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The Day Before You ~ Epilogue

My Blurb: Welcome to the end of my sweet little Ridge story! Thank you to everyone who has followed it along the way. I really appreciate it. As always a special shoutout to my “Storyline Coordinator” @pioched. Ya’ll don’t know how much she helps me behind the scenes! As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer:  Alas, I own nothing.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: So much fluff guys, bring a toothbrush. 

Tagging: @ashes-writing​ | @pioched | @pizgloria | @pikapuff-316 |  @raynachaoss | @thebookwormcat | @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore

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I smoothed my dress down across my stomach, twirling in the mirror to make sure it fell correctly. Ridge and I were celebrating our two year anniversary and I was giddy to give him the present I had tucked in my purse. I had spent the last couple hours secluded in the main bathroom getting ready for the date. He was in the second bathroom of the three bedroom apartment we had moved into just shy of one year anniversary. His lease had been up and he was practically living with me anyway but between my books and his gear we had needed a bigger place. When the three bedroom apartment had come up we had jumped on it. One of the extra bedrooms was now my office and the other stored his gear and equipment. 

Humming along to the music drifting from my phone I smiled. It had been an intense couple of years. I had learned to plan my vacations around international tour dates and holidays around wrestling shows. Turns out holidays didn't have to be celebrated on a specific day or place, as long as we were together, we made it work. Our 1 year anniversary had fallen on the same weekend as a pay per view. Ridge and Butch had finally won the tag titles so we celebrated it with everyone. 

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts and I waited for Ridge to answer it. When a second knock sounded I poked my head out of the bathroom. “Ridge?” silence. Maybe he stepped out to take a call. Walking to the door I looked through the peephole and burst out laughing before opening the door to find Ridge standing there. He looked devastatingly handsome in a pair of black pants and a maroon button up stretched tight across his chest and the sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms. 

“You look stunning” he leaned in and kissed my cheek, taking my hand and twirling me around.

I giggled in return, raising my eyebrow at the bouquet in his hands. “Are those for me?”

“Well I thought about giving them to Mrs. Dolores across the hallway…” he trailed off and I laughed again. Mrs. Dolores was our neighbor and despite numerous attempts, she didn’t like us. She always mumbled something under her breath and scowled in our direction when we saw her. 

“I better take them so they don’t end up in the trash.” I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking the flowers to the kitchen and placing them in the vase on the counter. Even two years into our relationship, Ridge still sent me flowers at least once a week, more if he was traveling a lot. It seemed silly to constantly put the vase away. 

“Are you ready to go?” Ridge called from the living room and I returned to find him holding my jacket open for me. Sliding into it I nodded and took his arm as he led us to the car. 

Similar to our first date, he had gotten us a table at a restaurant that overlooked a lake with lights strung around the outdoor patio we had mostly to ourselves. After dessert I was preparing myself to give him his present when he suddenly got a nervous look on his face and grabbed my hand.

“Lyssa, the first time I saw you being dragged towards me I knew my life was never going to be the same. You felt familiar the moment I touched you, like my entire body instantly recognized that it belonged to you. There was a line drawn and everything suddenly became before you or after you.” he got out of his seat, fumbling in his pocket and I gasped when he kneeled down in front of me and opened a box with a ring. “Lyssa, I want to wake up the rest of my life and know that I will never have to go back to the day before you. Will you marry me?”

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My world stopped as I watched Lyssa’s face. Tears were in her eyes and the hand I wasn’t holding was covering her mouth. I had waited months for this moment, had the ring picked out by our one year anniversary. God knew I had thought about asking her a million times before this but I always forced myself to wait.

“I have one condition before I answer you,” she breathed out, reaching for her purse and my heart stopped. I hadn’t expected this but it didn’t matter. Whatever her condition was, I would do it. I knew that already. If she wanted to wait a year or two that was fine. If she wanted a huge wedding or a small intimate one, I didn’t care. As long as she was mine at the end of the day I would accept her condition. “I want to marry you more than anything but I also want my dress to fit, so we have to do it soon or in 9 months.” she whispered, holding up a white stick.

I stared at it for a moment, my brain struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. “You’re pregnant?” I whispered staring up at her. She bit her lip and nodded. I couldn’t stop myself from quickly standing and picking her up, twirling her around as I pressed kisses to her face. I sat her down, one hand sliding to her stomach. She was pregnant, she said yes. “You have made me the happiest man on the planet tonight.”

“Not nearly as happy as you’ve made me. Can I have my ring now?” she laughed. I pulled it from the box I had forgotten I was still holding and slid it on her finger. “It’s perfect.” 

My response was cut off by applause and she turned looking stunned to see our family and friends had arrived and were smiling and clapping behind us. Her eyes shot to me and her mouth dropped. “Did you plan this?” she shoved my shoulder when I nodded but I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. 

“With all the spinning and kissing, I assume she said yes.” Sheamus spoke up from where he was standing with Isabella. 

Lyssa held up her left hand, showing off the ring to more cheering. “And we’re going to have a baby!” She held up the test with her other hand, causing our little crowd to cheer louder and come forward. 

When we were finally reunited again after being surrounded and pulled apart for hugs and claps on the back, Lyssa buried her face in my chest before looking up at me. “I love you Ridge.” 

I lead down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you Lyssa, cor meum.”

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The Day Before You ~ Part 7

My Blurb: Sorry for the delay in updating, it was a crazy week and weekend. My little man turned 4 so I have been in full time mommy mode! That’s also why this is just a short and sweet chapter. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing. 

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None 

Tagging: @pioched @snarkandsarcasmftw @pikapuff-316  @rayna69​  @thebookwormcat

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I hummed to myself, pouring creamer into my cup while the coffee pot finished. I had woken up before Ridge, carefully extracting myself from his grip, before stealing a shirt out of his bag and throwing it on. I was tempted to wake him up to resume our activities from the night before but he looked so relaxed, sprawled out on my bed hugging my pillow since I had gotten up. The grumble in my stomach warned me the last thing I had eaten was cake so I headed to the kitchen instead. 

Stretching as the pot gurgled its last few drops, I grinned at the ache between my thighs. I had more than a few hickies and some suspiciously finger shaped bruises as well but I couldn’t bring myself to be upset about it. I’d lost count of orgasms. Probably should have realized a rugby player turned wrestler would have some stamina. I jumped when arms wrapped around my waist, relaxing immediately when Ridge pressed a kiss to my shoulder, treating me to a gravelly “good morning” in his gruff accent. 

“Your voice is sexy in the morning” I leaned back into his embrace, smiling up at him. 

“Your ass is sexy in my shirt.” he replied, pressing more kisses to my shoulder. I grinned in response, turning to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. It started out innocently enough but turned heated when he picked me up to set me on the counter, spreading my legs to stand in between them.

He was shirtless but had pulled on his boxers and a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned, probably when he realized I had stolen his shirt. I could feel him hardening against my core and I whimpered, coffee forgotten behind me on the counter and using my legs to pull him closer to me. My hands were running down his chest to take care of the jeans when I heard a knock followed by my door opening and my mothers voice filling the space. 

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“Lyssa! You weren’t answering your phone and we’re late for…” Lyssa’s mom trailed off when she saw us in the kitchen. There was an awkward moment where all three of us froze before Lyssa extracted herself from me and jumped down, standing in front of me, presumably to block my erection and I quickly buttoned my pants. 

“Mom! What are you doing here? Ridge put a shirt on!” I stifled a laugh as the last part was whispered in my direction. I was in front of a live audience wearing less clothing on a weekly basis. 

“You’re wearing it.” I whispered back to her before stretching my arm around her, hand extended to her mom. “Hi, I’m Ridge.” 

She recovered then, eyes switching from Lyssa’s blushing face to my outstretched hand. “I’m Catherine. Nice to meet you.” I nodded in agreement. Then she turned towards her daughter. “You were supposed to have lunch with me and your father. We called and texted you saying we were on our way but we didn’t hear a response. I thought you may have overslept so I told him I'd come grab you.” She didn’t look mad, more amused at the situation and Lyssa groaned, hand held to her head. 

“I’m sorry, mom, I completely forgot. The wedding was late and then…we got to bed late.” She recovered with a weak smile. 

I barely managed to suppress my chuckle. “I can head out and let you guys get going.” 

“You should join us! Christopher would love to meet you, he had so much fun talking to Isabella’s husband.” Her mum jumped in before I could move. I opened my mouth to reply, looking at Lyssa for guidance. We had made some huge steps in our relationship last night but we hadn’t talked about meeting each other's parents.

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I was a grown adult with a career and a car payment, but I felt like a teenager when my mom opened the door to find me and Ridge seconds from ripping our clothes off in my kitchen. He handled it smoothly while I could do nothing but stand there with my hand on my head. He was waiting for me to indicate whether I wanted him to join us and I knew he would take the blame himself if I shook my head. Making up some excuse about work or something. I smiled at him, pretty sure I had fallen a little harder for him.

He took that as his cue and answered my mom with a smile. “I’d be honored to join you.” 

“Great!” Mom smiled brightly, “I’ll let you two get dressed and meet you downstairs!” she headed out the door and I exhaled, resting my head against Ridge’s chest when he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Did I tell you my mom is competitive? Now her daughter is dating a wrestler just like her niece was. I can hear her telling their friends now.” I groaned. 

Ridge chuckled before replying, “I garnered from the wedding.” He pulled me towards my room. “I’m going to need that shirt back.” 

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“So how did you two meet?” Dad asked after the waitress had taken our order. We had followed them to the quiet little restaurant, my mom commenting on Ridge being a perfect gentleman the whole time. He opened the car door, helped me out of my coat and pulled out my chair. I shrugged and smiled, I didn't know how to tell her that he wasn’t doing it for their benefit, it was just who he was. Astaire had only done it when we were at a function where cameras might be watching. I couldn’t remember him ever agreeing to lunch at a small restaurant either, always trying to impress others with fancy reservations at expensive restaurants. 

“I work with Sheamus in WWE. He took me under his wing when I moved up to the main roster and we are in a stable together. I caught the garter at his wedding and Lyssa got forced to dance with me.” Ridge shrugged, grinning at me. 

“Oh, I remember that now!” Catherine cut in. “I don’t think she was forced…”

“Mom, you literally drug me onto the floor for the bouquet toss and then Isabella literally drug me over to meet Ridge.” I raised my eyebrow at her. “It worked out in my favor though,” I winked at Ridge, pressing my hand into his. 

The rest of the lunch went smoothly. Ridge told us about the upcoming world tour and entertained my dad with rugby stories, thankfully mom hadn’t mentioned what she walked into at  my apartment. Before leaving the restaurant she pulled me aside, “He seems really nice, Lyssa. You look happy but also…” she paused, staring at me for a minute, “you’re glowing, I guess is the best way to describe it.”  

I caught sight of Ridge shaking my dad’s hand before approaching us, “Ridge makes me happy and he makes me feel cared for.” I shrugged before giving her a hug and taking Ridge’s arm as he escorted me to the car. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 6

My Blurb: It’s getting hot in here!! Special thanks to @pioched​ & @sirhunterwalker​ for their help with this one. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Sex, lots of sex, this is porn with a little bit of plot. You probably saw that coming based on the previous chapter

Tagging: @pioched​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @pikapuff-316​ @moxskitten​

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The muscle in Ridge’s jaw was pulsing as he stared at me. A slow perusal of my body that had me stepping out of the dress at my feet and walking towards him. I hooked my fingers in his belt loop and tugged. He didn’t resist, closing the distance between us and bringing one hand to my face. I took the opportunity to run my hands from his belt loops up his abdomen under his shirt, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my fingers. 

