Brock Lesnar is the Beast Incarnate who hasn't been with anyone since his divorce three years ago and doesn't really care for anyone in the WWE.
She is the fearless Divas champion of the WWE whose life is a mess as she seems to push everyone who car...
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I dropped by the house while my sisters were sleeping at the hotel as we would be heading to Rena's later today before Raw.
If Brock and I weren't on this break I would currently be sleeping in his bed.
Luckily I had a key to the gates of the property so I let myself in easily and didn't have to pull a girl scout moment like the very first time I dropped by unannounced .
Most of my gear was here and I needed it tonight as I wasn't going to try and fit into Brie's as that would be a losing battle .
I closed the door lightly but it didn't matter.
I had to go into the bedroom to get my things where The Beast was currently sleeping.
I was usually up before him in the morning so I hoped he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon .
I took off my heels and tip toed up the staircase just to make sure.
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I then peeked into the bedroom and besides for the covers I saw his tattooed back as his head was covered by a pillow.
Relief flooded over me and I immediately went to the bottom drawer only it was empty, well not empty my different socks were there and my snap backs but not the important things.
"Fuck" I whispered.
I searched through all the drawers and did a silent prayer that the first one would be it as it was the last one I had to check .I couldn't exactly remember where I put what that day.
I had just been packing weirdly as the boys had come over and it was the same day little Duke had gotten hurt .
I opened it to find just my underwear which I didn't need as well, I went shopping earlier in the week.
To spoil myself I guess but I had just bought the essentials because shopping wasn't as fun as it used to be .
I scanned the room trying to figure out where exactly I could have put it.
I went to the extra cupboard Brock had gotten for me so that the entire one wall basically held closet space .
I opened the middle one as I knew my folded clothes were there but took a chance anyway .
I bent down going through it realizing how much clothes I in fact owned until I felt something behind me.
Something, and the someone who it belonged to held my waist.
Fuck. fuck. fuck.
By the familiar heated feeling I got I couldn't deny it as I stood up and his arms held me around my waist.
"I figured you would come for your gear" He whispered with his voice a bit husky due to him just waking up .
For all I know he could have been up the entire time and simply faked it.
