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winedwords · 8 years ago

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Pete| Bloodsport |Dunne

Title; Bloodsport

Words; 4310

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Summary; It’s too late, you gave up your last chance to walk away.

Warnings; NSFW. Crude and suggestive language, UST, biting, some depictions of violence, smutty smut smut smut, latex free

A/N: repost from the old blog

Babe, you’re a hard game to catch. You fight and refuse, oh, you’re a wild little bruise.

“Ya look like shite.”

That’s it. I’ve been travelling for ten hours with little to no sleep direct from Orlando and I did not have the patience for this at seven in the morning. I still felt gross from the flight, the quick shower I had at the hotel had done nothing to refresh me, and the scowl on my face certainly didn’t help my appearance any. All I wanted was a proper meal and a nap, as I hadn’t slept in twenty hours, and I had been fueled only by protein bars and overly sugary coffee . Smart ass comments from one of my best friends lent nothing to better my mood.

“Finn, you ass, if you do not have a giant cup of coffee in your hand for me, I’m going to ruin your good shoulder.”

The Irishman further down the street from me just laughed at my acerbic words, still marching towards me. He’d been around me too long to be affected by my sometimes acidic tongue and he knew me too well, based off of the cup in his hand.

“Already got ye covered, love.”

I quickly closed the distance between us, making grabby hands all the while. I snatched the almost comically large cup of coffee out of his hands and took a deep swig, barely feeling the scalding liquid in the bitter English cold.

“I see where I stand, the coffee is more important than me.” He was still laughing, his head thrown back and eyes bright. I made a face, before wrapping him up in a deep hug. I hadn’t seen him in a solid three weeks and I was craving some time with my favorite nerd. He’d looked to be doing great, arm out of the sling and his face line free from stress. I could feel the soft smile creeping onto my face as he returned my hug.

“You’re a fucking pain in my ass, Bálor. Where are Regal and Hunter?”

Finn wrapped an arm around my shoulder, having noticed my shiver at a particularly strong gust of wind, and we started into the Empress Ballroom.

“Their flight was delayed from Hartford to London. They’re another two hours behind ye.”

I groaned, leaning into my friend as we neared the venue.

Finn and I were… a bit of an odd duo. It confounded people how we were friends. He was almost universally liked, sweet and nonthreatening. He was quick to smile, always willing to lend a hand, and he built stuff with Legos as a damn hobby. I, on the other hand, am a pretty divisive individual.

When I had come to the WWE, I was a bright eyed and idealistic intern ready to help make magic happen. I hadn’t been ready for the politics and the double crosses, the backstage drama and the gossip. That year long internship had taken a happy-go-lucky sorority girl and molded her into what some would say was a ruthless and shrewd harpy. Looking back, I wasn’t inclined to disagree. The talent I worked with was lovely, but the other members of the backstage staff was an entirely different beast.

It was all about power. First it was seizing it, through whatever means necessary and regardless of the cost. I will not lie, I did discreetly sabotage coworkers to get ahead. I played with their emotions and preyed on their insecurities. Then it was a game of using that power and keeping it by any means necessary. Influence and currying favor was how you got ahead backstage. We didn’t have the luxury of being in front of a camera and rallying the support of the audience behind us. We had to grind our competition to dust. Regal had noticed the change and approved, to a degree. I got results. I kept the personal entanglements to a minimum. I solved problems before they became problems and had shown promise in playing the backstage games.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Finn and his friendship. He’d shown up to NXT several months after I had started and he’d made it his mission to befriend me almost immediately. It had taken him weeks of near constant annoying me with his attempts at friendship before I relented and I didn’t regret it. I’d questioned him on why me multiple times. Each time he gave the same small, almost sad smile and simply stated that he saw a little of who he was in Japan in me. He never did elaborate after and I never pressed him for details.

“They were supposed to be the big welcoming committee. Is Nigel going to be there at least? We could always flip the order of things and have you two run them through drills?”

Finn shrugged next to me.

“We could? I know more than a couple of these lads and they’re damn good. Dunno how they’ll feel about being made to run drills like some rooks.”

We paused at the rear entrance to the Ballroom and I turned with a raised brow to my friend.

“What do you mean?”

Finn dragged a hand down his face.

“What I mean is that most of them will be fine, but there’s a couple that are concernin’. Ya don’t need ya any additional help makin’ any enemies in these two weeks, love. Not with that charmin’ personality.”

I scowled and went to bite back a retort, when Nigel McGuinness opened the door to beckon us in from the cold. The older man just looked at us knowingly, before guiding us to the locker room where all the talent for the tournament were.

