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Nasty Dancer IX

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

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SmackDown at the Capital One Arena was set to be another electrifying episode, with the atmosphere buzzing in anticipation of the night’s events. The crowd was already roaring with excitement as they filled the massive arena, creating an exciting energy that could only be matched by the sheer intensity of the competitors and storylines that had been building for weeks.

The opening of the show saw Wade Barrett stepping into the spotlight. With his gravelly voice and undeniable charisma, he started by addressing the absence of Joe Tessitore, who had been missing from his usual post. Barrett took the opportunity to fill the audience in on the situation before Vic Joseph threw to a video recap of last week's show.

As the camera transitioned from the recap, the unmistakable music of Cody Rhodes hit the arena, and the crowd went wild. Cody was known for his passion and larger-than-life personality, and he had a message to share with the world. The air in the arena was thick with anticipation as the American Nightmare made his way down the ramp.

Upon entering the ring, Rhodes immediately took to the microphone, ready to kick off his segment. His voice boomed through the speakers, holding the crowd's attention. "WrestleMania is right around the corner," Cody began, teasing his fans with the idea of his potential opponents. "But, I need to know what you think. Who should I face?" He started to run through a few options, with the fans voicing their opinions loudly in the form of cheers and boos. The energy in the building was electric as Cody bantered with the audience, feeding off their reactions.

However, Cody was interrupted before he could say much more, and the unmistakable sound of Drew McIntyre’s music echoed throughout the arena. The tension rose as the Scottish Warrior made his way to the ring, his eyes locked on Cody. The two men exchanged looks, and the air grew thick with the promise of an impending clash between them.

But before anything could happen, a new figure emerged from the backstage area: Jacob Fatu. He strutted down the ramp with a sense of purpose, his eyes focused on the ring. As he entered the squared circle, his imposing presence filled the space. "The title belongs with my family," Jacob declared, his words resonating with a sense of pride and determination. His family’s legacy was at stake, and Jacob was there to stake his claim.

Just as things were beginning to heat up, the video screen behind them flickered to life, showing the image of Solo Sikoa walking backstage. Solo wasn’t alone, though, beside him, in a striking contrast, stood Aphrodite, dressed in all white. Her elegance seemed to light up the screen, contrasting sharply with the gritty environment of the arena. Jacob’s expression shifted immediately, his face hardening as he noticed them. His frustration was noticeable, but before he could voice his displeasure, a moment of silence hung in the air.

"I get the first word with Solo," Jacob said to Cody, his tone sharp. But Cody, ever the confident showman, responded with a quiet yet firm, "I'll get the last." The words hung in the air for a moment as the tension between the three men simmered. After a brief exchange of words, the scene cut away from the ring, and the camera shifted to the backstage area. It was there that the dynamics of the evening truly began to shift.

Backstage, Joseph shared a private moment with Aphrodite. They were a striking pair, their chemistry undeniable as they conversed in hushed tones. "I hate that our first Valentine's Day together again had to be spent at work," Joseph said softly, his voice laden with genuine affection. Aphrodite, looking up at him with a gentle smile, brushed a strand of hair from her face. "We can do a late dinner after the show," she replied, her voice tender yet filled with warmth.

As their conversation continued, Joseph leaned in to kiss Aphrodite, but she playfully pushed him away, her laughter filling the small space. "Stop it. We’re at work," she reminded him, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching. Unfortunately, someone had indeed seen them.

Savelina caught sight of the exchange. A smirk spread across her face as she approached, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh! I know I ain't just see what I saw," she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Joseph simply grinned. "You did," he confirmed, his voice dripping with a mix of humor and pride.

The interaction between the three of them continued for a while, with Savelina soaking in every detail of the unfolding relationship. Her smirk never wavered as the trio continued their conversation. But, as all things in the world of wrestling often go, duty called. Joseph and Aphrodite had to part ways to film another backstage segment, and the camera followed them as they made their way through the maze of corridors.

