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Nasty Dancer III

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

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Aphrodite’s friends—Mona, India, and Jatae—were gathered around her, their laughter and chatter forming a soft, comforting hum in the background as they readied themselves for the night ahead. The evening was meant to be a celebration of many things, though it felt a little complicated for Aphrodite. A call-up to the main roster in WWE was a huge achievement, one that deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. But tonight, there was something more she was trying to escape: the weight of her past. The weight of Joseph.

Mona, India, and Jatae were all there for her, each a vital part of the mosaic of her life. They had known Aphrodite since they were young girls in elementary school, and their bond had only strengthened over the years. Through every milestone, every heartbreak, and every success, they had been there. And tonight, they knew their role was no different: to help Aphrodite forget, if only for a few hours, the pain that still lingered from her breakup with Joseph—the man who had once been everything to her, but now, only a painful memory.

Dinner had been at Giselle, a fusion restaurant that had been their spot for as long as Aphrodite could remember. The city lights shimmered outside the windows of the sleek, upscale fusion restaurant. The hustle of the streets below was muffled by the heavy glass, but the energy of the night still found its way through—an electric hum that Aphrodite couldn’t quite ignore. The food had been good, but the company was what had really gotten her through.

The air was filled with the scent of truffle oil and seared tuna, but it was the conversation that mattered. Mona was the first to bring up the subject they all knew was on Aphrodite’s mind. They knew how much the breakup with Joseph had hurt her. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship, it was the loss of something even more significant: a future she had once thought was hers. The baby. The miscarriage. All the unspoken words, the guilt, the grief.

Jatae, always the protector, had been especially vocal about encouraging Aphrodite to speak to Joseph. To talk about the miscarriage, to not hold everything inside. She knew her friend’s silence wasn’t helping her heal. But Aphrodite wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to face Joseph—not after everything that had happened. Not after he’d broken her heart and not after she’d lost their child. Jatae had pushed. Jatae had supported. But it wasn’t until Aphrodite exploded at Joseph in an elevator, nearly screaming at him about the baby they almost had, that she realized how much the loss still consumed her.

And when she did, when she saw Jatae's look of concern, it had been the first time Aphrodite had seen the rawness of what she was carrying inside. But even then, Jatae hadn’t said "I told you so." She didn’t need to. She just offered to spend the week with Aphrodite, to help her get through it, however long it would take.

Now, an hour later, as the night morphed into something more vibrant and electric, they found themselves at the nightclub. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor beneath their feet, and the colorful lights flickered overhead, splashing over the crowd like liquid rainbows. The atmosphere was infectious. The energy was real. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of distraction, and for a while, it was. Mona had Aphrodite laughing so hard that the ache in her chest seemed to ease just a little.

But then Joseph walked in.

Aphrodite’s stomach dropped, her eyes briefly meeting his from across the crowded room. He was with his cousins, Jacob and Zilla, along with a few other people Aphrodite didn’t recognize. She had heard that Joseph was a regular at this club, but seeing him in person felt like a punch to the gut. He didn’t seem to notice her at first, his attention on his own group, but as fate would have it, Yami—Jacob’s girlfriend, who also happened to work for WWE and was one of Aphrodite’s friends—spotted her from across the room.

“Hey, girl!” Yami called out, making her way over to Aphrodite’s section, her bright smile lighting up the space between them. The two shared a quick, genuine hug before Yami glanced at Joseph, then back at Aphrodite.

“Hey,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady, though her heart was racing. She caught a glimpse of India’s narrowed eyes in her peripheral vision. India, the one who always kept an eye out for Aphrodite, the one who had never fully trusted Joseph, was already sizing him up.

Zilla, noticing the shift in the energy, leaned over and asked Mona if it was okay for them to join the girls in their section. Mona, ever the peacemaker, was quick to answer with a warm smile.

“The more, the merrier,” she said, though there was an edge to her voice that Aphrodite could hear, even through the music.

The song "Thuggin" by Big Boogie began to play, and the bass surged through the club, the rhythm like a heartbeat in the dark. Aphrodite let herself be swept into the music. She needed to feel alive again, to forget. Mona was right there beside her, dancing like they always had, and soon enough, Aphrodite found herself twerking against Mona’s body. The world around her blurred as the music consumed her, the alcohol warming her veins. For a few moments, she felt untouchable, invincible, and free from the weight of her emotions.

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

Aphrodite knew Joseph was watching. She could feel it—the heat of his gaze burning through her skin like a memory she couldn’t erase. But she refused to look back. Instead, she kept dancing, focusing on Mona, who was matching her moves with a playful grin.

Meanwhile, Zilla leaned over and whispered something in Mona’s ear. Mona’s face lit up with a mischievous smile, and a few seconds later, the shift in seating took place. Without Aphrodite noticing, Mona and Joseph switched places, so now Joseph was seated behind her, his presence like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

India, who had been silently observing the whole situation, shook her head. She knew what Mona was trying to do. She knew Mona had a tendency to push things to the edge, to stir up emotions that Aphrodite wasn’t ready to face. India didn’t like it, and she wasn’t about to let it go down without a fight.

“Jatae,” India muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, “She’s doing it again. You know what she’s trying to do.���

Jatae, ever the calm one, simply grabbed India by the arm. “Let it be, India,” she said softly. “Let her handle this in her own way.”

But even Jatae couldn’t ignore the way the night was unfolding. The tension in the air was thick, almost tangible, like a storm on the horizon. Aphrodite felt it, too. The alcohol was loosening her inhibitions, but the feelings were still there, lurking beneath the surface. She wasn’t ready to deal with Joseph, but here he was, in her space, as if fate was forcing them to face what they hadn’t finished.

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

She could feel Joseph’s breath on her skin as he tugged her down onto his lap. His hands moved instinctively along her sides, tracing the contours of her body like he had done so many times before. And Aphrodite, in her slightly drunken haze, let herself lean back against his chest.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she told him, her voice low and almost defiant.

Joseph’s lips brushed her ear as he replied, his voice dark and steady. “I think it does.”

Before Aphrodite could respond, India, who had seen enough, rushed over and yanked her away from Joseph’s lap. “Bathroom break,” she said firmly, her grip tight on Aphrodite’s arm as she dragged her away.

Once in the bathroom, India didn’t hold back. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration.

Aphrodite, feeling the alcohol start to dull the edges of her thoughts, shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you still love him?” India asked, already knowing the answer. “Of course you do. I don’t know why I even asked.”

Aphrodite sighed, but before she could respond, India went on a mini rant about how Joseph had hurt her, how he didn’t deserve her. Aphrodite didn’t have the energy to argue, but when India’s words started to sting, she snapped.

“Enough!” Aphrodite screamed. “I love you, and I know you’re looking out for me, but please stop. Let me figure things out on my own.”

India pouted, the hurt evident in her eyes, but she nodded silently. “I just don’t want you hurt again. Especially by him,” she said softly.

Aphrodite leaned into her, holding onto her tightly. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

In the quiet bathroom, the music from the club still thrummed faintly in the distance, but in that moment, everything else faded away. Aphrodite felt a strange sense of clarity, as though, for the first time in months, she was beginning to untangle the knots in her heart.

Tonight wasn’t about finding answers. It wasn’t about solving everything. It was about taking a breath. Letting go of the past, even if just for a few hours. And with her friends by her side, Aphrodite realized that, maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Next: Chapter Four

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get it together | s.sikoa

summary ⇢ emelie wants to work it out, she love's sefa too much to give up, but he needs to meet her hallway. word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. angst(kinda) and explicit language. author’s corner ⇢ thank u for the request, @bratzzzdoll this was an absolute thrill to write and hope you like it! x "i don't really wanna stay, i don't really wanna go."

Emelie brushes her hair into a neat ponytail. She stares into her vanity for a long moment, takes in her facial features then gently brushes under her eyes and takes a deep breath. Emelie feels tired, she looks tired, but she presents a front to the world where everything is perfect. There was a time when everything felt perfect, but perfect doesn’t exist in this life.

Downstairs, Emelie stands in the kitchen, prepping dinner. Cooking is her safe space and anytime she needs a moment to herself, she can’t help but cook a random meal she found online or bake so many sweets she’d have to ask her friends to come over and take them before she eats it all.

The house is quieter than usual, deciding against playing music tonight so she can be fully alone with her thoughts.

Sefa should’ve been home by now, but as of late, he’s come home later and later.

What has become of their relationship? There used to be a time when he’d be home the second he was done with training or with work. He’d burst through the door and wrap his arms around her and smother her in kisses then they’d eat dinner on the couch. Yet, now, he’d stay out late with his friends and she’d barely get a kiss.

They’re complacent.

Several years down in their relationship, nothing is progressing past the point of being boyfriend and girlfriend. They don’t officially live together, there’s no talk about the future and what’s to come.

Emelie gets it, truly, she gets it. WWE is demanding and he has relationships to foster through that tight schedule, but she’s taken the back seat in his life — on the totem pole, she’s found herself at the bottom.

How do they reconcile this?

“Emz?” His voice reverberates through the house.

“In the kitchen,” Emelie shouts as she moves to a different sauce pan. She hears the kitchen door open. “Hey, baby.”

Sefa peeks over her shoulder at the food, “I’ve had a long day.” He groans.

“Oh? What happened?” Emilie focuses on the fish she’s cooking.

Without a kiss, or acknowledging her, Sefa goes on to complain about his training and the myriad of other issues with his upcoming storyline. There’s a point where Emilie zones out, looking up and out of the window at the sink.

“I’m sorry it was so bad,” Emelie rubs his shoulder and sets his dinner in front of him. “Want a drink?”

“Nah, actually, Imma go shower and put the game on.”

Emelie watched him stand from the table with his plate and walk away. She takes a step forward then immediately stops. For a moment a pang hits her chest and she wants to say something, but instead she goes to finish the dishes in the sink. Her hands work roughly on the pans as her breathing quickens. She wants to kick, scream, and cry for him to see how she feels.

The simplest route is the hardest one and it rings in her ear: Emelie just leave.

She loves Sefa more than anything. They’ve gone through so much together, they’ve been through rough patches and those were easier than the pain she’s suffering now. This isn’t the love they’ve grown through the years. It makes her question whether or not there’s someone else.

“There’s no one else.” Emelie says aloud and drops the pan in the sick. The thought shocks her. It wasn’t a safe or healthy thing to ponder. She knows deep down in her heart that Sefa wouldn’t do that.

After setting the pans to dry and cleaning up, Emelie walks into the living room to see him in front of the TV. Sefa glances back at her then goes back to the TV. She stops behind the sofa and clocks the plate still filled with food.

“You not hungry, Sefa?” Emelie questions softly.

“Nah, I had dinner with the twins earlier.”

Emelie waits for a moment, waits to see if he’ll say anything else, but continues up towards the stairs where her purse sits in the first step. If she didn’t go home tonight, she’d lose her mind. Emelie ponders on it but goes up the stairs. She doesn’t want to leave, but she needs to leave… no, she doesn’t want to leave.

In the bedroom, she stares into the mirror and decides she needs to make a point. If she doesn’t go home, Sefa will think this is okay.

“Emelie?” Sefa clears his throat as he watches her put her jacket on downstairs. “Where you goin’?”

“I’m going home.” She speaks softly while tying her shoelaces. “I need to go home.”

Sefa stands up, “Emz, what’s going on?”

Emelie whips towards him, “Get it together, Sefa, I need to go and if it’s forever is up to you.”

A quick escape is nearly impossible when he rushes in front of her. Emelie stares at him, but it’s not a look filled with anger, it’s one of sadness. She doesn’t want to do this, but her back is against a wall.

“Emelie, baby, talk to me.” Sefa holds her cheeks in the palms of his hand. “What’s going”

“Why do you treat me the way that you, Sefa, we’ve been dating for almost five years and you treat me like I’m a house lady that takes over your space when you’re here. You don’t even come home and kiss me and spend time with me anymore.” Emelie looks down to keep the tears at bay. “And now I’m begging you—”

Sefa wipes a tear off her cheek, “Baby, I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel like that.” He whispers softly and pulls her against his chest. “Please don’t leave, Emz.”

Emelie shuts her eyes for a second, “I just need to go home for the night, Sefa, I need a second.”

“i’m fed up with you not being here with me”

Her house feels colder. Emelie, for the past three years, spent most of her time at Sefa’s house. It was just easier for them to be there. She lived almost an hour away and her job was the midpoint. It was a convenient thing —but he never truly asked her to move it, so much so that she had to pack her bags for weeks at a time. Yet, the past three hours in her own home makes her slightly uncomfortable.

Emelie sits on the edge of her bed on her phone. She sighs at a text message from Sefa. She’s not going to break up with, she loves him too much for that, but Emelie just wants him to understand that there needs to be something more.

The text message makes her smile softly.

sefa: emz, i love you so much and im sorry i haven’t made you feel like i do. but baby, you the love of my life and i promise you’ll never question it ever it again. okay? can you please come home?

Emelie sighs. A second message makes her get out of bed.

sefa: emelie, will you come home? come open the door.

A silly look passes on her face as she makes her way to her front door. She opens it slowly. Sefa stands there with a bowl. He opens it slowly and Emelie can’t help but laugh softly. In the bowl is what looks like some semblance of food, but she’s not sure what.

“I cooked you dinner, and I’m hopin’ we can eat it at home together.” Sefa gives her a sincere grin. “Emelie, forgive me baby and I’ll never take you for granted ever again.”

Emelie stares at him for a second and nods. “I forgive you, baby,”

Sefa sets the bowl down then pulls Emelie into him and plants a soft kiss on her lips. She melts into him and smiles until they pull away.

“I know this is a couple years overdue, but Emz, I want you to move in. I want you to feel comfortable. It’s always been our home and you should feel like it is.” Sefa moves her hair out of her face. “Is it a yes?”

“I just want us to have better communication,” Emelie searches his eyes. “But yes, I’ll move in with you, baby.” She smiles brightly, jumping into his arms.

“You know love is all I need”

Emelie stares into the mirror as she nitpicks her outfit. She spent over an hour trying to figure out what to wear until she landed on a little red dress Sefa bought for her years ago, she paired it with the highest heels she owns, and allowed her curls to fan out over her shoulder. Emelie smiles into the mirror. In all honesty, Sefa hinted at wanting to see her in the outfit tonight, so she obliged.

“Good enough to fuck,” she laughs at herself.

Since moving in, things have been… a work in progress. Things don’t change overnight, but Sefa is better at his communication and it’s made things easier to work on. Most days are easier than others, but five years makes you immune sometimes.

Tonight, Emelie decided to surprise him. In her sexiest outfit, she made his favorite meal, his second favorite dessert and kept his favorite dessert (her), ready to go.

Yet, the clock reads 10 and Emelie finds herself sitting alone at the dinner table. She looks down at her phone with a deep breath. She opens her text messages and sends him one message.

Emelie: hey baby, you coming home soon?

… then another fifteen minutes later.

Emelie: hey, are you okay?

… and another.

Emelie: Sefa. Just let me know you’re alive and safe.

Once the clock reads 11:45, Emelie is past the point of anger. He was supposed to be home at 8:30. She glances at her phone when he finally texts back and her jaw drops.

Sefa: damn emzzz, im otw

A ticking time bomb activates inside of her. She pushes her chair back and grabs the plates of food from the table. Emelie practically kicks down the door of the kitchen and marches to the trash can. Through the anger, she drops the food and the plates into the trash.

“He really must have me fucked up.” She grits.

Emelie paces the kitchen in hopes to calm herself down. Finally, she takes a massive breath and exits the kitchen in time to see Sefa walk through the door. Her eyes zeros in on him and he can see the anger in them.

“Baby, please, just come here.” He immediately runs towards and takes her hand. “Emz, lemme explain and I swear it’ll make sense.”

She doesn’t respond. Emelie can’t find a word to describe her anger nor her disappointment. Everything has been going so good and he goes and fucks it up like this.

“First of all, I’m sorry I ain’t text back or called before.” He cups her face. “I’m sorry about the dinner I know you cooked for us.” Sefa glances back at the table.

Emelie pouts softly as she feels the tears coming, “Sefa, what the fuck is up with you?”

“Baby, just come with me and I’ll show you.”

As hesitant as Emelie was, she followed him out to his car. It wasn’t too long of a drive and confusion knits on her face when they pull into a neighborhood. The houses are extravagant, not that Sefa’s house wasn’t already insane, but these were just insane!

Sefa opens the passenger side door and helps Emelie out.

“What are we doin’ here?” Emelie looks at him. “Whose fucking house is this?”

A look passes on Sefa’s face. He stares at Emelie then smiles, “This our house, baby.”

Emelie doesn’t move and she doesn’t say a word. Her mouth hangs open as she turns to look at it. It’s a house out of her pinterest board dreams.

“You’re fucking lying,” Emelie gasps and walks up to him. “You’re lying, is the bitch you’re fucking living here?” She jokes.

“Baby, the only person I’m fucking is you, and we live here.”

It was all too much. Emelie pulls him closer and crashes her lips onto his. The tears that were at bay earlier fall like a waterfall onto her cheek. Sefa hugs her waist tightly and hums.

“I know I’m not the easiest to love, Emelie, but you deserve this and more.” He peers into her eyes whilst holding her up. “I love you.”

Emelie rubs her nose against his, “I’ll always love, Sefa, no matter what.”

“Wanna go see inside?” Sefa whispers against her lips. “I think you gonna like the bedroom.”

Emelie bites her lip, “Of course.”

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No Limit

Introducing Imani and Sefa. Two college students who spent years at odds with each other. After a crazy night at a frat party, they show their relationships have no limit.