I did really like Nigel. We’d only met a couple of times, but the Englishman was sweet with old school manners. Daniel Bryan had nearly died laughing when I had told him my opinion of Nigel. I didn’t understand until I was shown old footage of their battles back in Ring of Honor and to be honest, it only made me feel even warmer towards the older man. He presented himself as a charming member of the old guard, but that sweet countenance disguised a cunning nature and a keen mind for this business.

I wasted no time pushing the door open and announcing myself, heels clicking loudly.

“Good morning gentlemen, my name is (Y/N). I’m the executive assistant to William Regal.”

I had begun moving through the veritable sea of large men in the locker room, heading towards what appeared to be a makeshift podium. My voice carried, the tone clipped and authoritative, and the room hushed to a murmur.

“Bet that ya assist him with a lot of things.”

The heavy innuendo in the loudly spoken words that came from behind me caused all motion and noise to cease in the room. You could have heard a pin drop.

I had stopped when the man behind me spoke, my back rigid and one hand tightening around the coffee cup, the other forming into a fist. I took some deep breaths and counted backwards from ten, trying to keep from flying off the handle. This was far from the first time this particular insinuation had been made, but it got no less frustrating every time. I was entirely too sleep deprived and cranky to deal with this.

I turned with a flourish on my heeled boots to face the speaker, a brilliant smile on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Finn grab Nigel’s arm, the Irishman shaking his head with a small, crooked smile. The vote of confidence was definitely appreciated as I sized up the man who’d implied that I was fucking my boss.

Dirty blonde and broad, the man in front of me was indeed attractive, but the shit eating smirk was what really lit the fire in my blood. I was quick to saunter into his personal bubble, using the hand not holding my coffee to straighten his suit jacket.

“What’s your name, handsome?” My words were so sugary sweet that they made my gums ache, teeth bared in what barely passed for a smile.

His chest puffed out at my attention and I could feel the tensing on his muscles wherever my hand trailed.

“It’s Pete Dunne love.” He was so self satisfied and practically preening knowing that every eye in the room was on him. Even on four inch heels, I still had to tilt my head upwards to hold a gaze with his blue-gray eyes. I measured my next words carefully, my tongue wetting my lower lip thoughtfully. His eyes trained on my mouth for a brief moment, pupils dilating and nostrils flaring, before the blue-gray eyes flicked back to mine.

Curious.

“Ohhh… So you’re the one that we took because we couldn’t get Scurll. It’s good to put a face to the name. Well, Petey boy, I’m glad you said something so I only have to say this once.”

The smirk dropped from his face faster than a stone at my words and the subtle raising of my voice. The echoes of my words reverberated around the locker room and I could feel a crackle of electricity between the Englishman and myself. There was a fire that sparked in his eyes and his lips curled into a snarl. The look on his face made something heat in my stomach and emboldened my next words.

“I am Mr. Regal’s eyes, ears, and right hand. When I speak, you are to assume that I speak with Mr. Regal’s full authority, because I do. I control the schedules, I control the flow of the work day, I control the access. I am the goddamn gatekeeper. My opinion is important to Mr. Regal, and his opinion is important to Mr. Helmsley. You all would do well to remember that.”

I paused for a moment, before continuing, “I’m not saying that I’m the tiebreaker, but I have… influence.”

It felt like the room took a collective intake of breath at my impassioned speech and I could have sworn I heard Finn snort from behind me. The wrestler in front of me wisely kept his mouth shut, the muscles in his jaw rapidly clenching, and his eyes dark and heated. There was an electric energy between the two of us that would have warranted further investigation, if our surroundings were different. I gave a couple pats to the lapels of his jacket before removing my hand and speaking again, never breaking eye contact.

“Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. The big boss men had their flight delayed and they are going to be two hours late. In the meantime, you’ll be running drills with the two men at the back of the room, Finn Bálor and Nigel McGuinness. Any questions?”

I don’t know what possessed me to toss a wink at the intense man in front of me, but I did before turning to survey the room. There was no movement and the men were purposefully avoiding my eyes. I could feel Pete inching closer into my space, trying to crowd me into being intimidated by his size. I turned back to him, eye contact unflinching.

“And Mr. Bálor? Do me a favor. Make sure you have Mr. Dunne here run extra drills. It appears he needs to let off some steam.”

Dunne and I were practically nose to nose, the smell of his cologne and something pleasantly unidentifiable surrounding me. I was thankful for the long sleeves, because I could feel gooseflesh breaking out across my arms not because of the cold, but because of the energy crackling between us. The scowl on his face smoothed and stretched into a challenging smirk, his gray-blue eyes sharper than flint. He’d opened his mouth to say something, but Nigel interjected before Dunne could get a word out.

“Go change, young man. Drills start in ten.” The older man bit out, with a hand gripping Dunne’s elbow. The younger wrestler didn’t even look the least bit put out, his smirk widening to Cheshire levels.