He groaned and then kissed me, the hand on my face sliding to my neck to pull me closer to him, the other running down my bare side to grab my hip. My arms slid around to his back pulling him just as fiercely. It was different than any kissing we had done before, more passionate, more hungry and I think our tongues were actually doing the “fighting for dominance” thing I'd only read about in cheesy romance novels. My hands somehow got back between us and started working the buttons of his shirt open. He grumbled when we broke apart long enough to tug it over his head, my bra followed, both being thrown somewhere in the room. 

He immediately pulled me back to him and I whimpered at the contact against my bare skin. His hands slid down, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up his body. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, peppering kisses across his neck and jaw while he carried me towards the bed. I was rewarded with a rumble in his chest when I ground myself against him and nipped his ear with my teeth. 

I squealed when he tossed me on the bed, immediately following me down, spreading my legs so he could settle between my thighs, claiming my lips in another bruising kiss. He held himself up on his arms but I pulled him down with my arms around his back, relishing his weight and warmth against me. 

His mouth grew more insistent as it left mine, kissing and licking a trail across my jaw and down my neck. I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine when he reached my nipple, one arm snuck around my arched back to give him better access while the other tweaked the nipple not being tormented by his mouth. 

He chuckled when he switched sides causing me to whimper again. His mouth moved lower, licking the freckle on my hip bone before capturing my mouth again. His hand toyed with the band of my thong and he pulled back, looking me in the eye. “You’re sure?” 

His voice was husky, eyes were almost black, pupils blown wide with desire and I could feel his hard length against my stomach. “If I have to spend one more night with my vibrator I’m going to explode.” I bucked my hips against him to emphasize my words.

He grinned, mouth once again venturing down to my hip bone, “Do you know how long I've wanted to run my tongue over these?” He licked the freckles slowly before blowing on the spot gently, causing a shiver to run through me. I whimpered in response when he kissed across my lower abdomen, directly above my panty line. He sat up on his knees then, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed. With a grin he ripped my thong like it was paper, tossing it over his shoulder. 

“Ridge!” It was supposed to come out accusatory but the gleam in his eye as he trailed his hand down my thigh had it sounding more like a plea. He stood, quickly pulling his pants off, eyes never leaving my body. My eyes were glued to his as well, I had seen him in his ring gear but they were more concealing than the tight gray boxer briefs that were barely containing his erection. 

Leaning over me he brushed a kiss to my knee before leaving a trail of wet kisses down my thigh, an irritated sigh escaping me when he moved to the other thigh, completely passing over my core, and left a trail up to my knee. Sinking down to his knees his hands slid around my thighs, holding me in place when he licked a stripe up my slit. I gasped, leaning up on my elbows, watching as he did it again, deeper this time and ending with a circle round my clit. I was lost after that, i’d never had a boyfriend willing to go down on me before and then Ridge dove in like a man starved. The coil in my belly began building as I writhed and moaned under him, he slowly slid a finger into my heat and that was my undoing. The coil snapped and I dropped to the bed as my orgasm washed over me. 

Ridge coaxed me through it, his finger continuing its movement when he leaned up to capture my lips. “So wet and responsive for me,” he swallowed my whimper when he added another finger. “Taste better than I ever dreamed,” his voice was gravel and it sent more pleasure coursing through me as he pumped his fingers faster, thumb reaching up to circle my clit. I whined his name, digging my fingers into his back and arm as he brought me to climax again. 

“You’re beautiful when you fall apart.” Ridge’s voice whispered near my ear and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. I smiled, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. 

I made my way to my knees, pushing him back as I went. I slid one hand down his front reaching the prominent bulge and giving it a gentle squeeze. “My turn.” 

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I let Lyssa push me to my back watching the mischievous grin on her face. Her hand squeezed me again and I groaned, lifting my hips and helping her pull the boxers off. Settling herself between my legs she kept her eyes on mine as her tongue licked up my shaft, teasing the head before her mouth closed around it. 

It took all my resolve to not thrust straight down her throat when she hollowed her cheeks and slowly engulfed me in the warmth of her mouth, but I held myself still, allowing her to take the lead. With each bob of her head she took a little more, her hand stroking what wasn’t captured between her lips. 

Unable to resist touching her any longer I pulled her hair into a rough ponytail to give me a better view. A slight bit of pressure and she took me deeper, I threw my head back with a grunt but quickly turned back to the image of her pretty mouth around my cock. It was too good of a view to waste, especially when she looked up and shot me a wink. 

My dick popped out of her mouth and she grinned, running her hand up and down my length several times before another torturous lick along my entire length. Her hand shifted to my balls when she took all of me in her mouth again, watching me while my eyes were glued to her mouth. 

I was close to losing control and when she lifted her head again, grinning at me I growled, reaching down and pulling her up. “As good as that feels, it’s not where i’m coming tonight.” She pouted in response, grinding down on me and I yanked her into a harsher kiss before flipping us over so I was towering over her again. 

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I had never been eager to give up control or be dominated during sex but something about the way Ridge easily maneuvered me around had released a powerful yearning that I didn’t want to end. My breath was coming in short pants and the smoldering hunger in his eyes as he settled himself between my legs wasn’t helping. I was willing to give him full control. Lining himself up he kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him urging him forward. We both groaned when he entered, slowly sliding his thick length into me. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered against my neck, holding himself still above me, giving me time to adjust. 

“I think..” I panted, “it’s actually just you being big.” I turned my head, pressing kisses to his neck. 

I felt the chuckle loosen his body, my grin evaporating when he slid out slightly and then slammed back in making me gasp. He leaned up to capture my mouth again, repeating the motion but drawing out further each time until I was a mewling mess beneath him. “You take me so well, cor meum.” I whined when his head dropped to my chest, capturing a nipple and sucking hard causing another orgasm to crash through me. My heels dug into his back pulling him close as he slowed his thrusts, rocking into me gently as I spasmed around him. He was whispering encouragement and praises in my ear but I could barely hear him over the haze of pleasure clouding my head. 

He shifted then, picking up his pace again, one hand holding my hip wide and the other in my hair. My hands clutched his back, nails leaving indentations in his skin. He was close, I could feel him pulsing inside me and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. I whined his name when he moved his hand to circle my clit. “Ridge, I can’t, too much.” 

“I need you to give me one more baby, come on, you can do it.” Apparently his deep voice, made more guttural by our desire, commanding me to come for another mind blowing orgasm was all I needed. I felt him come seconds later, a roar tearing from his throat as he shot his seed inside me, twitching and pulsing until we both lay panting. He slid to the side, removing his weight from me but pulling me with him so I was still wrapped in his arms. 

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I held her close to me while we both caught our breaths, unwilling to lose the closeness of her body pressed against mine. Her soft curves fit against my hard ridges perfectly, I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this bone deep satisfaction after sex. Running my hand up her arm I could feel the layer of sweat that was covering both of us. I grinned when an idea formed. Sliding off the bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she made a humming sound, I headed to the bathroom. I turned the water of her shower on, putting towels out and testing the water before heading back to the bedroom. She was laying on her stomach, head on her arms, one eye peeking at me suspiciously. 

She took my hand when I held it out to her, letting me pull her off the bed and into my arms, scooping her up bridal style. I walked into her shower letting the spray wash over both of us, thankful that her apartment had a large walk in shower. I set her on her feet before grabbing her shampoo and working it through her hair, hardening slightly at the groan when I massaged her scalp. 

It turned into a back and forth of us washing and rinsing each other. Laughing when a ticklish spot was discovered and soft kisses when we both got turned on again. It ended with her back against the wall and legs thrown over my arms while I pressed into her. Water spraying over us and slowly rocking until we both came again.

“Love you Ridge” she murmured, half asleep in my arms after we had dried off and she threw one of my shirts on, curling up in the bed. 

“Love you Lyssa, cor meum.” I responded.

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The Day Before You ~ Part 3

My Blurb: So i took some creative liberty with the Performance Center. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cor Meum = My Heart (Latin)

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None

Tagging: @pioched​​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​​ @pikapuff316​​​  @moxskitten​​

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Claire burst into my office causing me to jump and nearly spill my coffee. My glare turned to confusion when I looked up as she held the door open for a delivery man to bring in a vase of flowers. “Ms. Hutchinson?” he asked, glancing at his clipboard. 

“That’s me,” I walked around my desk to sign the paper he held out before handing me the vase and heading out of my office. The flowers were beautiful; roses, lilies and carnations in a variety of pinks paired with green chrysanthemums and other greenery I didn’t recognize. I set them on my desk and pulled the card from its holder, “Have a great monday, Ridge”. I grinned like an idiot as I leaned down to smell them, only to be reminded by a throat clearing that Claire was still in my office. 

“So I take it the date with muscle man went very well?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I blushed before returning to my chair. 

“We had a great time, he was sweet and romantic. He set up dinner at a gazebo on the water. He was a gentleman, pulled out my chair, opened doors, walked me to my apartment, and brought flowers.” I smiled, running my finger along one of the petals.

Claire smiled again, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk, “so no ungentlemanly behavior?” 

“It was all very chaste.” I grinned back at her and was rewarded with an eye roll from my assistant. 

“We have got to get you away from editing the historical romances for a while.” she grumbled but I could see the gleam in her eye. “Are you taking him to the wedding?”

I scrunched my nose up at her question, “I don’t know, things are still kinda new, wouldn’t that be weird? Plus I think the assumption was that it would be Astaire coming with me.” 

“She’s your friend, I'm sure she realized by now that’s not happening anymore. Plus imagine the look on Astaire’s smug face when you show up with Mr. Muscles.” Clarie sighed dramatically and fanned herself, standing and heading out of the office when she heard the phone on her desk ringing. 

“He has a name!” I yelled after her before opening my phone to send a message to Ridge.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful! *heart eyes emoji*”

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I grinned at the text from Lyssa, it had been a split second decision to send her flowers this morning. Remembering the look on her face when I gave her the bouquet before our date made me want to do it again. I hit reply, sending her a quick message.

“You're very welcome.” 

“How’s promo day going?”

“Lots of snarling at the camera and keeping track of Butch.”

“Haha, still good for tonight?”

“Absolutely, I should be finishing up when you get here. Gotta go, our turn again.”

I stuck my phone in my back pocket and grabbed Butch, dragging him to the studio again. We were all filming promos for the upcoming PPV and getting new headshots done. Lyssa was coming by after work and I was going to show her around the PC. Her eyes had lit up and she’d almost squealed with excitement when it was brought up. I was pretty much willing to do whatever she wanted as long as she kept smiling at me, I was in serious trouble and I knew it. Sheamus gave me a hard time, but as a newlywed he didn’t have much room to talk when it came to women.

We wrapped up a few hours later, I walked out with Butch and Sheamus to meet Lyssa in the parking lot. She had texted when she left work and should arrive shortly. Sure enough, her blue car pulled in as Sheamus was pulling out. She beamed when I opened her door, greeting me with a hug the second she stepped out.

“I never thought I would be excited to see a gym.” She admitted, slinging her purse over her shoulder after tossing the keys in it. 

I chuckled, “Well it’s pretty impressive, there’s lots of other rooms for promos, videos and stuff too.” 

“You aren’t going to get in trouble for showing me are you? Isabella said she hasn’t even been here.” Lyssa slid her hand into mine, gripping tightly as we headed to the entrance. 

“Nah, there’s usually a family member or two being shown around. Isabella has probably never been because Sheamus is a jealous guy. Doesn’t want anyone hitting on what’s his.” I grinned at her, loving the way she rolled her eyes at my statement. 

“Oh, and you don’t get jealous?” She smirked back at me. 

“I’m more of a show off what I have kinda guy.” I replied with a wink, entering the first door that led to the gym area.

