♥ The Perfect Way To Begin Marriage [A Shawn & Ari Joint RP]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ September 23rd, 2016 -- Time Unknown: Shawn DeLise's Private Jet, en route to Bora Bora

Shawn DeLise finally tore his eyes away from his MacBook. He had no fucking clue how long they had been flying, but Arianny Blake had fallen asleep in the seat across from him a few hours ago. The newly married couple had barely spoken a word to each other since boarding Shawn’s private jet to head to Bora Bora for their honeymoon. After Arianny had taped her promo to promote the Vendetta card Shawn had graciously allowed her to book, they had hashed things out. As promised, Shawn had had Arianny’s phone cut back on before they had gotten on the plane. His only request was that she take the pass code off of it so he could look through it whenever he wanted. It wasn’t like she could deny him anything right now and that’s how he preferred it. His blue eyes focused in on her small, sleeping form. At the moment, she looked peaceful and vulnerable, and it was an alluring combination for Shawn. He was well aware that the innocence she was projecting was a mask because if anything, Arianny was the poster child for why looks could be deceiving.

Arianny was curled up on her side with her face turned towards Shawn. Several of her belongings had been scattered across the row of seats she had been occupying. Her hand was wrapped tightly around her cellphone and pulled towards her chest, while her Chanel bag and Louboutin shoes were thrown down in front of her seat. Used makeup remover towels had also been tossed on the ground and one of Arianny's Louis Vuitton luggage cases were open with the contents spilled out everywhere. She was comfy and cozy in a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved top. Shawn sat his MacBook to the side and leaned over, very gently pulling the phone away from Arianny. He didn't want to wake her up. It would take him hours to go through her iMessages and texts, but he started with the ones from Mondae Chaos. The raven-haired bitch didn't seem to happy that her best friend had gotten hitched without a warning. Anything that made Mondae unhappy caused Shawn to smirk.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” he whispered.

Some of the other names in her phone irritated him; Riley Calix, Aiden Van’t Hoff, Harlow Winter, and Oddball most notably. Arianny was absolutely forbidden to speak with any of them as far as he was concerned. He wasn't going to put up with other men hanging around his wife and he definitely wasn't going to deal with a psychotic feminist.

He continued searching through Ari's phone. She had been listening to music before she had fallen asleep. One Direction, Taylor Swift, Fifth Harmony, Beyonce, and Drake were just some of the names that were scattered on her playlists. As if Shawn needed to be reminded that the girl he had married wouldn't even turn 19-years old until the very last day of December. He glanced down at the tattered copy of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" that she had been reading. Arianny had only been three when the movie had come out. Shawn just shook his head. He looked her over once again. Despite the fact that some of her hair had freed itself from its ponytail and fallen across her face, Shawn could see bruising across her pale cheek. Her expensive cosmetics would cover the marks, but he thought she was beautiful in spite of everything.

Finally she was his.

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♥ September 22nd, 2016 -- During Vendetta VI

“Walk with me.”

Arianny glared at the back of Shawn’s head. The cameras had cut and were dispersing, and Shawn had made the assumption that Arianny was following him.

“I am not walking with you.”

Shawn stopped and turned around. He went to say something but Arianny held up her hand.

“No. Just no! You don’t get to come back and boss me around, and tell me to walk with you. You left me Shawn. Instead of being a man and protecting me, you just ran away. That’s not okay and I’m not just going to let that go. Mondae, Jace, and I sacrificed everything to get this company away from Georgia.”

“I know and we will talk about it. I just want to talk about it in private. Please just walk with me, Ari.”

Arianny pursed her lips and shifted her weight from one foot to another. For weeks she had been waiting for the chance to get her hands on Shawn and make him regret walking out on her and making her miserable all the way from Vegas. He deserved to pay for what he had done to MGM and despite the fact the main event was starting, Arianny sighed. “Fine.”

Shawn gave her a smile, turned on his heels, and motioned for her to follow. He kept his distance ahead of Arianny as they walked past two of RSW's backstage employees. Shawn gave each one a nod, followed up with his fake smile. It was a smile he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep much longer.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He asked as he kept walking.

Arianny still had her eyes glued to the back of his head. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Shawn shook his head, using the gesture to check around and make sure they were alone. A quick sweep with his eyes determined that no one was around. They were alone and the gig was up. Shawn spun on his heels and Arianny walked right into it.

SMACK!

Shawn dropped her with an open palm slap right across her perfect face.

