♥ Date Night Secrets & Agendas [part II; joint rp]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ 10:26pm - Downtown Area; Food Truck Heaven, tbh

Arianny, out of place in an actual evening gown, sat on a bench while Shawn stood in line waiting on their tacos and churros. As usual, she was glued to her phone and texting with Mondae.

“Totally made sure we missed the reservations. He is so dramatic.”

“So he is legit getting churros? Hahaha love it! Frederik is making a spectacle of himself atm.”

Arianny cringed as Mondae sent her a picture of Frederik doing body shots off a busty female transgender. Typical Frederik. He loved driving Dallas crazy.

“Lovely. I bet Dallas is in the corner crying because his boyfriend is a whore.”

Arianny placed her phone in her handbag as Shawn returned. He handed her a styrofoam plate that held tacos and churros. “Here.” He was empty-handed, however. Even though he was hungry, looking at the disgusting food made him feel sick.

Shawn sat down next to Ari, slouched down, and put his arm behind her. “Well I had one hell of a night but thanks to you we now sit here on this park bench amongst the fucking poor.” His eyes scanned the crowded area and eventually turned back to his beautiful companion. “I guess the scenery ain't all that bad.”

Arianny glanced down at her plate as she took a dainty little bite of one of the churros. She chewed thoughtfully and sat back against the bench. Shawn’s hand starting stroking her bare skin and she fought against pulling away from him. She wanted to at least show a little interest in the man. “It’s kind of gross,” Arianny finally said and reached for the bottled water he had also gotten. “Even in the daytime, there are people hanging around who look like they haven’t showered in weeks. It’s not kind of gross, it’s actually nasty. I don’t get why there are so many poor people. How hard is it to get a job?”

“It's called being fucking lazy. And to fucking busy complaining about why they are poor instead of doing something about it. Look at me. I'm where I am because I fucking worked for it.”

Bullshit.

“Pieces of shit make me sick, but fuck them. This is me and you time now.”

Shawn leaned over and went to kiss Ari, but she turned her head. His lips grazed her cheek and his frustration with her continued to mount. Arianny sat her plate down and wiped her hands on the napkin she had unfolded on her lap. Tossing it on top of her plate, she turned so she could fully face Shawn (and get his arm off of her shoulders) and wrapped her arms around her slender frame. Despite the fact it was the beginning of July, the night air was cold, and her barely there dress did nothing to keep her warm. “Yeah so about me and you,” she began as a breeze ruffled her hair.

“Are you cold?” He had noticed her shiver and did his own jacket button up. No way in hell he was giving up his jacket. “You know what? Looking at all these pathetic people lurking around and seeing how cold you are right now, makes me think of how fucking lucky you actually are.”

Arianny gave him a look. Gone from Shawn’s eyes were any hint of lust and need for the princess’ body. He looked empty.

“Yeah, bitch. You're poor as shit now. Your fucking homo brother spilled all your family problems in his Shoot Saturday promo.” Shawn smirked. “You both don't have a fucking dime and if weren't for me, you'd be out here freezing with these losers.”

Arianny’s face completely froze. She actually looked like a deer caught in headlights. “I still have my trust fund,” she managed to reply and somehow kept her composure.

Thanks to the fact Ari and Dallas had ran away from home when they turned 16 to go find Scott Lopez in India, their trust funds had been depleted. Obviously they had made several other stops along the way.

When Dallas’ promo had hit the RSW website, Arianny had lost her shit. The last thing she had wanted was for their personal problems to become public knowledge. “Also my daddy is just mad right now. He will get over it. He never stays mad at me for long.”

That was a lie and Arianny knew it. Andrew wouldn't even take her calls. He had blocked her number. Things would get even worse if word ever leaked about what had really happened to Braydon Knox. Despite the fact Arianny had zero remorse for helping Mondae and Dallas kill the useless man.

“Ari, do I fucking look stupid?” Shawn shot her a lazy look. He just wanted her to answer his question, but unfortunately she kept quiet. “If you’re so fucking rich then you can move out of that mansion I just bought you. And, you can give me back that dress that’s barely covering your body.”

Despite the fact he was poor, Shawn had the luxury of having a company credit card and unauthorized access to RSW’s bank account. He was going to use it to his advantage. It was part of his right as a boss. Or it was in his head. “So are you going to cut the bullshit and be straight with me?”

He smiled because he knew the truth.