“You best come watch us run drills, love. Would hate for you to miss the best the UK has to offer.”

He pursed his lips at me in a crude imitation of a kiss, shook off Nigel’s hand, and strutted off to change.

The older Englishman turned to me with an arched brow and an inscrutable look on his face.

“I hope you know what you’re doing. Dunne has a rep-”

I held up a hand, my face sour.

“He’s not the first to challenge me. It’s fine.”

Nigel looked unimpressed and his stare was almost enough to make me fidget. I felt like an ant under his eyes and I knew he didn’t believe me one bit. There was still some fresh meat lingering in the makeshift meeting room, so I couldn’t let on that the encounter and really, the mere presence of Pete Dunne had left me rattled and strangely invigorated. Nigel studied me a minute more before herding the stragglers out of the locker room, leaving me alone with my coffee and my thoughts.

The rest of the day, and indeed the next two weeks, passed by like a whirlwind. William Regal and Hunter Hearst Helmsley arrived that first day roughly two and a half hours after that initial confrontation with Dunne. The coffee had kicked in and I was on my game. Offices were set up, schedules were put out, and the backstage hands, though new to me, were running like a well oiled machine. Once Regal and Mr. Helmsley had entered the building, it felt like we were in Florida, not chilly Lancashire.

Everything had its place. Everything had its order.

We’d do a daily inspection around the facility, daily tests of the electrical and sound systems, and daily meetings with marketing and production. It was after those meetings that we’d meet the talent out in the ring, where they were running drills and sparring.

Dunne would always search for my eyes and give a little smirk when our eyes met.

I’d notice a pattern start to emerge, starting with that first day.

He’d do things to catch my attention.

He’d run the ropes harder and faster than the others if I was nearby. He’d lift heavier and spar more viciously with his partners in the ring if I was watching. Trent Seven had nearly had his head taken off with a particularly nasty lariat when I had spoken with Finn and Finn’s protégé of sorts, Jordan Devlin, too long for Dunne to tolerate.

It wasn’t just during training either.

He’d learned my routine and had made sure to be around when there were scarcely any other bodies. He’d pick little fights, about how I conducted business, about the other competitors in the tournament. Dunne would get just close enough to whisper or growl things into my ears that made me give just the barest of shivers. He’d smirk at my reaction, satisfied that he’d gotten to me.

I couldn’t let that stand. I wasn’t about to be felled by a cocky little shit that didn’t know his place.

The first time I had palmed his ass, he’d damn near jumped out of his skin. The sixteen wrestlers had been packed into one of the many makeshift conference rooms, for William Regal to speak to them about expectations for the tournament. Pete had been at the back of the crowd, his arms crossed across his chest, and paying full attention to my boss. It had been easy to come up next to him and sneak a squeeze across what I found was a firm cheek.

He’d turned and stared at me with something akin to wonder on his face before a mischievous grin broke out across his face.

Pete and I then began a very… curious game of cat and mouse, where we would do pretty much anything to rattle the other. I wasn’t positive on who was the cat and who was the mouse. Maybe we played both roles. What I did know, was there was this palpable tension between us. I didn’t know where it came from or when it had ratcheted up to unbearable levels, but something was going to give soon.

There will be no tenderness, no tenderness.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

I’d spent a solid twenty minutes tracking this son of a bitch down across the theater. Regal was in a mood and had spent a ten minutes following Dunne’s attack on Sam Gradwell verbally tanning my hide. He had later apologized for taking it out on me, but shit rolls down hill. Finn had seen me storm out of the office I shared with Regal and had tried to cool me down, to no effect.

FInn was too intuitive and good at reading me. He knew I was going to go attempt to collect a pound of flesh from Pete Dunne and after trying to cool me down, made no further attempts to stop me. Finn knew I would need this. I hadn’t been scolded by Regal like that, for something I was not responsible for, ever. The humiliation of being shouted at had screamed through my veins and I wanted, no, needed to take it out on Pete.

Pete turned around, with a smug look on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about love.”

I snorted derisively, and wasted no time crowding into his face, like I wasn’t significantly smaller than him, even with my customary sky high heels on.

“You know damn fucking well what I’m talking about Dunne. I have spent too much time, too much effort for you to fuck this up.”

His entire face brightened at my anger, but his eyes darkened with something that would have normally made my insides shudder if I were not so blindly livid.

“Don’t know why you’re havin’ a go at me, I’m just taking your advice. Make an impression by any means, right? At least that’s what I remember a bird that looks a hell of a lot like you saying.”

He was practically laughing at me, throwing words I had spoken a week before into my face. It felt like someone had poured lava directly into my veins and my sight had tinted red. I don’t know why I did what I did next. Maybe it was the toxic cocktail of my embarrassment, anger, and the attraction I refused to admit to the man in front of me.

