Later that night….
PING! (Twitter Notification from @FakeCyrus.)
Mia laughed to herself. It was late, and Cyrus must have got back to his hotel.
FakeCyrus: Miss Mia. I met this phenomenal woman today. She looks a lot like you. She’s hot.
MissMia: Really? She must be special.
FakeCyrus: She is. I think I could fall for this girl. It feels like I’ve known her for a while. It’s like we’ve shared so much already.
MissMia: I think she probably feels the same way. I bet she finds you easy to talk to. Can I get another one of those selfies? A real one this time?
FakeCyrus: You may not be ready for it right now. Are you sure?
MissMia: Why? Are you looking through your porn spank bank or something? Are you sending unsuspecting girls your wiener pics? Lol.
A photo appeared on her phone.
FakeCyrus: How’s this?
A photo of him in just a towel dripping wet in the hotel bathroom popped up. She just sat staring with her mouth gaped open. The water beading over his abs made her mouth water. He looked like a yummy treat she wanted to devour.
FakeCyrus: Mia? Too much? Sorry.
MissMia: Oh, man. Fake Cyrus. You sure look a lot like the real Cyrus. I can tell this one is real. Damn hottie! Look at that hard body.
FakeCyrus: I told you it was me. Hope that pic wasn’t out of line, but you asked.
MissMia: Oh, no. It will get me through a lot of lonely nights. Again… not a prude. Just waiting for someone to love.
FakeCyrus: I…
A few minutes passed. Mia got worried mentioning love was too much.
MissMia: Cyr…
(We have deleted this profile for violating community standards.)
Mia laughed, realizing his fake profile got removed. Grabbing her phone, she went to text Cyrus.
“Cyrus, your profile got deleted. Lol. That’s epic.”
“Shit! Yes. Don’t they know who the hell I am? Lol.”
“Why didn’t you just message me from your real profile, anyway?”
“I have staff posts photos for me sometimes when we’re working events. They have access to my phone when I don’t have time. I didn’t want them talking to people about us. I wanted to get to know you without that pressure or have someone leak to the media I was talking to a girl online. The media would have had a field day with it. I respect you too much to drag you into that.”
“Oh, I see. I get that. What if people found out?”
Cyrus thought about it for a moment before replying, “I don’t care. I just wanted to protect you. We were having such a good time chatting without people getting in the way. I got to know the real you. That was more important to me than you to know who I said I was. I never lied; you just didn’t believe me.”
“I begged the girls at the salon to keep quiet earlier. It’s a salon and clients like to gossip. They found out by accident that we were chatting because my friend was playing with my phone. Now they know it was you they’re going to tell everyone.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like they wouldn’t have asked questions anyway when I showed up there.”
“I had a great time tonight. I haven’t been on a nice date… ever.”
“What kind of man doesn’t take a lady on a real date?”
“Most guys I dated were jerks and losers. I always paid or drove to pick them up. You are the first guy to bring me flowers and take me out to dinner. Except for my dad for my birthday.”
“Sounds like they were boys, not men. You deserve to be treated like a woman. No… A queen. I promise I’ll show you what a real gentleman is. Even though I just sent you a pic of me in the bathroom mirror.”
Cyrus ran his hand over his face, realizing how stupid that was. He was never the guy to send photos like that. He was only glad he had been smart enough to cover himself with a towel.
“You already have shown me you’re a gentleman. It’s okay, Cyrus. I asked for it. I’m not complaining, sexy man. You need to get rest. I’m sure you have a big day tomorrow.”
“I do. Goodnight, sweet Mia.”
“Goodnight, Prince Charming.”
***
The next day, Mia worked on her costumes for the show for most of the day. She was on cloud nine thinking about Cyrus making her run a little later than normal. When she was all packed up for the night, she went back to the apartment and was watching his wrestling matches on YouTube.
Her cell phone text pinged, and she saw it was Cyrus.
“I’m close, pretty lady. Hot on your trail. This little treasure hunt was fun.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. The only way you will find me is to know my stage name.”
“Oh yeah? Anastasia.”
“Crap on a cracker! Still doesn’t mean you will figure out what club.”
“I found the club flier. See you tonight, beautiful. I’m bringing a couple of guests with me.”
Mia instantly got nervous knowing he was going to figure it out. Especially being at the training center with people she knew. Wrestlers whom she had worked with on indie shows and photoshoots. All who would tell him anything he wanted to know about her just to chat with the wrestling superstar.
“How’d she take it?” Gage flopped down on the hotel room bed next to his cousin-in-law.
The owners of IWX had just arrived an hour earlier to join Cyrus to recruit talent from the training center. Gage was being his typical nosey self and was invading Cyrus’s personal space. Typical of the best friends, Gage was always around. Even when Cyrus didn’t want company, but he loved his friend had become the support system in their family dynamic.
“She’s freaked out. I hope we don’t make her nervous and mess it up for her.”
Gage shrugged. “Eh. She’ll be fine. Davis is excited to meet her. He thinks she has something.”
“Yeah.” Cyrus rubbed his freshly shaped beard nervously.
“What’s wrong?”
“Mia doesn’t know you’re going to be there with me.”
“Does she know you showed her videos to Davis?”
“No.”
Gage chuckled and hit him with a pillow. “Idiot. You don’t know shit about women.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cyrus snarled.
“What if she doesn’t like the idea?”
“Asshole! It was your damn idea. All of this was. Now you’re saying it was a bad idea?”
“No. The girl’s a waste of good talent. She deserves this push. She’s a star, Cy. Technically, it was Colt’s idea. So, when this goes bad, blame him.”
“You just want to see me finally kick his ass.” Cyrus chuckled.
“Uh. Yeah. It’s funny. He’s still scared shitless of you after all these years. It’s like watching a Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote cartoon.”
Cyrus rolled his eyes. “Why the hell did I ever think you two would be good men for my sweet little innocent Holly and Isis?”
“They’re women now, and Isis doesn’t seem to complain. She’s not so sweet and innocent anymore.”
“Gross.”
“You’re crazy if you think Holly was ever innocent. She’s a mean lady and she and Colt are kinky freaks too. So, Romeo? How did the date go?”
“Gage, bro. Mia’s amazing and hotter in person,” Cyrus cooed. “Mia thinks she’s overweight, but she’s just an average size girl. She has the best rack I’ve ever seen.”
“Boob man, huh?”
“If you had seen them, you’d agree. She had curves for days. I could practically live with her riding my...”
Gage covered his ears. “Lalalalala. I am not hearing Cyrus Evans talk about some chick riding his cock.”
“Whatever, loser. I hear you talk about your weird-ass sex shit all the time.”
“That’s different.”
“No, it’s not. How?”
“Isis and I have some hot ass sex. People need to know about it. I’m doing a public service by sharing this knowledge with you,” Gage teased.
“You’re a moron. How the hell did you ever become the CEO of IWX?”
“I’m a genius.”
“You said, dumbass wrong,” Cyrus noted.
Gage huffed, saying, “Whatever. We need to get going to the training center. Davis is waiting for us. I hear there are a few new talents that he’s looking at.”
“Let’s go. I want to get back here before tonight and get ready for my date.”
“You’re so whipped already. This girl is going to have you led around by your dick.”
Cyrus knew that was true. She already had a hold on his heart. It wouldn’t be long before she controlled that, too.