“You fuckin’ ungrateful bitch! You go around spewing this shit about how you helped me. Help me?! Fuck off. This entire time, you’ve been fuckin’ playing me for a fool. Spreading your filthy, disgusting legs for fuckin’ Larson. Opened your mouth for a goddamn cop. And to top it all off, fucked Jack Owyns. You fucked Jack Owyns!”

Shawn’s words didn't immediately register with Arianny as the ringing in her ears from the violent slap had taken over. She had never been struck so hard in her life and tears pricked at her eyes. It was one thing to be hit inside the ring. It was another to be hit in such a horrendous and abusive manner. She touched her face with a shaking hand and checked to make sure everything was still intact. Shawn stood above her and he was fuming.

“J-Jack Owyns? A cop?”

There was no way Shawn could know about either of those things.

“What are you talking about?!”

Shawn clenched his fists. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t fuckin’ know people? Of course I heard about how some fat slob fuckin’ pig was gloating to his buddies that Arianny Blake sucked his dick. Word travels fast, bitch.”

Shawn reached down, grabbed Arianny by her top, and lifted her to her feet. His face was beet red thanks to his anger and he slammed her up against the wall.

“Have you actually ever looked up and noticed all the fuckin’ cameras in the mansion? I fuckin’ hear all and I fuckin’ see all. So don’t stand here and play fuckin’ stupid with me, you stupid fuckin’ bitch!” He tossed her to the ground.

Arianny shrank back against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her head was swimming with the information that Shawn had just revealed to her and it made her sick to think that he had actually watched her have sex with Jack Owyns. At this point, making love/hate fucking Jack was the single most intimate and private moment of her life. Mondae didn't even know about it and she was Arianny’s other half. Shawn closed in on her again but Arianny kicked him back.

“Okay. Okay. I won't lie to you. Those things did happen. But the thing with Officer Dawson was just business, Shawn. You do things to close business deals all the time! I know you do because I've gone to some of your meetings with you.” She wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks from her face with the back of her hand and slowly stood up. “Miles Larson was a business deal too and you knew about it! You made me so mad that day because you bent me over your desk -”

Arianny couldn't even say it. She just shook her head.

“I'm sorry I slept with Miles! Truly, I am. But I wanted to humiliate you like you did me.”

“Oh, and let me fuckin’ guess. Jack Owyns was a business deal as well? What deal were you fuckin’ closing huh?” Shawn spat and turned away from Arianny. He was seriously fighting the urge to just wind up and boot her in the mouth for all the pain she had caused him mentally.

Arianny’s face flushed. She felt an odd combination of shame and embarrassment mixed with a little satisfaction over the fact Shawn was so wound up. She didn't show the satisfaction part because she didn't want to make the situation worse.

“We were fighting and I hated you for leaving us at Deception.” She shrugged her slender shoulders and folded her arms across her chest. “You didn't check on me, knowing I was injured having gone through hell, and spent your afternoon on a yacht. It wasn't like I purposely set out to sleep with Jack. He actually came to like kill me that night. But it happened and it was a mistake. And I'm sorry.”

Shawn shook his head, not really giving a damn about her reason. He actually liked this girl, and yeah running had been cowardly, but he wasn’t a fighter like they were. Even if he had stayed, which he knew he should have but his mind didn’t work that way, the outcome would of remained the same. Arianny would have gotten her ass kicked and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He would rather be known as a coward than as a dude who just couldn't fight. None of that changed the fact that what Arianny had done with Jack was a crushing blow to his heart. In Shawn’s mind, her crime was much worse than his. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, tiny case. “Well now, this is how it’s going to go down from here on out.” He chucked the case at her. Arianny caught it with ease and gave Shawn a puzzled look. “Open it.”

Arianny did as instructed and inside was an absolutely stunning princess cut diamond engagement ring set in platinum. It wasn't exactly her dream ring (that was a pink heart shaped diamond set in a platinum and diamond encrusted band) but it was beautiful nonetheless. “I don't understand,” she finally said and closed the little box. “Why are you trying to give me a ring? You hate me and I don't want to be with someone who just hit me in the face.”

“It’s not hard to understand why I’m giving you a ring. It’s pretty clear. I fuckin’ hate you, but I really fuckin’ like you.” He said, looking at the ring and not at her. “So this is how it’s going to go. You’re going to marry me tonight. No fuckin’ ifs, ands, or buts.”

Arianny blinked. “What?”

Shawn held up his hand. “And you're going to keep your mouth shut until I'm done talking. You're going to marry me tonight and from here on out, you're going to be a perfect, fuckin' trophy wife for me. What I say goes and you no longer have a choice.”

