Heel To Love

by MK Moore

  Dedicated to Natasha Madison, for writing Matthew Grant. Perfect, perfect Matthew. He’s the book boyfriend that inspired me to write this book. I also named the h after you. Don’t be mad.

  Copyright

  Heel To Love

  By MK Moore

  ©MK Moore 2018 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  Cover created by KL Donn

  Chapter One

  Natasha

  “Natasha, you should see this. TMZ has also picked up the story too”

  “Ma, I am going to have to call you back.” I say absentmindedly as I stare curiously at the blog entry my assistant, Janae, tosses on my desk. It is from a wrestling blogger. He usually doesn’t know a face from a heel, but this article has pictures. Where the fuck did he get pictures? Realizing my desk phone is still held up to my ear, and I quickly hang it up.

  Jarrett Mitchell, Professional Wrestling’s newest bad boy has knocked up Tera, the Ladies Division champion.

  The article tells how they met in training camp. Where they fucked, stating her place and several hotels the company paid for. Including, which time knocked her up; the fourth time. I burst out laughing.

  I laugh, because we are talking about professional wrestling where everyone wants to be the bad boy. My company signed Jarrett Mitchell six months ago and out of the gate he is making girls wish they were bad enough for him. Another reason I laugh is because I am his wife. Actually, his wife in secret, who happens to have my very own secret baby bump. My hand slides to cover my belly, which is safely hidden behind my desk. He doesn’t know yet because I haven’t seen him in several weeks.

  Jarrett has been on the road and I have to stay in New York at the company headquarters. I don’t know if this article is true, since I barely know him, but I’d like to believe he is as faithful to me as I am to him. What else can I do but laugh? I certainly cannot cry. No one knows about us including my parents or my brothers and sister. No one.

  I have not even told my boss and best friend that I am pregnant. I am the Vice-President of Marketing for the 2nd largest professional wrestling outfit in the world, Entertainment Professional Wrestling (EPW).

  At twenty-four years old, there is no crying in wrestling. Or is that baseball? Whether he is serious or not is not the only issue anymore. There will still be a baby in about six months. It is the only silver lining to being completely in love with your husband and not knowing if he loves you back.

  “What do you want to do?” Janae asks.

  “Get them both in here today, and they will still be back in Philly tomorrow for the show.” I say without looking up from the train wreck of an article. My mind's going a million miles per minute, making me sick to my stomach.

  It’s now or never. Where are my lady balls when I need them? How the fuck am I supposed to be a professional while asking my husband if he knocked someone else up?

  Chapter Two

  Jarrett

  I knew there would be a summons to her office as soon as my assistant, Paul, brought the article to my attention. A false article because I would never cheat on my wife. Ever. Not under any circumstances.

  I have not seen my beautiful Natasha in ten weeks or been inside of her, for even longer. We’ve barely spoken on the phone either. At this point, Paul has talked to her on the phone more than I have. I never used to be a jealous man, but she brings that out in me. She was a virgin when I met her, but we just couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. She has been mine since the first moment I saw her and I haven’t seen her out of necessity.

  The EPW has a strict no fraternization policy. It keeps things less messy. I get that, I really do. However, when Natasha came into the conference room the day I signed my contract, I knew my life was going to change forever. I had to have her from one look at her.

  Her brownish-red hair was in one of those messy bun things, not revealing how long it was. Her tight, yet professional, black skirt left nothing to the imagination. Became irrationally jealous over my lawyer and the owner of the company, Zach, looking at what I now considered my girl. There is an air of innocence around her until she starts talking.

  She sounds like a phone sex operator Not that I’ve heard any, but I can guess. Sultry and southern, a lot like a girl from Georgia, where I am from. If I was a betting man, I’d say she was from Louisiana.

  She does not have the New York impatience in her tone like her assistant does. Hearing her talk about how important keeping up a professional appearance, is making me rock hard.

  How can something as mundane as the legal jargon in my contract make me want to throw her down on the table and kiss every inch of her tight body?

  It did, but she made me question everything I know about how relationships should go. I signed the contract without saying anything because I have already looked it over with the lawyer and my father.

  This is where I wanted to be. It is everything I have been working for since I was old enough watch it on TV.

  Every workout, injury, nasty ass protein shake, and kale salad, got me to this conference room. Signing the contract is a dream coming true, until she walks in.

  Dreams shift as you get older, and all I want to do is get to know her better.

  My main focus has been getting into wrestling, and then suddenly it seems like less than nothing. I couldn’t stop staring at her when she never really looked my way. Once the signing was over, Zach stood and Natasha followed him. I start training tomorrow.

  “Ok Jarrett. Welcome to the team.” Zach said, extending his hand to me. I shake it.

