Wrestling One-Shots Volume 5

Daniel Garcia

It's Saturday night, aka primetime for nightlife in the city. And you're a young sexy thing looking to have a good time. You pull yourself into your best dress and matching shoes, makeup pristine and done up to perfection.

When you cautiously exit the bathroom of the hotel room you're staying at you listen hard for any signs of Matt or Angelo. Or God forbid Chris for that matter. Because you know if any of them see you all dressed up and about to leave then they'll throw a fit. Especially Angelo, him being your much too protective half brother and all.

You close the bathroom door as quietly as possible and silently cheer to yourself. "Yes, success!" You grin. But your celebration is short-lived.

You manage to make it to the nightstand where your purse is sitting all ready to go. You grab it and turn around only to be met by Angelo and Matt's ridiculously good-looking protege, Daniel Garcia.

Garcia looks at you with his arms crossed over his chest. "Where are you headed?" He questions you.

"Out." You snark back and place the strap of your bag over your shoulder. "Now move, Garcia." You ask him.

Daniel scoffs at your answer and remains in place. "You're going out? Dressed like that?" His eyes rake over you with judgment.

"Yes, I am." You roll your eyes. "Why do you care anyway? Now come on, move!" You ask him again in a huff.

Garcia steps off to the side after a moment of thought. You turn your nose up at his judgmental face and head to the door. When you get to the door you notice Garcia grabbing his shoes from the corner of your eye and turn back around.

You watch Garcia slip his shoes on and quickly grab his wallet from the other nightstand in the room. "Alright, let's go then." He walks over to your side.

"Umm, what?" You reply in confusion. "Where the hell are you going at this hour?" You ask him.

Garcia rolls his eyes in annoyance and gestures to you with the hand that's not stuffed in his pocket. "I'm coming with you, duh." He informs you like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Angelo would murder me if he knew I let you leave dressed like that." He reminds you.

"I don't need a babysitter, Daniel." Your cheeks puff up in annoyance.

Garcia shrugs and reaches in front of you to push the door open. "After you, princess." He gestures out to the hallway.

You let out a small growl of annoyance but head out into the hall anyway. Garcia coming with you might be a slight hitch in your plans. But you're not going to let him hinder your good time.

You and Garcia hardly exchange any words on the way to the club. You both pay your entrance fees and head in. You go straight for the bar with Garcia tailing from a distance. It's annoying to know that he's watching you. But at least he's not all up in your business, yet anyway.

You order yourself a drink and exchange a couple of flirty words with the bartender. Meanwhile, Daniel stands off to the side of the room and watches you like a hawk.

"Come on, walk away asshat." He mumbles to himself as he watches some dude at the bar leaning in a bit too close.

Daniel watches you flirt your way down the bar and all the way to the dance floor with clenched fists. But he doesn't budge from his spot. He's got a love-hate relationship with the way that your dress hugs every curve. The way your skin glistens in the low light of the dancefloor while music pounds through the air in waves.

Angelo would beat his ass if he ever knew just how bad Garcia wants you. And it's getting harder and harder every day to keep it to himself. As soon as Garcia saw you try and sneak your way out of the bathroom at the hotel he knew you were up to no good. And he'll be damned if he lets some sleazy local get all up on his girl. Even if you technically aren't his.

Back over on the dancefloor, you are swaying to some Britney Spears song when you are greeted by a familiar voice. "Well, I'll be damned. Ain't you looking fine as hell, Y/N." Ricky Starks pulls up to your side.

"Ricky? Funny seeing you here." You turn around with a flirty smile. "You come out to have some fun as well?" You ask him over the loud music.

Ricky chuckles and sways to the music with you. "You know it, sugar." He grins down at you and steps closer.

You happily dance with Starks for the remainder of the song. And while dancing you happen to catch Daniel's eye from the side of the room. You smile at him but slow a bit when you see him push off of the wall with a sour look on his face.

Ricky's hand wanders down to your lower back casually just as the music dies down a little bit and Daniel manages to break his way through the crowd. He makes a B-line for Starks and grabs his wandering arm.

"You put another hand on her like that and I'll break it in half," Daniel growls at Ricky and wedges himself between the two of you. "Now get lost, Starks." He warns him.

Ricky nods and walks off. Sure you're cute, but there are an infinite amount of easier girls at this club tonight. And Starks isn't looking for a fight this time.

You wait for Garcia to turn back around to you before you speak. "What the hell Daniel?" You glare at him. "What? Let me go?!" You protest further when he grabs your arm and drags you off of the dance floor and out into an empty hallway. "What the fuck Daniel? Are you mentally ill?"

Daniel wastes no time in shutting you up by grabbing your face and kissing you harshly. Sure this isn't exactly how he pictured letting you know that he was into you. But seeing you in that stupid dress combined with seeing Ricky all up on you proved too much for him.

"Are you done throwing a fit now?" Garcia finally lets you go after a heated kiss.

You take a second to get a breath In as well as compose yourself. "You're a dick." You huff out. "Now get back over here." You grab him by the collar of his shirt.

You have no idea how you're going to explain to Angelo that his protege is your new boy toy. But that's a problem for a sober and less horny you.