“That explains why you are never wearing sleeves.” She ran her hand up my arm slowly, grinning when she reached the edge of the tanktop, before tracing back down and capturing my hand again. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

I barely managed to contain a groan, I was quickly becoming addicted to her hands on me. I pulled her closer, turning so that our bodies were almost flush. I pulled the hand holding mine to my mouth, kissing it gently, “Careful cor meum…”

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I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a second, before my body reactivated when his lips touched my hand and it felt like the temperature rose 30 degrees. I couldn’t stop staring at Ridge, Nothing was touching but our hands but it felt like an electric current was zapping between our bodies. I licked my lips, attempting to relieve the sudden dryness, watching the way his eyes picked up on the movement. I opened my mouth to ask him what cor meum meant and why it made a warmth wash over my body. 

“Hey Holland! Who’s the pretty little thing you have trapped over there?” A voice interrupted me and I felt Ridge tense beside me, turning to see two guys heading towards us from the entrance. It took me a minute but I recognized them as members of Legado Del Fantasma.

“Nothing you two could handle,” Ridge retorted, his hand dropping mine and wrapped around my waist. “Lyssa, meet Joaquin and Del Toro.” I waved, snuggling into Ridge’s side. 

“Like you handled Imperium last week?” I was pretty sure that was Del Toro.

“A loss to Imperium is nothing when it's a good fight, I think the crowd fell asleep during yours.” Ridge shrugged before turning to me, effectively dismissing whatever they were about to say in return. “You ready for the tour?”

I smiled at him, nodding and letting him lead me away. We spent the next couple hours roaming around the building, me asking questions about different rooms or equipment and him explaining it to me in detail. It was clear wrestling was his passion and he took great pride in it. We finally circled back around to the room connected to the gym that had a couple of practice rings in it. 

It was empty and I ran my hands over the ring apron. I had never seen a ring this close and it was different then I had imagined. Ridge easily hopped up and sat on the middle ring rope, lifting the top one up. “Come on” he held a hand out to me and I quickly grabbed it, letting him haul me up and guide me through the ropes until I was standing inside the ring. 

“This is bouncier than I expected,” I tested bouncing a little on the balls of my feet. 

Ridge laughed, “A lot of people think that. The padding depends on the kind of match you’re going to have. Sometimes they pad it a little more when the high fliers get in the ring.”

“Or when you send someone flying?” I questioned, he shrugged in response. I put my hands up in a fight position. “I could totally take you.” 

Ridge raised an eyebrow at me, “I’m easily three times your size.” 

“So? I’m fast and I have a secret weapon.” I replied lightly punching his arm. 

He laughed before putting his hands up to match my stance, “What’s your secret weapon?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret.” I stuck my tongue out, dancing away when he made a quick lunge to grab me. We went back and forth like that for a while. I was aware he wasn’t trying his hardest but I appreciated it all the same. I would get close enough to lightly kick or punch him and he would attempt to grab me. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” My sentence ended in a squeal when he grabbed my waist and very gently belly to belly suplexed me to the mat. 

“What’s this about a secret weapon, I’m about to pin you.” Ridge leaned over me with a gleam in his eye. 

Smiling, I reached up and grabbed head, pulling his face to mine and pressing my lips to his. He froze for a fraction of a second before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Somehow I wound up straddling his lap, crushed tightly to his chest and he deepened the kiss. I had done it as a knee jerk reaction to his taunt but found myself getting lost in the way his lips moved over mine. We finally broke away when I shifted in his lap and rubbed against something very hard causing him to groan. 

“Ignore that,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I was pleased to see that he was breathing as heavily as I was. I started to reply but was stopped by Ridge’s body tensing under mine. I looked at him to see him glaring over my shoulder at something. “We’re leaving.” he quickly pulled me up, readjusting himself discreetly. 

“Why?” I looked around, confused by his sudden change. That’s when I realized there was a window between the gym and the ring area. Wilde and Del Toro were in the gym, quite clearly watching us. 

“They’ve been watching us the whole time.” his arms were tense as he lifted me off the ring apron. “And if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin at his sudden protectiveness. “I thought you weren’t a jealous guy?”

“Apparently I am where you’re concerned.” he grumbled, shooting a glare at the two wrestlers before leaving the room. 

“It’s kinda hot,” I whispered, blushing when he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. 

He pulled me close to him, leaning down until his lips were almost touching mine before whispering,  “You’re going to be the death of me cor meum.” and then closed the gap with another searing kiss. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 1

My Blurb: I’m not really sure how this happened. I fully blame @pioched​. But here we are. My hand slipped. I don’t know if there will be another part. Depends on the feedback I get.

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Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: A couple curse words.

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“Lyssa Hutchinson, you get out on the floor right now!” I groaned when my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me out from behind the coat rack I was trying to hide behind. It may or may not have been to avoid the bouquet toss.

“Mom, catching the bouquet is not a guarantee that I am getting married next. Astaire hasn’t even proposed. Or hinted at it for that matter.” I attempted to pull my arm out of her grip but it didn’t budge and I rolled my eyes. I love my mom and knew she just wanted what was best for me, which in her mind meant settling down and having babies…lots of babies. It didn’t help that we were at a wedding…my cousin Isabella’s wedding to be exact. My mom and aunt were twins and had been competitive their whole lives. 

My cousin caught my eye then and sent me a wink as she prepared to toss the bouquet. I shook my head with a laugh. Our mothers may have been competitive but we were still a close family, Isabella & I have been friends from birth. I couldn’t be happier that she had met Stephen, also known by his ring name Sheamus. Neither of them could have looked happier throughout the ceremony and their first dance, barely able to take their eyes off each other. He was a wrestler with WWE and there was no lack of his coworkers in attendance. It was actually a little intimidating being surrounded by so many large men and beautiful women. A couple of those groomsmen had looked especially hunky. I suddenly felt better about my boyfriend not being able to join me. 

Distracted by my thoughts, I failed to notice the crush of girls surrounding me and when the cheering and jostling started I flung my arms up on instinct as something smacked into my hands. The cheering got louder and I opened my eyes, groaning to realize Isabella had chucked the bouquet directly at me. I shot her a glare through the throng of older ladies who surrounded me, twittering about how “You’re next!”. 

We cleared the dancefloor as the men were shuffled on to it for the garter toss. I laughed out loud as the wrestlers in attendance legitimately wrestled each other to get the scrap of silk. When the dust settled one of the guys raised his hand in victory causing a cheer to go up through the crowd. He looked familiar and I was pretty sure he was one of the guys currently partnering with Stephen. Ridge or Butch? Wait, Butch was the small one…and this was definitely not the small one. 

Isabella appeared at my side a moment later with a grin on her face, “come on, time for the dances, have you met Ridge yet?” 

“Dances? Wait what? Why am I dancing, who am I dancing with?” trying to pull out of her grip but once again being pulled across the floor to where Stephen stood with the garter belt guy clapping him on the back so roughly it would have sent me across the room. Garter belt guy barely moved.

“The groomsman and bridesmaid have one dance together and so do the bouquet and garter catchers,” Isabella whispered quickly “Ridge, this is my cousin Lyssa.” she said loudly as we reached the two. He was even bigger up close.

“Nice to meet you” Ridge smiled “I guess we are dancing” he added as Stephen and Isabella left us and the other couples arrived on the dance floor. 

“Um, I guess we are. It’s nice to meet you too” I smiled politely, accepting his offered hand and moving towards him. In heels my head was just below his chin and I realized without them I would barely reach his shoulders but his hand was gentle as it settled respectfully on my upper back. The music started and we began moving as the silence stretched between us. Not that I noticed, I was too busy studying the giant maneuvering me easily. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Over that was a russet colored vest and the outfit was finished off with gray slacks. 

“So, um, you’re related to Isabella?” Ridge asked, interrupting my thoughts when he pulled me a little closer as another couple attempted their version of a waltz.

I smiled gratefully as he maneuvered us away from the couple. “Ya, cousins, our moms are sisters. You work with Stephen?” 

He laughed before nodding “It’s been so weird hearing everyone call him Stephen while we’ve been here. He’s been in the business so long everyone just calls him Sheamus at work.” 

“That’s fair. I only know him as Stephen, I don’t know much about wrestling, I watch occasionally with Isabella. She only started watching when he asked her out.” I replied.

Ridge smiled back. “You should come to a show sometime, you might like it. I may be a little biased though.”

I laughed and nodded. “Have you always wanted to be a wrestler?”

“I played rugby for a long time in several clubs, I’ve only been wrestling for about five years.” He looked thoughtful before adding, “I think I always knew my endgame was wrestling. What about you?” 

“I’m an editor for a publishing company. Mostly cheesy romance novels.” I shrugged realizing the song was coming to an end and others were coming to the dance floor. 

“Can I ask for another dance?” Ridge asked, wincing when I hesitated and looked around. “Unless you have a boyfriend or date you need to get back to.”

“Oh, no. It’s not that, well I do have a boyfriend but he couldn’t come tonight. But another dance would keep me out of my mother’s clutches for a little longer.” I assured him, suspiciously not eager to leave his embrace. Even though his bicep was the size of my head, he seemed very in control of his strength. 

“Happy to be of service, I’m lucky my mums not here or I would be in the same boat.” He laughed. We talked for a while before I was summoned to help Isabella change out of her dress. With a promise to watch more wrestling, I waved and headed out of the reception hall. 

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 “Hey Ridge! I got some good news for ya!” Butch announced as soon as he entered the locker room, door bouncing off the wall. 

“If it’s another plan for you to run off, I don’t have the energy for it and Sheamus will kill you.” I  replied, using the bench to stretch out my legs, focusing on the ankle I’d broken a couple years ago. 

Sheamus caught the door on his way in closing it behind him. “Isabella is bringing her cousin to the show tonight, Butchy just wants to laugh at you some more.” 

My foot slipped off the bench but I recovered enough to make it look purposeful at his words. Butch had caught me looking at Lyssa’s Instagram a week after the wedding and naturally assumed I was pining for her. He’d been bringing her up anytime Isabella was around, nudging me in the ribs until I threatened to punch him through a wall. I wasn’t pining for her. The fact that her joyous laugh and bright smile had haunted my dreams for the past four months had nothing to do with it. Remembering how even though she was much smaller than me, she hadn’t seemed intimidated like most women, also had nothing to do with it. She had a boyfriend and I was just a guy she danced with at a wedding.

“There’s the dopey look again. The one you get when you are thinking about her” Butch pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“I was thinking about the match, that’s great that Lyssa is coming. She said she planned on watching more.” I turned away from them to finish taping my wrists.

“Sure, fella, that lovesick look is for the Bloodline and not for Lyssa.” Sheamus smirked, patting me on the shoulder. “You know Isabella told me that her and that whiny ass boyfriend finally broke up a couple months ago...” He trailed off and turned to his bag. I could hear Butch’s snort of laughter behind me. Before I could punch him through the wall there was a knock at the door and he dodged to get it. 

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I smoothed my shirt down again as we waited for the door to open. There was a sign on it that showed the same logo on the one I had just bought from one of the merch booths. The Brawling Broots. Isabella wore one also, though hers was a little faded from constant wear. I wasn’t nervous exactly but when Isabella had invited me to attend the show with her, I hadn’t realized we would be able to go backstage and it was a little intimidating being around all the giants again. They were all nice though, some had even remembered me from the wedding and included me when they greeted Isabella.

The door in front of us swung open and Butch greeted us. He smiled politely at Isabella and smirked at me as he stepped back and allowed us into the room. Isabella immediately went to Stephen wrapping him in a hug and proceeding to have a very awkward mini makeout session. Ugh, honeymoon stage. 

I tore my eyes from them to spot Butch staring behind me, the smirk still on his face. Turning I saw Ridge. Had he gotten bigger? It was probably just because I was wearing flats tonight and he was wearing a shirt with the sleeves removed to show off his arms and make him look intimidating. 