Pairing: Sefa x Imani

Word count: 4,387

This is a oneshot😭 maybe if the creative juices get flowing, a two shot but for now. A ONE SHOT😂

Imani had never met a more insufferable human being in her life than Sefa Fatu.

Unfortunately, she was forced to tolerate him thanks to their mutual friends, who for some reason saw no issue with his presence. Every group outing, every study session, every damn game night—he was always there, breathing the same air as her, making some smart-ass comment that set her blood boiling.

Like now.

“Damn, Imani, you always dress like you’re about to be on a runway. I don’t see nobody rushing to sign you.”

Sefa leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as his dark eyes flicked over her outfit. She was wearing a fitted brown crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her favorite gold hoops. Stylish? Yes. But why the hell was he commenting?

“And you always dress like you just woke up from a nap,” Imani shot back, eyeing his oversized hoodie and joggers. “Oh wait—maybe that’s because you never put effort into anything.”

Their friends—Sapphire, Jaden, and Malik—exchanged looks, already sensing where this was headed.

Sefa let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “What’s wrong, Imani? Daddy didn’t tell you, you were pretty today? Feeling a little insecure?”

Imani scoffed. “Daddy still comparing you to the twins?”

Jaden whistled lowly. “Here we go again.”

“I swear, y’all argue like an old married couple,” Malik added, laughing as he reached for his fries. “Why don’t y’all just hook up and get it over with?”

“Excuse me?” Imani and Sefa said in unison, both turning to glare at Malik.

Malik threw his hands up in surrender. “Damn, my bad. Just saying.”

Sapphire, ever the peacemaker, sighed. “Can we go one lunch without you two fighting?”

“Tell Sefa to shut up and we might have a chance,” Imani muttered, stabbing her fork into her salad with unnecessary force.

Sefa smirked. “You’d miss me if I shut up.”

She gave him a deadpan stare. “I’d rather eat a jean jacket dry than miss you.”

Laughter erupted at the table, but Sefa just grinned like he lived to get under her skin. And maybe he did.

Because no matter how much Imani hated to admit it, he always knew exactly how to piss her off.

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There was never a moment of peace when Sefa was around.

Imani had learned to expect it, like clockwork. If their friend group was doing something together, he would find a way to make her life hell.

Like last week when they had a movie night, and he kept making dumbass comments during the film just to annoy her.

Or the time they went bowling, and he “accidentally” knocked over her drink with his ridiculous victory dance.

Or today, when they were supposed to be meeting at the library for a study session, and Sefa showed up late, strolling in like he had all the time in the world.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” Imani muttered as he dropped into the seat across from her.

Sefa smirked, completely unbothered. “Damn, you missed me that much?”

“I missed the peace and quiet before you got here.”

“Cute. You thinking about me when I’m not around?”

Imani exhaled through her nose, gripping her pen so tightly she thought it might snap. “I’m thinking about how much better my GPA would be if I didn’t have to waste brain cells talking to you.”

Sefa let out a low chuckle, flipping open his textbook. “Then stop talking to me. But you can’t, can you?” He tilted his head, smug. “You just love hearing my voice.”

“Yeah,” Imani deadpanned. “Like people love hearing nails on a chalkboard.”

Sapphire groaned. “Guys. Please. We’re here to study, not flirt.”

Imani choked. “Flirt?”

Sefa snorted. “She wishes.”

“You wish,” Imani shot back. “But keep dreaming, Sefa.”

Malik, who had been watching their back-and-forth like it was a damn tennis match, shook his head. “Y’all got some serious tension.”

Imani ignored that. She wasn’t going to entertain whatever ridiculous idea Malik was cooking up in his head. Because the only thing between her and Sefa was mutual disdain.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Right?

The night of the frat party arrived, and Imani wasn’t even sure why she agreed to come.

Well, she knew why. Sapphire had practically begged her to get out of the dorm for once, promising a good time and free drinks. And after the stress of the week, Imani figured she deserved a little fun.

She had no idea she’d regret that decision.

David, who was charming, good-looking, and knew how to dance. She hadn’t planned on getting caught up with anyone, but after two drinks and a song that had a beat too good to resist, she had found herself moving with him, their bodies pressed close as they swayed together.

He was smooth. Hands lingering just enough to make her pulse quicken, lips close to her ear as he spoke over the music.

“You’re a good dancer,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she admitted.

“Come upstairs with me,” he said suddenly.

Imani hesitated. The invitation was casual, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy.

“I should probably stay down here,” she said, trying to play it off lightly.

David’s grip on her waist tightened just a little. “Come on, just for a minute.”

Before she could respond, a new voice cut through the music.

“She said no.”

Sefa.

Imani turned her head, her stomach twisting at the sight of him standing behind her. His expression was sharp, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen.

David frowned. “Mind your business, man.”

Sefa stepped closer, eyes locked on David. “She is my business.”

Imani’s breath caught.

David scoffed, letting go of her with an annoyed grunt. “Whatever.” He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Sefa didn’t look at her right away. His jaw was tense, like he was trying to keep himself from saying something reckless.

Imani crossed her arms, ignoring the way her heart was still racing. “I didn’t need you to do that.”

Sefa finally met her gaze, and for once, there was no teasing in his eyes. Just something dark. Something protective.

“You sure about that?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

Because the truth was—she wasn’t.

But Imani was pissed.

Pissed that David had tried to pressure her upstairs. Pissed that Sefa had intervened like she couldn’t handle herself. Pissed that—even now, standing outside on the porch to clear her head—her hands were still shaking.

And most of all, pissed that Sefa was here too, standing beside her like he had every right to.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, staring out at the partygoers stumbling across the lawn.

Sefa exhaled, running a hand through his short curls. “Didn’t ask if you weren’t.”

She clenched her jaw, hating how he was just there, all steady and frustratingly calm, like he hadn’t just swooped in like some kind of savior.

“What the hell was that back there?” she demanded, turning to face him. “You think you’re my bodyguard now?”

Sefa didn’t flinch. “I think you needed someone to step in.”

Imani scoffed. “Oh, and that someone had to be you?”

“Clearly, since no one else was paying attention.”

Her chest burned with irritation. He was acting like she was some helpless girl who needed rescuing, and it infuriated her.

“You don’t get to play the hero,” she snapped. “Especially not when you spend most of your time making my life miserable.”

Sefa’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smirk—too tight, too unreadable. “Yeah? And yet, here we are.”

Something about the way he said it made her stomach flip, and she hated that.

She folded her arms, lifting her chin. “I had it under control.”

Sefa took a step closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that she felt the shift in space between them. The warmth of his presence. The weight of his stare.

“Did you?” His voice was lower now, calmer. “Because from where I was standing, you were looking for a way out.”

Imani sucked in a sharp breath, but she couldn’t argue. Because the truth was—he wasn’t wrong.

But she didn’t want to owe him anything. Didn’t want him thinking she needed him.

Sefa watched her, like he could see the battle raging in her head. Then, to her absolute shock, he reached out—slow, deliberate—and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

It was so unexpected, so gentle, that her breath caught.

“You don’t have to say thank you,” he murmured. “Just… be careful, yeah?”

And just like that, he stepped back, hands slipping into his pockets as he walked back inside, leaving Imani standing there, heart pounding.

What the hell just happened?

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The problem was, after that night, Imani couldn’t stop thinking about Sefa.

It was annoying. He was annoying. But now, there was something else sitting between them. Something unspoken.

Like when they saw each other at the campus coffee shop a few days later, and for the first time, he didn’t have some snarky comment ready. He just looked at her, gave her a nod, and went back to his drink.

Or when they were all hanging out at Sapphire’s place, and instead of throwing jabs at each other, he just… sat next to her. Close enough that she could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of him.

She hated how much she noticed it.

She hated that, for the first time, she wasn’t sure where they stood.

And worst of all?

She wasn’t sure she hated him anymore.

Imani should have known better than to let Sapphire talk her into another party.

After what happened at the last one, she had sworn off frat houses for the rest of the semester. But somehow, she found herself back in a dimly lit, overly crowded living room, sipping from a red cup and pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of him.

Sefa.

He was across the room, laughing with Jaden and Malik, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. But every time Imani glanced in his direction, she caught him doing the same.

And it pissed her off.

Not because of their usual rivalry. But because she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that damn night.

“Yo, let’s make this party interesting,” Malik called out suddenly, dragging a chair to the center of the room. “Spin the bottle. Who’s in?”

Loud cheers erupted, and before Imani could say hell no, Sapphire was already pulling her down to sit in the circle forming on the floor.

“Oh, come on,” Imani groaned. “We are not in high school.”

Sapphire grinned. “Relax, it’s just a game.”

Imani highly doubted that.

One by one, people took turns spinning, laughing and cheering as random couples were forced to kiss. Some were quick pecks, others were… not.

And then it was Imani’s turn.

“Alright, let’s see who she gets!” someone called out.

She rolled her eyes but reached for the bottle, giving it a hard spin. It twirled rapidly, blurring in motion, until finally—it slowed.

Imani’s stomach twisted the second she saw where it landed.

Sefa.

The room erupted in chaos.

“No way!”

“Y’all got beef, this should be interesting.”

“Oh, they gotta do it now.”

Imani’s jaw clenched as she met Sefa’s eyes across the circle. He looked just as tense as she felt.

“Damn, this is about to be good,” Malik chuckled.

Jaden grinned. “C’mon, rules are rules. Let’s go, Fatu.”

Sefa exhaled through his nose before pushing up from the floor, standing over Imani. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his dark eyes.

Something that made her pulse race.

She swallowed hard. “We don’t have to—”

“Yeah, we do,” he murmured.

And then, before she could think, before she could process, before she could tell herself this was a horrible idea—

Sefa leaned down and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, a shock ran down Imani’s spine. She had expected it to be quick, forced, like they were just getting it over with.

But it wasn’t.

His lips were warm, firm, and the second she let out the smallest gasp of surprise, he deepened it, just slightly, just enough to make the world tilt.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans. She was not supposed to like this.

And yet—

The hoots and cheers around them barely registered as heat flooded her veins.

Sefa pulled back first, just a breath away, his gaze heavy-lidded. His voice was quiet, low enough that only she could hear.

“Didn’t expect that, did you?”

Imani’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.

No. No, she didn’t.

And that was the problem.

Imani needed to get the hell out of there.

The second the game moved on, she pushed to her feet, ignoring Sapphire’s questioning look and the way her heart was still pounding. She grabbed her bag and shoved through the crowd, heading for the door like she could escape what just happened.

Like she could escape him.

But the moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Imani.”

Her whole body tensed.

Of course he followed her.

She didn’t stop. Didn’t turn around. “Go back inside, Sefa.”

His voice was closer now. “And leave you walking home alone at night? Yeah, no.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

She snapped then, whirling around to face him. “Oh, and how the hell am I supposed to look after that?”

Sefa stared at her, his expression unreadable, but his breathing was heavier now. His hands were shoved into his pockets like he was trying to keep himself from reaching for something.

Or someone.

“You’re acting like we just committed a crime,” he said lowly.

She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “It was a crime.”

Sefa raised a brow. “Oh yeah? What kind?”

She clenched her fists. “One against my sanity.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged.

Then, to her absolute fury, Sefa smirked.

“You liked it.”

Imani’s mouth opened, ready to deny it, but nothing came out.

Because she had.

And the fact that he knew it? That he was looking at her like he could still feel the kiss on his lips?

It made her want to scream.

Instead, she turned on her heel and started walking again.

Sefa followed, of course.

“Why are you still here?” she muttered.

“Because,” he said, voice too damn casual, “I wanna know why you’re running.”

“I’m not running,” she snapped.

He let out a low hum. “Sure looks like it.”

Imani stopped in her tracks so suddenly that he almost bumped into her.

She glared up at him. “You think everything is a damn game, don’t you?”

Sefa’s smirk faded. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, he looked just as frustrated as she felt.

“I think you’re scared.”

Her breath hitched.

Because he was right.

But she’d rather die than admit it.

So instead, she stepped closer—so close their bodies almost brushed, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.

And she tilted her chin up defiantly. “You wish I was scared of you.”

Sefa’s eyes darkened. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, slow, deliberate.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re scared of me.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “I think you’re scared of what happens if you stop hating me.”

Imani’s pulse slammed in her throat.

Because he was too close.

Because he smelled too good.

Because his voice was wrecking every last bit of control she had left.

And the worst part?

She didn’t know if she even wanted to stop him.

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Sefa didn’t let her walk home alone.

He didn’t say anything at first, just fell into step beside her, matching her pace like he belonged there. Like he had every right to be next to her after what just happened.

Imani’s nerves were shot. Her skin still tingled from that damn kiss, her pulse wouldn’t settle, and he was too damn close.

“You don’t have to do this,” she muttered, staring straight ahead.

“Yeah, I do,” Sefa said simply.

And that made something snap inside her.

She stopped walking, turning to face him on the empty sidewalk. “Why?” she demanded. “Why do you care? You hate me, remember?”

Sefa just stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “You really believe that?”

Imani let out a frustrated breath, shoving a hand through her curls. “You spend all your time annoying the hell out of me, trying to get under my skin—”

“Yeah,” he cut in, stepping closer. “And you let me.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply. “Because you piss me off.”

Sefa’s lips quirked, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It was something else. Something darker.

“Funny,” he murmured. “Because I think the way I make you feel isn’t just anger.”

Imani’s breath caught.

Because he was right.

Because the air between them was thick, charged with something they had been dancing around for too long.

Because she felt it—every time they fought, every time they challenged each other, every time he looked at her like this.

And now, there was nothing stopping them. No one around. No excuses left.

Sefa reached out, slow, deliberate, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her chin up slightly. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

Imani’s heart slammed against her ribs.

She should. She should say it.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she did the one thing she had been trying so damn hard to resist.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing her lips against his.

Sefa groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding to her waist, gripping tight as he pressed her back against the brick wall of a building.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was all heat, all frustration, all the built-up tension that had been brewing between them for months.

His lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her knees weak, his body pressing into hers like he couldn’t get close enough.

Imani’s fingers fisted in his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, and Sefa growled, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it, his grip tightening like he didn’t want to let go.

And the worst part?

She didn’t either.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing hard, Sefa rested his forehead against hers.

“Still think I hate you?” he murmured.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in his shirt, her lips swollen, her body on fire.

She swallowed, trying to gather a single rational thought.

“I think…” she whispered. “We’re in a lot of trouble.”

Sefa chuckled, low and rough, his thumb brushing over her hip.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We are.”

⸻

The air between them was thick—charged with something neither of them could take back.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in Sefa’s shirt, her pulse still thrumming against the heat of his body pressed into hers.

This was dangerous.

This was reckless.

But when she met his eyes—dark, burning, hungry—she knew there was no turning back.

She exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come inside.”

Sefa didn’t hesitate.

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The moment the door to her dorm clicked shut, everything snapped.

Sefa was on her. His lips crashed into hers again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no restraint.

Imani moaned as his hands roamed, gripping her hips, pressing her back against the door. Her fingers slid under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the hard muscles beneath.

Sefa cursed under his breath, grabbing her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him carry her toward the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

This wasn’t just a kiss anymore.

This was months of tension exploding all at once.

This was a fight they had both lost.

And neither of them cared.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting gentle shadows over the bed. The air was thick, filled with nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and the rustle of sheets as they shifted closer.

Imani felt the weight of Sefa above her, the heat of his body pressing into hers. There was still a barrier between them—fabric, skin, hesitation. But it was quickly fading, slowly being replaced by something more consuming.

Sefa’s hands were on her waist, just barely skimming the edges of her shirt before moving back to her hips, as if he was waiting for permission, as if he didn’t want to cross a line she hadn’t drawn yet. She could feel him hesitating, as much as she was.

But neither of them wanted to pull away.

Her fingertips traced his jaw, the roughness of his stubble under her touch making her breath catch. Sefa’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in time with hers.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there with slow, deliberate affection.

Imani’s back arched instinctively, chasing the touch, wanting more, needing more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, silently begging him to keep going.

Sefa groaned softly, the sound low and guttural, vibrating against her skin as he moved lower. His lips brushed across her collarbone, his hands sliding up the sides of her shirt to touch the bare skin of her stomach. His fingertips were warm, and his touch was careful, almost reverent, as if every inch of her body was something he needed to savor, to memorize.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” he muttered against her skin. His voice was strained, thick with unspoken desire.

Imani’s heart raced as her hands slid down his back, fingers tracing the muscles there, feeling the way his body shifted under her touch. Her breath caught when his hands finally slid beneath her shirt, moving higher, just brushing the underside of her breasts before sliding back down.

Sefa’s hands weren’t in a hurry. They didn’t need to be. They were taking their time, letting the tension between them build, building something that felt like it could tear them apart if they didn’t do something about it.

Imani shifted beneath him, her hips rocking forward just enough to create a friction that shot through her core, making her gasp softly.

“Jesus,” Sefa murmured, his eyes dark as he looked down at her, his voice low and rough. “Do you feel that?”

Imani nodded, her breath quickening as she moved against him again, desperately trying to feel more. The heat between them was unbearable, the thin layer of clothing that separated them nothing more than a reminder of what they couldn’t yet do.

But the hunger, the need was undeniable.

Sefa groaned as she moved against him again, this time a little more insistently, her hands pushing against his chest as she worked to get closer, to feel the full pressure of his body against hers. His body tensed under her touch, and he responded, his hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of hers.

Everything in the room felt charged, as if the very air between them was crackling with need.

Sefa’s lips hovered over hers for a moment, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, as if he was waiting for her to pull away or say something, but she didn’t.

Instead, she kissed him—slow, deep, desperate. Her hands slid down his chest, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans, feeling the heat of him through the fabric, desperate to feel more.

