#mcmahon!reader

You were used to getting stares when you visited your boyfriend at work. Conversations quieted as you walked past and producers hid their notes from your eyes. All of them were convinced that you were there to spy on them, to take all the information you could back to your father. Of course, your father had asked you to 'see what you could find out ' once he found out about your relationship but you didn't want to jeopardize your time with Max.

None of that mattered tonight. Max had his title shot and had thrown his weight around a little to make sure you could watch from backstage, just behind the curtain. You stood glued to a small screen for the entire match with your heart in your throat. You had no idea if they trusted him enough to give him any belt, never mind the big one.

Then Regal slid him the brass knuckles.

Instantly, you started to tear up with pride. Watching him parade around with the title he had worked so hard to earn brought the biggest smile you ever had to your face. Your stomach started doing flips as he made his way up the ramp.

You stood back as he was congratulated by his peers, you hadn't even noticed FTR before they were slapping him on the back. Regal stood next to Max like a proud father, the storyteller in you couldn't wait to see what was going to happen there. Then his eyes met yours across the room and you stepped out of the shadows.

His arms were wrapped around you in a second, gripping you tighter than ever. The belt was still in his hand, knocking gently against your back. You didn't even care that he was covered in sweat, you just had one thing to say to him.

You love your job, there is nothing else in the world you would rather do.If you could spend every second wrestling you would but, unfortunately, you couldn’t. There always seemed to be hundreds of things that all wanted your attention at once. Between the interviews, creative meetings and public appearances, you never really got a minute to yourself. It was exhausting.

Sometimes, if you were on early on a show, you could sneak away to a quiet corner of a bar. A VIP area if you could swing it. It would give you some time to yourself, without anyone expecting anything from you.

Tonight was one of those nights. Sometimes, being on the kickoff show had it’s benefits. You were tucked away in a quiet corner where, hopefully, no one would bother you. Your vodka lemonade was almost gone, you were too well hidden to get another without going to the bar. You got up and made your way over, the bartender must have remembered what you were drinking as he started pouring it as soon as he spotted you. As you waited, someone came to stand next to you.

“Hey” He said. You didn’t turn to face him, just muttered a hello back. 

“I’m getting the cold shoulder off you too? You guys really know how to freeze a guy out”

That made you look at him. Adam Cole grinned back at you, you should’ve known. You and Cole had become good friends during his time at NXT, you had been there all the time to work with your dad. You had been disappointed when he left but you understood why he did.

“Christ, Cole! I must not be used to your hair looking so dry” You teased. He chuckled and insisted on paying for your drink. You both caught up for awhile, about all the goings on at your respective workplaces.

“Come sit with us, the guys would love to see you” He said. That made you slightly nervous. You knew there was nothing wrong with it but there were certain people in your family and the company that would frown upon it. However, Cole had always been one hell of a negotiator.

There were already five people squeezed around the table, not including you and Cole. But Fish and O’Reilly practically jumped up to meet you so how could you leave now? You reintroduced yourself to Cash Wheeler and Dax Harwood, you had met them in passing a few years ago. Then you were introduced to the last member of this group, Maxwell. Better known as MJF. He seemed quiet, almost wary of you. You were somewhat used to that, especially guys who were still quite new to the industry, they could get intimidated by your name before even meeting you.

Max, knew exactly who you were from the second he spotted you at the bar with Cole. When you walked over with him was when he placed you on his mental list of reasons he should’ve just gone back to the hotel. He had let Dax talk him in to coming out for one drink. He kept repeating that “one drink” in his head as he nursed his fourth drink. The last thing he wanted to deal with was some spoiled little princess. He could be pretentious but god, no one did it like the McMahon’s in his experience.

But as the night went on, he discovered that he may have misjudged you. You were relatively normal, all things considered. You just wanted to wrestle and perfect your craft, just like him. The guys discovered there was a karaoke machine and quickly disappeared to show the whole place their skills, leaving him alone with you. 

“Do we run away from this embarrassment now or when they hit the high notes?” You laughed

“I would say now but I just got this drink” He replied. Both of you watched as Kyle tripped over a wire while doing what might be described as dancing.

Both of you watched with slightly amused embarrassment for another twenty minutes. Luckily, the other people in the bar didn’t seem to mind the antics too much.

“So, why are you out by yourself? Isn’t this a pay-per-view night for you guys?” Max asked. He watched your smile falter for a second as you thought of an excuse, you could hardly tell him that you were entirely sick of all the backstage drama.

“Got stuff on tomorrow morning, thought I’d go out early then go in early” You explained. He watched you for a second without saying a word.

“You’re a terrible liar”

“Well, why are you here? To sit here and sulk?” You questioned

“I’m not sulking” He replied, sulking more.

You didn’t even realise that you were sitting closer than ever to him, some might say too close. Maybe that last drink was one too many.

“I say you are” You whispered. His eyes darted to your lips for a split second, so fast you almost missed it. 

“Why don’t you cheer me up then?” He replied

You lips connected almost instantly. His hand cradled the back of your head as you deepened the kiss. He tasted like the expensive whiskey he had been downing all night. As you finally pulled away, you looked at him wide eyed. He almost mirrored your expression.

“I don’t think they’ll miss us” You said breathlessly

He grabbed your hand and all but dragged you out of the bar. He barely got you out of the door before you were all over him again. Your arms were looped around his neck to stop you from stumbling. 

“Do you want my room key?” You mumbled, grinning up at him. His hand went to grip your hip as he smiled back.

“I’m not going anywhere near those losers you work with. My room is more expensive anyway”

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The next morning, you thought your head might explode. The first thing you noticed was that this room was far too bright for your liking. The second thing you noticed was ringing. You sat up and clumsily looked around for your phone to turn the damn alarm off. When you found it, you discovered it was a call. From your father.

You looked at the time, 10:24 am. Shit. You were supposed to be in a meeting 10 minutes ago. You scrambled out of the bed to get dressed, which made you notice a third thing. The man trying to sleep next to you. Max. He didn’t seem to happy to be woken.

“What the hell is your problem?” He muttered

“I’m so late. I need to go” You panicked, pulling your clothes on as fast as you could.

“Do it quietly then” He replied, throwing your panties at you. Part of you wanted to slap him, another part of you wanted to fall back into bed with him. Your phone started to ring again, you had to get going.

You made sure you had all your stuff and went to leave. Max shuffled around in the bed behind you, already fast asleep again. In that moment, your heart softened a little. You found a pen and a scrap of paper to scribble down your number before you rushed out of the room.

Later in the day, after a very long lecture from your parents about being late. You were sitting in yet another production meeting when your phone buzzed with a text. You secretly looked at the screen to see a message from an unknown number before your father kicked you under the table.