“Did you forget who you're talking too?” Arianny looked up at Shawn like he had just lost his mind. He probably had. “I will never be some man’s trophy wife, ever. And if you think I'm going to obey you, then you don't know me at all.”

“Think again.” He reached into his other pocket and pulled out his cellphone. “And just know that this isn’t the only copy that I have, and if anything happens to me… this shit goes viral.”

He unlocked his phone screen and went to videos. He found the one he wanted and pressed play. Shawn turned the phone towards Arianny so she could see the footage he had of Mondae Chaos, clear as day, killing his father, Joe DeLise.

Shawn smirked. “Oh I do fucking know you, Arianny. So I just gave you a fucking engagement ring and what do you say?”

Arianny’s horrified expression was all the confirmation Shawn needed to know that he had won. Time and time again the Mean Girls had pledged and proven their devotion to one another and he knew, he just fucking knew, that Arianny would do absolutely anything in order to protect Mondae. Mondae was the only person left in Arianny’s life that she loved and the two girls were inseparable. If Shawn wasn't so hurt by Arianny’s betrayals he probably would have felt a little guilty about what he was doing. But at the moment, he felt nothing but triumph and when Arianny couldn't stop her emotions from showing on her face he smirked and put away his phone. He reached out and touched her cheek, the same one he had slapped, and gently stroked his thumb over the bruise that had started to show.

“You don't like me,” she whispered and recoiled from his touch. “You just want a prize.”

“I actually did until your true slutty fucking colors were revealed.” He stroke her cheek again with his thumb. “But being a good fucking, loyal wife can change that back. Can you be a good fucking wife for me, and most of all for that stupid bitch Money?”

Arianny felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't even look at Shawn. “Yes.”

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♥ Shawn DeLise's Private Jet, en route to Bora Bora

A startled Arianny woke up in a cold sweat. For weeks, the blond beauty had been plagued by the same recurring nightmare and every single time, she found herself unable to shake the images from that night. Braydon Knox getting his head bashed in by Mondae while Arianny and Dallas held him down would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. It was a small price to pay given the threat the man had posed to MGM, and Arianny had very little remorse for their actions. But the reality of the situation was harsh and her brain had a tendency to over-complicate things at the worst of times. She ground the sleep from her eyes, forgetting that the left side of her face was sore. Her hazel eyes turned towards Shawn and when she noticed he was giving her a strange look, Arianny felt her face flush. She looked away.

“How much longer?”

There wasn't a drop of attitude or sarcasm in her voice for once.

Shawn also looked away and dropped her phone into her lap. “I couldn’t tell you. Never been to Bora Bora before.” He turned his attention towards the window. The only thing he could see were clouds and a very bright blue sky.

Clutching her phone like it was her lifeline because she didn't want Shawn to see her hands shaking thanks to the nightmare, Arianny got up and took the empty seat next to him. Whenever she would have that nightmare back home, she would always crawl into bed with Mondae. Mondae would always comfort her until the mental images would go away. She would play with Arianny's hair until she calmed down and fell back asleep. Shawn would never know about her dream, but at the moment he was the only person Arianny had. She needed to be close to someone so she adjusted herself until her back was pressed against his side and she too could see out of the window.

“I haven't either. I'm excited.”

“As am I,” Shawn replied. Even though he probably wouldn’t admit it to her, Shawn was looking forward to getting away from everything going on in San Francisco. He wanted the time to himself, and he actually wanted to have some time alone with Arianny. She always had the bitch and the lapdog around and both of them worked Shawn’s nerves to no end. This trip would give Arianny a chance to see a different side of Shawn. There would be no one around to make his fucking blood boil. No Mondae. No Jace. His sister was gone. There was no stress.

“Just you and I. No people, a small cabin, white sandy beaches, and the ocean.” Shawn hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. He was just lost in his own daydream at the moment, completely wrapped up in his own thoughts.

Arianny didn't immediately reply. She had closed her eyes again because her pulse had finally stopped racing. Even the though it wasn't cold on the jet, she gave a little shiver and Shawn shifted a bit so she could get a little more comfortable. Arianny turned away from the window and the early morning sunshine, and slid down in her seat. She pressed her face against Shawn's thigh and curled up into a little ball. She fit just perfectly by his side and when he took the opportunity to rest his hand on her hip, she didn't flinch or push him away.

“I love the ocean,” she murmured and yawned. “It's my happy place.”

As Shawn continued to gaze out at the sky, he began to gently massage her hip. “Mine too.”

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