He let out a low groan as he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her with dark eyes.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Imani’s pulse raced as she pulled him back to her, lips crashing against his again. The need to be close to him was overwhelming, too much to resist. She didn’t care that they hadn’t crossed that final line, that they hadn’t completely given in. The tension, the frustration, the need to explore each other—it was too much.

Her body moved against his in a rhythm that felt almost natural, like this was where they were supposed to be, where they had always been meant to be. The feeling of him against her, his hands sliding over her skin, his mouth tracing the path down her neck—it was enough to make her forget everything but him.

Sefa’s hands moved lower, gripping the hem of her shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose more of her skin. She gasped, the air catching in her lungs, her hands immediately reaching for his jeans, her fingers trembling as she undid them.

But just before they could get any further, Sefa stopped her. He pulled back, just far enough to look at her, his breathing heavy.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Imani’s chest heaved as she stared into his eyes. She was so close, so close, but she didn’t want to rush it. Didn’t want to let the moment slip away.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she slid her hands down his chest, her lips trailing over his throat, feeling the frantic pulse there, and then she moved her body just enough, grinding into him slowly, letting the pressure build again, letting him feel the heat between them without fully giving in.

Sefa’s breath hitched. “God, I want you so bad.”

Imani’s eyes met his, her hands resting on his shoulders as she held him close. She could feel the hunger in his voice, in his touch, but there was something else too. Something more delicate, something unspoken.

They weren’t ready to cross that final line yet. But every inch of their bodies told the other that they were getting there. That they wanted each other more than they were willing to admit.

They were both holding back, but neither of them was going anywhere.

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My Heart Will Go On | Swipe Right Universe Finale (18+)

Description: The bloodline exclusive cruise gets off to a rocky start.

Chapter: 1/7

Word Count: 1,410

Warnings: Mild angst, arguing. That's about it.

This is the finale of the Swipe Right series! Featuring characters and couples from Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast, The Nanny and Triple Threat. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in Chapter 1, this is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy and drama thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso

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The ship was massive and luxurious, with multiple decks, pools, and amenities. The weather was perfect, with clear skies and a gentle breeze.

The atmosphere was one of anticipation and excitement, as everyone looked forward to the week ahead. A child free week for the couples of the bloodline.

Myra was sitting by the jacuzzi, sipping on a fruity cocktail, when Roman approached her. He looked serious, and she knew that he wanted to talk about something important.

"Hey, Myra," he said, sitting down next to her. "I need to ask you favor."

Myra raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he could possibly want her to do. "Sure, what's up?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

Roman leaned in, his voice low. "I need you to get Kiley and Iris in a room with Amanda. Preferably before they start screaming at each other in front of everyone."

Myra's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? Why do you want me to do that?" she asked, bewildered.

Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but I can't have them going at each other's throats for an entire week. It's just going to be one drama after another. I need them to talk it out and get past whatever issues they have with each other."

Myra nodded, understanding his point. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. But you know how stubborn they can be. Not to mention Iris might Superman punch you for this shit."

Roman chuckled. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm counting on you. You're good at getting people to talk, and I trust you to handle it delicately. Plus, if you can handle Jacob you can handle anything."

"You got it, Chief." Myra laughs

Myra spent the rest of the day keeping an eye on Kiley, Iris, and Amanda, looking for the right moment to get them alone together. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make it happen.

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Jacob and Zilla sat at the bar, sipping on their drinks and enjoying the view of the ocean. Jacob had been unusually quiet since they boarded the ship, and Zilla knew that something was on his mind.

"So, what's going on with you?" Zilla asked, taking a sip of his Bourbon "You've been brooding all day."

Jacob sighed, "I'm just... thinking about proposing to Myra," he admitted, looking at Zilla with a mixture of excitement and fear. "But I'm scared shitless, Uce."

Zilla chuckled and clapped Jacob on the back. "Aye, that's normal, uce. It's a big step. But you love her, right?"

Jacob nodded vigorously. "Of course I do. More than anything. But what if she says no? Or worse, what if she says yes and I can't be a good husband to her?"

Zilla shook his head. "You're overthinking it, Uce. You've been together awhile now and she's stuck with you through thick and thin. I doubt she's going to say no."

Jacob took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "You're right. I know you're right. But it's just... I want everything to be perfect, you know? I want to make her happy."

Zilla smiled. "You will, man. Just relax and be yourself. That's what she loves about you. And when the time is right, you'll know it. Just trust your gut."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it," Jacob said, grateful for Zilla's words of encouragement. He then changed the subject, wanting to take his mind off his proposal worries. "So, how's married life treating you, uce?"

Zilla grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his wife. "It's amazing, man. Kiley and I are so happy. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love her. Lele is my world."

Jacob chuckled. "I can tell. You two are like two peas in a pod for real, man."

Zilla nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, we really are. She keeps me grounded, and I keep her on her toes. We a good ass team."

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Myra finally managed to convince Kiley, Amanda, and Iris to meet her in one of the ship's lounges. She led them to a secluded corner and took a deep breath, preparing for the potential explosion.

"Okay, I need you guys to listen to me," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "Like it or not we gon have to talk shit out and squash this beef. The boys are too close for Lele and Iris to hate Amanda's guts and vice versa."

Kiley crossed her arms, looking unimpressed. "And why should we talk to each other? Amanda started this whole thing."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I didn't start anything. You're the one who can't keep her jealousy in check."

"Jealousy?! No. This issue stimmed from you being a disrespectful gold digging ass whore." Kiley argued.

Amanda scoffed. "I was just being friendly. You're the one who got all possessive and territorial."

Myra stepped in before things could escalate further. "Okay, enough! You both need to calm down. This isn't getting us anywhere."

"Nah, Myra, you know exactly what this bitch did. Since when are you the family therapist?" Kiley snaps at her best friend.

Myra held up her hands in a placating gesture. "Look, I get that you both have your reasons for feeling the way you do, but fighting isn't going to solve anything. We need to talk this out like adults. The tribal chief says he wants peace-..." Myra says.

"I don't give a damn what the tribal chief says" Amanda fires back quickly, making Iris' blood boil in an instant.

Iris, who had been silent up until now, stood up and stepped in front of Amanda, her eyes blazing with anger. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my husband."

Amanda smirked, unfazed by Iris' anger. "Oh, look who's getting defensive. You're just as bad as Kiley, acting like he's some kind of god."

Kiley and Iris bristled at Amanda's words, both ready to jump to Roman's defense. Myra quickly intervened again, trying to prevent a physical altercation.

"Okay, that's enough! Iris, sit down. Please." Myra says exasperated.

Iris reluctantly sat down, still glaring at Amanda. Kiley looked like she was about to say something else, but Myra gave her a warning look.

"Let's try to keep this civil, okay? We're all here to talk things out, not start a fight." Myra said.

"This lil bitch got one more time to come at my family" Iris warns.

"It's my family to!" Amanda interjects.

"Oh, did I miss your and Solo's wedding?" Kiley sarcastically points out the fact that Amanda isn't REALLY family yet.

Amanda rolled her eyes again, clearly annoyed by Kiley's comment. "Oh, please. Just because I'm not officially family yet doesn't mean I'm not part of it."

"Not officially?" Kiley repeats and looks at Amanda with a deadpan expression. "You're really delusional."

"Excuse me?" Amanda said, her eyes narrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That Solo must of been dropped on his head by an unqualified nanny with fakeass credentials if he actually sees something in you." Kiley states.

"You bitch!" Amanda snaps

"You heard me!" Kiley retorts, standing up. "You're just some gold-digging homewrecker trying to worm your way into our family. It's pathetic."

Iris couldn't help but chuckle at Kiley's words. "Damn, she ain't holding back."

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Myra exclaimed, stepping between the two women before things could escalate further. "We're not getting anywhere with this. Let's take a break and cool off."

The room fell silent as everyone tried to calm down. Kiley and Amanda glared at each other, both refusing to back down. Iris leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and shaking her head in disbelief.

Myra sighed and looked at each of them in turn. "Look, I know this isn't easy, but we need to find a way to coexist. For Solo's sake. For the bloodline's sake."

Kiley and Amanda both looked away, clearly not happy with the idea of coexisting. Iris was still visibly angry, but she nodded in agreement with Myra.

"So, let's try to be civil," Myra continued. "No more insults or name-calling. Just talk it out like adults."

The three women begrudgingly agreed, though the tension in the room was still palpable.

Myra took a deep breath. Damn, Roman owes her AT LEAST a stack for this bullshit.

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Next Chapter

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch. 1) | Roman Reigns

Plot: Roman Reigns seems to be everything Laila never knew she needed. He's handsome, charming, confident, and very protective. As a criminal defense attorney, Roman is used to bending the laws to his will, to his control. When he meets Laila, a 21 year old student who just transferred from her hometown college, he sees a young woman who needs his protection. He sees someone who only needs him.

Laila believes she's found the perfect man. But perfection always comes at a price.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: OC is a virgin! (for now…), slow burn romance, they’re just talking to each other in this chapter

Summary: For the past week, a mysterious man has been watching Laila at the cozy little café she goes to after class, where he finally decides to “introduce” himself.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: CHAPTER 1 AHHHH! This was more of an intro chapter so it's a little shorter. I’m gonna do a slow burn to build up the suspense, romance, and everything in between. It will have everybody from the original bloodline, so Roman, Paul, Jimmy, Jey, Solo, and even Sami!! Yall please comment if you like it so far! And if you want to be tagged let me know

Laila usually kept to herself. It’s not that it was on purpose, though. After moving halfway across the country to Florida to finish college, she was still adjusting to the new environment.

After graduating high school, her parents encouraged her to enroll at the community college, just for maybe 2 years or so. She did everything to make her mom and dad happy, but she couldn't help but think she was missing out on the full college experience.

She talked to her parents about possibly transferring, although she never said where. They reluctantly agreed, and 2 weeks later, she found out that she got accepted into the University of Miami just in time for the fall semester.

It took a lot of convincing her parents, especially her mom, to let her go. But once Laila mentioned that she received a scholarship, that convincing became a whole lot easier.

All her mom and dad wanted her to do was to continue to make good grades and get her Bachelor of Science degree in Accounting. Also, with her being the only child, she had to do well.

She was a tad bit sheltered in the romance department, too.

She had her first kiss at 17 on the night of homecoming with this boy, Trey, who she had a big crush on since freshman year.

That was like the highlight of her life, to be honest.

But ever since then, it’s just been school, school, and more school.

She just wishes she knew at least one person here in her new home for the next 2 years.

“Order for Laila!” She was snapped out of her thoughts, forgetting that she was supposed to be listening for her coffee that she ordered a couple minutes ago.

Quickly standing up from the little corner table she found, she walks up to the counter where the barista is holding the drink out for her.

“Thank you so much!” She takes the drink—an iced cappuccino with hazelnut shots and sweet cream cold foam on top—and walks back to her table.

Setting the coffee next to her laptop, she opens it, going to her calendar to see if there were any assignments due tonight.

“Oh, thank goodness.” She quietly breathed out as the front door bell rang, signaling a new customer had just entered.

Naturally, she glanced up at the person and unintentionally did a double take.

Oh, this man was handsome.

Not wanting him to catch her looking at him, she quickly averted her eyes back to her laptop. His back was now to her, waiting in line at the counter to put in his order.

She trailed her eyes from her laptop screen to his back, taking in his very tall stature. He also had on a black suit that he definitely got tailored, because it fit every inch of him perfectly.

The guys back home surely don’t look like that.

Trailing her eyes up his back, to his head, she sees that he has a nice man bun.

And then she hears his voice.

“Yea. I want a large black coffee with cream and sugar on the side. Thank you.”

Laila notices how he says, “I want…”. Her mom always told her that the way a person orders food or a drink tells a lot about their personality.

She was always the type of person to say, “Could I please get…”

Clearly, this guy knew what he wanted.

She didn’t realize she was still staring at the back of him, until he turned around and softly smirked at her. Her eyes widened in embarrassment, and she looked down at her phone in shame.

Needing a distraction, she just decided to mindlessly read over her class’s syllabus. Her brain only registered something about a research paper due at the end of the semester, when she suddenly felt a large presence standing in front of her table.

She damn near looked like a deer in headlights.

“So, UMiami huh?” The deep, velvet-smooth voice spoke out.

Laila slowly turned her head upwards to meet the face of this sexy, mysterious man, and she had to catch her jaw from going slack at his beauty.

“…How do you know that?” She asks, confused.

The man just chuckles and points to the back of her laptop. “The sticker that says ‘UMiami.’”

Laila reaches to close her laptop just enough to see the sticker that he’s talking about. “Oh, right! I forgot I put that sticker there.” She laughs, showcasing a beautiful smile and two deep dimples that lit up her whole face.

Her smile made Roman smile, his dimples catching her eye, a sharp but adorable contrast to his manly features.

With his large coffee in one hand, he uses his other to point to the chair in front of her. “You mind if I sit?” It was a bit more of a statement than a question.

Laila, not knowing how to say no to people, nods before she can catch herself.

Every move this man makes is with purpose, never rushing or hesitating. Every move is with intention. He sets his coffee down, his fingers briefly brushing against the rim of the cup before he smoothly pulls out the chair.

A quiet confidence that’s controlled and deliberate.

She watches as he sits across from her, his broad shoulders relaxed but his presence heavy. There’s something about the way he looks at her—like he already knows something she doesn’t.

Laila clears her throat, in an attempt to calm her nerves. It’s not that he was creepy or anything. His stare was just so intense that it made her suddenly so hyper-aware of herself.

He finally speaks up. “I’m Roman.” He says, slowly outstretching his hand over her now-closed laptop.

Laila hesitates for just a second, but ultimately moves her hand toward his. He gives her a flirty gentleman’s handshake, her delicate fingers between his thumb and fingers. He smirks at her, giving her soft hand the slightest, respectful squeeze.

Roman holds her gaze, steady and calm, his eyes holding an underlying intensity that Laila is oblivious to.

“My name is Laila.” She shakes her head and speaks up, forgetting that he just introduced himself to her.

“It’s very nice to meet you. Laila.” He tests out her name on his tongue and it seemed to just roll right off of his tongue.

She was the first to gently pull away from his hand, smiling nervously and fiddling with her hair.

Roman brings his coffee to his lips, taking a sip of it now that it had a chance to cool off a bit.

“You come here often?” That voice was so attractive to Laila.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I like to do my homework here instead of the library a lot of the time.” Now it was her turn to take a sip of her iced coffee.

"What are you studying?"

"Accounting, I'm in my junior year." She says nodding, proud of how far she's come.

"Good with numbers huh?" He teases and smirks at her, knowing she's probably heard it a hundred times.

She playfully rolls her eyes and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Ugh, if I had a dime for every time somebody said that. But, I just like this coffee place because it's so cute."

Roman nods in understanding. “I get it. I like to come here after work every day before I drive home.”

This piqued her interest. “Oh, what do you do?” Curiosity filled her voice.

His fingers grazed the top of his cup before meeting her big brown eyes again. “I’m a criminal defense lawyer.” He says with confidence. He took his job very seriously, as it entailed some things that had to be kept under wraps.

Laila’s eyes lit up at this new information. “Oh wow! Wait, so you get the bad guys off?” She giggles.

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face at her question. “Yea somethin’ like that.”

Laila smiled at looked down at her lap, still so nervous and in shock that a man that looks like this is even sitting down, talking to her.

“Well, if I ever get in any trouble, I’ll know who to call!” She adds to the fire.

“Nah. You’re not the type to get into trouble. Just stay with the right crowd, you’ll be okay.” Laila couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“I don’t even have a crowd to stay with…I don’t know anyone here.” She shyly admits, shrugging her shoulders.

“You know me.” His tongue peeks out of his mouth to lick his lips while he brings a large hand to his tie, tugging it down a little.

Laila’s heart had to be going a million miles a minute, at this point.

It was like everything he did was sexy. He just oozed sex.

‘Girl you’re a virgin, you don’t know what sex even feels like.’ That voice inside her head yells at her.

She was trying to think of what to say next, but he spoke up before she could.

Roman reached two of his thick fingers into the pocket inside his black suit jacket, pulling out a stiff little white card with writing on it.

“If you ever ‘get into some trouble’ ,” he said, his voice low, “give me a call.”

Laila gently took it from his fingers and read the words on it.

Reigns, Heyman, & Associates

“Justice served. By any means necessary.”

Seeing the law firm’s motto made her blink back her surprise. “Oh, wow…you uh, really get down to business,” she glances up at him, to find him already looking at her.

“We do. Let me know if I can do anything for you. Get you out of a parking ticket, beat up somebody for you, talk to a professor…”

This made Laila laugh, but little did she know, Roman really was NOT joking.

He chuckled and admired how beautiful she was when she laughed. Those beautiful dimples would make him so weak.

A text message from his phone broke him out of his admiration as he looked down at it. It was Heyman.

Paul Heyman: Chief, we have a new client. This one got busted for drugs, but he was one of the contributors in our plan to take over Rollins’ firm.

Roman: Say no more. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

After texting Heyman back, he put his phone in his pants pocket. “Laila, I actually gotta get goin’, sweetheart.” He says, standing up and grabbing his half-drunken coffee that was now cold.

He reached his hand out for what Laila thought would be a good-bye handshake, but he brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“Be safe okay?” His hypnotizing voice coaxed an immediate response out of her.

“Okay.”

They parted ways, with Roman leaving to handle business, and Laila being left with her thoughts and her heart that didn’t seem to stop racing ever since she met this man.

[4milly]

over it. - sefa f. +millytober+

am i really that much…to handle?