I smiled when he reached me, putting my arms out to be enveloped in a hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too, nice shirt.” he replied, glancing at mine and then at his own. We were matching. 

“Thanks, Isabella told me I had to buy something at the booth to wear, then heavily implied if it wasn’t in support of you guys she wouldn’t sit with me” I replied with a shrug. “So you guys have a pretty big match tonight against the Bloodline, don’t get blindsided by Sami again.” 

“You’ve been watching.” He said it as a statement and I nodded. 

“Ya, caught my boyfriend cheating and thought I should learn some moves in case it ever happens again. My advice would be to suplex the crap out of Solo as soon as you get in. Like just straight Brock Lesnar style” I leaned in and whispered, causing him to throw his head back and laugh. 

“I will definitely take that under advisement.” he chuckled as a guy with a clipboard poked his head in the room informing them they were being interviewed in 5 minutes. 

Isabella and I nodded, taking that as our cue to head for our seats. “Good luck tonight” I smiled and followed Isabella out of the room.

My first time at a live show and I was having the time of my life. I had started watching more regularly after the wedding and to soothe myself after the breakup but it didn't compare to the excitement of a live crowd. By the time the main event arrived, I was amped and ready to see The Brawling Brutes take on The Bloodline. It was as hard hitting as everyone expected and I had a hard time tearing my eyes from Ridge even when he tagged out. I would have been lying if i said I hadn’t thought of him since the wedding, in fact after breaking up with Astaire, he had more often than not been my imaginary awww night time companion.

The match ended with Butch getting pinned by Jey after Sami distracted the ref and Solo got a cheapshot in on Ridge while Ste…Sheamus was busy with Jimmy. I had warned him about that! 

Beside me, Isabella huffed with disappointment.  “Stephen isn’t going to be happy about that.” I nodded, watching as Ridge helped Butch out of the ring. “You know, I think you guys would be good together.” she added and I tore my eyes from the ring to find her watching me.

“Oh no you don’t!” I warned, praying my face wasn’t turning red. 

Holding up her hands in defense, she laughed “Fine, but don’t stay hung up on that douche bag, daddy’s boy. He isn’t worth it.”

I followed her to a hallway where other family and friends of the wrestlers seemed to be waiting after the show. A woman holding a toddler approached and Isabella introduced her as Butch’s wife. One by one the wrestlers appeared, hugging whoever was waiting and then heading out of the arena, bags in tow. Butch pushed through the door, lighting up when he saw his family. He waved to Isabella and sent me another smirk before leading them to the exit. 

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“So, you going to ask her out?” Sheamus nudged my shoulder as we reached the doors. Butch had already left to see his family and I was following Sheamus out to where Isabella & Lyssa waited. 

Before I could answer, he opened the door and Isabella appeared in his arms, dropping kisses on every part of his face she could reach. Honeymooners I grimaced, turning to see Lyssa with an equally disgusted look on her face but it melted into a smile when she saw me.

“I told you to suplex him.” she raised an eyebrow at me and despite the pain in my ribs from the cheapshot I chuckled.

“I’ll make sure and follow your advice next time.” I ceded, pulling my bag to a stop beside me.

Isabella and Sheamus passed us, still glued to the hip and Lyssa sighed, watching them before turning back to me. “Well, that’s my ride, I better make sure they stop sucking face long enough to not forget about me. I’ll see you later?” 

The question in her voice made me smile “We’re on the road next week but when we get back could I take you out for coffee or dinner sometime?”

She studied me for a minute before saying “I’d like that, give me your phone.” I placed it in her hand, watching intently as she added herself to my contacts before handing it back with a shy smile. “Talk to you soon” before turning and heading towards the car. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 5

My Blurb: Ugh, this part got away from me. And I spent way too long editing the header but happy thirst trap to all of you. *drool* As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if anyone is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

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Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Ridge in a white shirt, slight violence against a female (grabbing), cursing, the promise of things to come

Tagging: @pioched​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​  @moxskitten​  @pikapuff-316​

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I smiled and rolled over when I felt the bed dip. It didn’t matter how quiet Ridge was, he was too big to not cause me to roll into the middle when he tried to slide in behind me. “Sorry love, I was trying not to wake you.” he pressed a kiss to my forehead when I snuggled into his chest. 

“Mmmm, I forgive you.” I kissed the spot on his chest I could reach, reveling in his warmth. It had become a weekly occurrence since the first time he had stayed the night a few weeks ago. If he could make it back to town on the weekend, he spent the night with me. It was quickly becoming addicting, the warmth and comfort of being wrapped up in him at night. After the first time he’d gotten back in town at 2:00 in the morning I had even given him a key. “It makes more sense than you waking me up early.” I had insisted when he looked stunned. 

“I could just go back to my place.” Ridge had grinned but added the key to his keyring. 

“But it saves on my heating bill if you are here.” I winked back, “plus I know you like my place better.” I had received a grilling from Claire at work when I told her about it. She didn’t understand how I wasn’t “banging him like a screen door in a hurricane”. I didn’t have a good answer, our relationship seemed like it was progressing so naturally I didn’t want to jinx it. Not saying I hadn’t thought about it, after watching their episode of Celtic Warrior Workouts I was pretty sure I understood how men felt when they watched porn. I took a cold shower and still had a date with my vibrator that night. He wasn’t immune either, there had been multiple times I caught him staring at me, eyes dark or I had felt the evidence pressed against me.

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I made it back to town with just enough time to run by my place, shower and change before heading to Lyssa’s apartment. She ran from the bathroom when I closed the door after letting myself in. She looked relieved as she finished putting her earring in. “I was worried you weren’t going to make it!” she kissed me then stood back, “do I want to know how fast you were going?” 

I grinned, pulling her in for another, slower kiss before answering. “You do not, I told you I would be here.” Twirling her around I added, “you look lovely”. She blushed like I knew she would, smoothing the strapless black dress down before reaching for her heels. 

“You don’t look too shabby yourself.” she eyed the black pants and white dress shirt I had chosen, already tempted to roll the sleeves up to my elbows. I bowed and held out my arm, grinning when she grabbed it and let me escort her out the door. 

The wedding was held at a lavish estate out of town. Lyssa had told me that her friend was wealthy but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer opulence when we were directed to the area for the ceremony. It was indoors but the floor to ceiling windows and flowers everywhere made it seem like it was outside. Rows of white chairs were split down the middle and we were led to the bride’s section, Lyssa greeted people as we sat but stayed glued to my side. I could tell she was nervous, I just wasn't sure what was causing it until she stiffened and quickly turned towards me, intently reading the wedding program. Over her head I caught sight of her ex-boyfriend. I'd seen him in pictures but they didn’t manage to fully capture the level of fuckboy that radiated off of him. I draped my arm over Lyssa’s shoulders, pleased when she relaxed and leaned in to me. 

It was a simple ceremony, Lyssa had told me she usually cried at weddings so I was prepared when I heard her first sniffle. She giggled when I handed her the small pack of tissues I had stuck in my pocket. 

After the ceremony we were directed across the grounds to an enormous ball room. Waiters carried around trays of champagne and finger foods. “I told you they were loaded.” Lyssa smiled, “Let’s find our table.”

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“Ok, ok, I desperately have to use the bathroom.” I pulled Ridge off the dance floor, trying to catch my breath. “And I need another drink.” After dinner, toasts and all the other wedding traditions, Ridge had rolled up his sleeves and dragged me onto the dance floor. For a big guy he was a smooth dancer, spinning me around for slow songs and nailing every move of the cha cha slide. He had handled being introduced to everyone, greeting them with handshakes and I could tell he liked when I called him my boyfriend. 

“I’ll grab some drinks and meet you at our table, I think we can finally get some cake now.” he looked over to where the enormous cake was finally being dished out. It had been so delicately made the servers were having a hard time not sending it crashing to the ground. 

I laughed, pecking him on the cheek before turning towards the restrooms. I had just opened the door to see if Ridge had been able to snag some cake when I was greeted to a squeal from a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. “Lyssa! It’s been so long!” 

“Valerie! It’s good to see you!” I wrapped her in a hug. “How are you? And the little one?”

“She’s growing like a weed. I couldn’t be happier. But what about you? I heard you and Astaire broke things off?” She gave me a sympathetic smile.

I laughed, clearly Astaire had been trying to keep the fact that I left him under wraps. “I caught him in bed with another woman.” 

“I hadn’t heard that, but he always was a bit of an asshole. No offense.” she added when I raised an eyebrow at her. 

“None taken, I'm much happier now.” I shrugged, my mind drifting to just how much happier Ridge made me than Astaire ever did. 

“I saw your new man, he looks like a step up. I’m happy for you.” my response was cut off by her phone ringing and her giving me an apologetic wave mouthing “babysitter”. 

I waved her off and headed back to the ballroom. Tucking my lipstick back into my purse, I turned the corner and smacked directly into someone. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where…” I trailed off to find Astaire grinning down at me. 

“You always were a handsy one.” he winked, clearly expecting me to laugh. I raised an eyebrow and moved to walk around him but he cut me off, stepping in front of me. “Wait, I haven’t gotten to talk to you all night.” 

I stared at him a moment before replying, “I have nothing to talk to you about. I have to get back to my date.” 

“The caveman? Isn’t he a wrestler or something?” he scoffed and I felt my anger growing. Astaire looked so much smaller than I remembered. I wasn’t sure if it was just my brain comparing him to Ridge or my opinion of him falling so far.  

“Ridge is a professional wrestler with WWE. He works hard for what he has. Unlike you.” I sneered. Pushing past him, shocked when he grabbed my wrist swinging me back to face him. “Let go of me.” 

“Not until we talk, I know we ended badly, mistakes were made on both sides but I think we should give it another shot. You’ve had your rebound toy.” Astaire held tight to my wrist despite my attempts to free it. He was nowhere near as strong as Ridge but he was stronger than me and unlike with Ridge, I didn’t feel safe.

“Let go of me” I repeated, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. “Mistakes were all on your side, my only mistake was not realizing what an asshole you were before I came home from work early.” I tried again to free my wrist but he held firm. 

Whatever Astaire was about to say was cut off when he looked over my shoulder and froze, paling significantly. I grinned, I didn’t need to turn to know that 6 ½ feet of solid muscle was coming up behind me. 

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Having secured cake, drinks and a quick chat with the DJ I returned to our table but Alyssa wasn’t there. Frowning, I headed towards the hallway where the restrooms were. Turning the corner my blood immediately boiled when I heard the tremor in Alyssa’s voice and saw her trying to pull her arm free. Astaire saw me right when he was about to reply and I grinned at the way he paled as I stalked towards them.

“I believe she told you to let her go.” It was almost a growl but I didn’t care, I wanted to scare the little tosser. Lyssa visibly relaxed when he dropped her hand and I gently wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her towards me. She came willingly, glaring at Astaire. “Are you alright?” my question was directed at her but I was still glaring at her ex. She nodded, turning to give me a reassuring smile. 

“This conversation doesn’t concern you.” I was surprised when Astaire puffed his chest and challenged me, I was easily twice his size. 

“If you’re hurting a woman, especially my woman, then it concerns me. I’m not a fan of bullies.” I took a threatening step towards him, smirking when he visibly flinched and took a step back. “If you ever touch her again, I’ll break your fucking hand. This is your one and only warning.” 

He looked like he was going to say something else but thought better of it, shooting another glare at Lyssa who was pressed against my chest trying to contain a giggle, he turned and walked away. I watched him until he disappeared before pulling Lyssa’s wrist up to inspect the damage, scowling when I saw the fingerprint bruises already forming on her skin. 

“I’m ok, I promise.” she whispered, watching my face. 

I pressed a kiss to her bruised skin before replying, “come on, I got you a piece of cake with lots of icing.” She grinned wildly and linked her hand in mine pulling me towards our table. 

