Beastly Devastation (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Ten

          Once I arrived home, I kicked off my shoes and took a running jump onto the sofa. I logged onto my laptop and began going through media outlets and chat rooms. The fan's opinion was very important, and even though Brock was the fan favorite, the pro's had cast their vote right down the middle. In their eyes, the match could go either way and I'll admit, that made me a little nervous.

          Rodrigo and I had trained Brock the best we knew how and I had given him every piece of Cain's weakness puzzle. There was nothing more we could do to prepare him for this fight and the fact that some people were still skeptical gave me butterflies. How could they not believe in him the way I do? He's Brock Lesnar. If anyone can beat Cain and take his championship, it's Brock.

          "Kate? Open up." Brock's voice echoed through my mind as I heard the doorbell. A part of me had been expecting him.

          I sat my laptop on the coffee table and reluctantly answered the door. "Did I not tell you to rest up?"

          He walked past me as I shut the door. "I talked to Tyler. He won't be a problem anymore."

          "Why does that sound like you murdered the guy?" I saw amusement cross his face but I really wasn't trying to be funny. "What'd you do?"

          He shrugs. "Fired him."

          I groaned. "Ah, come on! He's just gonna hate me more now! You literally just proved his point!"

          Again, another shrug. "Don't care. I don't like it when people stick their nose where it doesn't belong. And he did."

          I wanted to facepalm myself but I didn't. I just stood in the foyer thinking about what Tyler had said. He got fired for stating the obvious. Brock literally did everything to please me. "Okay, then. Hire him back. I want him at the fight tomorrow." I was playing a bit of reverse psychology and really hoped it worked.

          He studied me a moment before replying. "Why would you want him back on the team after what he said? I mean, you said he hated you."

          "I don't care. He'll hate me more if you don't and he's a good trainer, no matter how bad of a personality he has."

          I could see he was fighting with himself but when he answered, I lost it. "I mean if you really want-"

          "No! This is the problem! This is exactly what he's talking about. You can't tell me 'no.' Why is that?"

          He seemed confused. "Okay, so you don't want me to hire him?"

          "I want you to stop doing everything I say." After hearing it aloud, I re-worded it. "I mean, I want you to tell me what you really think. You don't have to go along with everything I say. We can have disagreements, we're human."

          Brock's aura completely changed when I spoke. "Okay. So, you got angry with him because you believed what he said was true? You think you've got me wrapped around your finger?" He chuckles as I watch his mentality change to the 'old' Brock Lesnar. "Here's the thing, Kate. I know what they say behind my back. I'm the boss, I have eyes and ears everywhere. Tyler has been saying that I have other  feelings for you since the day you walked in that gym. I warned him to drop it, he didn't know you, and it was none of his business. Tonight, he showed me that he didn't do as I said, so he got fired."

          He paused, allowing me to catch up. "Okay, it's your decision." And it was, he was the boss. Technically, I was working for him too.

          "Yeah, it is, but really, it doesn't matter what you think." The hiss in his voice almost made me jump. "Tomorrow, after the fight, our little compromise  is over." He pointed at me and then to himself. "This is done. You'll move on with your life and I'll move on with mine. Got it?"

          I hoped he was just trying to prove a point because if not, he just allowed himself to become the Brock Lesnar no one  liked, and that included me. "Okay, are you done?"

          "Not quite... You'll receive your paycheck until the end of the month, that should give you enough time to find another job. If you need a reference, you can put me down."

          That was a big blow. I thought he hired me full-time, not just as a temporary. How was I gonna find a decent job when I've only worked as an assistant all my life? What was I going to do?

          An ounce of sympathy crossed his face before he regained his composure. "Be at the arena early. I like to check out the cage before the crowd arrives." He turned his back and started toward the door.

          Before I could stop myself, a tiny voice escaped my lips. "You promised you wouldn't walk out on me like Dana and Cain did... That's exactly what you're doing."

          He stopped dead in his tracks. I could tell he was fighting with himself to turn around but he didn't. Instead, he opened the door and said, "Don't be late," as he closed it behind him.

          I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. I just stood in the foyer and watched his truck disappear down the darkened street. He was the only man that I had let my guard down around. He was the only man that hadn't hurt me... Until tonight.

          And just like that, I was back where I started. With no friends, no job, and no hope for my humanity, if there was even any left.