*y’all met him as solo sikoa, i met him as fine ass sefa w that long ass hurr😩 ignore the time stamps on the messages, i noticed an error and had to redo one 🙂‍↕️*

warnings: cheating (semi; not established), ex’s to lovers, eating out, oral sex (femme receiving), use of n word, mentions of sex, mentions of breeding, aggressiveness, choking.

parings; sefa fatu (solo sikoa) x black!reader.

you rubbed a hand over your face, throwing your phone on the couch. your nerves began to rise, at the thought of sefa wanting to pop up again. the last time you two saw each other…it wasn’t pretty. to simply put, you wanted more from him and sefa was just going on the road to start his wrestling career. the night ended in him calling you ungrateful, and you calling all types of ain’t shit ass niggas left and right.

you were ready to take that next step with him; you stood there and poured your heart out about wanting to be exclusive, how much you loved and cared for him, being with him made your heart swell…and he just threw up all over it with his bullshit.

he told you, how the fsw brand wanted to finally sign him on; he couldn’t make time for a serious relationship right now, the long distance, the different time zones, he wanted to completely focus on getting everything in place to soon join his family at the top in wwe.

to many, they considered you selfish. but who gives a fuck what they think? your man told you he couldn’t be with you, couldn’t even fuckin’ try…because he got a job. okay.

you were ungrateful ass fuck and a clingy selfish brat, and took that title proudly. it didn’t matter. when you walked out the door of his condo a year and a half ago that was it. he flooded your phone with messages and calls begging you to hear him out, and to apologize.

you simply ignored him.

you did eventually caved after a few weeks. he promised no arguing, keeping his hands to himself, and full immunity to voice how you felt…0 truths and all lies. the night ended with you bent over his couches arm rest as he pounded into you from behind, engraving his aura into your pussy. he almost didn’t even leave with the way you kept creaming all over him.

while you both agreed to break up, he wasn’t leaving without a goodbye gift. although he knew you were on birth control, he made sure to pump all of his cum deep into you; even falling asleep with his dick plugged into your pussy to make sure it would reach your womb.

sefa wasnt slick; he wanted you to wait for him to reach a comfortable pace, so the two of you could be together again. you couldn’t bare it. waiting for a man who invalidated your feelings when you wanted to finally take that next step? all because he couldn’t handle it? you ignored the fuck out any communication he attempted. as weeks went by the phone calls, messages, emails, and even letters slowly faded, until he completely stopped. he finally got the memo. you moved on with life.

after going out for drinks one night a few months ago, you met rodney. he never quite compared to sefa, but he was okay. he was great at conversation and took you out on dates, but that was all. for two months, you’ve been giving him the run around

he wasn’t getting any pussy, with how he sweated you. he wanted to be under you all day, over your house, on the phone, kissing all on you, questioning you about where you are, who you been with, how you know em’. all he got was to be able to play around with your tits and your pussy a little with his hands. whenever he’d attempt to do more, you’d push him away.

you liked rodney, but you couldn’t stop wanting your man back. nothing compared.

a swift knock on your door sounded as you picked a playlist. summer walker’s over it album was going to be the mood tonight. you looked in the mirror by the door as you reapplied a thick coat of lipgloss, before opening it.

your heart thumped out your chest at seeing sefa. here he was after a year, his hair tied into a low ponytail, dark grey sweatpants and a matching sweater, with jordan’s on his feet.

“you always braiding muthafuckas’ hair in booty shorts?” his eyes raking up and down your body slowly

“this is my house. i’ll wear whatever i want. cool with you?”

“didn’t i tell yo ass chill the fuck—“

“i don’t have time for your bullshit. i’ll braid you hair and then you’re leaving. that’s it. c’mon.” you left him at the door with an eye roll to walk towards the couch

sefa’s eyes stayed planted on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away from him. he had to bite his lip and mentally count down to keep himself from getting hard. the way he felt? he wanted to bend your ass right over the couch arm rest and see if your pussy was still always ready for him.

your smart ass mouth was one thing, but he finally got what he wanted. here he was right back in your space again, and this time he he wasn’t leaving without making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“sefa, i don’t have all day. hurry up, i got things to—.” you spoke again opening the jar of grease and spreading your legs, before the sound of your phone ringing caught his eyes

“aye man, who the fuck is rodney? deadass?” his teeth grit snatching your phone about to press answer

“stop! nigga, are you crazy!” you yelled out snatching your phone back from him, “ya know what? get the fuck out. i’m not playin these games with you. it’s been a year. you thought i was gone wait around? life moves on. just like you did.”

“that’s yo fuckin’ problem right there. yo stupid ass don’t listen. i never moved on. i said what had to happen for me—“

“it’s always you. just you, you, you. never us, or even me!”

“oh, so you and rodney? that’s all you, baby?”

“you’re absolutely insane…” you shook your head amazed at him “you care more about if another nigga has been fucking me, than anything else. you’re such a bitch for that shit. get ou—“

you words were cut off at sefa bringing his hand to wrap around your throat, putting just the right amount of pressaure that made you submit to him. immediately you quieted down, tucked your tail between your legs and looked away, knowing eye contact would be the one thing to send you over the edge.

you could your pussy began to drip through your panties, the ache starting to form at the aggressiveness he displayed. you tried to subtle squeeze your legs shut to create small friction there.

“i said watch yo fuckin’ smart ass mouth. you been turnt all day wit my ass. i’m sick of that shit. you been giving other mutherfuckers my pussy?” he growled out into your ear bringing your body flush to his “now yo ass quiet as a fuckin’ mouse? answer me.”

you kept your mouth shut. part of you liked this side of him, you wanted him to be rough with you; show you how much he missed you. that he still cared.

“ight…i see i gotta find out myself. get them shorts off. panties too.” he rushed out as he pushed you towards the couch, “bend over.”

you pushed your thumbs into the band of your shorts and panties pushing them towards your ankles before stepping out of them. your lower body moved over the arm rest, perching your pussy on full display for him.

so roped up in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear ur phone buzz again. this time, sefa reaching over to answer rodney’s phone call.

“yea…look at that pussy. so fuckin’ wet fa me. gotta inspect her first. see who else she had.” he panted before easing two fat fingers inside you

“ah!” you softly moaned as his fingers curled to rub that spongy spot inside you

sefa’s eyebrow raised; he didn’t always remember a lot, but he knew how pussy felt. his pussy felt. it was still just as tight and wet as when he was last in it, “damn bae. kept my pussy nice and tight, fa’ me? yea?”

you lost the power to string a sentence together, only focusing on fucking yourself on his fingers and releasing loud moans, “you been takin’ care of this pussy? givin’ her the attention she need since daddy’s been gone? tell me whose pussy this is.”

“i-it’s your pussy, sefa. oh my god!” you cried out, unable to hide how excited you were he was finally back—the wetness easing down your legs a testimony to that.

“gimme your hands, mama.” you quickly obeyed him moving your arms behind you, him positioning your hands to spread your ass cheeks to allow him to spread you open, “pretty ass pussy, my girl so fuckin’ messy, gotta clean her up.”

you were so fucking sweet and ready to be fucked with his tongue. he lowered to be eye level with your pussy and reached forward to suck your clit into his hot and wet mouth. he hummed at the taste of you on his tongue and sent vibrations through out your body.

your cries of ecstasy sounding like a lullaby in the room. he pressed his face further into you, his beard occasionally scratching against your sensitive clit. you widened your legs to give him better access to run his beard on you. he gripped your thighs tightly as he took your pussy whole into his mouth—flicking his tongue in and out of your entrance.

the room echoed with the sounds of his obscene slurping and sucking—drowning out the noise of summer walkers voice.

“aw fuck! sefa! don’t stop…pleasee, don’t stop.” you shrieked, your nails creating crescent moon shapes on your ass cheek to relieve some of the pressure. your thighs quivering as you grew closer to flooding his tongue with your cream

him harshly sucking your throbbing clit back into his mouth, turned that into a reality. your cum gushing out your pussy onto his tongue as your entire body convulsed. you couldn’t stop shaking, sefa’s tongue still licking and sucking making your eyes roll to the back of your head. your pussy now getting sensitive and twitching around his tongue. your mouth opened on a strangled cry, erupting in a shuttering orgasm for the 2nd time on his tongue.

you were paralyzed and your mind was blank. your tears and spit making a dark spot on the couch cushion. all you could wanted to do was lay there and take the assault of his tongue, even if you couldn’t take it anymore. he gave your clit one last suck and placed soft kisses around your entrance, before standing back to his full height.

“tell rodney, you ain’t finna be seein’ him no mo, baby.” his voice deepened and filled with urgency, ready to get back to reminding you who he was.

undoubtedly, you belonged to sefa. you always di—wait,

rodney?

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[romanreignsbae]

Stressed out - R.R

SMUT❗️

Warnings💗: daddy kink, unprotected p in v, 69ing, rough sex, multiple orgasms.

Requests are open!

Y/n walked through the doors of her home, in her worse state yet. She had just had the shittiest day at work. She started off the day, without her husbands goodbye kiss because he had to hit the gym early. Which only made her start her day crankier, then she headed to work, and got caught in a massive traffic jam causing her to make it to work barely on time. Then all her patients we’re ordering her back and forth to do tasks for them. Then to top it off her boss told her ‘she needed to learn to do her job more efficiently and act like she’s grateful for it.’ Like jeez, could she catch a break?

“Hey baby!” her husband said while walking into their main hallway. She didn’t even have the energy to respond and walked towards him and fell in his arms. “Damn baby what’s up with you?!” Joe playfully asked Y/n. “Shut up and hold me” she grumbled into his chest. He chuckled at her words and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the kitchen. He sat her down on a island stool and began preparing her a snack.

After a few minutes of Joe shuffling around the kitchen, he came back to his wife and placed what he prepared in front of her. “Thanks” she said lowly and began eating. “So..you gon tell me what’s bothering you?” Joe asked cautiously. The last thing he wanted to do was make her upset. She sighed before she began speaking. “It’s just everything has been getting on my nerves today and I just feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed..” she explained. He took notice of the sadness on her face. He hated seeing the most important person in his life upset in any shape or form.

Joe knew that feeling all too well, especially with his busy schedule. “I know babygirl, I know.” he said understandably while stroking her cheek a few times. “But…ya know…you could take some of that frustration out on me..” he said with a smirk coming to his face. She looked up at him and without a word she pulled his shirt and brought him in for a passionate kiss. Their tongue’s both fought for dominance, and Joe let her win, just this once.

She pulled away gasping for air. “Lets..go upstairs.” She took Joe’s hand and led him up to their bedroom. Once they got into their bedroom she pushed him down onto the bed. She crawled on top of him and began slowly undressing him. Joe was growing inpatient but he knew she’d been having a bad day, so he’d let her have her fun…for a little.

Once they were both fully undressed, Y/n moved her body closer and closer to him until she was fully sitting on his face. She then leaned forward and started placing mini kisses on his tip. Joe took some action too and grabbed her hips and started rolling them onto his face. He nibbled at her clit causing her body to jerk and move upwards. He grumbled and kept a tighter grip on her hips. “Lemme eat my pussy in peace” he grumbled with his mouth full. While Joe was devouring her, Y/n moved his cock deeper into her throat and started taking him as far down as she could. His hips jerked upwards causing his tip to hit the back of her throat. She gagged around his cock and removed her mouth.

She then started using both of her hands to get him off. After a few more of his hip thrusts his cum came out altogether and landed on his thighs. She cleaned him up with her tongue and then focused on her own orgasm. Joe started pushing his tongue in and out of her at a fast pace bring her closer to her climax. “Uh yes daddy!” she moaned out. He hummed, causing vibrations to go through her. “I’m gonna-” Y/n got cut off when her body starting shaking in ecstasy. All her stress piled up from the day left her body almost immediately.

She felt Joe continuing to use his tongue to lick up every last bit of her cum. “Mm sensitive!” Y/n squealed out while trying to get off his face. Joe finally let her up and laid her down on the bed beside him. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. The kiss was cut short when she pushed his chest back. “Hey! I thought you said I was in control!” she told him.

“Shhh” he cooed while pressing a finger to her now bruised lips. “Let daddy make you feel good.” He lined himself up with her entrance and began sliding in slowly. He groaned feeling her tightness fit around him perfectly. She sighed out in pleasure and gripped his arms. Once he was all the way in he pulled back out and slammed into her.

She yelled out. “Daddy! Slow down!” she barely managed to get out. He lightly slapped her face. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He began thrusting out of her at a animalistic pace, with her moans coming out in sync. He looked down to see tears on the verge of falling from her eyes. He then finally stopped moving altogether. “Hey, baby you okay?” he asked softly. “No! Why’d you stop?!” she yelled out. He chuckled and spoke lowly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya” he slammed into her roughly causing her to scream out.

“Your so tight baby! Fit perfectly around daddy’s cock” he said into her ear. After a few more thrusts he felt her squeezing tightly around him, signalling she was close. “You gonna cum for daddy?” “Yes!” she moaned out. He reached down between their bodies and rubbed her clit. She started shaking uncontrollably and after a few more thrusts Joe filled her up.

He collapsed on top of her. She laid there for a second and then pushed him off. He fell onto the bed beside her and looked at her confused. She climbed onto him. “Aren’t you tired yet?!” he asked.

“It’s my turn now” she said with a smirk.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Solo Sikoa In Bed

Headcanons for Solo Sikoa

The most silent out of the bloodline but the mouthiest in bed depending on the day.

He’s dynamic, he can get rough with you, but also be gentle.

After a long day, he loves putting you in doggy and making you whine and cry into the sheets.

Handsy for sure. Always grabbing at your tits, hips or ass whenever he can.

Will always pamper you with amazing head. Eats you out like it's his last meal on earth, making sure your thighs are on each side of his head and holds you in place so you have nowhere to go.

Definitely a grunter when he’s fucking you, but a moaner when you’re sucking his dick.

“Damn baby, that shit feels good.”

“Ugh shit just like that!”

“Ohh- shit! I’m nuttin baby!”

Loves letting you ride him as well, just so he can encourage you until your legs are weak.

“Come on baby, you can do it.”

“Get that nut baby, work for that nut.”

“That pussy feels so good~”

Much more conservative with sexual acts in public. The most you'll get from him is a warning telling you to act right.

“Just wait until we're home baby, imma give you what you're asking for.”

And don't think he’s not gonna whip you into shape when you catch an attitude in public. 

“Lose the fucking attitude right now.” You huffed and rolled your eyes, standing in line to pay for your clothes. “I don’t have a fucking attitude.” Solo hums at your words and says, “Alright.”

Later that evening

“You ain’t got no attitude no more do you?” You were ass up face down with your moans bouncing off the walls. “N-no Solo!” His hands massaged your hips as he pounded into you with no mercy, making your body jerk forward with each thrust. “That’s what I thought. But don't worry, Imma make sure you don't catch an attitude again.”

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Nasty Dancer

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

Joseph Yokozuna Fatu (born March 18, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand under the ring name Solo Sikoa as the leader of The Bloodline.

Aphrodite Erykah Caramanica (born February 7, 1996) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the Smackdown brand as a manager of The Bloodline stable. She is also a former one-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion.

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Aphrodite had worked tirelessly to reach this moment. From the moment she signed her contract with WWE in 2020, she knew her journey wouldn't be easy. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge. Her unyielding confidence had been her trademark ever since she stepped foot into the NXT developmental brand. She wasn’t just a talented wrestler; she was a force to be reckoned with. Two-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion—her accolades spoke for themselves. Aphrodite was a rising star in the wrestling world, and it was time for the world to see what she was truly capable of.

Her big moment had finally arrived.

It was the debut of WWE's weekly Monday Night Raw program on Netflix, a new chapter for the company. The streaming service had chosen to bring wrestling to the forefront of their programming, and this was the perfect event to launch the next era. The stars of WWE were out in full force, making their way down the red carpet at the Intuit Dome in Inglewood, California. The cameras flashed as each wrestler posed, showcasing their Hollywood-ready looks. Aphrodite stood among them, effortlessly commanding attention in a stunning outfit that was a perfect mix of strength and elegance. Her aura was undeniable—every inch the star she was born to be.

As the cameras captured her every move, she felt a rush of excitement. This was just the beginning.

Backstage, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The locker rooms were filled with wrestlers catching up, preparing for the night's events, and celebrating their own achievements. But for Aphrodite, everything was about to change. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she signed with WWE, and she had known deep down that her time at NXT wouldn’t last forever. The next phase of her career had been calling to her, and now, Paul Levesque was about to make it official.

Aphrodite stood with Paul in a quiet corner of the backstage area, her heart pounding in anticipation. The words she had been waiting for were about to leave his lips.

“You’ve done exceptionally well over at NXT,” Paul said, looking at her with an approving smile. “But it’s time to make your mark on SmackDown.”

Aphrodite’s eyes widened. She had expected this moment to come, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. “I’m ready,” she said with a confident grin.

Paul nodded, but the next words he spoke made her stomach drop. “After discussing with the creative team, we believe your next role should be The Bloodline’s manager… Joseph’s special counsel. His wisewoman.”

Aphrodite blinked, unsure whether she had heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

Paul’s expression was unwavering. “Very serious. Heyman and Joe have been keeping an eye on you for a while now, and they think you’re perfect for the next phase of The Bloodline storyline. You should be honored.”

Her mind raced. The Bloodline? The most powerful faction in WWE. And not just as a member, but as a manager? Aphrodite had built her career on being unapologetically bold, and now she would be standing beside one of WWE’s most dominant forces. But there was more to this than just the role.

“I’ll do it,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I can’t stay at NXT forever, and this could be the chance to prove myself to everyone.”

Paul gave a satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll leave you to enjoy the show. Congratulations, Aphrodite.”