I slapped him.

Pete’s head snapped to the right and he froze. The palm of my hand stung something fierce and the temperature of the room we were in ratcheted up about ten degrees.

“You’re a fucking idiot Pete. You’ll be lucky if they don’t disqualify you from the tourn-”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to get into Pete’s face shortly after my boss had a go at him. I was in the middle of verbally dressing him down when he grabbed the sides of my face, fingers curling into my hair, and slammed his lips against mine. I lost my balance on my heels and fell into him, gasping. I could feel him smirk before he took advantage of my parted lips, swiping his tongue against mine. The anger that had heated the blood in my veins shifted to lust so quickly that I was left dizzy. It took a moment to recover from the sudden shift in passions, but soon enough I was kissing him back just as violently.

There was nothing gentle or soft about our embrace. Our teeth had clicked together painfully and my hands gripped the straps of his singlet tightly. His fingers were beginning to grip my hair in the most painfully pleasurable way and the tiniest of moans escaped my throat.

It felt like time had sped up because I couldn’t tell you how I ended up pinned against the wall and Pete’s body, with my pencil skirt pushed up to my waist and a thick thigh pressed against my now uncomfortably wet panties.

“Been wanting to fuckin’ do this since the first fuckin’ day…” He muttered against my lips, his thigh rubbing in the most delicious way against my core. I shuddered and my hips began to move of their own accord against his thigh. He began to press rough kisses and bites along my jaw line and neck and I was helpless to my body’s response to crane upwards into his touch. It was with one particularly hard bite that I let out an embarrassingly loud mewl.

“God if I’d known you were this fuckin’ desperate for cock, I would have done this so much sooner.”

Two could play this game.

Faster than he could react, I’d tugged a fistful of his dirty blonde hair and with the other hand, cupped the sizeable bulge that was most definitely not hidden by the spandex singlet. His hips stuttered against mine at the pinpricks of pain in his scalp and the sudden touch against his length.

“You talk a lot of shit Dunne. Can you back it up?”

His nostrils flared at my lusty challenge and a crooked grin swept across his face. He looked like a devil and damned if that didn’t do things for me.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He’d stepped away for just a moment to push his ring gear down and I took the opportunity to step out of my black lace panties. I moved to step out of my heels, but I was stopped by his gruff words.

“Leave those on.”

His body was soon back up against mine, his velvety cock pressed up against my abdomen, as he pressed a thick finger between my folds. The insistent press of his finger against my wetness made me gasp and squirm.

The grin on his face could only be described as predatory at the amount of slickness that coated his finger as removed the finger from me. I was enraptured as he put that same finger into his mouth to lewdly lick off the liquid there. His eyes were dark as he grabbed my left leg and hoisted it up across his hip.

I felt the blunt head of his cock pushing into me and my head fell back against the wall at the sensation. The Englishman let out a muttered curse, before snapping his hips and driving the entirety of his length into me. My lips parted into a silent scream at the sudden intrusion and Pete muffled his own groan by biting hard into the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

There was just a moment for my body to attempt to adjust to Pete’s girth, before he set out on a punishing pace. I was left balancing on one leg, pressed between a wall and his driving hips. The angle we were at had his pelvis pressing against the taught bundle of nerves just above where we were joined at every press of his hips.

The room was filled with the sounds of our coupling. My gasps and moans were intermingled with the slaps of skin together and his mumbled curses.

“You fit me so perfectly Jesus…”

There was no way I was going to last long, given the relentless pace he had set and the way my insides quivered at every thrust and grind of his hips.

“Oh fuck Pete, right there. I’m about - ”

He’d reached underneath my dress shirt and bra with his free hand to roughly roll a nipple between his fingers while his hips picked up speed at my desperate words. His hips picked up speed and then there it was.

My vision went white and I shuddered around him. My blood was singing and my head was fuzzy and I’m sure I was babbling what passed as encouragement.

His thrusts became sloppy not long after, and then I felt a rush of liquid as ropes of his cum filled me.

“Let’s go back to the hotel.”

The night was spent with minimal sleep. I had woken up the next morning to Pete wrapped tightly around me, my body pleasantly sore and covered in a disturbing amount of love bites. The man slept like the dead, so I was able to sneak my way out of his embrace. I quickly dressed to head back to my hotel room for a quick shower and to strategize how to cover the perfect bite impressions on my neck. I took a fond look back at Pete’s slumbering form, before exiting the hotel room.

But not before making sure to leave my black lacy panties hanging from the hotel room door knob.

I could feel Pete’s eyes on me as I was working to get the night’s show set up. There was no time for us to talk between matches. I didn’t get to express my disapproval after Pete attacked Tyler Bate after the latter’s match with Wulfgang.

I didn’t even get to tell him good luck before his match with the young Tyler Bate.