We had just finished the cake when the DJ announced the next song had been a special request and winked at me. Lyssa looked suspicious when I dragged her onto the dance floor, but she relaxed and smiled when she recognized the song. It was the one we had first danced to at Sheamus & Isabella’s wedding. I pulled her close, one arm around her waist the other bringing her hand to my lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

“You remembered our song?” she gushed. I was pleased she thought of it as our song as well. 

“How could I forget? The night you were forced to dance with me was one of the best of my life.” I whispered in her ear as we turned around the floor. 

She looked at me like she was about to cry but bit her lip and smiled. “This is why I love you.” she shook her head then froze, realizing what she had said. “Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, that slipped out, forget I said anything.” 

She was rambling but I had also frozen when the words left her lips, my heart definitely skipping a beat or two. She loved me? I shook myself mentally realizing she was staring at me with a terrified look on her face. I pulled her closer, catching her lips in a deep kiss. 

“Don’t ask me to forget that cor meum, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.” I broke our kiss, pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips.

A tear fell from her eye and I wiped it away with my thumb, trailing it across her lips. The music changed then to another faster song and she pulled me off the dance floor. “I’m ready to go home now.” 

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Ridge unlocked my door with one hand, his other supporting me clinging to his back. He had given me a piggyback ride from the car up to my apartment when I pitifully complained about my feet hurting. Once inside he set me down gently and I groaned, finally taking the shoes off and tossing them to the corner. 

“Thank you for carrying me,” I grabbed his shirt collar with both hands, tugging him down for a kiss and then pulling him into my room the same way. I had made a decision on the drive home from the wedding while he held my hand in the car, his thumb grazing my knuckles and pressing kisses to my wrist at red lights. I was definitely in love with him, he was sweet, kind, considerate and his protective streak turned me on. I shivered remembering the growl in his already low voice when he saved me from Astaire. And he looked so damn good in the simple white shirt, stretched tight over his chest and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Which was saying something, I saw him half naked in the ring regularly. Reaching my room I turned, pulling my hair away from my neck. “Can you unzip me?” 

His hand was warm when he grabbed the top of the zipper, his knuckles grazing my spine as he pulled it down slowly. I felt more than heard his exhale across my neck when he reached the bottom, tracing the top of my lace panties. With a groan he stepped back and I barely held in a whimper at the loss of his hands. I turned to see his hands clenched at his side, eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Ridge?” 

“I have to go, I'll call you tomorrow.” I held my dress up with one hand and grabbed his arm with my other. 

“You’re not staying?” I tried to keep the quiver out of my voice, I swear I did, but if he wanted to leave right after we had admitted our feelings and when I had finally decided to take the next step I was going to pout. 

“I can’t, not tonight, after this..” he trailed off waving his hand between us. “I don’t trust myself to stop when you want me to.” 

I almost sagged in relief. He did want me, he was just trying to be a gentleman, my heart recognized what a sweet gesture that was and fell a little more in love with him. My vagina on the other hand was sick of this and wanted her man. That’s the only explanation I had for the step I took next. I let go of my dress letting it slide down my body and pool at my feet. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 2

My Blurb: Thank you all for the comments on the first part, feedback really is what keeps writers going. Likes are good but comments and reblogs are GOLD! As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if anone is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: the term “balls deep”, reference to cheating

Tagging: @pioched​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @pikapuff316​​  @moxskitten​

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“Now I've got two of ya lookin at your phone, instead of getting ready.” Butch sounded annoyed but he had a grin on his face when he burst into the locker room. Sheamus responded by chucking a roll of tape at him while I laughed. 

“Says the man who sends me baby pictures at 3 in the morning.” I finished my text to Lyssa before tossing the phone in my bag and standing up to stretch. I hadn’t made it more than two hours after getting her number to send her a text. It was simple, just “Hey, this is Ridge” but we’d been texting back and forth non stop for the past week. Tonight was Smackdown and she said she was watching, it gave me a new motivation to perform well. It also made me eager to get home, if we got out of the arena fairly quickly, we would be back in Orlando about 2 in the morning which would give me time to get some sleep and take care of the parts of our date I couldn’t do over the phone. I was pulled out of my thoughts by one of the interns letting us know we were up next. I grinned when I saw my phone light up, leaning over to see a text from Lyssa:

Lyssa: “Good luck!”

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A thrill shot through me when their music hit, the thumping drums matching my heartbeat. It was ridiculous how excited I was, we had been texting all week and more than once I had caught myself smiling at the phone. I sat up straighter from where I had been sprawled across my couch, studying Ridge as him, Sheamus and Butch headed to the ring. They were continuing their feud with Imperium tonight, the three men already standing stonily in the ring. I had been watching WWE since the wedding but I was invested now, I knew tonight's match would be brutal. These six were always trying to straight up murder each other. 

Despite his attitude, massive size and obvious strength, that was currently emphasized by the cut off t-shirt he wore to the ring, Ridge had been a fun, engaging and interesting conversationalist the past week. He was smarter and sweeter than his in ring demeanor alluded to. 

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Ridge: “Finally out of the arena and on the highway. With Butch driving we’ll be home in record time.”

Lyssa: “As long as he gets you guys back in one piece. Haha. Is your nose ok?”

Ridge: “Ya, it’s going to take more than a forearm from those three to break it. You worried about me?”

Lyssa: “Well, I don’t want my favorite wrestler on the bench. Then I would have no reason to watch.”

Ridge: “I’m your favorite wrestler?”

Lyssa: “John Cena’s not in the ring much these days so…”

Ridge: “Noted. Adding take down Cena and become Lyssa’s favorite to my wrestling goals.”

Lyssa: “*laugh emoji* You guys have a safe trip, I have a big date tomorrow so I need to get some sleep.” 

Ridge: “Lucky guy. Goodnight Lyssa.”

Lyssa: “*blushing emoji* Goodnight Ridge.” 

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Lyssa lived in a light blue and brick, 3 bedroom apartment building with a neatly manicured walkway. Sliding my SUV into one of the guest parking spots I shut off the engine and double checked her apartment number. Unit 3314, a corner apartment on the right side of the building. Following the signs, I took the stairs two at a time until I made it to her floor, pausing before her door to take a breath and make sure I hadn’t crushed the small bouquet in my hands.

My quick knock was followed by some shuffling sounds before Lyssa opened the door, immediately smiling when she saw me. Her smile lit up her whole face and caused a strange skip in my heartbeat that years of wrestling and rugby had never caused. I thought I was screwed when she’d been dragged over to dance with me at the wedding, but right now looking at her beaming at me I knew it for sure. 

“Hi! Come on in, I just have to put my shoes on.” She moved out of the doorway allowing me to step into a small hallway. 

“These are for you.” I handed her the bouquet, trying not to groan when her smile grew and her hand brushed mine.

She smelled the flowers before turning and heading further into the apartment where I could see an island with bar stools pulled up to it. “Thank you! I love flowers! I’m terrible at keeping them alive but I love their smell and the way they brighten up a room.” 

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I kneeled down to grab a vase from under my sink. I didn’t need to turn to know that Ridge had followed me and was surveying my apartment. I could almost sense his presence as I set the vase in the sink to add water. He looked massive in the space but didn’t seem uncomfortable, his hands tucked into the pockets of the olive jacket he wore over a black shirt that I was sure wasn’t supposed to look that good on anyone. 

Turning I placed the flowers in the vase and moved it to the middle of my island. “I’m glad you like them. I didn’t know what your favorite was.” Ridge shrugged. 

“I don’t really have one, I like all the colors and scents. I don’t like mums. They smell weird and remind me of a hospital.” I shuddered while sliding my flats on and grabbing my jacket from the closet. Somehow Ridge was immediately beside me, holding it up so I could slide my arms in. For a big man, he sure could move quietly. “Thank you.” I smiled at him before grabbing my purse. 

Ridge hadn’t told me where we were going, only mentioning that I should wear pants. Despite my attempts he refused to budge on the surprise date location. I tried to guess as we headed away from all the fancy restaurants, giving him a raised eyebrow when we pulled into a riverside park. “Are you bringing me here to kill me?”

Ridge snorted, pulling the car into a spot. “If I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t have brought my own car.” He quickly shut off the car and exited, opening the door on my side before I had a chance to open it myself. He offered me his arm and I laughed, tucking my arm into his.

He led us on a path and I gasped, stopping in my tracks when we came around the bend. A cove from the nearby lake stretched out before us and there was a wooden dock that ended in a gazebo several yards into the water. There were twinkling lights on the railings and surrounding the gazebo creating a soft glow as the sun faded. 

“Is this ok? I know it’s not a fancy restaurant or anything but I…” he was cut off by me grabbing his arm and dragging him down the dock.. 

“This is perfect. I love it. It’s so beautiful and quiet. How did you do all this?” As we reached it, I surveyed the table in the middle of the gazebo already set with plates of covered food and drinks. 

“I’m helping a few of the rookies down in the training center. They agreed to get it all set up and cleaned up if I didn’t make them do minute planks with me sitting on their backs.” Ridge laughed and pulled out my chair before finding his seat. 

“Where are they?” I looked back towards the shoreline.

Ridge raised his voice when he answered, “Minding their own business until we are done.” 

I laughed hearing the faint sound of a door slamming and a car starting in the opposite direction we had come. “This smells good, where is it from?” I could barely contain my excitement when he pulled the covers off of our plates. 

“A little place downtown, Butch told me about it not long after I moved out here. I was pretty homesick for a while. They make food just like my mum does and the lady that runs it reminds me of her. She was way too excited when I asked for her help tonight.” He shrugged.

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Lyssa looked like she was going to cry, which was not in my plans for tonight. Before I could say anything she cleared her throat and grabbed my hand across the table. “This is the nicest date I have ever been on. Astaire used to take me on these fancy elaborate dates, where I had to dress up in expensive dresses and spend way too long on my hair just to be treated like arm candy all night.” 

“Don’t all girls want to dress up in pretty dresses and get their hair done?” I replied, rubbing my thumb across our entwined fingers. I was a big man and most people were intimidated around me. It worked well in the ring but it was sometimes a hindrance with women. Lyssa was different though, she’d had no qualms about dancing with me and holding my hand or arm. 

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged, “It was fun at first, but I could never just be casually dressed and comfortable. His family had money so everything was about image and maintaining it. I love my job but he wanted a trophy wife. Then I found him balls deep in another girl, and that ended that.” 

I choked on my drink at her casual attitude. There was a flash of hurt in her eyes I would have missed if I wasn’t looking at her but it was gone before she was smiling again. “What kinda name is Astaire anyway? Obviously an idiot.” She laughed at that, the full body one that had haunted my dreams since the wedding. “Tell me about your job. What do you do exactly?” 

“Basically I read through and edit books before they are printed and published. Find typos, check continuity, make sure the book flows. Sometimes I lead focus groups. But basically I get paid to read. It’s the ultimate dream job.” Lyssa groaned as she took a bite of her food. “Oh my gosh, this is soo good.” 

I narrowly avoided choking again, her groan sending a bolt straight through my body. Clearing my throat I focused back on her job. “I noticed you had several book shelves. You like to read?”

Her eyes lit up, “I have always loved reading. We never traveled much when I was younger, so I traveled in books.” 

“Do you travel now?” I asked, refilling her glass. 

“I’ve done a little, I want to see more though. I’d love to see so many places. I’m sure England isn’t a big deal to you but I would love to see it and Scotland.” she blushed a little, “I don’t mean to presume..”

“I’d gladly take you with me.” I cut her off quickly.

She nodded before resuming eating, letting the comfortable silence settle over us. 