As Paul walked away, Aphrodite stood frozen for a moment, processing everything. Her mind quickly flashed to her past—years of struggle, sweat, and sacrifice to reach this point. Now, here she was, about to step into the most high-profile role of her career.

After the conversation with Paul, Aphrodite wandered through the backstage area, absorbing the whirlwind of activity around her. The stars of Raw and SmackDown mingled, catching up, sharing stories and preparing for the night’s events. It was a celebration of the future, of new beginnings, and of the legacy of WWE’s most iconic athletes.

Aphrodite caught sight of Trinity, one of her closest friends in WWE, who waved her over with a grin. “Hey, Dottie!” Trinity called. “Let’s get some pictures!”

Aphrodite smiled, stepping over to her friend. They posed together for a few photos, laughing and reminiscing. As they were finishing up, Aphrodite noticed a familiar face nearby—none other than Travis Scott.

“Hey, Jacques,” Aphrodite greeted with a knowing smile. She was one of the few who could call him by his real name, a testament to their long history together.

“Hey, Dottie,” Travis said, pulling her into a hug. They had known each other for years, both rising to prominence in their respective worlds—Aphrodite in WWE, and Travis in the music industry. Their bond was strong, built on years of shared experiences.

As they chatted, Aphrodite couldn’t help but let slip the news of her big call-up. “I’m officially on the main roster,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Travis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “That's amazing. I knew you had it in you. You always did.”

He paused for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “You know what? I think I should make your entrance theme song. What do you think?”

Aphrodite’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that, Jacques! Let’s make it happen.”

They exchanged a quick handshake, sealing the deal, before Aphrodite was pulled away by a member of the production crew.

The production crew member led Aphrodite down a hallway, her thoughts still racing from the earlier conversation. They stopped in front of a backstage area where none other than Joseph Fatu—better known as Solo Sikoa, the self-proclaimed "Tribal Chief" of The Bloodline—was waiting. The moment she laid eyes on him, a strange mixture of emotions stirred within her.

“Looks like it’s official,” Joseph said, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. “So, you're my wisewoman now?”

Aphrodite couldn’t suppress a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I am, Joseph.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ouch. What happened to calling me Sefa?”

Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed as the years of history between them surfaced in an instant. “Ain’t that reserved for family?”

Once upon a time, she had been ready to take that next step with him. But he had ended things abruptly. He’d chosen to reunite with his baby mama for the sake of their sons, and Aphrodite had respected his decision, even if it broke her heart.

Joseph’s expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. “You can still call me Sefa, Aphrodite,” he said quietly, his tone shifting from playful to sincere.

Aphrodite stared at him for a long moment, the emotions inside her a swirl of unresolved feelings. But she had been through too much to let herself be caught up in old memories. She couldn’t afford to let him get to her, not again. He had broken her once, and she wasn’t about to give him the power to do it again.

She kept her voice calm and professional. “I’ll call you whatever I need to for the job, Sefa. Let’s keep this professional, alright?”

Joseph looked at her for a moment longer, as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aphrodite. Professional. But just know, I’m glad you’re here. The Bloodline needs you.”

Her chest tightened at his words. The Bloodline—the very thing she was now a part of. But it wasn’t just about the group; it was about proving herself to everyone who had ever doubted her.

With a nod, Aphrodite turned to face the cameras, knowing that the journey ahead would not only challenge her professionally but personally. The eyes of the world would be on her, and she had no intention of letting them down. No matter what happened, she would rise to the occasion, unyielding and unapologetic, just as she always had.

As the segment wrapped, Aphrodite walked off, the weight of her new role settling into her bones. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: She wasn’t going anywhere.

Next: Chapter Two

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as a single pic or gif in my story as an opener kind of writer you girlies be eating tf up with them trio of pics or the fake social media posts from said characters.

[empressdede]

Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 1

Chapter One

“We’ll have Kayla give you the run around with how everything should be set up and she’ll help you get things going. Congratulations on your first day, good luck.” Eddie, a backstage producer had told me before walking off.

I was just hired on as an interviewer for WWE and I couldn’t really say I was that excited. Although this is a big opportunity for me, there was a couple people from my past who were here that I wish I could’ve left in the past.

But when my best friend, Jada, told me about the opportunity, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers.

“I know it may seem scary but once you get acquainted with everyone, it’ll be easier for you.” Kayla starts as she takes over the tour. “Everyone here is very nice, so don’t be intimidated so easily.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Kayla I don’t think there’s a person here who can intimidate me. I don’t frighten easy.” It was true though. No matter how big, tall or muscular someone could be, it didn’t phase me at all. Not even a little bit.

Kayla laughed right back, “Okay, Good. I know most people come in and they’re so afraid to mess up because they work for such a big company; but I think you have enough confidence to do a great job.”

“Thank you Kayla, that really means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem girl. We’ll go around and introduce you to everyone backstage so that you can-“

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” A voice called out from afar, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. So much for keeping them in the past.

Kayla and I turned around to watched the entire bloodline walk up to us. Unfortunately I grew up with these fools, our parents were close and they always had us hanging out together. The Uso brothers and Roman were older so they didn’t hang out with me as much as their little brother did.

“We heard you was coming, but we thought Ma was just talking just to talk. Damn, look at lil Sorai.” Jonathon teased as he pulled me into a hug.

I gave him the hug in return but kept it short, pulling away from him. “I’m not lil Sorai, I’m grown now Jon.”

Joshua threw his arm around my neck to pull me into a hug as well. “She think cause she gain a lil weight she grown.” Josh laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a grown women, thank you.” I stated, pulling back from that hug as well. “I pay big girl bills now just like the rest of em.”

“Don’t think just cause you ‘grown’ you think you can walk around doing whatever. Joe on a mission to keep that whole locker room away from you.” Josh stated, throwing quotations around the word ‘grown’ as if it meant nothing to him.

And in reality, it probably didn’t. Seeing these boys did nothing but push those big brother instincts that they had over me back in high school.

They would run everyone away from me if they could. No boy stood a chance against these boys, and I wasn’t about to let them repeat my high school life all over again.

“Guys, Its been a couple of year. Don’t you think it’s time to drop this big brother act already? I mean We’re all grown now.”

It was Joe who spoke up this time. “Grown? You think she look grown Josh?”

“Nah not even a little bit, what about you Uce?” Josh asked, turning to his twin.

“Still look like the same lil Sorai from the playground. Ain’t that right Solo?” Jon asked his little brother.

Solo stared at me with the most intense look in his eyes before answering his brother. “Yeah, same lil Sorai from the playground.” He agreed, a small smirk on his face.

Solo fucking Sikoa. Damn I couldn’t stand him. Ever since we were kids, he would always teased me about every little thing and made sure to irritate my last nerve just to get a laugh. But it wouldn’t be like that this time around, I’m gonna make sure of that.

“I see you still can’t stand up for yourself Sefa. Guess some things never change.”

“It’s Solo.” He tried to correct but I shrugged him off turning to Kayla who looked amused from the whole interaction.

“Kayla, these fools are my wanna be brothers who tried to scare everyone away from me back in high school.” I stated, giving her the history of how I knew them.

“We don’t try to do nothing. We’ve successfully ran every lame away from lil Sorai because she don’t got time for heart break.” Jon bragged which caused me to roll my eyes.

“It’s a little too late for that. Listen as much as I would love to play catch up, Me and Kayla got things to do and I won’t be caught slacking on my first day. “ I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction of the group of boys to follow Kayla to wherever she had to take me.

“Aye Kayla, when y’all finish up bring her to our locker room so she can know where its at. That way we can play catch up!” Jonathan called out. Kayla let out a shout of agreement with a playful smirk on her face as we continued down the hall.

“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Oh Lord.

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.3 Final

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the requesting and trusting me once again @royalkay23 and sorry this last chapter took so long.

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

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Puerto Rico

Joe’s POV

“So, you ain’t got time for an old friend Joe?” Dainelle’s sister Regina asked as I sighed.

“I ain’t got time for this, I got somewhere to be,” I said as Danielle and her sister tried to block my path.

“So, you just gonna ignore me, Joe,” Danielle said as I paused truly not in the mood. My meds had me feeling a little bad this morning.

I slept in a little longer this morning while everyone else went to get things ready for Kayla’s birthday dinner.

“Yes, I am 'cause you have been out of pocket this whole damn trip,” I said as her sister Regina rolled her eyes.

“Nah, I’m serious Regina, you sister been trippin’” I said as Danielle looked guilty.

“Why don’t you fill me in Joe,” Regina said looking confused at her sister.

“Let’s just go, I ain’t worried about it anymore,” Danielle said as I shook my head.

“Did she tell you the first night on the ship she tried to push up on Jey. Like even after he told her that he had someone?”

“Wait, you told me he found you that night and begged for a second chance. Then his girlfriend got jealous and tried to attack you,” Regina said frowning at her sister.

“More like she tried to break up his relationship, she even showed up at Kayla’s birthday dinner in the Bahamas being messy as fuck. That’s why Kayla beat her ass,” I said as Regina looked disgusted.

“You lied to me and got me out here about to confront people about shit that didn’t even happen,” she hissed as Danielle sighed.

“She did threaten me!” Danielle said trying to plead her case as Regina scoffed.

 “You interrupted her birthday dinner with bullshit, and you tried to come on to her man. I woulda beat yo’ ass too, you are lucky that’s all she did,” Regina said as I nodded in agreement as Danielle wiped her tears.

“Look, Jey has moved on, and Danielle needs to do the same. Things could have gone way worse than it did the other day,” I said as Regina nodded.

“I’m really sorry about this Joe. Tell Jey I wish them well, and he won’t have to worry about my sister anymore, I guarantee it,” Regina said as I nodded leaving them alone.

“I already told you I ain’t going to bother them anymore!” I heard Danielle yell in the distance as I made my getaway.

“Yeah, you better, before I tell your little rich boyfriend and he cuts you off,” Regina said as I shook my head. Damn, she's really up to the same shit.

Looking for someone rich to sink her claws into. I swear I’m so glad Jey let that shit go all those years ago.

I went around the block so they couldn’t see where I was originally going. When the coast was clear I ducked into the restaurant.

“Bianca doing the damn thang,” I muttered watching her put the final touches on Kayla’s 40th birthday backdrop.

“Damn girl, you snapped on that,” I said admiring it but paused seeing her nervousness.

“Are you sure?” she asked looking over her work and gazing back at the crew from the venue putting the finishing touches on their own decorations.

“I think it’s awesome Bee, you’re really talented, sis,” I said as she smiled.

 “I really like it too, I just hate the restaurant did more gold in their decorations and only like a little speck of silver,” Bianca sighed running her finger over her tired face as I gave her a hug.

“It matches Bee, now stop stressing. Plus, I know Kayla is going to love it all,” I said, reassuring her as Montez walked in shaking his head.

“Did you tell her to stop stressing, I know I did” he said as she rolled her eyes, as shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m just sayin’ you’re being critical of yourself, and everything is amazing. It’s amazing because you made it Bee,” Montez said as she cracked a smile.

“Thanks baby, it means a lot coming from you,” she said taking a deep breath as he came over to comfort her.

“Let’s finish strong, the girls are out back with Sefa and Jimmy. We almost got everything done out there,” he said taking her in his arms as she smiled.

“I can if you wit me,” she whispered as he gently kissed her lips. “Girl, “I’m always wit you,” he whispered as I took the hint and left them alone.

Robin’s POV

“This looks so beautiful, I just can’t wait,” Trin said as we moved in sync finishing up as I spotted Joe.

“Hey you! How are you feeling?” I asked as he wrapped me up in his arms. “Never better, I told you I would help ya’ll,” he whispered as I shook my head.

“Nope, your doctor said rest, and you did enough the other day,” I said caressing his back. “I feel fine baby, and the nausea has finally passed,” he reassured me as I caressed his beard. “I’m glad, but we’re almost done so just take a seat,” I said as he sighed but complied with my wishes as we finished up.

“Just chill Uce, we got it,” Sefa said as Joe relaxed in his chair. Days like these the start of the day is rough but thank God he feels better as the day goes on.

“Yea, you gotta be on security detail tonight,” Jimmy said as Joe rolled his eyes. “No, I’m actually making sure the proposal entertainment gets here,” he said as I smiled.

“Wait, he said yes?” I asked as Joe smiled. “Oh! Jey and Kayla are gonna flip,” I squealed as Trin and Jimmy looked confused, then it clicked for Jimmy.

“Oh, shit Case gon’ come through and sing,” Jimmy said as Trin smiled.

“Glad you figured it out Jurdy cause’ when we were planning this trip, ya’ll was throwing so many ideas out I honestly forgot,” she said as we laughed.

“We almost there ya’ll, in a couple hours Jey and Kayla are going to be engaged,” Cameron said looking around taking everything in as we all tried to contain our excitement but, in the end, it was all going to be worth it.

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Regen Seven Seas Cruises

Jey and Kayla’s Suite

Kayla’s POV

“Jey, wait a minute” I moaned, pushing against his head and sliding back slightly trying to create some distance as he worked my body into a frenzy with his talented tongue.

“You think I’m playin’ don’t you? I told you to stop runnin’.” The pure hunger in his voice made my heart race as he moved to the foot of the bed.

“Jey! Oh, fuckI” I gasped, unable to think as Jey possessively pulled me to the end of the bed, bending my trembling legs to my chest as he kneeled before me.

“Mmhm, I told you it was breakfast time,” he moaned as I squealed in surprise as he glided his flat long tongue along my slit over and over taking his time as I writhed helplessly on the bed.

“Happy birthday baby,” he whispered as I gasped trying to catch my breath as his tongue swirled and stroked my pussy.

“Thank you!” I squealed in gratitude as he moaned, concentrating on the task at hand.

“Hold dem legs, Daddy’s hungry,” he whispered as his masterful tongue dipped inside my wet hot center, never stopping as he added a finger, then two, curving it against my G-spot over and over.

 “Yes! Eat Daddy, eat your pussy!” I screamed, trying to hold my legs as they started to shake.

“Mmm, Daddy love how wet his pussy gets for him,” he moaned, his tongue sensually flickering over my slit over and over.

“Just for you! Mmm, just for you,” I panted truly at his mercy as his long tongue devoured me.

“You gon’ cum for me birthday girl?........ Go ahead and cum for me,” Jey moaned, just as turned on as I was.

 How could I deny him, as his mouth and primal groans of encouragement brought me even closer to my release?  

My legs were now pure jello as that beautiful intense fire burning deep within me, exploded.

“Yes! Yes, I’m cummin’, oh!” I cried as Jey growled, releasing my clit, licking his lips in anticipation, and continuing to thrust his fingers against my g-spot hard and fast as I came undone for him.

My essence spilling from my body as he moaned truly pleased with himself.

“Oouu, fuck….You squirtin’ for Daddy, hell yea,” he praised as my essence continued to soak the bed.

“Jey, shit! Yes!” I screamed as his mouth once again engulfing my wet center as he quenched his thirst. My shaking legs falling on top of his shoulders as he caressed them.

My breath coming in short pants as he sensually cleaned me up with his tongue as I moaned. Damn, that was unexpected.

“Mmm, happy birthday baby,” he whispered as I weakly ran my fingers through his hair.

“Thank you,” I moaned trying to catch my breath as he reveled in my pleasure.

“Oh, trust me, it was my pleasure,” he said caressing my hips before getting up to start the shower.

“What about you?” I asked still trying to gather my bearings as he came back and scooped me up in his arms.

“That was for you, now let’s get you cleaned up so I can see you in that dress,” he whispered carrying me into the bathroom to shower.

Damn, my birthday is already starting off with a bang, literally. I wonder what he has in store for me tonight.

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The Experience

Kayla’s Birthday Dinner

Kayla’s POV

“Oh my god! This is too much,” I cried as we walked through into the venue.

“No, it isn’t,” Jey whispered gently kissing my neck as I tried to control my tears. “Oh, no ma’am don't ruin your makeup….Well at least not just yet,” Cameron said pulling me by the arm to show me around.

Everything was beautiful and I just felt overwhelmed and thankful for them all.

“Bee this has you written all over it and I love it,” I said looking at the beautiful backdrop as she smiled.

“See I told you she wouldn’t care that you put her real age up there,” Montez said as Sefa nudged him on the arm.

“Aye, never talk about women’s age man,” he said as I rolled my eyes at him.

“Just come get in the picture ya’ll,” I said pointing at Montez and Sefa as the photographer snapped a few shots.

The night was truly amazing, I mean it’s nothing like family, good food, good vibes and gifts. But out of all of that my most favorite and happiest time has been on the dance floor wrapped up in Jey’s arms.

“I can’t believe you found that dress I wanted, and you got them to do all my favorite dishes,” I whispered as we continued to dance.

“I told you I wanted you to have the best birthday ever,” he said as I smiled brightly at him. “I really have babe, and I don’t know how to thank you,” I said as our lips met in a loving kiss.

“I know how,” he said as I raised my eyebrows at him curiously. “How can I thank you?” I asked as he spun me around.

“Go put on the dress I got you,” he said as I laughed.

“You wanted me to wear this one, and now you want me to change into the other one,” I said trying to make sure I was understanding his request.

“Yes, go change because the night is just getting started,” he said as I smiled stealing a kiss before going back to the table and getting the dress out of the box.

“I’ll help you change,” Trin said as Cameron smiled. “Yea, I’ll help you too,” she said as they led me to the bathroom.

What the hell is going on?

Jey’s POV

“Are you Ready?” Bianca asked as I nodded, trying to calm my nerves. “Yeah, I’m more than ready,” I said as she gave me a hug before leading me outside as I felt my heart stop.  “Pick your jaw up Uce........ Yeah, we did that,” Montez said as I looked at them in disbelief.