Meanwhile, backstage tensions were rising. Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga were seen searching for Solo Sikoa. The two of them were intent on finding their family member, but Solo, visibly distraught, wasn’t exactly in the mood to engage. "I need time off. I let the family down," Solo admitted, his voice heavy with regret. He said he loved Jacob, but that didn’t seem to alleviate the sense of disappointment in Jacob’s eyes. With nothing else to say, Jacob and Tonga walked away from Solo, leaving the tension unresolved.

It was then that Aphrodite, ever the supportive figure, stepped in. She placed a hand on Solo’s shoulder, offering him some comfort in his moment of vulnerability. The two lingered backstage, their presence a silent support for the conflicted man. It wasn’t long before the main event rolled around, and the camera crew once again shifted its focus to the action.

The triple threat match for a spot in the Elimination Chamber had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Jacob Fatu, Braun Strowman, and Damian Priest were set to clash in a contest that would determine who would earn the coveted spot in the upcoming pay-per-view match. The bell rang, and the action erupted immediately.

Jacob and Damian wasted no time, quickly ganging up on Braun and sending him crashing out of the ring. For a moment, it seemed like Braun was the odd man out, but his raw power wasn’t to be underestimated. As the match progressed, Braun began to show signs of his dominance, launching a rampage that shook the ring. But Jacob and Damian, in a clear attempt to build their individual feud, went after each other relentlessly.

At one point, Solo, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared to lend Jacob a helping hand. But to Cody Rhodes’ surprise, he quickly ran to the ring to fight Solo off. The situation quickly escalated as Tama Tonga joined in the fray, but Cody, in a burst of intensity, managed to get the better of them.

From the ring, Jacob saw Solo hit Tama Tonga, and his reaction was one of fury. He assumed it was an intentional attack, one that broke the fragile trust between him and his family. The chaos that followed was a blur as all three men seemed to be locked in a battle of wills. But in the end, it was Damian Priest who emerged victorious, securing the final spot in the Elimination Chamber.

After the match, there was a brief, unexpected moment of respect between Cody Rhodes and Damian Priest. They shared a handshake, a gesture that spoke volumes about their mutual understanding of the stakes that had been raised in the fight.

Once the camera cut away from the action, the focus shifted to the backstage area once more. Joseph was seen returning, his body language telling the story of a long night. Aphrodite was waiting for him, and as the camera crew captured their exchange, Aphrodite spoke quietly. "They’ll understand soon," she told Joseph, her voice filled with quiet confidence.

The moment between the two of them felt intimate, almost like a promise of things to come. The tension of the night slowly started to ebb away, replaced by the comfort they found in each other’s presence.

As the camera crew wrapped up for the evening, Joseph and Aphrodite made their way towards the locker rooms. "I found a Mexican restaurant that stays open late," Joseph said with a grin. "I made us a reservation." Aphrodite, her face lighting up at the mention of food, nodded in agreement. "Okay, go get cleaned up and we can leave to head over there," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Joseph made his way to the men’s locker room, ready to clean up after the chaotic night, while Aphrodite, in her own way, ran into Trinity and Jon. "What are y’all doing tonight?" Jon asked, his tone light and teasing.

"We’re going to a Mexican restaurant," Aphrodite answered with a playful smile.

Jon’s words, however, caught her a bit off guard. "You kids be safe, use protection," he joked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Trinity, ever the voice of reason, slapped Jon’s chest in mock disapproval. "Ignore him," she told Aphrodite with a wink.

"I will," Aphrodite replied with a laugh. "Joseph and I are taking things slow," she added.

noitsreallyaphrodite 1h

The Mexican restaurant was a hidden gem, a place of warmth that seemed to wrap itself around you the moment you stepped inside.

The walls were painted in vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange, each shade adding to the lively, yet inviting atmosphere. Intricately painted tiles adorned the walls, telling stories of Mexican culture and traditions. The soft, earthy tones of brown and terracotta grounded the space, giving it a welcoming feel. Above them, dim lighting hung like a soft embrace, casting a gentle glow over everything and creating an intimate atmosphere that felt both cozy and romantic.