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Ridge held my hand on the drive back to my apartment. It was a silly, almost high school level, gesture but I couldn’t help being thrilled about it. Ever the gentleman, he opened the car door and walked me to my apartment, his hand lingering at the small of my back on the stairs. His touch was warm and gentle but firm, making me feel safe and cared for. I didn’t want the night to end but I knew he hadn’t had a lot of rest and I was still too fresh out of my relationship with Astaire to move things any further. I unlocked my door and then turned to Ridge, “Thank you for tonight, it was wonderful.”

“My pleasure” he replied before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. “Goodnight Lyssa.” 

“Goodnight Ridge,” using his hold on my hand to balance myself, I stretched up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping into my apartment. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 9

My Blurb: Sorry for the delay, life got crazy. This is the last official chapter of this story. There will be an epilogue with a time jump to wrap everything up with a pretty bow that I think you will all enjoy. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. There is one part of this based on this reel by Noah & Lori who are an adorable couple to follow.  https://www.facebook.com/reel/1288690532065002 

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Smexy times. 

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I sighed, relaxing back against Ridge and playing with the mountain of bubbles in front of me, smiling at him talking to his mom on the phone. We were in a hotel room in freaking Paris that had a huge tub and a beautiful view of the city. We had barely made it through the door of our room before clothes started flying, we definitely hadn’t made it to the bed. When I stumbled to the bathroom afterwards I squealed at the sight of the tub and immediately started filling it. Now I was sitting between Ridge’s legs, his chest to my back while one hand stroked my arm and the other held his phone. I stifled the giggle that threatened to erupt from me. It felt like I was in a scene from one of the books I was editing. 

“No, you don’t need to get out any photo albums.” I smiled and peeked behind me at Ridge who grinned at me and rolled his eyes while the female voice raised on the other end. He was excited for me to meet his family. I wasn’t nervous to meet them, anyone who had raised Ridge into the man he was couldn’t be that bad. No, I was nervous they wouldn’t like me. Family meant a lot to Ridge, his biological one and the one he had made in his career. 

“I love you too, mum. I’ll see you next week.” Ridge hung up the phone and placed it on the counter beside the tub. "What has you getting all tense, cor meum?” his voice whispered in my ear. “Thought we got all the tension out a bit ago.” 

I considered brushing off my concerns but I didn’t want to lie. “I’m nervous they won’t like me.” I replied softly, keeping my head facing forward. 

He placed a kiss on my shoulder before replying, “They’re going to love you,” another kiss closer to my neck caused me to squirm. 

“How do you know?” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. 

“Because you make me happy,” another kiss “because you’re smart,” I shivered, feeling his hardness growing against my back. “You’re funny” one arm snuck around my front, dragging across my nipples while the other gently grabbed the back of my neck, “you’re kind” a kiss to my ear “you’re strong” the hand on my neck tightened when the other turned my chin to face him “And because I love you more than any woman i’ve ever met, except my mum, but it’s close” he grinned and I grinned back when he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

The kiss turned heated quickly and I shifted, turning so that I was facing him fully. I straddled his legs, not caring about the water that sloshed to the tile floor when I did. Resting my hands on his shoulders for support, I let his hands on my hips guide me to sink down on his length, both of us groaning at the sensation. 

“You’re also beautiful, have tits and an ass made for my hands to grab and take me like a champ.” I whimpered in response. I had learned quickly that Ridge had a filthy mouth in bed, it had never been a turn on for me before but something about his gruff accent always made pleasure shoot straight to my core. 

“Best not tell them that part,” I managed to pant out as his grip on my hips tightened, thrusting harder. We were both close, I could feel the pressure building and his dick twitching. He growled in response, moving one hand to circle my clit, sending me over the edge quickly. 

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I threw the comforter over Lyssa’s legs that were visible beneath yet another t-shirt she had stolen from me. Not that I minded. The caveman side of me beat its chest whenever I saw her in my clothes or merchandise. It was a physical sign to the world that she was taken. My gaze fell to her left hand sprawled on the pillow over her head, for now anyway. Too soon Ridge. I chastised myself. For her and everyone else maybe, but not for me. I had never been raised to hold back, I gave all of myself to everything and I knew Lyssa was it for me. What I said to her in Paris was true, I loved her more than I thought it was possible to love someone who didn’t raise me. If she decided to end things between us I would live but it would be a dark and lonely existence. She had quickly become the sunshine that got me up and kept me going each day and I wanted to tie myself to her in every way possible. I sighed as I watched her sleeping, worn out from our day of exploring Madrid. 

With rugby and wrestling I had traveled most of my life but traveling with her was different. Everything was exciting to her and it made me appreciate the experience more. She tried new foods in Paris, talked to the locals in Geneva and took countless photos of the architecture in Spain. We hadn’t even hit the UK yet. Our plane left in the morning for Belfast where Isabella was flying in to meet up with us and be with Sheamus in his home country. She would also be with us for Scotland and Drew had guaranteed some great food and sites, which Lyssa had nearly squealed at. 

I was most excited for the final stop though. Manchester was only a couple hour drive from my hometown and my family would be at the show, excited to meet Lyssa and see me. I hadn’t seen my parents in person in months and had requested an extra few days off to spend time with them and show Lyssa around. I had already made a mental list of the places to take her, the diner around the corner from our house, my old school where I still held some records and the first field I played rugby on. 

I checked the lock on the door to our room before sliding in bed beside her, grinning when she immediately rolled into me. She sighed my name in that breathy voice that always caught my dick’s attention as she nuzzled her nose into my neck. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her completely against me.

I felt myself hardening but forced it down. We'd had a lot of sex since she joined me and she had joked about needing to buy more underwear. It had been an accusation really, I was usually so eager to be inside her I just ripped off the offending garment that was blocking access to my favorite place in the world. I had shrugged my shoulders and she simply rolled her eyes and kissed me, grumbling something under her breath about cavemen. 

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I stood to the side at the airport in Belfast watching Ridge and other wrestlers sign autographs for fans. Several  had been on the same flight as us and a group had met us at the gate, eager to see their favorite wrestlers outside the ring. My heart melted when a little boy wearing a too big Brawling Brutes shirt posed with Ridge flexing his muscles. 

“It makes you wonder huh?” I jumped and turned, squealing when Isabella appeared at my side, nodding towards the cameras and smiling faces. 

Pulling her into a hug I looked at her in confusion. “Makes you wonder what?” 

“What they’d be like as a father.” I blushed at her response, looking down. 

That was totally not what I was thinking about. “Are you and Stephen thinking about it?” I nudged her shoulder. 

“Not for a few years, but he’d be a great dad. I think Ridge would be too.” Isabella nudged me back, waving at Sheamus who had spotted her. 

“I think we are a ways away from having children, we haven’t been dating that long or talked about marriage.” I watched Ridge when I responded. He now had a little girl on his shoulder posing for a picture. 

Isabella snorted in response, drawing my attention back to her. “You may not have talked about it, but I see the way you look at each other. Especially when you think no one is watching. You’ve both got it bad.” she winked, turning her attention to the approaching men now that the crowd has dissipated.  

“When did you get here, love?’ Stephen pulled Isabella into a tight hug and kiss while Ridge reached for our bags. 

“My plane landed about an hour ago, I followed the crowd to your gate.” she giggled in response, nodding her head at Ridge. “Hey Ridge, here you’ve kidnapped my cousin.” 

Ridge shrugged and pulled me close. “Turns out I'm not very good at being away from her.”

“Alright don’t get them started on that or we’ll miss our bus to the hotel.” Sheamus barked, pulling Isabella along though she shot me a raised eyebrow over her shoulder. 

The show in Belfast was a hard hitting victory for the Brawling Brutes over Hit Row. I almost felt bad for Hit Row, the fans were clearly on the side of their fellow countrymen. Sheamus and Ridge had made plans to drive to the next show. We had an extra day between shows and it allowed Isabella and I to see more of the country. 

Sitting on the chair in our room, I snorted at a section in the book I was editing, causing Ridge to look at me from where he was shaving in the bathroom. 

“Is it the boob guy again?” he wiggled his eyebrows in reference to one of my authors who had no idea how to describe women’s anatomy. Then proceeded to wash his face off. 

I laughed in response, “no this is just the third time i’ve read this trend and I just don’t get it. Let me show you. Come here” I placed the paperwork down and stood to beckon him towards me. “Okay so in the book a girl might be looking down or looking away, she's distraught or for whatever reason and the guy gets his finger”

“Oh?” Ridge raised his eyebrow with a grin, “and?”

“And he lifts her chin up like…like look at me. You know? Think sexy.” I illustrated, using my finger on my own chin. 

 “Sexy? I ooze sexy. I got this. Let me try.” He rolled his shoulder and cracked his neck while I stifled a giggle “okay, stand over there” he pointed to the wall behind me. “Ready?”

 I nodded, biting my lip to keep from laughing. I leaned against the wall and looked down. I felt him approach and place one arm above my head, his body heat easily reaching me from the small space between us. His other hand slowly lifted my chin to look at him. His nose gently pressed against mine when I met his eyes and I realized why this trend was used. The gleam in his eyes when he met mine before glancing down at my lips made my breath hitch and I was suddenly very aware that he was only wearing shorts and the solid expanse of muscle that was his chest was pressing into me. My knees buckled slightly but Ridge caught me easily, a grin spreading across his face. 

“Where you going?” His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me up his body. “Where you going huh?” I laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist as he turned towards the bed. “You’re coming with me.” 

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Lyssa was radiating nervousness beside me. We were backstage at the Manchester show, waiting in the parking lot behind the arena for my family to arrive. She hadn’t stopped fidgeting with her clothes since we arrived. I grabbed her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze when I saw their car pull in and headed over to it. 

“Ridgey!!” my mum yelled the second she exited the car and I wrapped her in a hug, Lyssa waiting off to the side. She fussed over me for a second before my dad got around the car and clapped me on the back. 

I hugged him in return before turning to grab Lyssa’s hand and pull her forward. “Mum, Dad, this is Lyssa Hutchinson.” 

Mum rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. Lyssa seemed shocked at first but hugged her back with a shy smile in my direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ridge has told us so much about you!”

“It’s an honor to meet you as well” Lyssa replied, shaking my dad’s hand when mum released her. “I’m very happy to be here.” 

“We’re glad to have you, and get to see Ridge’s show in person. We haven’t been to once since Clash at the Castle.” Mum wrapped her arm through Lyssa’s. “Are Stephen and Peter here? I’d like to say hi before the show.” She started heading towards the door with Lyssa in tow, dad and I followed. 

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“No, no, I can’t possibly eat anymore.” Lyssa laughed as mum tried to share the chocolate dessert with her. They had become friends quickly. Dad told me they talked the entire show and then proceeded to scream louder than anyone during their match. “Excuse me, I have to visit the restroom” Lyssa pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving the table. I watched her until she turned the corner to the restroom only to look back and find my parents watching me. 

“I think you’ve got yourself a real good one son.” Dad grinned, nodding his head in the direction Lyssa had gone. 

“I know, she’s amazing in every way.” I agreed. I looked at mum who was still watching me. “You ok?”

“She’s the one isn’t she?” her eyes welled up a little and I cleared my throat. 

Nodding my head, I grinned. “Ya mum, she’s my heart.” 

“I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” she replied, smiling at Lyssa when she came back to the table. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 4

My Blurb: I have a new method of writing and I am thrilled that it seems to be helping me move parts quicker. Also that Celtic Warrior Workout added some mojo. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: This is loosely based on the events of Smackdown last week.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: mentions of blood, a few cuss words.

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“He’s in a pretty bad mood right now.” Butch tried one more time to get me to head home with Isabella.

“You mentioned that, but I want to wait. I absolve all of you of any of the consequences.” My hands on my hips and my head held high I stared down the three others in the locker room. 