“Holy shit! Are you serious, sis!” I exclaimed looking at her creation as she blushed. “Yes, we all worked together to make it happen, now enough talkin’ let’s get engaged. You can thank us later,” she said as Joe and Robin came up. “Alright all systems are a go,” Joe said as I nodded. “What are you up to? Where did ya’ll go?” I asked as he waved me off.

 “Don’t worry about that right now, we got you,” he said as Bianca fixed my tie.

“Go get engaged bro,” Sefa said as I smiled, my heart feeling so full as I walked down the pathway.

Kayla’s POV

“Ya’ll are up to something,” I said hearing Trin and Cameron laughing as Jimmy was guiding me around by the arm.  “Just go with it,” I heard Jimmy say as I laughed.

“You would say that, you and Trin into that kinky shit,” I said as Trin laughed. “So are you and Jey don’t even front,” Cameron said I smiled.

“I’ll never kiss and tell,” I said as Trin snickered. “Hell, you ain’t gotta tell, we heard ya’ll last night when we were heading our room ma’am,” Trin said as I blushed.

“Ok, we’re moving two steps to the left wit yo blushin’ ass,” Jimmy said as I laughed holding on to his arm.

“Oh, it smells nice out here,” I said feeling a small breeze.

Nervously, I braced myself as I felt the blindfold being taken off. I shook away my blurry vision trying to focus on what was before me.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped in shock as I saw Jey standing in a the center of a heart, made of rose petals, in front of the words “Marry Me” Instantly my heart began to beat wildly against my chest as he smiled brightly and at me holding a single rose in his hand.

Guess what I did today

Those were the words I said to you

It was last may, dont know the exact day

In my hand there was a ring

“Oh my god,” I whispered overwhelmed as I looked over to the side and saw Case singing standing beside Joe and Robin.

“Surprise,” Joe whispered smiling at me as shook my head in disbelief. They really did all this.

“What you waitin’ on sis, go to him,” Robin whispered as I nodded moving in a daze down the beautiful path.

Then you told me that you loved me

More than anything in your life

So I asked you would you do me

The honor of being my wife

Jey’s POV

My heart skipping a beat as Kayla came closer, I knew this was what I wanted more than anything in life. “Bout time you got down here,” I whispered taking her hand in mine, pulling her close as she tried to hide her tears.

“I know right, sorry to keep you waiting,” she laughed lightening the mood as I nodded wiped her tears truly entranced by her beauty.  

“I’d wait forever if I had to.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you and you’re the one for me,” I answered honestly as she smiled accepting the rose. Now all I needed her to do was to accept my proposal.

Yes I will

I will be your man

Your protector, your best friend

Till my humble life is ended

And time begins again, couldn't we be happily ever after?

“Are you sure?” she whimpered as I slowly kneeled before her. “Never been more sure of anything in my life, Kay. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Yea?” She asked still in shock, as I nodded, my own unshed tears beginning to fall as Kayla caressed my face. The loving action alone calmed my racing heart even as I melted into her touch.

“Yes, I want you to be my wife.”

“Then ask me, Joshua” she whispered wiping my tears. God, I love when my name from her beautiful lips.

Take you for my wife

The center of my life

And I will never, ever fade

From this choice I made, oh

Couldn't we be happily ever after?

“Three years ago, you found me, and you healed me from the inside out, Kay.  You taught me how to love, and every day with you is another chance for me to show you just how much I love you. I know one that I don’t want to do this thing called life without you by my side.”

“I don’t either,” Kayla cried as I released the breath I was holding, pulling the ring box out of my pocket, and opening it.

 Couldn't we be happily ever after

See today, I wanna make you my wife...

We could be strong together for so long

“I love you so much Kayla, will you marry me?” I asked as she nodded.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you so much,” she gasped, leaning down brushing her lips across mine as I felt the world melt away. My arms enclosing around her waist cherishing the moment.

“Am I gettin’ a new sister-in law or what?! I ain’t seen you put no ring on her finger,” Jimmy yelled as we laughed.

“She said yes!” I shouted, finally sliding the tear cut diamond on her finger. Kayla never once looked at her ring, her eyes never left mine.

Smiling brightly, I stood up as she jumped into my arms, our lips once again found each other as we shared a deep kiss. The thunderous applause and cheering seemed so far away as we got lost in each other.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Couldn't we be happily ever after

“You didn’t even look at your ring, babe,” I whispered caressing her face, as I placed her back on the ground as she smiled, finally looking down at her ring.

“Babe,it’s perfect babe, I love it,” she whispered as I smiled.

“I know you don’t like big and flashy so I went with the tear cut, I was hoping I got it right,” I said nervously as she grasped my hands.

Kayla’s POV

“I didn’t mean to not look at the ring, I just couldn’t stop lookin’ at you. I didn’t want to miss it,” I whispered as Jey caressed my hands. “Miss what baby?” he asked as I smiled trying to find the right words to say.

“How you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world…… Everything you said to me, I wanted to remember it all,” I said trying to keep my emotions in check but failing once again.

“You are the only girl in the world for me,” he whispered wiping my tears.

“Josh, I’m not marrying a ring; I’m marrying you-” My world a mere whisper as he nods, tasting my lips once again.

The cheering of our family and friends long forgotten as it seemed and felt like we were the only two people in the world. Truthfully, I was so happy they allowed us to be just that in this moment.

I was engaged…Holy shit…

Danielle’s POV

I knew what I said, and I didn’t mean to pry but I had called the restaurant while Regina and I were nearby to see if they had a reservation available. I got no answer at first but as we arrived at the restaurant someone finally answered.

They told me that the whole restaurant was closed for a private party, and they would reopen tomorrow night at their regular time.

As Regina and I were trying to look up another place to eat at out of my peripheral I saw Joe and Robin come outside. They met someone and instead of going back through the front they all ducked around back. As my sister called her husband back, I quietly followed them.

Imagine my surprise to see this lavish set up, realizing Jey was proposing to Kayla. I stayed quietly tucked away in a huge bush watching everything unfold.

“What the hell is you doin’?” Regina whispered, peaking over my shoulder as I shushed her. My heart dropping with each confession of love Jey bestowed upon Kayla.

“You really out here hidin’ in bushes…Bitch you done lost it,” she said as I put my hand over her mouth.

“Damn, do you want them to know we’re here,” I sighed removing my hand as we quietly watched Jey propose.

Watching everyone so happy for them gutted me. Alright, enough of this we shouldn’t be here let’s go Regina snapped leading me away from the happy scene.  The silence killing me as she dragged me down the street.

“You can let me go now,” I said as we got closer to the ship.

Can I really Danielle, I mean you out here followin’ people and hidin’ in fuckin bushes,” she said finally letting my hand go, continuing to walk as I stopped.

“What you gotta say?” I asked, seeing her head shake as she continued to walk, pissing me off even more. Always so judgmental.

“Stop fuckin’ walking and talk to me! I yelled as she stopped and turned to face me.

"Fine, we can talk, but I’m done with talkin’ to you with the kid gloves.”

"What the fuck does that mean?”

“Danielle, after all of that you just saw, do you still think you have a chance with Jey? Like how do you not see how much Jey loves that girl,” she said as her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I know that,” I whispered defeatedly, really shocking myself that I said it. Regina’s face softened as her phone rang but she sighed, hitting ignore.

“I ain’t in the mood Joe” she whispered as I scoffed watching her text him. “You judging me, but Joe is calling you? Wouldn’t surprise me if ya’ll are still fuckin’” I said as she slapped me.

“First off Joe is happily married, and I don’t play that shit of sleeping with men that are taken. We’re friends and have been friends since college, don’t play with me Danielle” she hissed as I rubbed my face.

“I know and I’m sorry-” I started as her phone ranging interrupted us once again.

“Hey….Joe, I already told you that I took care of it. We’re almost back at the ship, ya’ll just enjoy your night and tell Robin I said hello,” she said before hanging up.

“So, he saw us?”

“Girl, Joe clocked you the minute you followed him and Robin. He ain’t dumb, that’s why he was near the bush.”

“There really is no hope, is it?” I whispered as Regina shook her head. “No there isn’t,” she said as I broke down.

I was so wrapped in the money, that I never took the time to really love him,” I started as Regina cut me off.

“Look, I don’t mean to hurt you, but all of that is water under the bridge now. You’re beating a dead horse, Jey has moved on and you should do the same,” she said as we stood in silence.

I knew she was right, and I knew what I had to do.

I had to let him go……I played myself, and I had nobody to blame but myself.  I hate to admit it but I’m happy Jey found someone to love him.  He deserved it…We all did.

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Later that night

Jey and Kayla’s Suite

Kayla’s POV

“Mmm, babe, where are we going,” I gasped feeling him throbbing even harder inside me as he carried me to the shower on the balcony.

I know the neighbors are tired of us, because it’s been on and poppin’ ever since we arrived back.

We couldn’t get enough of each other; clothes were scattered everywhere and the bed a mess as he made me cum again and again bending to his will as.

I ain't afraid to drown

If that means I'm deep up in your ocean, yeah

Girl, I'll drink you down

Sipping on your body all night

“Fuck!” I moaned, my back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped around Jey’s waist and my fingers entangled in his hair. His primal thrusts and growls set my body ablaze as he sucked on my neck.

 I just wanna take your legs and wrap 'em 'round

Girl, you coming right now

My head to your chest feeling your heartbeat, girl

Swimming all in your sea, and you sweating all over me

Bring it forward, don't you run, run

“Mmhm, I didn't forget, I always keep my promises. Now tell me again, what’s today?” he moaned as his back took the brunt of the steaming hot water as it cascaded over us, our cries of pleasure filled the still of the night as he went deeper.

“It’s my birthday!” I exclaimed as Jey grasped my throat, taking me in a scorching kiss as my vision began to blur, fuck, I was close.

I don't want to be a minute man

Baby, you're just like a storm raining on me

Girl, you're soaking wet, whoa-whoa

“Yes, it is, and you deserve the world,” Jey moaned against my lips as his pace begins to quicken even more as I pulsed around him, clawing at his back as he growled going even deeper as my legs began to quiver.

“Fuck, my birthday girl about to cum, ain’t you beautiful?”  He groaned as I nodded, unable to speak.

“Tell me Kay, how does my birthday girl want to cum?” he moaned as I groaned at his question, now meeting his thrusts with equal desperation.

I'ma kiss it right, yeah, yeah

I'm gon' lick all night, yeah, yeah

Girl, when I'm inside, yeah, yeah

Yeah girl, you heard what I said

I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

“Mmmhm, that’s it, you can do it baby.”

“Baby! Oh, baby! I screamed as Jey soothed me, caressing my face as we chased our end together, his eyes never leaving mine as we moved in sync.

“Mmm, shit!” I gasped as I braced one of my arms against the tile for leverage, the other holding on to his neck for dear life as I began bouncing harder on his dick.

 “Yeeaa, get dat dick,” he gasped, grasping my hips, beginning to thrust harder as I screamed. Intense sharp tingles shot through my body overwhelming me as he swallowed my cries with his lips.  Our kisses igniting an even deeper passion.

You don't know what you're in for

'Bout to get inside your mental, huh

Bend ya back like it's limbo

I'ma make you feel like a nympho

Tonight, oh-whoa, you're mine, baby girl, oh

 “Mmhm, dats it......Ride dat shit… Fuuuckk…. You my lil rider ain’t you?” he asked, his words making me even wetter.

“Yes! I’m your lil rider!” I cried as he growled in appreciation.

“Mmhm, I know you are baby......... Now tell Daddy, do you wanna cum on his dick….. Or in his mouth,” he whispered against my lips as I pulsed tighter around him.

I was turned on beyond belief as Jey himself was vying very hard to keep his eyes open as we climbed our mountain of pleasure together.

As the minutes passed we became even more lost in each other. “Answer me, Kayla, how do you want Daddy to please you?” Jey rasped as I moaned in appreciation at his eagerness.

“Oouu, fuck! I want to cum on both, Daddy!” I cried, his eyes snapping open in shock at my request. A primal growl escaped his lips as he swiftly gripped me under my thighs bouncing me with ease on his dick as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Who am I to deny the birthday girl,” he whispered, his strokes powerful and deliberate as I clawed at his neck, our lips meeting once again in a deep kiss.

“Mmm, cum for me,” he moaned releasing my lips as I fell apart in his arm as he held me tight.

“I’m cummin! Jey, fuck!” I gasped as my orgasm overtook me. “Fuck yea, squirt on dat dick……… It feels good don’t it?” he groaned as I whined against his lips.

“Yes! Ohhh, fuck yes! Mmm,” I moaned as I felt Jey’s hands grip my hips tighter.

“Fuck, I love you,” he groaned as he met his end, stilling inside me as his body trembling against mine.  

 “Mmm,I love you too,” I whispered collapsing against his shoulders totally spent as Jey reached over and turned off the shower.

My second request far from my brain as I tried to gather myself and recover, but it wasn’t lost upon Jey. 

Jey’s POV

 “One more to go birthday girl,” I whispered lifting her up further, wrapping her legs around my shoulders as she gasped in shock. “One more?” she gasped as I smirked.

 “Uh-huh, I’m givin’ my birthday girl what she asked for, now keep dem eyes on me,” I whispered, slowly and teasingly tasting her soaking wet lips, savoring her addictive taste. 

Any time you want it, I'm ready and willing, girl, to give it

I start to lick your body, you go to trembling

Flip it around, girl, lemme get it from the side

And can I visit all those spots you like?

Your neck, your back, your sexy lips, booty and thighs

“Jey!” She moaned grabbing the shower head above us as I pleased her. “I owe you one, cum for Daddy one more time baby,” I moaned as her hungry lust-filled eyes rolled back in her head.

“Shit!.....Hmm, happy birthday to me,” she gasped moving her hips against my tongue as I held her in place. Her pussy trembling against my mouth as I lapped up her juices, making sure to leave no part of her untouched as she rode my face, chasing her next nut.

I had never seen a more beautiful sight than what was before me. Kayla’s legs trembling, her head thrown back in pleasure as she gripped the shower head, rocking her hips against my mouth.

 “Mmhm, use me baby,” I moaned as I nipped at her clit, her gasps anxious and needy as I was relentless devoured her pussy with my mouth.

“Oh my God!” She gasped as I stilled her hips, swirling my tongue around her clit. “Jey, I’m....Again," her voice fading as her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her strong.

“I know, and I want it all.…. And.. I… Mean… Every….Single… Drop,” I groaned welcoming her essence.

 “Mmm, drink it all, Daddy! Fuck!”She cried, her hips continuing to writhe against my mouth as her orgasm washed over her for the third time tonight.

The sounds of her heavy breathing and moans were music to my ears as she smiled shyly down at me trying to catch her breath.

I'ma kiss it right (oh-oh), yeah, yeah

I'm gon' lick all night (oh-oh), yeah, yeah (girl, when I'm inside and I get to ya)

Girl, when I'm inside, yeah, yeah

Yeah girl, you heard what I said

'Cause I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

“Thank you for your cooperation, you tasted so good,” I moaned kissing her thigh as she ran her fingers through my wet hair.

“No, thank you.” she whispered as I reluctantly I placed her back on the ground as she held the wall to steady herself.

I couldn’t help but smirk at my handy work.

“You think anybody heard us?” she asked as I chuckled. “I don’t care if they did.  I told you the first day what was gon’ happen on this balcony before this trip was over and I meant that shit,” I said as she blushed.

“Are we really engaged?” she whispered, still in somewhat disbelief looking at her finger as I smiled brightly at her. “Yes, we are engaged baby, and I can’t wait to make you my wife, “I whispered gently kissing her on the lips.

 “I can’t wait either…….Thank you for making my birthday special,” she said caressing my beard as I smiled.

 “Thanks for lovin’ me,” I said truthfully honored to have her in my life.

I knew it wasn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows every day, but I knew I couldn’t wait to do this thing called life with Kayla by my side.

 I knew we could make it through anything as long as we had each other, and I couldn’t wait for the next chapter in our lives.

The end

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The Nanny | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: The truth comes out.

Chapter: 6/6

Face Claim: Jasmine Cephas Jones

Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Utter chaos, Toxic parent, Punishment, Dom/sub, spanking, praise, masochism, teasing, riding, degradation, edging, p in v.

This is the Solo x Amanda sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better and Baddie and The Beast. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

Word count: 5,482

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso @adoreesun

The room is filled with laughter and chatter as everyone gathers at Marina and Cove's first birthday party. Friends and family are gathered around the large table, admiring the beautifully decorated cake and the adorable twins in their matching outfits.

Solo and Amanda are standing together, holding hands and laughing with the others. Amanda seems to be on her best behavior, acting as though nothing is wrong and that everything is perfect.

Kiley spots Iris and Roman across the room and makes her way over to them, a determined look on her face.

Kiley pulls out the folder she received from Tatiana and hands it to Iris. "I have something important to show you," she says, her voice low and serious.

Iris takes the folder, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What is this?" she asks, opening the folder and starting to read the contents.

Roman looks over Iris' shoulder as she reads, his expression growing more and more concerned with each page. They exchange a glance, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Iris' eyes flash with anger as she finishes reading the report. She slams the folder shut and turns to Roman, her voice shaking with fury. "This lying sniveling little bitch lied about her qualifications to take care of our children so she can get to Solo," she says, her eyes blazing. "I will take her to court and fucking destroy her. She showed me a fraudulent early childhood education degree."

Roman quickly grabs Iris' arm, holding her back as she tries to lunge at Amanda. "Babygirl, calm down," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "Not here, not now."