The hostess greeted them with a warm smile, leading Joseph and Aphrodite through the restaurant’s warm, bustling interior to a private area tucked away from the main dining room. The space was secluded enough to offer them a sense of solitude but close enough to feel the pulse of the restaurant’s lively energy, a perfect balance for a quiet late evening.

The table was set for the occasion: a bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center, their vibrant colors bursting against the soft glow of flickering candles. Delicate flower petals were scattered across the table, adding a subtle touch of romance.

Aphrodite’s eyes sparkled as she took in the scene, a soft smile playing on her lips. The thoughtfulness behind Joseph’s choice of this particular restaurant didn’t escape her, and she appreciated the effort he’d put into making their Valentine’s Day dinner special.

As they settled into their seats, Joseph couldn’t help but feel the tension in his body slowly unwind. The chaos of the wrestling world, the endless demands of their professional lives, and the weight of the day seemed to melt away. Here, in this warm, intimate space, all of that felt distant.

Aphrodite reached across the table, her hand brushing gently against his. The touch was soft, deliberate, and full of meaning.

Joseph felt it instantly, the warmth of her hand, the sincerity in her eyes. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes. It said everything he needed to hear: she was here, present with him in this moment, and nothing else mattered.

He met her gaze, his grip tightening slightly around her hand. There was something about the way she spoke, the quiet confidence in her words, that made him believe in the future where, despite all the turbulence and uncertainty, they would find their way.

In the face of the unknown, her words were like a lighthouse in a storm. They were a promise, unspoken but clear, that no matter what life threw at them, they would be okay.

The quiet reassurance between them was enough. They didn’t need grand gestures, lofty promises, or dramatic declarations. For now, in this small, peaceful corner of the world, they simply existed together. And that was all they needed.

As the evening wore on, their conversation naturally flowed from one topic to the next. It started with light-hearted banter, discussing the absurdities of life on the road like the bizarre encounters with fans, the strange habits of their colleagues, and the quirks of their backstage world. But as they continued, the conversation deepened, and they began to open up to each other about more personal matters.

With each passing moment, Joseph felt the distance between them dissolve further, until it felt as though there was no space left to close. He could feel the connection growing stronger, not just as a couple, but as two people who had truly found each other.

When their margaritas arrived, they clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out softly in the quiet space. A gentle laugh followed, blending with the soft, ambient music playing in the background. The night outside seemed quieter as if the world itself had paused for a moment, allowing them to bask in this peaceful solitude.

Aphrodite leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-closed in contentment as she sighed. "This was nice," she said, her voice full of quiet satisfaction. "I needed this. Just to get away from everything, you know?"

Joseph smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Me too," he said quietly, his tone carrying an unspoken agreement.

Aphrodite nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she spoke again. "Sometimes I think we forget to appreciate these little things. It's easy to get caught up in the chaos."

Joseph’s smile softened further, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "We don’t forget, Aphrodite. We just get distracted. But we always find our way back, don’t we?"

She nodded, her eyes locking with his in a way that conveyed everything they both knew without saying a word. There was no need for further explanation. The bond between them was unspoken, understood without question. It was in the small, simple moments, the quiet exchange of a meal, the shared look, the way they could sit together in complete silence and feel entirely at peace.

As they finished their meal, the evening seemed to stretch on, the world outside slowing down just for them. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the rest of the restaurant began to fade into the background as the final moments of their dinner stretched on. Time felt less important here, what mattered was the presence they shared in this moment, in this space.

Eventually, the check arrived. They paid with the same quiet satisfaction that had marked the entire evening. There were no grand gestures, no extravagant displays of affection just a simple exchange between two people who had found something real, something genuine in each other.

As they walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air greeted them again, but it didn’t feel harsh. Instead, it was refreshing, like a reminder that the world outside was still moving, still full of noise and energy but here, with them, all of that could be left behind. For a while, they didn’t need to engage with the outside world. This moment, this night, was theirs.

The drive back to the hotel was as calm as the journey to the restaurant had been. The streets were quiet, and the city lights shimmered through the windows of the car, their reflections dancing across the surfaces. There was no need for conversation. The comfort of each other’s presence was enough. They didn’t need to fill the silence with anything more than what was already between them.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, they exchanged a brief, knowing look, no words were necessary. They both understood. The night had been everything they needed it to be.