Butch shrugged, grabbing his bag and headed out the door. Sheamus sighed but followed suit telling Isabella he’d pull the car around. I lowered my defenses a little when it was just me and her left. Smackdown was airing live only an hour away so we had driven down to surprise the guys. They had spotted us easily in the crowd when they came out, both of them grinning at us.

The plan had been for Isabella to drive back with Sheamus and me to ride back with Ridge. But then Ridge had gotten injured in a match against the Viking Raiders. He’d been shoved into the stairs and while I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, his head was bleeding profusely and he wasn’t able to get back in and break up the pin resulting in them losing. Butch and Sheamus had helped him to medical while we rushed to their locker room to wait for an update. Sheamus had come back and informed us he’d busted his head open on the stairs and they were working on getting him stitched up. Butch had followed a while later with the news they were checking for a concussion and he had wanted me to head home, he’d call later. 

I adamantly refused. Our relationship had been going really well over the last month, he had agreed to come with me to the wedding without hesitation and I had never felt more comfortable with someone. I didn’t feel right about leaving him when he was injured. Plus if he had a concussion he shouldn’t drive himself home. Isabella seemed to read the worry on my face, stepping forward and grabbing my hand. “I’m sure he’s ok, they have top notch medical staff. But if he’s in a bad mood, do you really want to be here for that?” 

“I’m not afraid of him Isabella, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just left him here alone? Would you leave Sheamus?” I stared at her pointedly, already knowing the answer. Sheamus had suffered several injuries in his career and she had always been by his side. 

She smirked in reply, nodding her head. “So girlfriend? Pretty serious.” 

I rolled my eyes in response, blushing a little. We hadn’t exactly put a label on what we were yet. “He makes me feel safe, like nothing bad can happen if he's around and I don't have to be so on edge with him. I can just relax and be me.” 

She stared at me for a second before responding, “Alright, let me know when you get home though.” I nodded in agreement, hugging her before she left the room and flopping down on the couch to wait. 

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I stalked down the hallway after being released from medical. The remaining people backstage moved out of my way quickly. No sign of a concussion, thankfully, just a nasty cut above my eyebrow and the guarantee of a black eye in the morning. I rubbed my hand down my face as I headed to our locker room. I hated losing but losing and getting injured in a match that Lyssa was at made my blood boil. Reaching the door I slammed it open harder than necessary, not expecting the startled squeak that erupted from the small couch in the corner. 

“Jesus, Ridge! You scared the shit out of me!” Lyssa jumped up with wide eyes, clutching her chest. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still here. I told Butch to tell you to head home.” I groaned, plopping down on the couch she had vacated, my head was starting to hurt. 

She put a hand on her hip, turning to face me with a raised eyebrow. “He told me, I told him no.” 

“You waited for me?” I leaned forward looking at her with a grin. 

She sat down beside me, leaning her head against my arm. “Of course I waited for you. I wasn’t going to drive back by myself with the newlyweds. Plus aren’t you like my boyfriend or something?” Lifting her head she gently tilted my head to inspect the stitches on my brow.

I chuckled, my injuries forgotten at her question. The warm feeling that always accompanied her presence flowing through me, “Ya, I guess I am.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She blushed then grimaced, “You need a shower, you smell.” I laughed in response pulling her, despite her squeal, into a hug before standing up and heading to the attached shower room. 

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I heard the shower turn on and pulled my phone out. My heart had finally returned to normal after Ridge had burst into the room scaring the crap out of me. The joke about being my boyfriend had been meant to lighten the bad mood he was obviously in after being injured and losing. It had helped though, plus we got to skip the awkward what are we conversation. 

Pulling up my Doordash app, I paced the room while ordering some food, finishing right when I heard the water stop. A second later Ridge appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and another rubbing his hair dry. He draped it around his neck when I approached, holding the ends in his hands.  

“Smell better now?” he smiled and I stepped closer to him, taking an exaggerated whiff of his chest. 

Before I could answer, I caught sight of a drop of water running down his neck, between his pecs and across his abs, disappearing when it hit the towel. My mouth went dry and I resisted the sudden urge to trace its path with my tongue. Several makeout sessions with me on his lap had given me a decent idea of what Ridge was packing under the towel. I didn’t think I was quite ready for that and he never pushed. Clearing my throat I tore my gaze from the spot the drop disappeared to find Ridge staring at me, his pupils dilated. “Much better. I um, I ordered some chinese, it will be delivered to my place in about an hour and a half.” 

“Your place?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. His normally gravel town had taken on a growly edge that made me shiver.

‘Is that ok? You have a head injury.” I pointed to the stitches above his eyebrow. “You aren’t supposed to be alone or go to sleep right?” Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? 

“That’s for a concussion. Which I don’t have.” he grinned at me. 

“Oh, well…if you’d rather just go home and get some rest, I can get an Uber.” I was blushing and babbling but I couldn’t seem to stop. I had seen him in his ring gear for goodness sake. This towel was covering more than that did. Get it together Lyssa. 

Ridge reached for me, placing his hands on my shoulders and rubbing them down my arms. “I’m not letting my girl take an uber home and eat alone after she waited this late for me after a show.” he pressed another kiss to my forehead and I took a minute to bask in his warmth. “I'll get dressed and then we can head out.” 

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Lyssa insisted on driving on the way home. She countered my argument of it being my car with her own of me being injured and needing to rest. Anyone could say I let her win but there was no competition when she looked up at me with a determined look on her face. It was either hand her the keys so she could skip to the driver side or press her up against the passenger side and show her how not injured I was. I hadn’t missed the way she looked at me in the locker room and my body had reacted, making me wonder if I needed another, much colder, shower.

The past month had made it abundantly clear that Lyssa’s love language was physical touch. She liked to be touching me when we were together and I would be hard pressed to find a reason not to enjoy it. Even now while driving, she had snuck her hand over into mine once we hit the interstate. She sang softly along with the radio, clearly trying to let me get some rest. I rubbed my thumb along her hand, bringing it to my mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She looked at me with a smile and a slight brush. She always had that reaction and it made me think her last boyfriend must not have been into small gestures of affection. 

The ibuprofen had kicked in and I was feeling better by the time she pulled my SUV into the spot beside her car. She stretched when I opened her door and she hopped out, immediately taking my hand as we headed up to her apartment. 

“I’m going to go change, the food should be here any minute.” she tossed her jacket on the counter before heading to her room. I took off my boots and hoodie before heading to the kitchen to grab drinks. Setting them on the coffee table right when a knock on the door signaled the arrival of our food. Thanking the delivery girl I turned to see Lyssa appear from the bathroom wearing leggings and the hoodie I realized was missing a few days ago. My third one to be exact. 

“You stole another one of my hoodies?” I asked, carrying the food to the coffee table. 

“You left it here, it’s mine now.” she shrugged, opening the containers before grabbing one and sitting back on the couch with her legs up. “Plus it’s warm. How are you not cold right now?” she pointed her chopsticks at my shorts and t-shirt. 

I joined her on the couch, pulling her legs onto my lap before grabbing my food. “It looks better on you anyway. I don’t get cold easily. I’m a big guy.” I flexed an arm to illustrate my point, causing her to laugh.

By the time we had finished eating, she had made her way into my lap, telling me about the new author who just could not string a sentence together and had no idea how to write a woman. “If he mentions her “buxom bosoms” one more time, I’m throwing it across the room.” she sighed dramatically, laying her head on my chest with a yawn.

“You should get to bed. It’s late.” I chuckled, rubbing her back. 

“I don’t want you to go, you’re warm.” she paused. “And I was worried about you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. 

“Injuries are part of the job, but I can’t help but like that you were worried about me cor meum” I admitted as she settled more comfortably against me. 

“She yawned before asking, “Why do you call me that?”

“It means ‘my heart’ in Latin. It’s what my dad calls my mum, I never understood why until I met you. It just seems to fit you.” I looked at her nervously, but she had a soft smile on her face. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked then tensed immediately, “I don’t mean like sex…not that you aren’t or I don’t want…I just mean…sleeping...ugh” she tried to crawl off my lap clearly embarrassed but I held her to me tightly. 

“You should be warned, I've been told I cuddle like a koala.” I laughed standing while still holding onto her. 

“Sounds like I can get rid of a few blankets then.” she reached for the lights as we made our way down the hall. 

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The Day Before You ~ Part 8

My Blurb: Sorry for the slow updates. I have been busy but hopefully things re calming down again. I have one more chapter and an epilogue currently planned for this story but that could change if given proper inspiration. DAMMIT SMACKDOWN GIVE ME MORE THAN JUST A GLACE OF HIM EVERY WEEK! Ahem, anyway if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I have no clue if there’s a club at the address I put and I definitely made up everything about the world tour and how they would air. Also I have nothing against Emilia (Millie) as a wrestler or person, I went through the rosters and she’s the one who stood out to me as fitting the persona the best.  

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Violence against a woman, caveman Ridge

Tagging: @pioched​​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​​ @pikapuff-316​​  @raynachaoss​​  @thebookwormcat​​

Read First: The Day Before You Masterlist 

Also Check Out: Main Masterlist 

I sighed as I looked at my phone. No notifications and I had checked every app possible. I tried not to get frustrated but how in this day and age could we not get ahold of each other? Was he ignoring me? The three week, twelve stop, world tour had kicked off and the Canada and Mexico stops had been fine but something happened after they got to Australia for the third stop. We kept getting disconnected, messages not sending or being received. Completely different time zones weren't helping anything either. I had just chalked it up to being part of dating a wrestler, I loved Ridge and I trusted him. 

But while watching Raw from Tokyo, stop 4 of their tour,  I was surprised when Emilia McKenzie made her main roster debut as a female member of The Brawling Brutes. It made sense, they were in a feud with Judgement Day and were constantly being undermined by Rhea Ripley who they couldn’t lay a finger on. I also knew Butch had teamed with her on the Indies several times. The part that had me checking my phone repeatedly was her draped across Ridge’s back as they stood on the ramp, finally victorious with Emilia there to down Rhea. Biting my thumbnail, I waited for a call or text or anything from him for an hour after their segment ended before calling Isabella.

“Hey, did you see Raw?” I immediately asked when she answered.

Her voice was groggy like she had been asleep, “Ya, until their segment was done then I headed to bed.”

“Did you know Emilia was going to be joining them?” I prayed I sounded casual. 

“Ya they just found out today, I guess it had been talked about months ago but it just got decided. Some type of scheduling conflict with her other contracts. I’m surprised Ridge didn’t say something.” 

I bit my lip, trying not to feel hurt. “I haven’t talked to him…” stopping when I could feel my voice start to crack. 

“He must still be having phone issues.” she paused, “Lyssa? I know what you’re thinking. Ridge isn’t like Astaire. He’s crazy about you.”

“It’s probably just phone issues like you said.” I was anxious to get off the phone before my emotions got the better of me. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Love you.” I hung up before I could hear her reply. Taking a deep breath and checking my phone again, still nothing. I got ready for bed in a daze. One part of me fighting that Ridge loved me and this was all a communication issue, the other confident that something was going on and he was using phone issues as an excuse. 

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I swore as my phone refused to connect to anything. We were in Germany for Smackdown and I hadn’t talked to Lyssa since Sunday. Isabella had told Sheamus it sounded like she had been hurt about Emelia, not that I could blame her. I hadn’t expected to be so touchy with Emilia. Holding her back from Rhea, her hanging on me during our intro and exits. Even my attempts to use Sheamus or Ridge’s phones to get ahold of her had failed and I was almost desperate to talk to her. 

“You alright Ridge?” Butch’s voice cut into my thoughts. 

I rubbed my hand across my face, throwing my phone in my bag. “Still can’t get ahold of Lyssa. She either doesn’t answer or I can’t get anything to send out.” 

He smirked, “You’ve got it bad huh?” 

