Professional At All Times

Info & Working Out

CASSIE P.O.V.

John and I walked through the front doors, of the hotel. We walked up to the front desk and John checked in. I looked down at the puny female, behind the desk. Man she sure was small. I stop looking at her and looked around for the pool, or the direction towards the pool. I saw the sign and it was up on top of the building, along with the gym.

We walk up to our room and I fall onto one of the beds. "Cass. I'm hungry." I lift my head and look at John.

"Okay?... What do you want?" I say trying to not laugh at the uncomfortable look on his face.

"I don't fully know, Cass." His look starts to stray away from me. I knew something was on his mind and I needed to get a hold of it, before it changes him. I sit up and look at him.

"John, whats wrong? I know that there's something on your mind and before it gets to you... I want to know what it is. Now spill."

"Cass. I don't think I can tell you..."

"Why not, John?..."

"Because she's one of your close friends."

"Wait... what?"

"It's Nicole."

"Nikki?"

"Yes her. I like her alright? Get over it."

"John stop overreacting. I was just concerned for you. Okay?.." I stand up. "You're my cousin. I care for you more than my own brother, at times." I look at John, with sadness in my eyes. I sit back down, on my bed and look at the floor.

"Cass. I am so sorry that I yelled at you. I never meant to raise my voice at you. I'm sorry that I did that to you and I promise not to do that to you ever again." He hugs and and rubs my back.

"So do you want me to talk to Nikki for you? See if I can get an answer out of her."

"What kind of answer?"

"If she likes you." With that I get up and walk to the bathroom. I get my pj's on and brush my teeth, hair and get my face cleaned. I walk back out and to the bed. I get in, under the covers and roll into them. I wrapped myself in the covers and tried to fall asleep, but it was no use.

*beep...beep...beep*

I slam my alarm, only to find I slammed my phone. Crap! I shoot up and see if I cracked it or something. Thank God, I didn't. I get up and go to the bathroom. I change into my gym gear and put my hair into a high ponytail. I put on my blue and black running shoes and grab a room key.

I walk up to the gym and see Brock Lesnar on one of the treadmills. I walk up to him and see nothing but sweat. "Hey Beastie." I say, while starting the treadmill.

"Hey little Cena."

"Um yeah look, I ain't no Cena."

"Yeah right. I call that bullshit! You're his cousin."

"Yeah. I may be his cousin, but I have a different last name."

"And what's that?"

"Keith."

"Ah nice. So I was wondering with you wanted to go to breakfast with me here in a little bit."

"Sure what time?"

"8 or 9."

"Okay. How bout 8:30?"

"I can do that. Hey come on let's workout together."

"Um, hey look I just started on this thing." I pointed down to the treadmill.

"That thing can wait. This Beast wants to workout with a beautiful woman."

I looked at him, in shock. "Whoa, wait what?" I question him, as I get off the treadmill. I walked over to him, and the weights. He started to lift. All I could do was stare at his muscles.

"You... like... what... you... see?" He asked, between lifts.

"......" was all I could say, so pretty much speechless.

"Speechless.... that's what I like." He said as he set the barbell back in its place and stood up. "Hey you okay?" He asked as he came over and put his hand on my shoulder. He lightly shook me out of my trance.

"Oh, um yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I try to hide my cheeks. He lifts my chin and tilts my head until I was looking up at him.

"I like it when you blush. It's quite cute." He smiles. I start to shy away, and take my chin out of his hand. I was looking away, when I feel his hand on my chin again. "Stop turning away from me, otherwise I can't admire your beauty." I feel my cheeks get warmer and warmer. "Goddamn girl, you are sexy." Now my cheeks were hotter than ever. "Wow, that is the darkest shade of blush, I have ever seen." Brock pecks me on my cheek and heads towards the door.

"Where the hell are you going, Lesnar?"

"Um, to go get ready for breakfast. Look at what time it is. You should too." He points to the wall, behind me. I turn around and see that it was eight. Suddenly, there were two, muscled arms around my waist.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Nope, I am taking you hostage, in my room." He said as he took me to his room.

"Um excuse me I have no clothes to change into. Care to explain how you're going to figure that out, Mr. Lesnar." I say as he lets me down, on the bed.

"Now don't worry, sweet cheeks. You look extremely sexy in what you have on."

"Gee thanks, Beast." I say crossing my arms.

"No problem, beautiful." He says as he sits next to me. "How about I let you take one of my room keys, you can go get your bag, or bags, and you can stay here. I'll go get ready."

"Wait, what makes you think that I want to stay here with you?"

"Well if you don't..."

"Now, I am not saying that I don't want to stay with you, nor did I say I wanted to stay with John. I would much rather stay with you, because he has been acting strange."

"Okay, so you are going to stay with me?"

"Sure why not. Let me go get my stuff then. I have to make sure that John is still asleep."

"Okay. I'll be in the shower if you need anything."