And as they walked toward the elevator, Joseph couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had been perfect.

noitsreallyaphrodite 5m

It was Sunday afternoon as Aphrodite stood in the warmth of her home, her eyes flickering from one bouquet to the next, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of vibrant blooms she had received for Valentine’s Day.

The fourteen bouquets, each a beautiful arrangement from friends and family, were a testament to how much she was loved. Alongside them, four additional bouquets from Joseph stood proudly, each one a symbol of his affection and care. It wasn’t lost on her how much effort he was putting into their relationship.

The sun streamed in through the large windows of her living room, casting long shadows on the polished hardwood floor. Aphrodite’s mind, however, was far from the peaceful serenity of her surroundings.

Instead, her thoughts swirled, as she tried to figure out how to arrange the flowers, knowing that her garden was already starting to overflow with colorful blooms. She had become quite the expert gardener over the years, each season seeing her add new and exciting plants to her outdoor sanctuary. Yet, today, with so many flowers to deal with, she was at a loss.

Before she could settle on a plan, the door creaked open, and in walked her best friends, Jatae and Mona. Their presence was always a welcome distraction from the chaos of her thoughts.

“I think you may need to buy the house next door for their backyard, Dottie,” Mona said, taking in the view of the flowers. Her voice was filled with amusement as she surveyed the scene.

Jatae, ever the more serious one, simply nodded in agreement. “You think I should? I’ve been thinking about pulling a Kardashian and buying both houses on either side of mine and making a compound,” Aphrodite said, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

Mona raised an eyebrow. “Why would you need a compound?”

“It’s just an idea,” Aphrodite said quickly, not really meaning it but secretly enjoying the fantasy of it all. A compound, she thought. It would certainly make it easier to store all these flowers.

Jatae let out a low chuckle. “She may be trying to pull a Kardashian and have a boatload of kids.”

Aphrodite rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” she said, though a quiet part of her did wonder what that life might be like.

The thought was nice, having a big family, maybe a few kids running around in the yard, laughter filling the air but it wasn’t something she was ready for yet.

Joseph’s name lingered in her thoughts as Jatae spoke again, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Oh, so that means things with Joseph are going well. Maybe that’s why you didn’t invite India to plant flowers with us today?”

Aphrodite’s smile faltered for a moment. “Things are okay with Joseph,” she said, trying to sound casual. “And I did invite India, she heard flowers and immediately declined,” Aphrodite said.

Mona shook her head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “And we know India is public enemy number one when it comes to Joseph. She ain’t gonna believe that he’ll do right by you until something happens like God, himself coming and telling her that Joseph has changed. India won’t ever trust him until she sees some concrete proof that he’s changed.”

Aphrodite sighed, trying not to let the heaviness of those words get to her.

“I love India, but damn, once she hates you, she hates you,” Jatae said, and Aphrodite couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“Well, to be fair, I did spend a good amount of time crying over Joseph, thinking my life was over after our breakup,” Aphrodite explained, her voice quiet but firm. “I think she gets a pass for not trusting him at the moment.”

Mona crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “Yeah, but you’re happy now, so she needs to loosen up. You’re not the same person you were before. Things have changed.”

Aphrodite was quiet for a long moment, her thoughts drifting to her cousin Megan, another vocal member of the “we hate Joseph” club. Megan had always been adamant that Aphrodite shouldn’t have gotten back together with Joseph. Their rekindled relationship didn’t sit well with her, and she was quick to voice her concerns.

“I haven’t heard from Megan in a while, but she did text me a couple of days ago,” Aphrodite said, rubbing her temples. “She’s still very anti-Joseph, and she tried to ask me if I was ever planning on sitting down with Joseph’s baby mama. She feels like I need to find out why things didn’t work between them, especially with a ten-month-old baby in the mix.”

Mona and Jatae exchanged a look, both of them intrigued by this new development. Aphrodite could practically feel the wheels turning in their minds as they processed the information.

“Oh, God, not you two,” Aphrodite muttered, realizing where the conversation was headed.