I stared at him, nodding my head, “Ya, I think I do. It’s killing me not talking to her or seeing her. I don’t know how I'm going to make it another week and a half.” 

“Then don’t.” Butch shrugged. 

I opened my mouth to reply but closed it when Sheamus entered our locker room followed by Emilia who didn’t bother checking that we were dressed before barging in. “Oi! Let me make sure they’ve got pants on!” he yelled.

“You act like I've never seen a dick. You all are worse than women.” She rolled her eyes.

“And the fact that we are all in committed relationships with women who don’t want to share has nothing to do with it?” I pointed out, raising my eyebrow at her. 

She shrugged in a way that was eerily similar to Butch’s. They had been friends for years, he had been one of her trainers when she started wrestling. When Hunter had brought up having a woman join our group months ago she was the first one that came up as an option. I had to admit, she was perfect for the role, fitting in with our rough and tumble personas well. I sighed, wishing I had had a chance to give Lyssa a head’s up. After what she went through with her ex, I didn’t want to give her the slightest indication that I couldn’t be faithful. 

Butch’s words repeated in my head and I thought back to her words on our first date: “I want to see more though. I’d love to see so many places. I’m sure England isn’t a big deal to you but I would love to see it and Scotland.” I grabbed my phone to double check our travel schedule, grinning at the gap and our next stop. 

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“Lyssa Hutchinson, you give me that phone and take a shot!” Claire yelled at me, returning to our table with a tray of shots and other drinks. I hadn’t heard from Ridge in almost a week, I'd stopped calling him a few days ago. I didn’t want to be that girl, the one who couldn’t take a hint. I had also ignored Isabella’s last few calls and watched a movie instead of Smackdown last night. Claire had talked me into going to this new club tonight and I had considered passing but decided against it when I caught myself deciding what kind of ice cream I should grab. I wasn’t going to sit at home and cry about it, I was going to go out and get drunk. Really drunk. That would help. I handed my phone to Claire who shoved it in her back pocket and handed me a shot. 

Two hours later and I was feeling much better. Claire and I were on the dance floor, she was grinding on a hot blonde while I just let the music and alcohol guide my swaying. A few guys had tried to buy me drinks or join me but I just waved them away. I wasn’t in the mood for men at the moment and plus they all seemed so…small. Dammit stop comparing everyone to Ridge. I was berating myself when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I felt a breath on my neck and turned my head, prepared to send another guy packing when I looked up into Astaire’s smug face. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” his hands held my hips tightly, not letting me pull away from him. “Where’s your new boy toy?”

“Let go of me” I insisted, ignoring his question about Ridge and looking around to try and see where Claire had gone. 

“Come on baby, just one dance” I trembled when his hand groped my ass and I tried to pull away but he pulled me back hard enough to feel his dick against my back. The pleasant buzz I had going was effectively ruined as I searched more frantically for someone I knew. “You must have broken up hmmh? Can’t imagine he would leave you all by yourself in a club looking like this.” 

I froze in his arms. Dammit I didn’t need Ridge or anyone else to defend me. I was a strong, independent woman and I was so fucking tired of Astaire’s shit. I relaxed back into his body. The second he felt me relax he ran his hands up my arms and I felt his breath closer to my neck. I moved quickly, swinging my arm back and turning with all my might, landing a punch directly on his nose. 

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“Pick up, Lyssa. Where are you?” I muttered, making my way back to my car. As soon as I had landed I headed to her place. I hadn’t bothered packing luggage, knowing I’d be taking a flight out in 12 hours. Anything I needed I could buy, I didn’t want anything to slow me down from getting to Lyssa. The second I had turned my phone back on it had started blowing up with all the messages and calls that I had missed. Making a mental note to check on my international plan when I had time I tried Lyssa’s cell again, surprised when I heard a voice pickup. 

“Hello?” The voice on the other end was not Lyssa’s and I pulled the phone away from my ear to double check I had hit the right number.

“Where is Lyssa?” I growled. 

“Trying to drink you away. I’m in charge of keeping her from calling you. I only answered because her phone’s been blowing up non stop.” the voice I now recognized as Claire replied. 

“Dammit, I just got back in town, I need to find her. Where is she?” I started my car, I could hear music in the background, they had to be at one of the clubs downtown. 

“You’re back in town? Aren’t you supposed to be on a world tour?” she paused before gasping, “Oh my gosh did you fly all the way back just so you could see her?” 

“Yes, I want her to come back with me. Now, where are you?” I tried to sound patient, I swear I was trying. 

“Hmmm, that’s actually really sweet. We’re at the new club on Bumbry and Maine. I’ll go find her.” Claire sounded excited now.

“You aren’t with her?” I floored the gas. 

“No, I was about to hook up with a blonde hottie. Thanks for ruining that by the way.” The music grew louder as she headed back to the main area. 

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” I hung up and threw my phone in the passenger seat. 

Five minutes later I had found a parking spot and stalked into the club. No one tried to stop me, but they gave me a wide berth. I probably looked like a bouncer but I was glad for it. I spotted Lyssa on the dance floor and my heart dropped. She was wearing a tight red skirt and a black tank top and was leaning into Astaire. I only paused a moment before moving through the crowd towards them, shocked when she tensed and I saw her hand form a fist. She swung with enough force to push Astaire backwards. She winced and held her hand. I’d have to teach her how to throw a punch. Astaire looked shocked for a second as he held his nose but his face quickly morphed into one of rage and he advanced on Lyssa who was stepping backwards. Good girl, don’t turn your back on an opponent. His hand reached to grab her as I burst through the crowd, shoving her behind me and grabbing his wrist. 

“I warned you what would happen if you touched her again.” I growled, feeling Lyssa’s hand in the back of my shirt. 

“She punched me!” his voice sounded nasally and I felt a hint of pride that her punch had done damage. 

I twisted his wrist and he grimaced. “You’re right, plus I’ve changed my mind about breaking your hand.” I could see some of his buddies approaching from behind him. I couldn’t be involved in an all out brawl at a nightclub per my contract. 

Astaire visibly relaxed when I released his wrist. “If you don’t want anyone touching your whore, don’t let her out of the house dressed like that.” Astaire smirked when Lyssa gasped behind me. 

I cracked my knuckles, “Is that so?” before swinging my fist towards him. I connected directly under his jaw and he staggered backwards into his friends, knocked out cold. They caught him and met my gaze, holding their hands up and dragging him away. 

I turned to find Lyssa staring at him, mouth hanging open. She turned to face me but I grabbed her around the waist before she could speak, flinging her over my shoulder and turning towards the exit. I heard her squeak my name but I squeezed the hand on her thigh. Claire stumbled out of the crowd carrying Lyssa’s phone, jacket and purse. “Thank you for your help earlier.” I nodded, grabbing the items from her hands. 

“You can put me down now.” Lyssa whispered when we reached my car. I slowly let her slide down my body, steadying her when her feet hit the pavement. She looked at the ground before raising her head to look at me, her lip trembled and her eyes were watery.

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I stared at Ridge, trying to keep the tears that were threatening at bay. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he appeared in the club. One second a furious Astaire was advancing on me and the next I was safely behind the width of Ridge’s back as he knocked Astaire out with one punch. That reminded me of the pain in my own hand that roared to life as my adrenaline waned. 

“We need to get some ice on that.” Ridge opened the passenger door and helped me in, placing my purse and jacket on the floorboard and my phone in my lap before heading to the driver's side. 

“Why are you…” I trailed off when I saw the hundreds of notifications on my phone. Missed calls, voicemails, text messages, dms all lighting up from Ridge. “Your phone really wasn’t working?”

“I don’t know what happened. I’ve never had that problem before, I’ll get a hold of the company tomorrow. It’s like every force in the universe was trying to stop me from talking to you.” Ridge spared me a glance as he headed back to my apartment. 

“I…I thought you…that maybe you…” I shook my head trying to clear the lump in my throat. 

Ridge grabbed my uninjured hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing it. “I know and I can’t blame you with your past.” 

I could only nod my head feeling ashamed that I had jumped so quickly to the worst conclusion. When we reached my building he hurried to my side and we walked in silence to the apartment. He led me to the kitchen, lifting me up on the counter before turning to the freezer. He grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and a towel before returning to me, taking my wrist in his hand. “You didn’t break anything but maybe leave the punching to me until I can teach you to do it properly.” he grinned, placing the cold veggies and towel on my hand. 

“I definitely will.” I smiled at him, looking around the room I realized I didn’t see any luggage anywhere. “Where’s your bag?” 

“I didn’t bring anything, I have to catch a flight back in 10 hours.” he replied, looking at his watch. He slid me down off the counter before leading me to my room. “Where’s your suitcase? You have a passport right?” 

“Wait, what? Why do I need those?” I stared at him rummaging around my closet. 

He turned back to me, crossing the room until he stood directly in front of me, lifting his hand to my face. “I want you to look at me when I tell you this.” When I nodded he continued, “There’s nothing going on with me and Emilia. She doesn’t hold a candle to you. I love you. Not talking to you for six days almost killed me. I can’t do it for another week and a half and I don’t have time to get my phone sorted out before I’m due back in Paris for the next show. You said you wanted to travel, I have to travel, so come with me. Take a vacation or bring work with you, I don’t care as long as I get to see you everyday. The tour ends two hours from my hometown. I want you to meet my parents, see where I grew up. I want to see your face when you visit the places you told me you wanted to see.”

I stared at him open mouthed as a warmth bloomed in my chest and my eyes welled up with tears again. “You want me to meet your parents?” I whispered and he nodded. “My suitcase is in the top back corner of my closet. 

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The Day Before You ~ Masterlist

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance. 

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: A couple cuss words currently, smut in chapters marked with *

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6*

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9*

Epilogue

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Wrestling ~ Masterlist

Welcome to my wrestling masterlist!

*NOTE: Some of these stories were in progress when I was only writing wrestling stories and posting them on my wrestling blog. I don’t want to lose the notes so some chapters/masterlists may link to my wrestling blog instead of this one!*

Hold You Up Masterlist

Summary: Kiya had left the states after a bad break-up to pursue a new career with the NXT UK Division. Her plan was to lay low and do her job, not find two alphas.

Pairing: Fabian Aichner x OFC Kiya Bryant x Marcel Barthel

Warnings: A/B/O - Soulmate Marks, Fluff, Fear of Airplanes, Asshole Ex-Boyfriend, Future Sexy TImes (I will note those), Polyamorous Relationship

Status: Finished

Heartbeat Masterlist

Summary: It’s not hard for a girl to lose IT these days, unless your brother happens to be an overprotective giant. Adalynn hadn’t taken the stylist job with her brother to worry about it anyway. She just wanted to concentrate on her new career and ignore her brother’s way too handsome friend.

Pairing: EC3 x OFC Adalynn Strowman

Warnings: Smut, Virginity, Fluff

Status: Finished

Yours Masterlist

Summary: Skye Simmons is all set to start her new career and join her boyfriend in Florida. Until she finds out her boyfriend is in a feud with her soulmate. But does she even believe in soulmates? And will she choose to stay with what’s familiar and safe or take a chance?

Pairing: Dominik Dijakovic x OFC Skye Simmons

Warnings: Smut, cheating boyfriends, emotionally abusive parents

Status: Finished

The Day Before You Masterlist

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance. 

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: A couple cuss words, sexy times

Status: Finished

From The Ground Up Masterlist

Summary: Drew’s been in the wrestling business a long time and seen his fair share of Alpha & Omega drama. He’s certain when he finds his Omega this won’t be a problem, until the scent of mangos fill his senses and Cassidy Riley strolls into his life and he realizes a real relationship has to be built from the ground up.

Pairing: Alpha Drew McIntyre x Omega OFC Cassidy Riley

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics

Status: In Progress