The match had me on the edge of my seat and it was impossible to tell who was going to win.

It was an even exchange, even if Pete’s opponent was hurt.

Pete hit the Bitter End I could have sworn that was it. Pete was the new UK champion.

But Tyler had kicked out.

It was another moment or two of back and forth, then Tyler did it.

The younger wrestler hit the Tyler Driver ‘97.

One.

No, no, no.

Two.

Damn it Pete, kick out.

Three.

Oh fuck. This wasn’t going to be good.

So don’t fight me now cause you might need me later

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wwesmutdonedirtcheap · 8 years ago

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Mutually Beneficial: Part One

Summary: AU. Pete is a top executive at a booming corporation. He has money to spare and he’s been smitten with his assistant for the past year. Only one catch, she’s married and despite the fact she has feelings for him…She won’t cheat on her husband, Sami Zayn. However, when the couple hit some financial problems, Pete sees his chance. Loosely based on Indecent Proposal.

This involves cheating. Plain and simple. So I understand if it’s not your thing.

Whole Series links can be found on my Masterlist

I THINK I’m close to solving my tagging problem! So perhaps Tag Squad will return soon.

“Another notice,” Sami sighed, sliding into the chair across from me at the kitchen table.

I watched as he held his head in his hands and stared down at the stack of papers lying in front of him. I could feel the shame and frustration radiating off him. We had only been married for two years and already we were hitting financial trouble. It was causing a strain in our relationship.

“It’s ok, babe,” I slid my hand across the table toward him in an effort to bridge the gap “Dunne says he’s going to give me a raise this month. He didn’t tell me how much but…”

“I should be taking care of this!” Sami immediately blurted out, causing me to flinch.

My eyes grew wide as he jumped up, pushing the chair he was sitting in behind him and slamming his hands down hard on the table.

“It’s my fault we’re in this fucking mess!” he started to pace “All the credit cards, buying a car that I knew we couldn’t afford but I did it anyway…”

I stood up and grabbed his arms, holding him firmly in front of me.

“We’re in this together,” I whispered softly “It doesn’t matter where the money comes from…As long as we have it. Ok?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping before he collapsed against me. I circled him with my arms and breathed in the sweet smell of my husband. He meant so much to me that I couldn’t bare the thought of letting him down. His job just wasn’t enough to pay all the bills and I was going to have to see if I could get my raise sooner rather than later. He worked hard as a mechanic but often he brought home a third of what I did.

“We’ll fix this,” I ran my hand softly over his hair “Together.”

He pulled back from my shoulder, his hands gently taking my face and he pressed his forehead restlessly against mine.

“I want to take care of you,” he sighed as his voice started to break “I want you to be happy.”

“I am,” I closed my eyes, reaching up and running my hands up his arms “I promise I am.”

A little smile turned up on his mouth before he pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Just try not to worry,” I sighed, as he hugged me tight again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

I looked up from my desk to see my boss walking passed me toward his office. His gruff voice had a hint of concern and it honestly made my heart flutter.

“My office. Now,” he insisted, cocking his head toward the door.

I sighed and got out of my seat, following him into his larger than life office space. He had floor to ceiling windows, far too much seating and a desk that looked like five people could sit behind it.

What else would you expect from a man who had as much money as Pete Dunne? He was co-president of one of the biggest financial consulting firms in the country.

He had moved to the States several years ago from England and started up the company with a few of his fellow graduates from his University. It was amazing how in such a short amount of time, he had accomplished so much. He was around my age…He was co-president of a multi-million dollar firm and I was his lowly assistant for the past year who could barely pay her bills.

The worst part was that I was extremely attracted to him. He was handsome in a rugged, mysterious way. He also gave me a lot of attention. I confided things in him and he did in me. He hardly spoke to any of his other employees…As a matter of fact, most of them were petrified of him. It wasn’t that he never got grating or angry with me, he did but I just didn’t let it affect me.

“What’s wrong?” he leaned against the front of his desk and folded his arms, as I closed the door behind me.

I couldn’t help but stare at him in his navy blue suit as he crossed his legs at the knee and continued to stare me down.

“It’s, it’s nothing,” I lied, playing with my hair nervously and pulling it all over one shoulder.

“You’re lyin’ to me,” he furrowed his brow.

“Mr. Dunne,” I started toward him, feeling like now was a perfect time to ask about my raise.

“When are you ever going to quit callin’ me that?” he huffed, shaking his head.

“Mr, Dunne,” I repeated again, his requests for me to call him Pete had fallen on deaf ears for months now.

