[ 'Kay, so.. I'm now going to attempt another wwe fanfiction using one of my original characters. I use her in rp on Tumblr too. This idea came to me earlier and I just sort of went with it. There will be heavy sexual tension, sneaking around, and probably M rated stuffs fairly early on.. Oh and btw, Baron Corbin is a werewolf in this story. Yeah, that's right, you heard me.. I'm writing a werewolf AU this time. And now, the first chapter. If you want me to keep it going, feedback is great! - Kit]

[one]

If she had to endure one more argument with him, she'd probably take him by that platinum blonde and ram his head straight into a wall. Sure, he could flirt, he could be a general dick to her in public, he could forget dates and have 'issues with commitment', but her? Nope. It was not allowed. She'd had to change literally everything about herself just to keep him around.

And that was where she messed up, really… Changing herself for a man.

Now, here they were, almost 4 years later, at each other's throats and too 'used to each other' to be brave and end things. In Starla's defense, though, she felt like she owed him literally everything.. He'd gotten her out of a bad situation, he'd been her rock when she needed him most.

And until lately, she'd honestly loved him and she couldn't picture her life without him in it.

And she'd had absolutely no doubt in her mind that he loved her right back and that he felt the same about her and their future.

But then the lies started; and the rumors.

And now, here they were, night of their 4 year anniversary, arguing. When Dolph walked out and slammed the door of the hotel room, Starla sighed quietly, fell back across the bed in the hotel room they were sharing.

"If he's going to go out tonight then I will too. He shouldn't get to have the tantrums and disappear for hours and drive me crazy with worry." she mumbled to herself as she got up, slid on a pair of jeans that he hated and bitched about every single time she wore them.

After she'd thrown on her favorite threadbare red t shirt over her black and red lace bra, she found her favorite red soled heels. She was just slicking on fire engine red lipstick while waiting on the elevator when her eyes met the deep and golden brown of Baron Corbin's intent and curious gaze. "Don't, okay? Just don't. Not tonight."

"Is someone upset because Ziggler forgot the big day?"

"No, Baron, I'm actually just one hundred percent done in general." Starla blurted it out before she could stop herself. Baron smirked, a deep chuckle ripped from his lips as he shook his head. Starla gave a grumble and a roll of her eyes. "What's funny?"

"You can do better, princess."

With those words, the Lone Wolf walked away and Starla's long and delicate fingernails tangled in her dirty blonde curls as she watched him walking away for probably more time than she should've alloted to it.

Lately though, he'd been popping up like that. He somehow always seemed to find her.. And the way he looks at her, she was torn between being unsettled and completely turned on by it.. That has to be a bad thing. She shook her head and stepped onto the elevator but his last statement lingered in the forefront of her mind.

What the hell did he mean, she could do better?

'He's just playing a mind fuck, Star. He meant absolutely nothing by it. He won because he got in your head.' – Starla sighed as she thought about it, because yes, he most likely had. It was no secret that for whatever reason, since Corbin debuted on the main roster and he'd officially met Dolph and herself, he'd had it in for Dolph… What better way to psyche Dolph out than to play games with Dolph's long term girlfriend?

That had to be it.

The elevator opened in the lobby just as Baron emerged at the bottom of the stairs and the two smacked right into each other. He gave a smirk and eyed her, his usual gleam in his eyes as he suggested with a cocky wink, "We have got to stop meeting like this."

"Believe me, it's not because I'm doing it intentionally, Baron."

"Aww, c'mon, princess.. You know you want me." he smirked as he leaned into Starla who looked up at him, fingers tugging at her long blonde locks. The strange part of it was despite all the ways Baron annoyed her ninety percent of the time, somewhere deep down, she was shocked to discover that yes… she was attracted to him and yes, she did want him.

'You stop it now, Star. Stop letting him get under your skin. Just stop it now. He's using you to get to Dolph. If you crack, how's that going to make you look in his eyes? And what about the last four years? Can't just forget those, can we?' – and Starla grumbled to herself. "Whether I want you or not, Baron, we both know all this is to you is a game. Well guess what? I'm not playing."

"You think so, huh?" Baron's fingertips reached out, trailing over Starla's glossy red lower lip as he tsked and shook his head. "I still say you can do better."

And again, like before, he vanished.

Starla waited until he was gone, safely out of sight before she let out a long and ragged breath. His lips had literally brushed hers just then.. And her lip was still quivering under the memory of the touch of his fingertip.. And she wasn't even going to get started with how soaked she was currently.

Because that was completely and totally wrong.

She wasn't supposed to be turned on by the opponent and enemy of her current long term boyfriend… She wasn't supposed to notice the way he smirked, or the golden flecks in deep brown eyes or the way his tattoos were all vivid and brightly colored or the way the man always smelled the perfect mix of sweat and cologne and something else distinctly masculine. None of this was supposed to be happening.

Yet, it apparently was.

"Nope, going to nip this in the bud right now. Going to go get some drinks, dance my ass off and forget that my boyfriend couldn't be bothered to spend our 4 year anniversary with me without fighting and picking me apart because I'm apparently not good enough. Not gonna think about Baron Corbin and the way he's been lately."

She walked out to her car, getting in, going to the nightclub near the hotel. She had her drinks, danced every dance she could and for at least half the time, she felt eyes on her. Once, out of the corner of her eyes, she'd almost swear she saw Baron leaned against a wooden column, hand curled around a beer, watching her like a hawk.. But when she tried to spot him again, - despite everything in her brain telling her not to- she couldn't find him anywhere.

She shrugged it off, put the entire incident out of her head. Yeah, Baron had definitely gotten right inside her mind and that made her a little bit angry... The question was, how to get him out again? And why was he constantly around, being a smartass, saying these enigmatic and provocative things that Starla knew damn well had to have a double meaning?

Why the hell was he so good at getting to her?