Iris struggles against Roman's grip, her anger making her wild. "Let me go!" she snaps, her eyes fixed on Amanda who is looking around in confusion. "LET ME THE FUCK GO, ROMAN." She shouts, later consequences for yelling at the tribal chief be damned. And the stunned expression on his face most definitely told the story that Iris wouldn't be walking correctly or sitting comfortably after he gets his hands on her later. For now though, she's in mama bear mode.

Jey rushes over to help Roman, wrapping his arms around Iris from behind and holding her tightly. "You need to calm down, sis," he says, his voice calm but firm. "This isn't the time or place."

Everyone's eyes were now on the scene unfolding.

The twins were starting to cry, their innocent little faces scrunching up in confusion and fear. Solo, who was standing beside Amanda, looks completely bewildered by the commotion.

Jax and Myra quickly rush to pick up the twins, holding them in their arms and soothing them gently. They whisper calming words to the babies, trying to distract them from the chaos.

Iris, still seething with anger, manages to compose herself enough to fire Amanda on the spot. "You're fired," she says, her voice shaking with rage. "Get out of my house and never come back."

Amanda looks stunned and taken aback by the sudden dismissal. She glances at Solo, who is watching the scene with a mix of surprise and concern. "But...I..." she starts to say, but Iris cuts her off.

"GET YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT or I will have you arrested for trespassing. I'll sue you and take every penny your bitchass mama has." She says.

Amanda's eyes widen in fear at the threat, and she quickly scurries out of the room, grabbing her things and fleeing the house. The party atmosphere has completely dissolved, replaced by a tense and uncomfortable silence.

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Amanda leans against the wall outside, tears streaming down her face as she waits for her uber. She can't believe she was dumb enough to go along with her mom's plan.

Solo walks up to Amanda, his expression stern and demanding. "What the hell was that about?" he asks, his voice firm.

Amanda looks up at Solo, her face streaked with tears. "I...I can explain," she says, her voice trembling.

Solo crosses his arms and waits for her to continue, his eyes narrowed. "Then explain. I'm waiting."

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "My mom..." she starts, but the words get caught in her throat.

Solo raises an eyebrow, his patience running thin. "Your mom what? Spit it out, Amanda."

Amanda finally blurts out the truth. "My mom convinced me to get close to you guys and marry into the family. First with Zilla but then he ended up with Kiley and I got fired. So she got me a fake resume and a fake degree so I could get hired as the Nanny for Iris and Roman, so I could get close to you..." she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Solo stares at her in shock and disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?" he says, his voice laced with anger. "You faked a resume and degree just to get close to me?"

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face again. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice cracking. "I know it was wrong and stupid, but my mom made me do it. She said it was the only way I could get out of this dead end life."

Solo's heart breaks as he realizes the truth. He had genuinely started to develop feelings for Amanda, but now he realizes that she was only using him for his family's wealth.

He takes a step back, his expression a mix of hurt and anger. "I can't believe I fell for your lies," he says, his voice filled with disappointment. "I thought you actually cared about me."

Amanda reaches out to him, her eyes pleading. "I do care about you, Solo," she says, her voice desperate. "At first, yes, I only cared about the money, the fame. But as I got to know you and your family, I started to care about you as a person. Please believe me."

Solo turns his back on Amanda and walks away, his heart heavy with betrayal. He doesn't want to hear her excuses or apologies. All he can think about is the fact that she had used him and his family for her own gain.

Amanda watches as he walks away, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She knows that she has lost him forever, and that the chance of ever having a real relationship with him is gone.

Amanda arrives at her mother's house, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She is met with a barrage of insults and accusations from her mother, who is furious that her plan failed.

"You stupid girl!" Beatrice shouts.

"You had one job, and you couldn't even do that right," she continues, her voice filled with venom. "You had Solo wrapped around your finger and you blew it. Now what? We're back to square one."

Beatrice paces back and forth, her anger palpable. "We need a new plan, and fast. We can't let this opportunity slip away," she says, her eyes narrowing as she thinks.

For the first time in her life, Amanda feels a spark of defiance and determination. She takes a deep breath and stands up to her mother.

"No," she says firmly. "I'm done being your pawn. I'm done letting you control my life and use me for your own gain."

Beatrice looks taken aback, clearly not expecting her daughter to stand up to her.

"Excuse me? I brought you into this world-" she says, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"Yeah, yeah and you can take me out. You heard me," Amanda says, her voice gaining strength. "I'm done with your schemes and manipulation. I'm going to live my own life and make my own choices."

Beatrice's face turns red with anger. "You ungrateful little brat!" she spits out. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me?"

Amanda takes a step back, but her resolve doesn't waver. "Everything you've done for me? You mean using me as a tool to further your own ambitions? To manipulate people and get what you want?"

Beatrice's eyes flash with fury. "You're so naive, Amanda. You don't know anything about the real world. You need me to guide you, to take care of you."

Amanda shakes her head. "No, I don't need you. I can take care of myself. I'm done being a puppet on your strings. I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."

With that, Amanda turns and walks out the door, not looking back. She feels a weight lifted off her shoulders as she leaves her mother's toxic influence behind. For the first time in her life, she is truly free to make her own choices and live her own life.

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Solo sits at the table in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey. Jacob and Myra, sit across from him. He'd gone to their place after shit hit the fan at the birthday party.

Jacob and Myra listen as Solo pours out his heart, telling them everything that had happened with Amanda. They listen patiently, offering comforting words and a sympathetic ear.

As Solo continues to talk, his voice grows thick with emotion. He can't believe that he was fooled by Amanda, that he had let himself fall for someone who only wanted him for his money.

"I feel so stupid," he says, shaking his head. "I should have seen through her lies from the beginning."

Myra reaches out and places a comforting hand on Solo's arm. "You can't blame yourself for falling for her," she says softly. "Amanda was good at manipulating people, she had us all fooled too. Well, everyone but me and LeLe." she says, Myra had been ready to ride as soon as Kiley had said who Amanda was. One thing Myra was always gon do is be there for her bestie.

Solo looks up at Myra, grateful for her understanding. "I just feel so betrayed," he says, his voice breaking. "I thought I could trust her, It hurts like hell. And the worse part? I think I still love her."

Jacob nods, "Love is complicated and scary, Uce," he says. "Especially when you've been hurt by it. But you're a strong man, Solo. You'll get through this."

Solo takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows that Jacob is right, but it's hard to let go of the pain and the love he still feels for Amanda.

"I just don't know how to move on from this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Myra gives Solo a sympathetic smile. "I know it's hard, but you have to give yourself time to heal," she says. "It's okay to be angry and hurt, but don't let it consume you. Take it one day at a time, and remember that you are loved and supported."

Solo nods, taking in Myra's words. He knows that she's right, that he needs to take things slow and give himself time to process everything that has happened.

"Thank you," he says, looking at both Myra and Jacob. "For being here for me, for listening. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Myra reaches out and gives Solo a tight hug. "You don't have to thank us," she says. "We're family, and family looks out for each other."

Jacob nods in agreement, clapping his cousin on the back. "We're always here for you, Uce. No matter what. We love you, Solo."

Solo takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort and relief wash over him.

"You know what? I think I'm feeling a bit better," he admits. "Ion know if it's the whiskey or the talking."

"Either way, you gon have to Uber on home so yo cousin can dick me down already." Myra jokes to lighten the mood.

Solo laughs at Myra's joke, grateful for the moment of levity. He shakes his head, a smirk on his face. "Alright alright. I'm out. Have fun you too."

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Amanda arrives at the WWE live show that weekend, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. She had been thinking about Solo constantly over the past week, and she couldn't get his hurt expression out of her mind. She knew she needed to apologize to him, even if it meant risking getting arrested for sneaking backstage.

Amanda finds a way to slip backstage, using her charm and wit to get past security. She moves through the corridors, trying to find Solo's locker room. Her heart pounds in her chest as she searches, knowing that she might not be welcome here.

Finally, she finds the right locker room, the one labeled 'bloodline' and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. She waits anxiously, hoping that Solo will answer.

After a moment, the door swings open. "My tribal chief, Amanda is here." Paul announces to Roman immediately.

Roman's eyes widen in surprise as he sees Amanda standing there. He's shocked to see her after everything that happened at the twins birthday party. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his tone a mix of surprise and anger.

Amanda takes a step forward, looking up at Roman with pleading eyes. "I need to talk to Solo," she says. "Please, it's important."

Roman hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should let her in. But he knows that he can't keep her away from Solo forever. Not when his baby cousin had been moping around like a lost puppy without her. "Five minutes.You have five minutes." He sighs and steps aside, gesturing for her to enter the locker room.

Amanda enters the locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. She sees Solo sitting on the couch, looking up at her in shock.

"Amanda? What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice laced with surprise and a hint of anger.

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I came to apologize," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry."

Solo's expression hardens as he looks at Amanda. "Apologize? After everything you did, you think an apology is going to make it all better?" he asks, his voice cold.

Amanda flinches at Solo's words, feeling the sting of his anger. "I know it won't make it all better," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to try. I had to tell you how sorry I am, how much I regret everything."

Amanda looks up at Solo, her eyes pleading. "Can we talk in private, please?" she asks, her voice soft and desperate.

Solo looks at her for a moment, considering her request. He's not sure if he wants to be alone with her, he don't know if he can trust himself to not fuck her senseless but he can see the sincerity in her eyes.

"Fine," he says gruffly. "But only for a minute."

"Make it quick, you need to be back in time for the main event." Roman states.

"Of course, my tribal chief." Solo agreed.

Solo leads Amanda out of the locker room and into a secluded hallway. He crosses his arms, looking at her expectantly. "Okay, we're alone. What did you want to talk about?"

Amanda takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She looks up at Solo, her eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry for everything," she says again. "I never meant to hurt you. I know I was selfish and careless, and I can't take it back. But I need you to know how much I regret it."

Solo looks at her, his expression softening slightly. "You say that, but you have no idea how much you hurt me," he says, his voice laced with pain. "You played with my emotions and toyed with my feelings. And for what? For money? to be in my family's spotlight?"

Amanda looks down, shame and guilt written all over her face. "I know," she says quietly. "I know I hurt you for money, and I'll never be able to make it right. But I do care about you, Solo. I always have."

Solo shakes his head, disbelief in his eyes. "You have a funny way of showing it," he says bitterly. "You lied to me, manipulated me, and played me for a fool in front of my entire bloodline. How am I supposed to believe that you care about me now?"

Amanda takes a step closer to Solo, her eyes pleading. "I did something reckless just to come here and apologize to you," she says earnestly. "I snuck into the venue, past security, and backstage. I took a huge risk just to talk to you, to try and make things right between us."

Solo looks at her, surprise evident in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to take such a big risk just to see him.

"You snuck in here? For me?" he asks, his voice softer now.

Amanda nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes," she whispers. "I had to see you, had to try and fix things. I know it's too late, I know you probably hate me, but I had to try."

Solo is silent for a moment, processing her words. He can see the sincerity in her eyes, and it's difficult to remain angry when she's standing there looking so vulnerable.

"I don't hate you," he finally says, his voice quiet. "But it's going to take more than just an apology to fix things between us."

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face. "I know," she says, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just needed you to know how sorry I am, how much I regret everything. That I finally stood up to my mother."

Solo looks at Amanda for a long moment, a conflicted expression on his face. He's torn between his anger and his desire to forgive her.

"If I forgive you," he says slowly, "I have one condition."

Amanda looks up at him, hope flickering in her eyes. "Anything," she whispers. "I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness."

Solo's eyes darken as he looks at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You said you'd do anything," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Then you'll submit to my punishment."

Amanda's heart skips a beat as she realizes what he means. She looks up at him, a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes.

Solo takes a step closer to her, towering over her. "Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?" he asks, his voice dripping with dominance.

Amanda nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes," she stammers.

After the show, Solo leads Amanda back to his house, his hand on the small of her back as they walk. The tension between them is palpable, a mix of unresolved emotions and anticipation.

Once they're inside, Solo closes the door behind them and locks it. He turns to look at Amanda, his eyes raking over her body. "Now that we're alone," he says.

Amanda shivers under his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the weight of his dominance, the promise of pain and pleasure in his words.

Solo walks over to her, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He stands in front of her, looking down at her with a predatory glint in his eyes. "Take off your clothes," he orders, his voice low and commanding.

Amanda hesitates for a moment, but the look in Solo's eyes leaves no room for argument. She slowly begins to undress.

As she undresses, Solo watches intently, his eyes drinking in every inch of her skin. Once she's fully naked, he steps closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her.

His hands are rough and possessive as they roam over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He runs his fingers along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Amanda gasps as he touches her, her body responding to his touch despite the circumstances. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's difficult when he's looking at her like that, with such intensity and hunger in his eyes.

"What's your Safeword?" Solo asked.

"Red" Amanda says.

Solo grabs her wrist and leads her over to the couch, pushing her down onto the cushions. He positions himself behind her, his hand resting on her bare back.

"Count for me," he says, his voice firm. "And if you lose count, we'll start again."

Amanda nods, bracing herself for the first spank. She feels his hand on her skin, and then the sharp sting of his palm against her flesh. She gasps, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body.

"One," she manages to say.

Solo smirks at her response, pleased that she's obediently counting for him. He continues the spanking, his hand connecting with her skin again and again.

"Three," she gasps out, tears welling up in her eyes.

With each spank, Amanda feels a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body is on fire, and she can feel herself getting wetter with each blow.

Solo doesn't stop, his hand moving with increasing force and intensity. "You're taking your punishment so well, baby" he says, his voice rough with desire.

Amanda's body is trembling now, her mind a haze of sensation. The sting of his hand, the heat of her skin, the throbbing between her legs - it's all too much.

"Owww, fuck!" she finally manages to gasp out, the word serving as a plea for mercy.

Solo pauses, his hand still raised. He looks down at her, a sly smile on his face. "That's not your safe word," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "You know what your safe word is, don't you?"

Amanda nods, tears streaming down her face. She knows her safe word, but she doesn't want to use it. She wants to feel the pain, to endure the punishment that he's doling out.

Solo chuckles darkly, his hand coming down again. "Then keep counting," he orders.

Amanda lets out a sob as he continues the spanking, her body arching with each blow. The pain is almost unbearable now, but she keeps counting, her voice growing hoarse with each number.

"Eight," she chokes out.

Solo is relentless, his hand coming down with a steady rhythm. He watches her intently, drinking in the way her body writhes beneath him.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "You're taking it so well. Just a few more."

Amanda's vision is blurry with tears, but she keeps counting, her voice barely above a whisper now. She's lost count of how many times he's spanked her, her mind consumed by the sensation of his hand on her skin.

"Please," she begs, not even sure what she's asking for anymore.

Solo stops, his hand finally stilling. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of her trembling body.

"You've done well," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. "You took your punishment beautifully."

Amanda lies there, panting and spent. Her body is still on fire, but the spanking has left her feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Solo moves to sit beside her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice possessive and commanding.

Amanda leans into his touch, her body seeking comfort after the intensity of the punishment. She's his now, completely and utterly. There's no going back from this, and the realization both terrifies and excites her.

Solo smiles, his hand moving down to caress her face. "You've learned your lesson," he says, his thumb tracing her jawline. "Now, I think it's time for a reward."

He leans in and kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pulls her into his lap.

Amanda melts into his kiss, her body still sensitive from the spanking. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he's her only lifeline.

Solo's hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and breasts. He pulls her closer, his body pressed against hers as he deepens the kiss.

As they kiss, Amanda can feel his arousal pressing against her. She rocks her hips against him, a low moan escaping her lips.

Solo breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hands moving to her thighs.

Amanda nods, her body craving more of his touch. She can feel herself getting wet again, her arousal returning with a vengeance.

Solo smirks, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips. He pulls her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positions her on his lap.

Amanda straddles him, her legs on either side of his hips as she lowers herself onto his cock, the two of them letting out a moan in unison.

Amanda continues to ride him, her body aching for release. She buries her face in his neck, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps.

Solo lets out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guides her movements. "That's it," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need."

Solo holds her close, his hands moving up to tangle in her hair. He tilts her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes burning with intensity.

Amanda meets his gaze, her eyes locked on his. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's a thrill in being completely at his mercy.

Solo smiles, clearly enjoying the sight of her like this. "Good girl," he says again, his hands sliding down to her ass. "You're so obedient, so willing to please me."

Amanda whimpers as his hands grip her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she rides him.

Solo watches her with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. "You're such a good slut," he murmurs.

Amanda nods, unable to deny the truth of his words. She is desperate for him, desperate for his touch, his approval, his control.

Solo's hands move to her hips again, stilling her movements. "But you're not allowed to come yet," he says, his voice firm. "Not until I say so."

Amanda lets out a frustrated whine, her body trembling with need. She tries to move against him again, but his grip on her hips is unyielding.

Solo chuckles, clearly enjoying her desperation. "Patience," he chides, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll get what you want when I decide you've earned it."

Amanda closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. She knows that he's right, that she needs to obey him if she wants to be rewarded. But the waiting is torture, every second feeling like an eternity.

Solo continues to hold her still, his hands tracing lazy patterns on her skin. He leans in and nibbles on her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "Just relax," he whispers. "Let me take care of you."

Amanda lets out a soft whimper, her body trembling with need. She opens her mouth to speak, but the only word that comes out is "Daddy."

Solo's eyes darken with desire at the sound of the word.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his grip on her hips tightening. "Say it again."

He starts to move against her, his body slowly grinding against hers, thrusting upwards.

Amanda moans again, the word "Daddy" falling from her lips like a prayer. She's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure and the need to obey him.

Solo's movements grow more insistent, his body driving against hers with a relentless rhythm. He watches her intently, drinking in the sight of her surrender.

They reach their climax together, their bodies shuddering with release. Amanda cries out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clings to him.