He uncrossed his arms and leaned his hands against the edge of the desk. I watched as his fingers gripped the corner of it firmly. When I looked back up, his eyes were trained on mine. He tilted his head, trying desperately to read my mind. The problem was that he probably could have. I had told him before about our financial problems. It was something I didn’t want to tell my girlfriends or my family for that matter. Pete seemed like a safe place because outside of work he knew no one associated with me. He had never even met Sami.

“What’s botherin’ you? Just tell me,” he sounded annoyed now.

“I was just wondering,” I stepped closer “Do you have any idea when I might get that raise we discussed?”

“When do you need it?” he shifted and stood to get closer to me.

“This is…this is embarrassing,” I whispered, looking up into his concerned eyes “I just, I really need the money.”

“How much?”

Pete reached into back pocket and pulled out his wallet. When he opened it, I saw a large folded up wad of cash mixed in with his credit cards.

“No,” I laughed nervously, holding up my hand “I’m not taking your money that way…”

“What if I insist?” he started pulling rolled up hundreds from the leather “What if as your boss, I say it’s mandatory?”

“But as your employee, I can’t,” I countered “I just need to know when the raise…”

“Today,” he answered quickly “Consider this an advance.”

He handed over the money and my shaking hand finally took it. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Not because I was thankful for the handout but because I was tempted to keep it.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” I whispered “But do you know…”

“Twenty percent?” he reached out and tilted my face up toward his with his pointer finger “That good enough? Or we could go higha’ if need be.”

“What?” I shook my head in shock “No, no. That’s amazing. I, I don’t think I deserve that much…Or this.”

I held up the money and Pete closed the distance between us. The nearness of his body caused my blood to start warming up and my stomach to churn. As much as I loved my husband, I had always been far to attached to this man.

“What happened?” he whispered, as he stared into my eyes.

“We’re just, we’re so behind on bills and the mortgage and I just don’t know what to do. I told you how Sami doesn’t make much money at the shop and I’m just scared we might lose the house and…” I started blurting it all out.

“You shoulda told me soona’,” Pete sighed, annoyance on his face.

“It’s not your place to fix my problems, Mr. Dunne,” I sniffed.

“If you don’t call me Pete from now on, then no more advance,” he smirked teasingly but I knew he meant it.

“Thank you,” I wiped at my face “Pete.”

His fingers reached out, dancing across my damp cheek, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He ran his tongue along the inside of his own cheek, as if he were trying to force back what he was thinking.

“What is it?” I finally whispered, not flinching from his touch as I should have.

“You deserve a betta’ life than what you have,” he narrowed his eyes “You deserve someone who can be the provida’ that you need.”

“I love my husband,” I insisted “I can’t even think of being…”

That was a lie and it hadn’t even completely come out of my mouth yet. I had thought about Pete a million and one times. I had thought about being with him. His hands all over me, his mouth pressed against me…I had seen him wine and dine women throughout my time at the company but none of them lasted passed a couple dates.

We would always find ourselves wrapped up in work together, late nights in his office. Glances that shouldn’t be there, hands brushing occasionally. I would always try to make him laugh and despite his best efforts sometimes he would. Getting Pete Dunne to smile…That was a talent within itself.

“Not even for a moment can you even consida’ the possibility that you are meant for betta’ things?”

Pete moved closer and our bodies were inches from each other.

“What things?” I found myself asking, breathless from his proximity to me.

“Things I can provide,” he answered quickly, his hand sliding around my lower back.

“Pete,” I laughed softly “You and I both know that’s impossible…You offering to take care of me? I mean…”

“I’ve wanted to, for a long time,” he practically growled “I hate to see you cry, to see you wonderin’ how you’re gonna survive.”

I should have stopped him. At that very moment, I should have insisted that he forget the idea and that I would do the same…But I didn’t.

“You would neva’ have to beg for money,” he pushed me closer to him by pressing more firmly on me "You would have whateva’ your heart desires. I would take such good care of you.”

“That’s not how you operate with women and you know it,” I gasped, as I felt his fingers dance up my spine toward the middle of my back.

“Perhaps not with anyone else,” he groaned “But you are the exception to every rule that I have eva’ known.”

“Since when do you follow rules?” I kidded him softly.

“Ah, I don’t,” he hissed before he crashed me against his chest and dipped his lips to my mouth.

I turned my head and wiggled away from his grasp. His eyes scanned up and down my body, hungry and confused.

“Here,” I pushed the wad of money toward him “I can wait for my next pay check.”

“It’s yours, love. I’ve already forgotten I had it.”

“How can you forget this much money?” I shook my head.

“I have other wallets,” he smirked.

He shifted in front of me, hands digging deep into the pockets of his tailored suit. He was so sexy, so intriguing, so unlike any man I had ever met. And he wanted to take care of me…But so did my husband.

My sweet, caring husband who busted his ass every day to help me pay the bills and cuddled with me on the couch. My husband who would cook me dinner and rub my feet for hours when I got home from a long day.