  “Yeah, great to meet you.” Natasha said as she stuck her hand out as well. I grab and hold it longer than necessary for a handshake.

  My life has become a walking cliché. Love at first sight is a real fucking thing. Who knew?

  “Thanks. This is my first time in the city. Can you recommend a restaurant? I’m starving.” I offer, hoping to prolong our time together.

  “Tash will take you out on the company dime. I’d tag along, but I have a dinner meeting I can’t get out of. Again welcome.” He and my lawyer breeze out of the room, leaving Natasha and I in the room alone.

  “Tash?” I say, arching an eyebrow. I wouldn’t usually poach someone else’s girl and certainly not from my boss, but for Natasha I would. Damn, her name alone sounds all kinds of dirty in my head.

  “Um, no I really hate it when he calls me, Tash. For some reason he insists on calling me that, probably because he knows I hate it.”

  Making a note of that I say “Ok, Natasha, where are we going?” I opened the door and held my hand out to have her go out in front of me. Then I place m
y hand on the small of her back and let it linger there.

  “Chinese?” She said.

  “Oh, I can’t eat that.”

  “I figured. I do know a place where you can get a big fancy ass salad, with salmon.”

  “Where? Salad Makers?” I ask.

  “No. My place.” She says, looking shyly over her shoulder.

  Those last two words solidified our future. I wake from my blissful dream when the captain says we would be arriving in about fifteen minutes. After I land at JFK, I rush over to her office and see Tera is already sitting outside of her office.

  “Well, this is interesting.” I say.

  “Yea, my wife is fucking pissed. Workouts should not be for public viewing.” Tera looks livid.

  “I’m sure mine is too.”

  Jenae is sitting at her desk, pretending she isn’t listening. If I didn’t know she was fucking Paul, my assistant, I might have to worry about her snitching. Her phone rings. “Yes, Natasha.” She hangs up the phone and says, “You can go in now.”

  My eyes go directly to my wife sitting behind her desk, causing me to suck in a huge breath and forgetting to breathe. The first glimpse of my wife in ten weeks and the look on her face is the most upset I have ever seen her. On the flip side, she also looks more beautiful than I remember.

  Chapter Three

  Natasha

  Our shotgun wedding happened two days after we met. I never leap at anything, but when he said, “Marry me” as he took my virginity, which I didn’t tell him about, I bungee jump head first. I had always been saving myself for the one, and I was 98% positive he was it.

  While I make dinner, he tells me all about his parents and siblings and I tell him about mine. I have never talked so easily with a man before. I was not shy, flustered, nor did I talk incessantly about my dad, a former professional wrestler.

  “Dante Sig” is an internationally well-known wrestler and I am proud of him. He is usually the only thing I have in common with wrestlers, but he never came up as more than introductory. We eat dinner and have a few glasses of wine between the two of us.

  I feel drunk. Drunk on whatever is flowing between us. I say yes and we get married in the city clerk’s office a day after applying for our marriage license. I have never kept a secret from my mother before, so this was really hard and makes me feel guilty.

  As I am faced with confronting my husband about an affair, because it is my job and he should not be my husband; all I can think about is my mother would know what to do, and I didn’t fucking tell her. I am pulled from my memories of that amazing night when my office door flies open and bounces off the wall.

  Tera storms in my office looking mad as hell, stopping me from saying anything I might regret. I see Jarrett then and he has a pained expression on his face. I know I am bigger than the last time I saw him, but damn that hurt. Unfortunately, I really cannot think about that now because there are more pressing matters at hand.

  “Why is the fucking press at the training sessions? This has been blown way out of proportion and my wife is pissed.”

  “Your wife?” I say, completely shocked.

  “Yes, my wife. Michelle.”

  “Your assistant is your wife?”

  “Yes. We never said anything because of the fraternization policy, but we’ve been married for three years. It was before I started here and means I am definitely not pregnant, nor have I been fucking this guy. I didn’t mind the on-camera stuff because we all know it is scripted, but this is a workout, where he is my spotter. Suddenly, I am pregnant? It makes no sense.”

  “Now Tera, you know we are unable to control what the press chooses to say about your private life. But, maybe we should roll with this and add it to the storyline.” Zach finally speaks up.

  “Absolutely not! I will not do that to my wife.” Jarrett says.

  “What fucking wife? You didn’t have one six months ago?” Zach yells, taken completely off guard.

  “I got married five months and twenty-eight days ago, Zach.” Jarrett responds to his question.

  “To whom?” He is staring at me like he knows, but there is no way he does. Right?

  “I am not at liberty to say.” He replies as crossing his arms over his chest, with a somewhat innocent look on his face.

  I almost smile but quickly get it under control.

  “It is only a matter of time before I go down to the registrar’s office and see who it is.” Zach counters back. If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d tell him to go fuck himself.