Arianny felt her entire psyche start to crack. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands and closed her eyes. She refused to cry in front of this awful man who only wanted her body and to use her in a game against his sister. And she refused to admit the ugly truth that had been haunting her since watching her mother walk out on her last week. She started counting backwards in her head, starting at the number twenty, but her bottom lip began to quiver. It was so unfair that the Mean Girls needed an ally in the war against Jack Owyns and Georgia DeLise. If they were ever going to succeed in RSW they needed someone with some power on their side. A sniffle escaped and Arianny did the only mature thing she could think of doing at that moment. She turned her back on Shawn.

Only then did a single tear slip down her cheek and fall onto her lap. The material of her gorgeous gown did a great job of absorbing it. “Take me home.”

Shawn fought the urge to break into laughter. He saw the tear and knew it represented that he had her. He decided to press his luck and placed his back around her shoulder as he helped her up from the bench. “If that’s what you want, I’ll take you to my – your place.” He didn't want to rub it in to strong.

“Don’t be so fucking down though. I’ll take care of you as long as you take care of me. It’s really that simple.” This time he didn’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face. “Do that and take my bitch sister, and you will live like a fucking princess. If you refuse, you’ll be out on the damn street selling that perfect ass for cash.”

He made sure to squeeze her left cheek as he placed emphasis on the ‘selling’ part.

Arianny took a deep breath and allowed herself drown at that moment. She had allowed him to see her weakness and now he had the upper-hand. She had very few options at the moment, so she turned her face up towards him and pouted. “We've already put our plan into motion to take out Jack and Georgia,” she admitted, making sure to carefully pick her words. Shawn’s arm tightened around her at that moment, and she actually snuggled against him a little as they began walking.

“What do you mean?”

Arianny bit down on her bottom lip and stopped them. She slipped her arms underneath his jacket and around his waist. “We ratted Jack out for murdering Braydon.”

“What?” He stopped and roughly jerked her in front of him so they were face to face. “Braydon’s dead? Jack fucking murdered him? How do you know?”

Arianny had the decency to look nervous as she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Pulling herself close to Shawn so they looked like two sweet lovers on a night out, she tugged at the lapels of his jacket so he dropped his head down. “Because we framed him,” Arianny whispered in his ear and took Shawn’s face in her hands. With everything she could find deep inside, she kissed him as hard as she could, knowing damn well he wanted her.

The stunned Shawn DeLise responded to Arianny’s kiss by wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her in close. After a moment, he pulled back but didn’t let go of her. He was actually grinning from ear to ear. “I could bend you over right now and just go to fuck work. You naughty, awful, amazing girl.” Shawn didn’t know how it was possible, but somehow Arianny and Mondae had just taken matters into their own hands. Better yet, Arianny had just admitted that MGM had killed Braydon. Shawn truly did have Arianny at his beck and call now, whether she knew it or not.

“Fuck me. You sure do know how to make a man smile.”

Arianny actually relaxed in Shawn’s arms this time and felt the weight of the world drop from her shoulders. Not only had she purposely just made Shawn an accessory to their crime, but she had given MGM reason to get rid of Shawn when the time was right. Her whole plan had suddenly been decided. Inwardly, she smiled at the thought.

“I've given you a lot tonight,” Arianny admitted and cast her eyes down at his jacket so she didn't have to look him in the eyes. He did have nice eyes. “And because of that I have no choice but to willingly be your girlfriend. I want to work with you and I want to get rid of Georgia.”

Music to Shawn’s evil ears. He lifted Arianny’s chin up with his finger so she could see him smiling at her. “Finally.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, and spun her around in air. “Lets fucking celebrate!”

Arianny actually laughed as Shawn sat her back down in the ground. The adrenaline rush she had gotten from picturing him stone cold dead had made everything seem worth it. She laced her fingers through his so that they were holding hands and have him a very shy, very fake smile. “I like that idea.”

Together, as a unit, they headed off to where the limo was waiting for them. Arianny felt pretty smug. She could do this. She could make herself pretend to love him and be interested in him. She could kiss him. Perhaps she would let him touch her. They could never sex, obviously, but he would deal. How bad could this actually be?

As they went to get into the limo, Arianny heard her phone go off. She slid in beside Shawn and quickly got her iPhone out. It was a text from Mondae.

"Jack is fucking free. Not even a slap on the wrist."

Arianny grit her teeth.

What. The. Fuck.

/End.

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