Julissa Minorez turned her attention away from the screen on her laptop, her lips and eyes open wide in disbelief.
“What?” she asked him, still unsure that she heard him correctly.
Jadian Bridden stood in front of a mirror shirtless, his arms spread wide with a title firmly grasped in each hand. A third title, the one he just won from Jared Sykes, is loosely fastened around his waist so that it covered the top half of his slightly faded blue denim jeans. Most people would call that a fashion statement, Jay just calls them an old pair of jeans.
“One of those little kids they keep showing all over the news and internet,” Jay turned and glanced over his shoulder to stare at the object of his desire, the woman that fulfilled his every fantasy at the drop of a dime. “I figure I could buy one or two of those little niglets to carry the titles around for me.”
She shook her head, but he just raised and lowered his arms slightly - just enough to check the weight of the two LiveWire title belts in his hands.
“You think they’re too heavy for one kid?” his question had no sign of being a joke, and that was mainly because it wasn’t meant to be one. “I don’t really want to buy more than one for each belt, but it looks like those toothpicks they have for arms would break if they tried to lift a spoon of dirt into their mouths.”
“Wow,” Juli was still in shock about the whole thing. “Uhm, maybe you should keep the niglets comment to yourself when we’re actually in front of a camera, mkay?”
“Like they haven’t been called worse.”
“Still, Jay,” Julissa pushed herself away from the table her laptop was on, easing herself out of the chair so she could walk on over to the double champion’s side. “You can’t just say things like that in public, especially when things are so fresh in everyone’s mind.”
“Whatever,” Jay dismissed her advice with a shrug of his shoulder and a smirk. “I just doubt it’ll be cheap to buy any of the crack babies here in the states, and those little bastards won’t work for a glass of water and two slices of bread.”
“I really hope you’re joking about this.”
“Of course I am,” Jay answered her with a slight chuckle. “I’d put some peanut butter on the bread.”
“I’m talking about adopting Haitian kids to carry the titles, Jay.” She folds her arms across her chest, that cock of an eyebrow as she juts her hip out a little all too familiar.
“Adopting…” Jay turned back toward her with a cock of his own eyebrow. “Whoa whoa whoa, I think maybe you’re misunderstanding me.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah,” Jay nodded. “I never said anything about adopting. I was just going to see if I could find one on Craigslist. Like a rent to own thing in case I don’t like them.”
“You’re impossible,” she threw her arms up in surrender. “Its all the time you’ve been spending with Stevens that has you acting like this.”
“That’s not fair,” Jay placed the original LiveWire title down on the table next to the laptop. “Lane quit having idiots pick up his laundry and shine his shoes when Jeb bailed on him.”
“Maybe he just got smart, Jay” this conversation was nearly a nightly one. And though she’d never admit it, her conversations with Alexandra Pierce had been more frequent when she found out about the incident. “You ever stop to wonder why no one has been able to stay friends with him?”
“Not this again,” Jay shook his head from side to side and started to walk away.
“Yes, this again.” She followed close behind, not done pleading her case. “What makes you think you can have what Clinton Sage didn’t?”
“Sage got everything he wanted from this business,” Jay stopped in front of the closet and turned back to face her. “Then he got pussy whipped, tucked his tail into his ass, and ran away from the company that made him.”
“You know that’s not what happened,” her voice was soft as she leaned against the door frame and watched Jay start to search for a shirt to throw on.
“Doesn’t matter though,” Jay said matter of factly. “All that matters is that he flaked out like a punk and isn’t here anymore. Nobody is going to care about the why or why nots, just that it happened.”
“Is that how you want them to remember you, too?”
“You know what,” Jay looked down at the Gateway title wrapped around his waist, then looked back up at her. “Now that I have the Gateway title I’m a Universal title shot away from becoming a Grand Slam champ in Sin City, so I can give two shakes of piss what those judgmental pricks in the stands think of me.”
“Alex said you wouldn’t understand.”
She turned to walk away, to end this discussion before it became something more, but it was only a matter of seconds before she felt his body press up against hers and shove her up against the wall so hard her cheek bounced off of it.
“Damnit, Jay,” she said in a heightened tone as his arm pressed against the back of her head and kept her from turning back to look at him.
“Alex said,” he mocked her tone, as he kicked her left leg out a little to spread them apart.
“What is your…OW!” The sudden sensation of his middle finger forcing its way past her lips and inside of her caused her to wince. Something was different. They had been rough with each other one numerous occasions, but the way he jammed his dry finger into her without preparing her was not something she expected. Neither did she anticipate to have the jagged edge of the thumb nail he had been nibbling on earlier to prod against her other entrance. “Jay, stop!”
“Did Alex tell you how she liked to be fucked, Juli?” He asked the question in a whisper as he breathed heavily into her ear. His heart pounded against his chest, and he could feel hers racing as he pressed himself against her back.
“JAY!” she screamed again, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she felt the nail tear a bit of her skin as it entered her.
“Is this what you want to feel?” his voice was still nothing more than a whisper as he tried to bring his middle finger and thumb together inside of her. “Maybe you want me to lick it a few times, huh?”
She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, a stain of mascara and lipstick was on the wall where her face had found temporary residence. She wanted to scream again, but the words wouldn’t get past the lump that had lodged itself in her throat.
“I guess you don’t like it,” he said when he saw one of the tears free itself from her chin and soak into the material of her shirt. He pulled his hand away and wiped it off on the back of her shirt, then started back toward the closet to continue his search for a shirt. “Go clean yourself up, Lane and Regan are supposed to stop by so we can go grab some dinner.”
She slumped to the floor, her eyes filled with tears as she wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned against the wall. There was something very different about Jay, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a part of it.
“What do you think,” He pulled two shirts out of the closet and pressed them against his chest. “Red or teal?”