  “It’s me.” I say quietly. Zach turns his head so fast I was sure he would get whiplash. “I am his wife,” I say as I stand up. “His pregnant wife.”

  Jarrett looks like a deer does when it is caught in the headlights of a vehicle. Thank God for Tera.

  “That is wonderful. Congrats. But what are we going to do about the dumb ass blogger? Michelle is freaking out.”

  “Let us set aside the fact that all four of you are in complete violation of the fraternization policy. There is no way to kill this story quietly.” Zach is seething.

  “I want to kill it and not by going along with it.” Tera says.

  I have only seen Zach this angry one other time and I knew he thought we might get something going eventually. But, I have never seen him as anything more than my best friend. I also have it on good authority; he is in love with my younger, underage until Friday, my sister Stephanie. I might be confusing best friend with oldest friend.

  “I have an idea that is radical, but I am sure it will work. Tera, does everyone in your life know you have a wife?” I am 95% sure this will work, I say to myself, even when I and my percentages are never right. I don’t know why I continue to do this to myself.

  “Of course, Natasha. This isn’t the 1950s.” She says with a brilliant smile.

  “Great! I want you and Michelle to start tweeting pictures of the two of you and send me one to put up on the website.”

  “Got it and will do. We have been waiting for this day for three long years. Thanks Natasha. It just might work.”

  “Yes, it will. I will also release a counter-statement to the blog post stating the facts.” I say with more confidence than I feel.

  “This isn’t over Tash, you know better. You’ve been here since day one and know why we have these rules in place.”

  “Yeah Zach. I do know, but I am going out on limb and say since Tera and Michelle have been married for three years and Jarrett and I have been married for almost six months, that this is not the same as you and Rochelle.”

  “Rochelle Grant?” Tera asks with a scowl. I nod and she continues with, “I haven’t seen that bitch in years. What does she have to do with anything?”

  Zach sighs, while clenching his fists.

  “She used me. She was not a very good wrestler, who wanted to be an actress. She used me to get better storylines. She got me to fall in love with her and then married a movie director. I should have known better.”

  “Zach.” I say as I touch his arm. A low growl from Jarrett has me jerking my hand away from Zach and Tera laughing. Trying again, “Zach, you have to move on. You can’t let her win for the rest of your life.”

  He laughs bitterly. “Tash, believe me when I say that I am over her and been over her. It was always supposed to be you. Since I will never get the one I really want.”

  My eyes grow wide as Jarrett stands up. I had no idea he felt this way, but I don’t reciprocate. At all. Sure, he is hot, but he is not for me. Is he really doing this now? What an asshole. Why does he think he can’t get Stephanie? Shit, he better be talking about Stephanie. I move to stand next to Jarrett and place my hand in his, which seems to calm him.

  “Zach, you have been my best friend since elementary school, but that is all. I have never seen us together and if you think about it, I am not your type at all.”

  “I know Tash, but you were always my backup plan. Safe and dependable. I was sure sexual attraction would come along later.”

&nbs
p; “Wow.” I say at the same time Jarrett says…

  “She is not a backup plan; she’s the only fucking plan.”

  Zach puts his hands up in surrender as he stands.

  “I didn’t mean it like that Tash.”

  “Stop calling me that Zach. I hate it. I am not a consolation prize. How could you say something like that to me?” I can hear the tears in my voice and I know I am about to break.

  “Come on baby, let’s go home.” Jarrett says as he puts his arm around my shoulder. I am crying but I am going to blame it on the pregnancy. Not on the fact my best friend is suddenly a complete douche nozzle.

  Chapter Four

  Jarrett

  The four-block walk helped clear my head. What a fucking dick. How dare he talk to my beautiful wife as if she does not matter? My pregnant wife. I am going to be a father. A father. As soon as I get her home, to the apartment we now share, I wrapped her up in the biggest hug. She melts in my arms and into my chest as she continues to cry.

  “Baby, do not cry, Ok? Everything will be alright. He’s a bitter, lonely, dick.” Her tears are my undoing. As each one sears my soul a little, I vow to do anything to keep her from having to cry again.

  “I agree with you about Zach. It is more because, when I saw the article I realized I have no idea if it is true or not. Do you know how hard it is to admit to that, Jarrett? There is no one I could say anything about it to. The three hours it took for you to get to my office gave me time to think on how little I actually know about you.”

  “You know the important things about me baby. I am not a cheater and I love being your husband and want everyone in the whole fucking world to know that I love you. Even though we have not talked in ten weeks-”

  “You love me?”

  “I absolutely love you. You are my wife and now the mother of my unborn child. You are quirky, adorable, beautiful, and I have to say nerdy. How could I not fucking love you?