Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 2

WWE ROADBLOCK

I stared out of the window as we were on our way to the arena as Brock was scheduled for WWE Roadblock which he was not really happy about as we had to cut our honeymoon short.

We figured he would be free until Wrestlemania but wishful thinking of course.

"Kenz.."

I heard his voice and felt him squeeze my thigh and I turned to face him but he was focused on the road and I was confused as to why he had called me when I heard the song playing.

It was the song that had played the first and last time I had driven his truck due to his injury at Hell In a Cell.

"You still remember it?"

'You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth and I know I shouldn't say it but my heart don't understand why I got you on my mind..'

"Well I remember how annoying it was as you fucking filled the truck with it while I possibly had a concussion " he shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"At least you're not switching the radio off now" I smiled.

"Do you still relate to it?" I shrugged .

"Yes but not for the same reason as then, because I cant explain exactly why I love you so I guess.. I guess I can relate to that ..."

He nodded even though I knew I hadn't made any sense , but I suppose he didn't want to tell me that and hurt my feelings not that it would but I knew how his mind worked.

"You are whipped you know?" I teased and he turned to me as he stopped the rental in the parking lot of the arena.

Paul had been planning on picking us up at the airport in the limo but I guess Brock wanted some more alone time before we got here as it would be our first time here since our wedding.

I wished that Paige would be here but she wasn't scheduled so I would basically be on my own while Brock was out there , not that I cared as I would be watching him anyway and since we arrived in the middle of the show his segment was in 20minutes.

I hadn't spoken to anyone since we drove off into the sunset in his pick - up truck.

I shook my head as I still couldn't believe it but my husband's voice broke me from my thoughts..

"Whipped? Have you and Steve been texting again?" he looked back at me amused.

"Yes on my non-existent phone" I rolled my eyes and he leaned over and kissed me briefly.

"I am though but I don't give a fuck.." he shrugged and looked at me with that look that made my tummy flutter each time and then reached into the back to get his duffel bag and I hopped out.

He locked the car and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me to his side as we entered the building.

"Well if it isn't the newly weds!" I looked up and saw Hunter walking our way.

I could feel Brock's fingers digging into my sides as even though I had told him that Seth was the reason he was messing with us Brock still was not happy that I missed Fast Lane as I knew he needed me backstage waiting for him.

I had watched the match so many times on repeat , watching his face as Dean delivered those blows with the steel chair..

The way he rolled out of the ring in pain and the disappointment on his face as Roman's music filled the arena.

I wanted to be there and I felt myself getting annoyed by the presence of him as well.

"Hi Hunter" I whispered as I knew Brock wasn't about to say anything.