The Demon Who Tamed A Wildcat

Chapter 1

      It's 9 a.m on a Saturday morning and I am just waking up. The blaring alarm ripped me out of a dream world and into a world where I realized that I woke up late for work.

"Ah, fuck!" I exclaimed, throwing off the covers. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and slipped my feet into a pair of fluffy, pink slippers.  I stretched out my limbs as I leisurely strode to the bathroom to take a shower.

Okay, so I wasn't technically late for work, but I had to be in earlier than usual today. I peered out of the bathroom at the clock for a second.

9:03 a.m

There was no way I'd have time to go to the gym. Unless of course I skipped breakfast, but fuck that.

Fifteen minutes later I step out of the shower and from the bathroom I can hear my phone ringing. The lyrics to the chorus of Calm Like a Bomb by Rage Against the Machine (if you don't like Alt/Punk music just pretend it's something you like idc) penetrating the bathroom door. I wrap a towel around my body so as not to track water in the hotel room and step out to answer my phone. Just before I reach my phone a deep, masculine groan coming from the other side of my bed startles me.

"What the fuck?!?"  I thought to myself. "Who is-?!"

My thoughts were cut short as the source of the growl began to speak.

"Holy shit (Y/N), answer your phone." he grumbled at me, obviously annoyed by the sudden track. I immediately recognized the voice and the events of the previous night came back to me. Before I addressed the man in my bed, a coworker of mine, I examined my phone. I couldn't get to it in time so it stopped ringing but I didn't recognize the number anyway. They could leave a message. The man grunted contentedly and turned back onto his side, his black curls strewn about the pillow.

"Yo Colby, I suggest you get up now if you wanna get them crossfit brownie points in before the show."

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"Almost 9:30 but you know we have an early show today. We gotta be in by like 12."

"Ugh shit, that's right." he mumbled sleepily, sitting up and yawning before running a hand through his hair. His naked torso, tan and sculpted, stood out in blatant contrast to the stark white of the plush, white hotel sheets and silver duvet. I wasn't surprised; I mean we had slept together last night.

In this business you don't get to meet too many people, despite the constant traveling. Not any people that you'd be willing to share an intimate moment with, anyway. And when you do, usually your schedules just don't match up to allow the time to do so. Fortunately, a lot of my coworkers were very attractive men in the exact same situation.

Colby Lopez, a wrestler known on screen as Seth Rollins, is one of those coworkers. We're both adults. We know each other well enough. We went out for drinks last night and we both consented to the actions that followed. It happens in life and it happened last night.

"It's an early show," He strode across the room to wrap his arms around me from behind. "I don't mind working out afterwards if you're down for another round." he muttered into my ear, swiping my hair away from my neck to plant slow kisses onto it.

I leaned my head back and groaned giving in for a little bit before I stepped away from him and said, "If you had gotten up fifteen minutes earlier I would've been but I already took a shower and I don't plan on getting dirty again, already" with a wink.

He chuckled, "Well then I guess I'm headed to the gym. You wanna tag along?"

"Nah, it takes me a while to get ready and I need some breakfast. Might hit the gym tonight, might not." I replied with a shrug.