exposure.

Brock was currently doing his shoot and I took it as time to admire the Beast without repercussions or anyone getting suspiscious. He wasn’t hot in the conventional way, but he had a way of pulling you in if you chose to dare take the time to allow your eyes to linger. The man was nearing forty and apart from random celebrity crushes, he was the oldest guy I had ever been interested in. But, I couldn’t stop the feelings I felt in the last few weeks even though I barely knew him and most importantly he was married.

What was going on with me?

My eyes trailed up his body and only once they reached the top did I realize he was staring at me, staring at him.

“Have you seen your brother yet?”

I heard Tom and tore my eyes away from Brock’s, “No. The way he is avoiding me you would think that I did something wrong, but I know he will miss us. Especially now that his plans seem to be falling apart.”

He nodded as it seemed they wanted Brock to feud with Mark instead, otherwise he wouldn’t have returned or at least those the rumours around the gym for the past few days.

“He will definitely miss you, who else would distract his opponents with their revealing outfits!” He teased while I gasped and adjusted the lace bralette I wore to accompany my black pleated skirt.

Before I could respond I heard a loud bang, glanced towards the cause and saw a trash can kicked over and realized Brock had been the cause of it.

“Seems like someone is still upset about the other night”

“What do you mean?” I quickly questioned.

“Mark attacking him?” He frowned due to my reaction and I quickly nodded.

“Sorry my brain is everywhere.” I shook my head and walked onto set so I could do my piece.

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“How are you sitting here so calmly?” I heard Paige as I sat on the ring apron out in the gym since everyone else was in the back.

“How else does one sit when waiting for their friends to finish shooting so they can go for dinner?” I mused due to her tone. 

“There is a massive brawl happening between Brock and Mark back there. I just finished my shoot and Tom was up when it came our way like a fucking tornado. I came out just out of fear of being collateral damage” She half laughed as she hopped on beside me.

“Brawl over what?” I frowned as Brock barely came out of his locker room, let alone had anyone confident enough to pick a fight with him.

“Brock had no idea he was going to return last week and like with Seth’s stunt, he felt humiliated. It's obvious, he does not like to have his ego bruised like all the other guys around here. I’m going to the store to get some things, just pick me up when Tom comes back from playing hero” She sighed before heading towards the door while I reluctantly moved to the door that led to the lockers.

I didn’t hear any commotion as I walked down the hallway, I spotted the medic and stopped him. “Hey Chris, have you seen Tom?”

“Yeah. He is in a meeting with Vic, I will let him know you were looking for him”

“Thanks!” I glanced back at him before moving on but before I could go anywhere I felt myself being pulled into a locker room. I was pushed against the door so fast and tried to fight back but my hands were held above my head and lips met mine.

Brock.

I returned the kiss and felt my skirt being lifted and my underwear pushed aside as he pushed into me. As soon as he was inside me he broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, I could feel the anger from whatever I had missed. His eyes were dark as he pushed me up against the door but even though I was slightly afraid I was even more excited by it.

His hands left mine as he held onto my legs that were now wrapped around him and I allowed my hands to hold onto him as he bit into my neck. I moaned out and pressed my fingers into his back as the pleasure ran through me. He pushed hard into me for one last time while my nails clawed into his back as I was pushed over the edge…

We stayed like that for a few seconds just our heavy breathing while I hadn’t even realized I was in his hallway. He lifted his head from my neck and stared into my eyes and I didn’t see the rage anymore, his blue eyes were calm.
I leaned into kiss him, we had yet to even say anything but I wanted a kiss that wasn’t filled with anger and he returned it.

“Brock, open up!” I heard his manager’s voice and sighed. Brock reluctantly set me down and adjusted his pants while I tried to locate my bralette.

“At least he let us finish this time” I mused, sensing his irritation growing due to the interruption and he chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it.

He kissed me briefly before sighing as we heard a knock on the door again, “Go shower. I’ll join you soon”

I made my way to the bathroom and hated that I had allowed myself to be consumed by him again, even though I Ioved it too, I still felt used by him. He didn’t care to apologize for how rude he could be when upset and just pretended like it never happened.

I turned the shower on so it could heat up while I took off my clothes but heard their voices and leaned against the door.

“That girl was in here, wasn’t she?” 

“What? Stop with your suspiscions, Paul. Why are you here?”

“You know why I am here. That brawl you started? What were you thinking? You are done with your shoot so he wants you to leave so chaos doesn’t erupt again while they are finishing the others. And its not suspiscions when that bra over there certainly does not belong to you. You better cut this shit out, you are a married man fuckin around with a little ring slut”

“She’s not a slut and the last time I checked it's my life, not yours. You do not tell me what to do, you are in charge of my work not my private life. So, if I want to have a good time with someone at work I fucking will cause I fucking can!”

I wasn’t sure how to feel about his words but I quickly hopped into the shower as I heard the door slam. Yes, he had defended me in his own way and his words were released out of anger due to Paul’s but whatever I felt moments before, when I was alone with Brock, was replaced by a sick feeling.

I felt him behind me and turned around to face him as the shower hit his back, “So what did your manager want?”

“I have to leave apparently” He shrugged while I simply nodded and continued the shower in silence and he didn’t try to change it.

“I have to get going, Tom is probably waiting for me” I whispered as I finished dressing as quickly as I could.

“You can drive with me” He casually said as he sat onto the couch and I tried to hide my surprise at the offer.

I smiled, “That’s okay, Tom is my driving buddy”

“I know where you live, I have no problem replacing him” He shrugged.

“I'm sorry, the last thing I feel like is sharing a car with Paul” I shook my head.

“But you’re not going to be there for Paul” He countered which was true but I didn’t really feel like sharing a car with him at the moment but I couldn’t say that. I didn’t understand why he was so insistent though.

“Maybe some other time. Besides, you don’t live in the city so it would be a detour having to drive all the way”

He ran his hand over his face and I could tell he was frustrated but didn’t release it as he moved towards his bag to pack his things, “Okay, McKenzie. How about we meet up on Saturday and I will give you some ring training.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise this time which he noticed and elaborated. “Er, I saw some of your match last week. I used to wrestle in college before the fighting so I was thinking you could surprise your opponents”

He smiled even though I could sense he was angered by me turning him down.

I simply nodded and considered kissing him since it was the first time we were parting ways and neither one of us was storming off. I decided against it though and he didn’t say anything as I left while I tried to erase the thought that all I was good for was a good fuck.