BROCK POV

"So Nikki is the one you are training?"

"That is what I said.." I sighed as we drove over to the gym.

He drove along as he was heading for a meeting further up.

"This is perfect! "

I knew in his mind he believed he was one step closer to getting her on our team. Which was the last thing I needed.

"No its not you need to find me a way out of this shit!"

The last training session was a disaster. Well not her pushing herself up against me that was ...

Bad as I fucking kissed her and she clearly knew it, I wasn't exactly holding back.

She was the one to stop it, not me and that pissed me off as I should've been the one to have some fucking sense but when I walked in and saw her dressed like that and having her on top of me...

It has been awhile since I have been with someone and she just fucking..

"No Brock! Since when do you quit?" I realized where my mind was heading and was grateful for his interruption.

"When I don't fucking like the shit that I am doing.."

"Well according to what I heard in her locker on Sunday you seem to like this shit very much"

I turned my face to him.

"Nothing fucking happened" I shook my head at least nothing was going to happen again.

Even though for some reason when I got eliminated I just wanted to find her and kiss her, which didn't work out as I acted like a idiot the moment she showed she some what cared.

Her sister had been shouting at her, basically calling her heartless but yet when I pulled her back I saw her apologetic face for me and I couldn't handle it as I wasn't used to someone caring and I wasn't used to feeling myself caring as I wanted to destroy her sister for shouting at her like that.

Regardless of the fact that she had pissed me off earlier in the night by taunting me I was still drawn to her and I wished I wasn't...

"Well I hope not.. I don't need you messing around with my future client, she does not need that right now"

"Why don't you focus more on your current client and what do you mean by messing around?"

"I mean you have been divorced for quite some time and you have needs. No amount of hours spent in the gym is going to change that and Nikki Bella is not the woman for that. She goes for guys like John Cena not the Beast."

He shrugged and I was instantly annoyed.

"I don't go looking for a fuck , never have before and I won't be starting now. I don't have time for women!"

All they did was try to change me.

"If I wanted her which I don't.. I could have her, we are more alike than you think"

I shook my head as everyone around the locker knew she was high maintenance hence her being with that fucking former face of the company.

I didn't see it though and the things her sister said reminded me of myself.

"That's definitely not true! " He shook his head and I was relieved that we were finally at the gym so that I could get away from the current conversation even though I would be seeing the woman we were discussing.

"Besides she's not a Summer or  a Rosa, she doesn't go around after every wrestler she sees .."

"You're acting like I chase after divas!" I snapped.

"You definitely need the gym in your life " he shook his head, " And I would never say that, that would be pushing it"

" I'm glad you realize that,See you later!" I got out and headed for the gym.

"I'm so fucking sick of everyone telling me who I am you know ? its just fucking annoying!!!" I heard her screaming and by the sound of it I guess she was using the punching bag.

"You just have to forget about everyone else Nikki.."

I heard a guy's voice and instantly walked faster as I felt a unknown feeling of her being mine.

"I know but your wife isn't making it easier for me and.." I finally reached the full gym and saw her kicking and punching the bag while Bryan held it.

I'm not sure why but I felt relieved that it was him ..

"She's just causing me to.... Brock.." She stopped as she realized I was there and I immediately looked at her.

"I thought you wouldn't be pitching today.." she looked over at him as if giving me an explanation as to why he was there.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

I could've just left there and said that I didn't want to train her but because of the fact that I had gotten so hyped when I thought Daniel was someone else I immediately changed my mind.

She took her gloves off, "Because Brock.. last week you clearly weren't very eager to teach me anything new or even help me improve. So there is no point in you being here"

I was taken aback by her response and I wasn't happy about it either.

"So what , you're going to get him to help you?" I pointed over at Daniel, who was drinking some water and seemed unphased as he clearly knew she could handle herself.

"No , his just here because I want him to be.. I don't need to explain myself but I'll tell Vince he needs to find me someone else as his pick wasn't good enough" she scoffed and walked past me and Daniel followed.

Paul was going to fucking kill me.

I was just about to go after her when she almost bumped into me as she came in holding a towel.

"You're still here?" She glared my way and I was used to her speaking how she felt but she was seriously not holding back today .

She was mad and I wasn't sure whether it was aimed at me or not.

She sat down next to the punching bag and stared up at me. I realized she was waiting for a response..

"Yeah because I sure as hell am good enough to train your spoilt ass and whether you like it or not that's what I am going to do"

"Just fucking go! God I just want to be alone !"

She stood up and began punching the bag yet again and I knew something was up with her since the first time she bumped into me as she had been screaming her lungs out at her sister .

But I didn't care so there was no point in sticking around.

"Fine! But don't come asking me for my help again" I shrugged as if she wanted to be alone that bad I was going to let her be.

"Of course this one time the Beast does what I fucking want" I heard her as I reached the door and saw her walking away over to the ring.

"What the hell do you want Barbie?"

"The Beast everyone fears I want to train with that beast not the one whose clearly giving up because he doesn't like the situation he has been put in. I know you hate me as much as you hate the world but I thought you strived to be the best at everything you did but you are failing as a fucking trainer"

She shrugged and I didn't know what the fuck was up with this woman but no one told me I was a failure and even though she was right about me hating the world, I didn't hate her.

There was something about her that made me admire her and I think it was because she was fearless.
What else do you call someone who has the guts to bite my head off and kiss me in one day.

"I don't like working with people especially woman so.."

"I am not here to be treated like a woman if I wanted that I would be training with divas .. so now either wrestle me like the man you are supposed to be or go "

I hid my smirk as best as I could .

"You want the Beast?"

" Yes!" I took off my sweater and got into the ring and I saw the brief surprise in her face but she quickly recovered and we hooked in.

"Just pass out!" I heard her above me as she had the sleeper hold hooked on me .

She had drop kicked me and then hopped onto me and wrapped her legs around me and I was thankful for the fact that she wasn't wearing those damn shorts.

But I don't think she realized my face was buried within her cleavage which definitely wasn't going to make me pass out.

She let go of my head and leaned back now with her hands on my shoulder.

"I don't have the strength to knock you out" she sighed and I chuckled a bit and she smiled .

I only saw this smile twice so far, the first time I saw it I felt exactly the way I did now and I ended up snapping at her to hide that I had actually been enjoying her company.

She had a beautiful fucking smile and I broke my stare from it and looked into her eyes which were on me.

My hands which hung at my side instinctively grazed over her thighs , which were unfortunately covered, as I was about to grip them as her cleavage so close definitely affected me but she immediately hopped off.

"Er... I have to go Bryan's outside. His my er lift " she mumbled as she rushed out of the ring and I sighed as I watched her leave yet again.

Unlike the last time though I actually wanted to go after her but decided against it.

There must have been a reason she fought it as I knew she felt something when I looked into her eyes.

I shook my head as I was confused as I hadn't felt like this in a long time..

I needed a fucking cold shower.

Why was Nikki so snappy today?

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