Author's Note: I do not know Dave Bautista or any of ex-wives or his daughters. I have nothing against his family. This story is completely fictional.

And according to the site that I found which states that he divorced his second wife in 2006..this story will be taking place in that year. :-)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dave Bautista or the WWE. I only own Ashley. I am NOT making any money.

Chapter One
A Chance Meeting

Batista's POV-

I signal for the bartender to refill my glass. I probably didn't need it, but of course I didn't need most of the shit that was in my life right now. I was still having a hard time dealing with the fact that I just turn thirty seven and I just went through my second divorce. It wasn't my fault the stupid bitch couldn't keep her legs closed. I always had that feeling that she was fucking other men, but I could never actually prove it. Then one of my good friends and co-workers, John Cena comes and pulls me aside. Tells me the bitch grabbed his cock in front of dozens of witnesses and then asks him for a 'ride'. Yea, she wanted a fucking ride alright. Oh I was livid. I won my match that night. It took every ounce of control I had not to pound my poor partner into the ring. I wanted to kill the stupid tramp, but I didn't. What I did do is confront her.

Shaking my head, I tossed back the two fingers of Jack Daniels and signaled for another. She said that Cena was lying. That he wanted her and she turned him down. I snort now and I snorted then. Cena and myself were friends and he wouldn't do that. So yeah, I didn't believe her. Every since that fucking disastrous day, I have been on edge. So I've been getting a little reckless. Which is why I was sitting at a bar in a very up scale restaurant in Uniondale, New York.

After tearing my triceps back in January, I took a little vacation to simply recover. It wasn't but a week after that Cena came to me and once again my personal life crumbled around me. My second marriage down the drain. I went on a rampage. Hell I'm still on a damn rampage. I go out every night to a different club and pick up random chicks and fuck their brains out. I pick fights with men at the same clubs. Especially when I'm restless or a match didn't go as I had liked. Even though we have our storylines, shit happens. But too many people were whining and complaining about my attitude. I didn't give a fuck.

Then I was finally able to come back in July. And when I did, I was a force to be reckoned with. It didn't matter if I was suppose to lose or win the match, I beat my opponents into the ground. I became the animal that everyone had nicknamed me with. Then when I broke an opponent's arm which wasn't planned, Vince called me with an idea to keep me in line. He didn't wanna tell me, but I told him that I wasn't coming to any damn meeting in a fancy restaurant until he did. So he caved.

So I'm sitting here, trying to drink at least half my weight in Jack Daniels while I think of this stupid plan that Vince came up with. A babysitter. Well, he didn't say babysitter, he said he wanted someone to stay with me, to watch over me and help me make better decisions or something close to that. What the fuck? But if I didn't agree, I would lose my job. So I agreed. But only because my job was at stake.

I motion for the bartender to refill my glass when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn to see who took the seat next to me and I am unable to stop the smile that graces my face. The small form of a woman catches my smile and she returns it, although hesitating and a little unsure. I had no idea what this little girl was doing at a bar, okay so it was a restaurant, but still. She couldn't have been more than five foot one and I was betting she weighed all of hundred pounds soaking wet. But she had small perky breasts, small curvy hips and I was betting a flat stomach. And really nice legs. Although they were short. And bare as all she was wearing was a black knee length skirt and black flats. What woman in this century wore flats? My eyes travel up to take in her light blue silk blouse which was modestly buttoned to her small throat. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And that ponytail was full of big bouncy curls that looked hair stylist perfect. Although something was telling me, they were not. My eyes met hers and she blushes, sending her peaches and cream complexion to a light pink color that only makes her more attractive. And those eyes of hers. Wow. Her eyes were like liquid milk chocolate and the gold specks sparkled with what I didn't know. Could have been happiness or could have been anger. The only make up covering her beautiful face was the black mascara on her very long eyelashes. She was dressed to kill, but she looked nervous as fuck.

The bartender refilled my glass and moved down to face my new bar neighbor. "What can I get you?" He asked politely; although his eyes held a leer.

She licks her lips and my cock jumps at that small pink tongue. God, I hope she wasn't underage.

"Just water, please." She says softly and I knew immediately that I wanted her screaming my name as I thrust hard and fast into her tight heat. That voice was any man's erotic dream come true and her body just added to the package. But something told me that if I wanted my dream to become reality, I would have to tread lightly with this one.

"You look just a little too nervous for just water." I say instead of some cheap pick up line.

The bartender hands her a bottle of water which she quickly uncaps and takes several deep swallows. My dick throbs harder as the image of her sucking on my hard length went through my mind. I wondered if she would swallow when I came in her mouth. Shaking my head of that particular thought, I listen as she begins to talk.

"Oh I can't drink anything stronger. I'm meeting my boss here tonight and any kind of alcohol lays me out flat." She admits before taking another drink of her water. I cock an eyebrow at that. Maybe I should warn her about giving information to the enemy. However I found it interesting that she was also meeting her boss. Could it be?

"Why is meeting your boss making you nervous?" I ask her, now wondering why I even care. I gave a silent chuckle. I care because I was interested in getting her into my bed.

She met my eyes as she begin to talk and I found myself liking the eye contact. "He's asking me to do something that I don't wanna do."

My blood starts to boil at hearing that. This small woman shouldn't be forced to do anything she didn't wanna do and if this son of a bitch wanted to pick on her then maybe I should beat the shit out of him.

"Not like that." She replied, apparently understanding where my mind went and my blood went from a boil to a simmer. I still didn't like that she was being forced to do something she didn't wanna do. "But what he does want me to do is simply outrageous."

I smile at her and she gives me a small grin in return. "Do you not like your job?" I ask. I hated people who hated their jobs but did nothing about it but complain.