The problem was…None of that took away from what I felt for Dunne or what he obviously felt for me…But he was my boss. He was the boss. I was married and he was my superior and every single thing about this was incredibly wrong.

Dunne was my confidante, my mentor, he was so many things to me. I had never thought until that very moment that things might cross the line like this. That didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized about it in the deepest corners of my mind.

“Take it,” I insisted, thrusting the cash at him again “Please.”

He relented, pulling his hands from his pockets and his fingers brushing mine as he took it back.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t tack it onto your check this week,” he smiled smugly, shoving it back into his pocket.

“I suppose I can’t stop that,” I chewed on the inside of my cheek nervously.

“I want to take care of you,” he whispered, his tone actually becoming softer “I want you to allow me to help you.”

“I appreciate the raise,” I whispered nervously “I do…It will help a lot.”

“I don’t think you understand what I’m sayin’ to you, love,” he traced my cheek with the back of his hand.

“I understand,” I nodded “But I can’t…”

“I know you feel the same,” he brushed his hair out of his dark eyes “I feel it. Every time we’re in this office togetha’. Every time you look in my eyes, I see it. The same thing I feel for you reflectin’ back at me.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” I almost whispered, my mind on overload with information.

“I’m tired of seein’ you struggle, of seein’ you cry,” his shoulders slumped as he dropped back against the desk “I’m tired of knowin’ what I could do for you and not bein’ able to do it.”

“I, I need to get back to work,” I sighed, moving toward the door.

“Wait,” Pete stopped me with a calm voice “How about you bring your husband out tonight for dinna’? My treat, hm? We could discuss some ways to better improve your finances..If that’s what you really want.”

“You want to have dinner with my husband?” I raised a stunned eyebrow.

“Yes,” he insisted, “I want to help you.”

I managed a nod and slid out of the room. I pressed my back against the door and sighed, closing my eyes tight.

Pete had almost kissed me. He had all but confessed his feelings for me. He was my boss. I was his employee. So why did my thighs feel slicked with desire for him? Why was my heart beating so fast? Why had I walked into that office worried about money and walked out without a single thought of it in my head? Why was I so quick to push Sami out of my mind when Pete’s fingers touched my cheek? Why did I allow him to get so close to me? So achingly close, when I had a man who loved me at home? A man that I loved. I loved Sami, so much. He was so important to me but…

Pete cared about me. He wanted me. Me, of all the women he could have. Apparently, he had been lusting for me in silence. I had to admit that I had done the same.

And now, he was willing to drop all of that and have dinner with Sami?

Pete was not one to stop going after what he wanted. That was why his firm was so successful.

So why did he want to sit across a dinner table from my husband?

“I don’t understand why we’re here,” Sami fumbled with his tie nervously.

“I don’t either,” I sighed, smoothing out my black dress “Just, just be nice to him ok?”

Sami glanced around the restaurant and shook his head.

“We can’t afford a water in this place, much less dinner.”

“I think he’s going to pay for it, don’t worry,” I sighed as I fidgeted and looked around the room.

I heard Sami huff but I pretended that I didn’t.

Suddenly, Pete came into view. He was dressed in his suit from earlier but his jacket had been discarded. He had the sleeves to his blue pinstriped shirt rolled up slightly and he walked with one hand absently in his pocket toward us.

I smiled nervously at him and he dipped his head, trying to hide the smile that made it’s way onto his lips.

Sami stood up, recognizing Pete from his appearances on television.

“Mr. Dunne,” he extended his hand.

Pete took it and shook hands with him for a little longer than I thought necessary.

“I’ve been wantin’ to meet you for quite some time,” Pete replied, finally letting go of his hand.

“Have you?”

Sami raised an eyebrow, and I could feel him growing defensive already. Pete took the seat beside me, facing directly across from Sami. I immediately wished I had sat next to my husband and I could tell that Sami did too. The closeness of Pete’s knee to mine was distracting. I felt his entire leg brush against mine and I knew it wasn’t an accident.

Pete ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and encouraged both of us to get whatever we liked. He also got a bottle of wine that made my eyes grow wide when I saw the price.

He toasted to a successful meeting and I eyed him carefully as I took my first sip of the wine.

He started asking us both questions. Did we have all of our available resources set up? Were we able to save and how much, per month? Did we invest in stocks? Were we taking advantage of all options provided by our companies? Of course, Pete knew how my money was set up…He had helped me.

Sami answered the questions with a hint of hostility in his voice. I tried to let him do the talking and instead, I found myself continuing to be distracted by Pete’s thigh. I dropped my hands to my lap at one point, playing with my wedding ring nervously. Pete dropped his hand a second later to readjust his napkin and instead, he slid his hand over mine. His fingers petted the top of my hand gently. His hand then slid down to my knee and he squeezed it before quickly returning to the table.