Mona grinned. “Hey, you gotta think about it, Dottie. Three kids and the relationship failed again. Don’t you want to know why?”

Aphrodite bit her lip, unsure of how to answer. She hadn’t given much thought to the reasons behind Joseph’s past relationships. “No, I don’t,” she said firmly. “That’s their business.”

“Liar,” Jatae said with a smirk, clearly not buying her answer.

Aphrodite could feel her resolve weakening, but she was determined not to dig too deep into Joseph’s past. She didn’t want to be haunted by questions that didn’t have answers, especially ones that might cause her more pain than they were worth. “I don’t want to know,” she said again, though her voice held a tinge of uncertainty.

“Okay, I’ll find out then let you know what I find out about it,” Jatae said, not missing a beat.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, a mix of exasperation and amusement crossing her face. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Let’s get these babies into the ground,” she said, eager to move on from the topic of Joseph’s past relationships and focus on the task at hand.

Later that night, as Aphrodite curled up on the couch with Joseph, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across their faces, she felt a familiar sense of peace. They had always been able to fall into a comfortable routine when they were together. Tonight was no different. They had chosen a light-hearted comedy to watch, the kind that didn’t require much thought but kept them both entertained.

As the movie played on, Aphrodite’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, seeing a text from Jatae: “Girl! I got the tea.”

Aphrodite’s heart sank slightly. As much as she didn’t want to know the details, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging curiosity. She quickly typed back: “What’s the tea?”

Jatae’s response came swiftly: “So they broke up because he still wasn’t over you. No matter what she tried to do to make him move on, he couldn’t. She got tired of you taking up space in his heart, so she left. You got that power over him.”

Aphrodite’s breath hitched in her chest as she read the words. She didn’t know how to feel. Part of her was relieved that the breakup hadn’t been because of something more drastic, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for her and Joseph now. She had never thought of herself as someone who had that kind of power over him, but the realization sent a strange thrill through her.

Joseph, who had been glancing at her phone, raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Aphrodite glanced up at him, surprised by the tension in his voice. She had expected him to be more lighthearted about the text, but the look on his face told her that he was upset.

“Sefa,” Aphrodite said, using his nickname, trying to gauge if he was angry or hurt.

Joseph’s frown deepened as he leaned back on the couch, his expression clouded. “You could have just asked me instead of sending your friends to snoop,” he said, the words laced with a slight edge.

“I didn’t send them. They just wanted me to know,” Aphrodite replied, trying to explain herself.

Joseph crossed his arms and stared at her, his gaze intense. “Right, so how do you feel now that you know?”

Aphrodite shifted uncomfortably. “Worried that your baby mama may hate me,” she admitted, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joseph said, his voice softening. “She may not be okay with you being back in the picture at the moment, but I’m working on that.”

“I don’t want no baby mama drama,” Aphrodite said quietly, though the fear of it lingered in the pit of her stomach.

“You didn’t have any the first time around, so you won’t have any now,” Joseph reassured her.

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. “Lies. We had drama, Joseph. You may not have thought it was drama, but it was. She didn’t have any boundaries, and I was constantly picking up the slack after you two with the kids. And she didn’t appreciate it when Zev accidentally called me ‘mommy’ in front of her,” she pointed out, remembering the uncomfortable tension from their previous interactions.

Joseph seemed to think about this for a moment, nodding slowly. “But we were good the majority of the time,” he said, though there was a touch of defensiveness in his voice.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, not willing to let him off the hook so easily. “Whatever,” she muttered. “By the way, does she know I’m around her sons?”

Joseph nodded. “You know Zev can’t hold water. He immediately told her that they come over to your house,” he revealed.

Aphrodite paused, taking in this new piece of information. “And how does she feel about that?”

Joseph’s expression softened. “She knows you’re a good person, so she’s only worried about being kept in the loop about the boys being over here.”

Aphrodite nodded, the conversation leaving her with more to think about than she had expected. But as she turned her attention back to Joseph, the weight of their past, present, and future seemed to shift, even if only a little.

Next: Chapter Ten

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