Vendetta 01 -- It Was One Time Only

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IT WAS ONE TIME ONLY


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Aiden Van’t Hoff and Maisi Alexander were back in Hurley. The 22-year old had never been more miserable. The only upside to the situation was that being home wasn’t permanent. They had fought for two days straight before Aiden had finally put an end to it. He had agreed to set a wedding date if Maisi would just relax and let him pursue his own career. Reluctantly, she had agreed but only if they could go back to Hurley and tell their families in person. Aiden had compromised that they could stop on their way to Oxford where the Ole Miss and Alabama game was being played on Saturday.

They had been back home for about a full day and Aiden already felt exhausted.

Upon announcing that they would be married on Christmas Eve of this upcoming year, Ellen Havershane-Van’t Hoff and Mary Catherine Covington-Alexander had began planning the engagement party. At the moment, preparations were in full swing and Aiden couldn’t have cared less. His father had tried to talk him into going to the office with him, but Aiden had refused.

At the moment, he was walking the Van’t Hoff property with his youngest sister, Isabelle. She was a lot like him - free spirited and determined to forge her own path. The sprawling plantation they had grown up on still looked a lot like summer and the temperature that day was around 87 degrees. The siblings were in deep conversation when Aiden’s phone went off in the pocket of his khaki shorts.

“Fuck.”

The name ‘Evelyn Sparks’ caused him to sigh.

“Who’s Evelyn?” Belle asked, being nosy. Aiden rolled his eyes. “Some desperate slut. Gimme a few.”

Aiden stepped away for some privacy and walked towards the lake that sat on the west side of the property. “What do you want?”

It took about ten minutes, between hysterical sobs and hiccuping, for RSW’s ditzy but hot backstage correspondent to explain to Aiden that she had been released from her contract and was no longer employed.

“Geeze, that sucks,” Aiden finally said. “I really enjoyed fucking you in conference room last Thursday.”

Evelyn had been far too willing to give Aiden a little comfort after Arianny had rejected him. The sex had been pretty decent despite the fact the conference room had also been in shambles. Evelyn continued crying.

“Look babe, I don’t know what you want from me.” Aiden finally had to interrupt her. “It was a good time, but it was one time only. Even if you hadn’t gotten fired, my top priority in RSW is making sure I get a chance to be the Bay Area Champ, not banging the help. Sammi and Albright are two people who are going to give me a fight. Albright can already brag he’s beaten me and Sammi won her debut match, something I failed to do. I gotta win, sweetheart.”

More crying.

“Nah, I don’t need anyone to watch my back, especially not some untrained piece of ass. Archer and Emma getting the best of me was a one time thing. Hails and I will sort them out eventually, you can bet on that. Albright needs a reality check, and needs to know that what happened at Deception will never happen again. Sammi looked great against Genocide, but I’m an entirely different athlete. I’m smarter than my current record, and even though I’m no amateur standout or trained by someone with a legacy, I’m still pretty damn good. Archer had his hands full with me last week and just happened to be the better man in the end.”

Evelyn was mumbling incoherently now and Aiden was over it.

“Look, good luck. We had a fun time. That’s it.”

Belle appeared as Aiden disconnected the call. “Is everything okay?” she asked and gave her brother a look.

Aiden smirked. “Peachy. Just talking to a colleague about next week. You watching?”

“Definitely. Sammi is quick and agile, but you’re also pretty fast and smart. She won’t catch you off guard. Bryce is entitled, a champion, and can’t be touched technically. But he’s also slow and his moves, so basic. You can work him and wear him down. He’ll tire.”

Aiden was impressed. He wrapped Bella in a headlock and mussed her hair, both of them laughing. “You got smart, kid.”

“Just like you.”

/End.