Thankfully, Sami didn’t notice. He was caught up in answering one of Pete’s lengthy questions.

Finally, dessert was done and coffee was on the table. it was almost over. In a few minutes we could leave…

“Your wife has told me that you have a pressing financial need at the moment,” Pete spoke over his espresso cup.

I felt my stomach drop.

“She, she what?” Sami almost laughed out of anger and his eyes fell on me.

“I, I just…” I started to defend myself.

“She was only trying to look out for both of your best interest,” Pete came to my defense.

“Sami,” I sighed, as I watched the anger grow on his face.

“I was thinking I could help you,” Pete leaned up on the table and stared directly at Sami.

“Yeah? How?” all sense of formality was gone for my husband “Give my wife another raise and shove it in my face that she makes more money than me?”

“Sami!” I spat.

“I have a proposition for you,” Pete folded his hands on the table.

“Oh, proposition, ok,” Sami shook his head “And what would that be?”

“One million dollars for one night with your wife.”

I almost spit my coffee onto the table and I could see the look of pure shock gloss over my husband’s eyes.

“Excuse me?” he managed to reply after a few seconds.

“Your wife is beautiful, she’s intelligent, she’s the most charmin’ woman I have ever met,” Pete continued, so calm and unaffected by us.

We both still sat stunned.

“I can help you with your financial situation, solve all of your problems,” he glanced over at me “If I can have just one night with her.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Sami finally found his voice.

“I’m quite serious,” Pete ran his thumb over his chin.

“No, no!” Sami pushed back from the table “And I’ll tell you something else, she quits!”

Thankfully it was so loud in the busy restaurant that nobody really noticed the scene that Sami was putting on.

“Sami” I stood up “I can’t quit!”

“Oh you’re quitting! You’re not going back a single day to work for this fucking pervert!”

I glanced down at Pete, his eyes staring up into mine.

“Think about it,” he said, looking straight at me.

“She doesn’t have to think about it,” Sami grabbed my arm “Do you?”

I stood there, my mind spinning and my heart racing.

“That makes me sound like a prostitute,” I finally spoke down at Pete.

He sighed and stood to his feet.

“Let’s discuss this in private,” he walked toward the back of the restaurant and we both reluctantly followed.

Sami was cursing the whole way and fuming about why we didn’t just leave.

“What are you fucking thinking?” he hissed at me, as we made it to an office.

Pete ushered us inside and shut the door.

“Do you…?” I looked around the room.

“Own this restaurant?” he smirked “Yes.”

“Of course you do!” Sami threw his hands up “Why wouldn’t you, right?”

“Back to your statement,” Pete walked closer to me “You are not a prostitute and I would neva’ treat you as one. You are very, very important to me.”

“You want my wife to lay down and spread her legs for a million dollars!” Sami screamed “You want to use my wife to control us! You know how bad we need fucking money!”

“Am I makin’ you feel inferior, Mr. Zayn?”

“You son of a bitch!”

Sami started toward Pete and I stepped in between them.

“Stop it!” I shrieked, causing them both to cower back slightly.

“You wanna do this?” Sami ran his hand over his mouth “Is that why you’re defending this piece of shit?”

“I’m not defending him,” I pressed my hands against Sami’s heaving chest.

“You’re considering this, aren’t you?” he shook his head “What in the hell are you thinking right now?”

Pete stepped back and I could feel his eyes on the back of my head.

“I’m thinking that we need money. A million dollars, Sami,” I sighed “Just think how we wouldn’t have to…”

“You’re just as crazy as he is!” Sami shouted at me, his finger hovering in front of my face accusingly.

“Mr. Zayn,” Pete stepped in front of me “If you’re declining my offa’, then at least take your finga’ out of your wife’s face.”

“Oh, so you’re defending each other now?” Sami shook his head “You two fuck already?”

I walked around Pete and slapped him. Call it a gut reaction, or whatever you want, but I did.

“How could you say that?” I shook my head as tears started to slide down my cheeks “I have stood by you through everything we’ve been through. Everything!”

Sami ran his hand over his cheek in shock and stared intently at me. I had never seen him so angry.

“Well, maybe you won’t have to do it for much longer,” he quipped at last “Maybe your prince here will rescue you. Pay you to fuck him like a good little whore does.”

I tried to slap him again but Pete caught my arm and pulled it away.

“Don’t touch her,” Sami growled.

Pete let go of me quickly and made his way back in front of me.

“Mr. Zayn offa’ is declined, right? You’re free to go.”

“Come on,” Sami reached his hand out to me.

I contemplated not going but I finally took it. I followed him out the door, casting one final glance at Pete as I did. His face was contorted in anger and I knew it was far from over.

Part Two

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