Wrestling One Shots

Promised (2)

"And for some reason you thought I'd just fall into your lap?" I asked.

"No, definitely not." he chuckled.

"You find something entertaining?"

"You're sitting on my kitchen counter ..."

"Why was my clothes changed?" I asked, looking down at the shirt I'm now wearing.

"Your clothes were bloody and ripped." he replied, keeping his eyes on mine.

"And that gave you the right to take my clothes off?"

"I didn't and I didn't want blood on my bed." he said.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"You passed out after having your head smacked against concrete twice, you got attacked and ..."

"He choked me." I said, brushing my fingers over my neck.

"The marks are faint, they'll fade quickly." he angrily stated.

"I'm gonna kill David fucking Fletcher." I growled.

"And I'll make sure that happens." Karrion said.

"I don't need your help."

"He had one of his men grab you and you didn't realize it at all." he argued.

"And I can guarantee that won't happen again. I need something to change into." I told him, hopping down from the counter.

"Why?"

"I'm leaving ... can't leave like this. I mean I can but ..."

"No, you're not leaving." He stated.

"And you think that I'm just going to sit down and obey your law?" I asked.

"If I have to..."

"I'll leave this apartment in this shirt and nothing else. Do not try me, Kross." I growled.

"Where the hell are you gonna go? You don't have an apartment, your friend is probably already asleep, and you don't want to go home. Where are you gonna go?" he asked, starting to get angry.

"Where I go and what I do is none of your business." I stated.

"It is when we're going to be married." he smirked.

"Think again, I have no intention of marrying you."

"Is it just me? Is it the idea of the arranged marriage to me that aggravates you?"

"It's you, it's the idea of the arranged marriage, it's the marriage itself. I don't want it. I have had fucking enough of men telling me what to do with my life. You sure as hell will not be the next one thinking he's gonna do so." I argued.

"You don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't try to control you." he said, that smirk back on his face.

I wanna punch him ... and kiss him. Now that I have the time to study him without that cloud of anger, I can admit, just to myself, that he's fine as fuck. Had this situation not happened, I wouldn't have minded a tumble in bed with him. For now, I wanna stab him, and get as far away as possible.

"Right ... you'd just let me do whatever I want?"

"Within limits."

"There you go, still gotta get that control in. I refuse to live within anyone's limits that aren't my own." I scoffed, turning away from him.

"Limits are necessary."

"Some clothes to change into? I'll be heading out now."

"Raegan ..."