BROCK POV

"Don't start Paul" I rolled my eyes as I knew where this was heading.

"I asked you one thing.. Just one thing..leave Nikki Bella alone!" He whispered loudly.

"What makes you think I'm doing anything with your precious Nikki Bella?" I sighed as I sat down.

"She's still here?" He gestured to the kitchen.

"She's flying down with us on Tuesday..well actually we were going to fly together but I'm guessing since you are here you're tagging along"

I shrugged and I could see him about to pop a vein. He could be so dramatic at times..

"She's fragile right now. You can't do anything that will jeopardise this .." he shook his head as he paced up and down in front of me.

"There isn't any 'this' because she is not going to be a Heyman girl Paul okay? and I am not fucking her if that's what you are concerned about and she's anything but fragile.."

She wasn't some fragile thing. I didn't like that he said it cause she wasn't. Sure she was crying her eyes out yesterday but that didn't mean anything.

Everyone has their fucking moments and it was my fault for reminding her of that prick Cena.

I didn't know much of their relationship but I knew she did the dumping that's for sure so I wasn't concerned about her having any feelings for him..

It was just Ambrose..

"You're not thinking straight Brock.. Like I told you before.. She is the Divas champion if she decides she doesn't want you she can make up shit to The Authority and you are out"

I was really getting annoyed, normally he was pestering me about advertisements and appearances now he couldn't stop lecturing me about who to fuck.

"Can we just go outside and talk?"

I looked back at the kitchen as I didn't want her to hear any of this considering the last time I had spoken shit to him she heard and took it the wrong way, well the right way but yeah.

"Paul, you know you are my friend. I always appreciate your advice and all that shit. But that is my house and what goes on in my house is my business. So whether I am or am not doing anything with Nicole is not any of your business. You handle my career that's as far as your advice goes "

"But this influences your career.. She is not your type Brock.. Once John Cena comes back she'll.."

"What are you doing here ? Its Valentine's Day"
I cut him off as I didn't wanna hear the rest.

"then.. What?" His eyes widened as I'm pretty sure he forgot like he did every year and he'd be in shit if he didn't get home in time.

"Its Vale.."

"Shit!" He began dialing numbers and immediately got into his car.

"This is not over Brock okay? " I rolled my eyes.

"Say hi to Marla for me" I shook my head as I walked in.

I walked into the kitchen and found her in some tights and a tank top sitting as she scrolled through her phone.

She looked like something was bothering her and I was trying to remember what I said wrong and she might've heard but I was so annoyed I wasn't really sure what I had said.

"You changed?" Was all I managed to get out and she turned her head and smiled a bit before looking back.

"Yeah, felt weird walking around like that when I wasn't really going anywhere.." she shrugged.

"I liked it though" I slowly walked over to her.

"So you saying you don't want to rip my clothes off now?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Nah I'll pass.." I teased ..

"Fuck you.." I knew she didn't mean it.

"You did "

I smirked and she shook her head.

"Are you always this cheery after getting laid?"

I was caught off guard by what she said but I definitely wasn't going to show it.

"I don't know I guess you'll have to find out won't you?"

"Maybe" she shrugged.

"Maybe ?" I raised my eyebrow as I folded my arms and she walked over to me.

"Maybe " she smiled and tried to walk out but I pulled on her arm .

"Where you going?"

"I'm not feeling well.. I'm going to lie down for a bit that's all" she looked up into my eyes and I knew something was up but it wasn't exactly my place to ask.

If she wanted me to know she would have told me and I wasn't her boyfriend or anything.

Did Ambrose text her or something..

"Okay" I let her go and she walked out while I hoped her boyfriend wasn't the reason for it..

"NICOLE!!" I stood at the bottom of the stairs and she came stumbling out.

"What happened?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Shower and get dressed.." I shouted up again.

"For what?" She whispered.

"Just get dressed!"

She went back into the room and I was sure the only reason she wasn't on my case for telling her what to do was because she was still half asleep.

I had gotten back to the room after working around on the property, clearing some trees and shit and she had been sleeping and I noticed the sleeping tablets on the counter.

I stayed in the guest room for the night as I just needed sometime on my own to think shit over.

She walked into the kitchen and of course she had to dress like that..

She ran her hand through her wavy hair as I'm pretty sure the steam of the shower was the cause of and she poured herself some coffee.

" A reason why you woke up this early?" She asked before blowing on it.

"Its 11am.."

"Its my first Monday off in months..excuse me for wanting to sleep late." She rolled her eyes.

" I think you have slept enough. I was looking for another fuck on Valentine's Day and you were out"

I smirked as I wanted to see her smile a bit and she did.

"And why didn't you take advantage of me Beast?"

She asked as she stood next to me as I sat on the chair.

I turned in my seat so I could look at her as she stared down into her coffee.

"Well you know I doubt you'd be able to sleep through what I would do to you and you needed the rest so..."

I stopped as she finally looked at me again and turned.

"What were you planning on doing to me Brock?" She placed her hands on my thighs as she leaned into my face and I was the one who was being messed with now.

"Whatever I wanted to ,Nicole" I whispered slowly ignoring the feeling of her hands on me as best I could.

"And what does the Beastly Brock Lesnar want to do to me?" She moved closer and moved her hands up and gripped my tee pulling me closer as she now stood between my legs.

Her lips grazed over mine.

"Cause I have loads of things I'd want you to do to me.." I leaned in closer wanting to kiss her but she pushed me back and took her coffee and walked out of the kitchen.

"You're not the only one who can get someone riled up Brock" she called back and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"Come on.." I leaned onto the couch as she sat staring into the fire.

"What?"

"Come out back with me?"

"Why?"

"Stop being difficult Nicole" she sighed but stood up and followed me regardless.

"So you're planning on killing me? Just one fuck and you decided you couldn't stand me any longer?" She teased as she sat down and stared at the rifle.

"Yeah I was just trying to figure out where I could bury your body" I shrugged.

I heard her laugh and I smiled.

"Er its clay pigeon shooting.. It calms me down sometimes"

"Are you not calm now?"

"I am.. I mean.. You just seemed tense so I figured maybe you'd like this.." I rubbed the nape of my neck and looked up into the clouds.

I felt her hand on my chest and I gazed down at her and as I did she immediately kissed me hard which I wasn't expecting.

I felt her push her body against me and I let my hands slowly travel up her body and rest on her lower back.

She broke the kiss and smiled brightly and kissed me again , just a quick peck and then moved out of my arms.

She took the rifle off the table, "so how do I work this thing?"

She smiled brightly as she seemed excited and I smirked and headed over to her.

A/N:

Paul and his warnings hey?

Any theories on what had gotten Nikki feeling down??

Did you like when she reversed roles on Brock??

Clay pigeon shooting mmmm.. We'll be seeing how that goes down in the next update..

Nikki Bella shooting a gun? Should be interesting ..

Should we stick with Brock's POV in the next one or do we need some Nikki Bella in our lives to see how she feels about doing this??

Let me know xx

Thank you for reading <3