She shook her head. "Oh I love my job. It really is a dream job. And Vince is an amazing guy to work for when he isn't ticked off."

My mind completely shut down at the mention of her boss' name. It couldn't be a coincidence. Was this the person that was gonna be babysitting me? I barely held the laugh back as I took in her small frame once more. Vince has lost his damn mind. That I was sure of. But I wonder what was going through her mind at this new task of hers.

I clear my throat and set out for the information I wanted. "What exactly is it that you have to do?"

She took another drink of her water, looks around the restaurant and then meets my eyes once more. Damn, she was beautiful. Hell, she was fucking gorgeous.

"Well, I'm Vince's personal assistant. But he's been having a problem with one his employees lately. He's been getting into fights and stuff. Even though I'm not really his work assistant, Vince wants me to follow his employee around and keep him in line."

I nodded. Yep. This was the person Vince had in mind. He was fucking losing his mind.

"What's wrong with that?"

She let out a sigh. "Well this guy is a wrestler." She whispers it so my blood went back to boiling at the thought that she had something against wrestlers.

"You got a problem with wrestlers?" I bark out and immediately regret my harsh tone when she pulls back to get away from me. Her whole body was tense like she was afraid I was gonna beat the shit out of her.

Her small head was shaking violently. "Oh no of course not. It isn't that at all." She assures me, her voice breathless. My cock goes back to throbbing at the turn my mind was heading. Her under me, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her breathing my name in a slow hiss.

I let out my own hiss of pain and try to readjust my hardening dick without her noticing. "So what's the problem then?" I questioned, lowering my voice back to normal as possible.

She licked her lips again and I mentally groan. Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she was.

"Well, this guy is six foot six and almost three hundred pounds." She stated, giving me a look.

I grinned. "Oh I get it. He's a big man and you're five foot and hundred pounds."

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm five foot one and hundred and five, thank you." She says with a little attitude to her voice. I cock an eyebrow and wait. She rolls her beautiful brown eyes. "Alright, hundred and three." She smiles as I let out a small laugh. "But you see my problem now? There is no way this guy is gonna listen to me. I mean why would he?"

I could think of lots of reasons, but I was pretty sure she didn't wanna hear any of those. I then suddenly realize that I'm the guy she was getting ready to be ordered to babysit, but she never acknowledged that she knew me. Was she playing a game or what? "Have you ever seen this guy?" I had to ask.

She shook her head. "Sad I know. But I've never really been into wrestling. I got the job as his assistant purely by accident and it wasn't even meant to be permanent but I loved it so much that I stayed."

"So it never occurred to you to check this guy out before being thrown into being his watch dog?"

"I know it sounds stupid, but so many people have judged this guy that I didn't wanna be one of them. I wanted to get to know him, the person before I get to know him, the wrestler."

I didn't think it was stupid, I thought it was naive. She was gonna be in for one helluva suprise. However I still found it too hard to believe that she had never once seen me or even a picture of me. "You have never and I mean never seen this guy?" She shook her head. "What about when you're ringside?" I ask.

"Vince doesn't want me anywhere near ringside. He says I'm too small and I could easily get hurt." She replied.

I nodded. That did make perfect sense, but how could she have worked for Vince, but never have seen me. "Not even a picture?"

Her eyes narrow and she cocks her head. "No I promise I have never seen a picture of him. I've come across pictures of all the wrestlers, but usually when I'm with Vince, he has a really busy schedule and I never have time to slow down. But anyway, you don't wanna hear about that. The wrestler's name is Batista and they call him 'The Animal'. That scared me a little at first, but it is just a stage name so I don't let it bother me."

I shake my head. I have no idea why I was having a hard time understanding this, but I was. "You've never seen him? Are you sure?" I ask, stressing out the last word.

Those eyes of hers suddenly go wide and her jaw drops. Her head begins to go side to side like she was telling me no. I nod and smile. She points at me. "You're Batista?" She asks in the softest voice ever.

I lean down til I'm nose to nose with her. "You tell me. Am I?"

Her breathing picks up so I could feel it against my face and her skin goes from lily white to a pretty pink. She buries her face in her hands and mutters. I don't understand her words, but I feel bad. Why I don't know? But I do.

I reach out and touch her shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." I tell her.

She looks up, hopeful. "You're not gonna tell Vince that I was complaining."

I drew back in surprise. That's what she was worried about. I didn't know what to say. But I was gonna use this to my advantage. "Welllll, maybe we can work something out." I reply easily.

She bites her lip and eyes me warily. Good girl. "Like what?" She asks.

I had to think for a minute about that. What I wanted and what I asked for had to be two different things. I wanted this little bit of woman in my bed, under me. But there was no way I would blackmail her into it. Oh no. When she came to my bed, she would be begging me to fuck her. No my strategy would be completely different.

"You give me ten free passes."

"Free passes?"

I nod. "If there is something I wanna do that you know Vince won't be happy with, I get a free pass to do it anyway."

Her eyes narrow. "That could get me fired."

I shake my head. "No it won't. That I can promise you." I assure her. There is no way I would let Vince fire her. No way. I had plans for this one.

She eyes me for minute, her brown eyes almost now a dark chocolate. She was clearly thinking and I wish I could have gotten into her mind.

"One pass." She finally says.

I shake my head. "No way. Ten passes."

"One."

I take a deep breath. "Eight."

"Two."

"Come on, Honey. Work with me. Eight."

"Three."

I smile. She was good. I was glad she wasn't backing down. "Come half way and meet me in the middle. Five."

She let out a small breath and nods. "Five. Deal." She holds out her hand and I take it firmly in mine.

"It's a deal." I reply with a smile. She has no idea she just made a deal with the devil.

Reviews are really welcome! But please be kind as I'm just getting back into the world of wrestling.