Solo buries his face in her neck, his own groan muffled against her skin. He holds her tightly, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

They collapse against each other, both breathing heavily as they come down from their high. Solo wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they catch their breath.

"You did so well," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so proud of you."

Amanda nuzzles into his chest, her body still humming with pleasure. She feels exhausted but content, the release she's been craving finally sated.

Solo holds her close, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. He kisses the top of her head, his touch gentle and possessive.

"Solo..."

"Yes, baby?" he replies, his voice soft. He tilts her chin up, looking into her eyes.

Amanda gazes up at him, her expression full of love and adoration. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

Solo's eyes soften, his heart swelling with emotion. He leans down and kisses her gently, his lips brushing against hers.

"I love you too," he murmurs against her mouth.

Previous Chapter

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Epilogue

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Jimmy and Naomi have been married for years, and while they have a happy and fulfilling relationship, they've been searching for something more. They've tried a few things in the bedroom, but they both know that they need someone else to fulfill their desires. Jimmy is a Dom but Naomi is a Switch.

So they've been searching for a third, someone who can bring something new and exciting to their relationship. They've found a few potential candidates on KinkStar, a discreet and exclusive app.

KinkStar is an exclusive app designed specifically for people with kinks and fetishes. It's similar to other dating apps, but it caters specifically to people who are into more... unconventional things.

The app has a complex matching system that takes into account a user's kinks, preferences, and even their location. It's a safe and secure way for people with specific desires to find others who share their interests.

Once a user has found a potential match, they can communicate privately through the app's messaging system. They can also set up meetups or arrange play dates, depending on their preferences.

Many of the users on KinkStar are people who prefer to keep their kinks and fetishes private. They're celebrities, politicians, CEOs, and other high-profile individuals who want to ensure that their personal information stays just that - personal.

Tatiana, a private investigator, has been hired by the competition, Polyship, to investigate KinkStar. She's been given the task of getting as much information as possible about the app, including its inner workings and user base.

The more she scrolled the more she became interested in the kink itself and created her own profile after the case had wrapped up and her check from Polyship cleared.

Tatiana is surprised when she receives a message from a stunning couple. They introduce themselves as Jimmy and Naomi, and they seem intrigued by her profile.

Tatiana feels a mix of excitement and nervousness as she opens their message. She can't help but be drawn in by their beauty and the prospect of playing with them.

She types out a reply, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she tries to come across as confident and experienced. She asks them a few questions about their interests and what they're looking for in a third.

As she waits for their response, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with them. They seem like the perfect couple, both beautiful and dominant.

Jimmy and Naomi reply quickly, their messages flirty and confident. They tell her that they're looking for someone to join them in their BDSM lifestyle, someone who can submit to them and help them explore their desires.

Tatiana feels a thrill run through her body as she reads their words. She's never been with a couple before, let alone one who is into BDSM. The idea of being at their mercy excites her more than she cares to admit.

They continue to chat for a while, discussing their interests and boundaries. Tatiana finds herself becoming more and more intrigued by the couple with every message.

After several days of flirting and talking, they finally arrange a meetup. Tatiana is both excited and nervous as she prepares to meet them in person.

She dresses in a tight black dress that hugs her curves and wears her hair down. She puts on a pair of high heels and a smoky eye look, wanting to make a good impression.

Tatiana looks at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath as she gives herself a pep talk.

"You've got this," she tells herself, trying to calm her nerves. "You're a kickass PI. You can handle a little date."

She straightens her dress and checks her makeup one last time before heading out the door.

Coming Soon!!!

Jimmy x Naomi x Tatiana ♡

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch. 2) | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: none

Summary: Laila meets a new friend at the cafe who has ties to Roman.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: MM MM MMM. I can only imagine what Roman sounds like over the phone when it's just you and him talking. Like warm butter.

Laila was jolted out of her sleep by the blaring sound of her alarm, blindly feeling around in her bed to turn off the incessant noise that made its way into her dream.

Her dream.

Her eyes shot open, trying to think back and remember all of it, but failing, only remembering bits and pieces.

She was sitting curled up on his lap, all of her weight resting on his firm thigh. His warm hands rubbing up and down her smooth legs that she just shaved and exfoliated.

Laila was the only one paying attention to the action movie they were watching. Engrossed by the film’s plot, she blindly shoved popcorn in her mouth from the large bowl Roman made for them.

Although it seemed like Roman was also watching the movie, his mind was occupied with her beauty and aura.

He couldn’t help but stare at the side of her pretty face, seeing that dimple appear every time she moved her mouth.

She could feel his stare on her and turned to look at him. “Roman! You’re not watching the movie…” She whined, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers.

“I am babygirl. I promise.” He says, stroking his beard with his other hand.

He genuinely smiles for the first time in a long time, knowing that he was her protector.

Knowing that she was his.

All Laila could remember was that they were curled up in a mansion and watching The Fast & The Furious.

She zoned out in thought, a goofy smile creeping on her face.

“Ugh. Girl stand up, you just met him yesterday.” She tells herself as she sits up in her full size bed, adorned with pink and white sheets, pillowcases, a comforter, and fuzzy blanket.

She was so glad it was Saturday now, but she still wanted to get some homework and a little more studying done.

Going back to the café popped into her mind.

Grabbing her phone from under her pillow, she sees what time it is.

11:24 AM.

Having a little pep in her step today, she decides to actually take time to get ready and maybe pick out a sporty, but cute outfit.

The weather app said it was 73 degrees out so she could pull out the shorts today.

Opening the doors to her color coordinated closet, she goes to the black and white section. She reaches for the hanger that holds a black dri-fit tank top and pulls out black running shorts from her drawers. Then, she decides to do a white sports bra that had the criss-cross straps in the back for a pop of color.

After doing her daily morning routine that consisted of washing her face, doing skincare, and brushing her teeth, now she could start with makeup.

Before she could start though, she remembered her playlist wasn’t on yet.

Doing her makeup was pretty simple, as she liked to keep it pretty natural.

But the new song that began playing made her think of him.

She didn’t even have time to start fantasizing about what kind of boyfriend he would be, as her mom’s phone call pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Hey momma!”

“Hi my baby! How are you? I didn’t hear from you last night…” Her mother’s loving tone sounds through the speaker.

“Oh, yea sorry mom. I was really tired and forgot to call you.” She quickly makes up a lie, hoping it wouldn’t turn into a big thing.

“Okay…I just want to know that you’re safe. Your father is at work but he says he loves you, and we miss you!” Laila could just hear the tender smile in her mother’s voice.

“I miss you and dad too!”

“So, have you made any friends up there? From your classes or anything?” Laila picked up her phone and carried it with her while she walked to the kitchen in her apartment.

Setting the phone down on the counter, she continues the conversation. “Um…no not really. But mom, I’m also the type of person where someone has to talk to me first.” She reaches up to the cabinet, grabbing a glass to put her iced coffee into.

“I know honey. Maybe you could find a club for something that you like? That’s always a good place to start. Or go to a football game!” Her mother throws suggestions out there.

Going to a football game honestly didn’t even cross her mind, until now.

“I would love to go to a game, but I can’t go by myself. That’s lame, momma.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you’ll find someone to go with you…” Her mother says, trying to keep her hopes up.

“Yea hopefully…”

“Alright, well honey I have to head to the grocery store to get some things for dinner tonight. Your father and I love you, so much.” She hears her mom blow a kiss through the phone.

“I love ya’ll too. Send me pics of what you make too!”

“Okay my baby. Good bye and be safe.”

“Bye momma.” She hangs up the phone and looks at her counter for a minute.

Before Laila knew it, she finished her glass of coffee and rinsed it out, setting it in the sink. She went to her bedroom to put her black Nike’s on and to grab her backpack and car keys.

Arriving at the café, there were definitely more people there than any other time. She spotted an empty table near the counter and walked to it, sitting down.

Her to-do list had a few things on it, so she told herself that she would finish everything so the rest of her day was free. The first thing was to take a syllabus quiz for her finance class.

Knocking that out in about 15 minutes, she decided to reward herself with a treat.

Since she already had coffee this morning, she was thinking of just eating one of the café’s signature muffins.

Luckily, the line was going down, so she closed her laptop and got in line behind another black girl.

“Hey, you go to UMiami?” The girl in front of her turns around and nicely asks her.

“Yea I do! You go there too?”

“Oh no,” she laughed. “Some of my friends go there, though. I’m Naomi, by the way.” Naomi reaches her hand out to shake Laila’s.

“Hi, I’m Laila!” They smile at each other, shaking hands.

“So Laila, help a girl out. What you get when you come here?”

Laila laughed, happy that she finally met someone that she could potentially be friends with.

Other than Roman.

“Lemme see. Their coffee is really good, but I already had some. But the muffins look good though, so I think I want that.” She points out the 3 different flavors of muffins the café offered.

“Blueberry sugar, chocolate chip,” Naomi gasps. “And strawberry?! I gotta get that one.” She claps her hands together, making Laila laugh.

“You’re so funny!”

“Girl, it be my husband I swear. He’s so silly and I think it rubs off on me.”

“You’re married? Wow, it must be nice…” She half joked as they moved up in the line.

“That’s what they tell you at first. Then they just get on your nerves…” She paused. “No, I love my pookie, though. His name is Jimmy.” Naomi informs her new friend.

As they told each other more things about themselves, they finally got to the counter and placed their orders. Naomi got her strawberry muffin and a lemonade, while Laila just got a blueberry sugar muffin.

She told Naomi that if she didn’t have anywhere to be, she could sit and eat with her at the table.

“Do you have homework and stuff?” Naomi asked as she took a bite of the muffin, moaning slightly at the taste.

“Yea, but thankfully it’s not a lot.”

“What’s your major?”

“Accounting! I graduate next spring.” Laila takes a bite of her muffin, now halfway eaten. She loved the taste of the sugar crystals that were on top.

“Oh you’re good with numbers.” Naomi said the thing that everyone always says when they find out Laila’s major.

“Oh my gosh, that’s what Roman said too.” Laila muttered the last part of that sentence.

“That’s what who said?” The muffin that was on its way to Naomi’s mouth stopped mid air, as she raised an eyebrow.

“This guy I met yesterday. It was actually here too.” Laila explained to Naomi, thinking back to her and Roman’s encounter yesterday.

“What’s his name again?” Naomi wanted to make sure she heard correctly. She could’ve swore Laila said Roman.

“Roman.”

Naomi’s eyes bulged damn near out of her sockets.

Laila furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at her reaction. “Wait, you know him?”

Naomi looked around in disbelief. “Girl, that’s my husband’s cousin! That’s crazy. You met Roman Roman? Like, he’s tall with a man bun and a beard?” Naomi moved her hands, modeling all three descriptions as they came out of her mouth.

“Yes! He’s really nice. I wasn’t expecting that to happen yesterday…” Laila looked away in thought and Naomi was glad because if only this girl knew.

“Jimmy ain’t gon’ believe this.” Naomi was already planning to tell him as soon as she got home. Jimmy always said Roman was gonna die single because he could never keep just one woman.

“Well, did he give you his number? I’m nosey.” Naomi was very well aware of what Roman did under the table for a living, but they all swore to keep it a secret.

“No. He actually gave me his law firm’s business card.” Laila pulls it out of her wallet, showing it to Naomi.

She takes it from her hands. “Yep, that’s him.” She turns the card over, seeing and recognizing Roman’s handwriting.

“Um Laila?” Naomi turns the card around, showing Laila the back. “Did you see this part?”

Laila takes the card back, looking closely at the number, clearly in handwriting and not typed.

“Is this his cell phone number?” Laila asks with wide eyes.

“Mmhmmm.” Naomi sips her lemonade, looking around the café. “Speaking of numbers, we should exchange.”

Laila can’t believe she didn’t see this until now. She must’ve been so engrossed with his presence that she didn’t notice him write it on the card before handing it to her.

Naomi handed her her phone to put in the contact info, then she texted the number so Laila could save it.

Throughout the rest of their conversation, Laila tried to pay attention, but her mind kept running back to Roman.

‘Should I call him first?’

‘Wait, no I don’t wanna seem desperate.’

‘But how is he gonna call me? He doesn’t have my number…’

“Laila you ain’t hear anything I just said.” Naomi catches her red handed.

Her mouth opens then closes in shame. “I’m sorry girly.”

Naomi gives a smug smile. “It’s okay, I know you over there thinking about your man,” Laila’s jaw drops, making Naomi giggle. “I gotta leave anyway. Jimmy talking about some he wants to get food even though he’s supposed to be on a diet.” She rolls her eyes.

“Oh, okay.” Laila chuckles slightly.

Naomi stands up, gathering her things before bending down to give Laila a goodbye hug.

“Text or call me sometime! Maybe we can do double dates in the future?” She winks at Laila and they both laugh.

Laila just shakes her head, seeing Naomi get in her car.

Forcing herself to finish her other 3 assignments in record time, she lets out a deep breath turning in the last one. She gathers all of her things, shoving them in her backpack and throwing away her trash.

Walking outside, she catches herself looking around for a tall man with man bun and beard. She wouldn’t be lying if she wasn’t a little bummed at not running into him again.

But at least she has a girl friend now.

Once in her car, she checks the time.

3:25 PM.

Driving to Cava, she gets her usual bowl before making her way back to her apartment.

A couple of hours later, she was laying in her bed under the comfort of her fuzzy blankets, watching TV. The soft glow of the television illuminated her room, but she wasn’t really paying much attention to it.

Her phone began to buzz on top of her nightstand.

Expecting it to be her mom, she instinctively reaches to pick it up, but was met with an unknown number.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, but the thought that it could be Roman crossed her mind and she hurriedly swiped to answer it.

He was the first one to speak. “Laila.”

Her stomach immediately did that flip thing at the sound of his voice—deep, smooth, but laced with an unreadable, underlying emotion.

Oh, that deep sultry voice made her stomach do that flip thing.

“Yeah? Roman?”

“Hi.” He says with slight hesitation, testing the waters out.

“Hi.” She echoed and smiled, feeling like a school girl that had a crush on a boy in her class.

“So you met Naomi today?”

“Oh, um—yea I did! She told me her husband and you are cousins.” She says, fiddling with the pink bonnet that was on her head.

Roman let out a breathy chuckle. “Yea, Jimmy and his brother Jey. We grew up together.” The fondness of talking about his family was evident in his voice. Everyone always thought that they were triplets wherever they went.

“Aw, ya’ll must be really close?”

“Oh yeah. They get on my nerves, but I love them though.” This makes Laila laugh, warming Roman’s heart at hearing that joyous sound.

“Yea, I can tell. Naomi talks about Jimmy like he worships the ground she walks on.” Laila thinks back to when Naomi was telling her about their wedding day.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

“Yeah. When you have something real with someone, you hold on to it.” His words revered through her ear as she idly played with the design on her blanket.

There was an unspoken meaning behind the words Roman was saying.

“…That’s a good way to put it.” Laila breathed out, her heart racing and thumping in her chest.

Roman could sense that she was nervous. Hell, he was too.

But only a little.

“Well. I know you probably have some things you need to do so…I won’t keep you long.” She could hear the ruffles of papers in the background.

“Are you still at work?”

“I am, but I’m about to drive home.” He smirks even though she can’t see it.

“Oh, okay. Well…I hope you make it home safe.” She says sweetly, really meaning her words.

“I will. Can I call you tomorrow?” He asks her.

Laila quickly nods her head, but she realizes he can’t see that. “Yes! That’s fine.”

Her excitement amused Roman. “Okay. Good night Laila.”

“Good night…” She echoed and the call disconnected.

She leaned back against her bed’s headboard and just stared at the ceiling, finally feeling like she was going to really like it here.

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[kyleoreillylover]

Chapter 7- Part 2- The Battle Before the War

Series Summary/Masterlist

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, drinking.

Summary: You are close to cracking under the pressure, so your girls treat you to a night out. They learn just how much you were affected by the Bloodline... and they leave you conflicted about your place in the Bloodline. We also learn a little bit more about your relationship with Sami while you are trying to heal your own one with Jey. Kevin tries to stir things up, and leaves Sami also conflicted about his place in the Bloodline.

word count: 8,479

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a/n: guess who finally decied to update this!! I promise I haven't discontinued this lol. I just had writers block. hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!

Over the next few days, the tension between the Bloodline was palpable. Roman's mistrust had cast a shadow over the group, creating an atmosphere thick with unease. The fallout from the incident on live television had repercussions that extended beyond personal relationships. The dynamics within the Bloodline were shifting, and everyone could feel it.

You and Jey didn't get into arguments, because you simply didn't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary. You wanted a man, not someone who would question your loyalty at every turn.

And Jey seemed to be keeping his distance as well, perhaps feeling guilty for his actions or simply trying to avoid further conflict, but also because when he did try to apologize, you would cut him off, unwilling to entertain excuses.

He lost to Sheamus due to interference tonight, and Roman and him had an argument that did not end well, and that made him even more unwilling to talk to you. The wounds were still fresh, and you needed time to heal.

Sami had lost against Kevin after Jey aired out your relaitonship issued on TV due to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo interfering right before he was about to win, courtesy of Roman's orders. He wanted to test the loyalty of the members, and unfortunately, Sami became a victim of that power play. The loss left a bitter taste, not just for Sami, but for the entire group.

Sami was rightfully angry, but he understood the complex dynamics at play within the Bloodline. Loyalty, power struggles, and the constant need to prove oneself were all part of the game. The internal strife within the Bloodline was becoming more evident with each passing day.

Trinity- one of your closest friends- visited to check on her husband Jimmy, but when she found the state you were in, she forced you to get out of your room to have a girls night with the rest of your friends.

As much as you wanted to wallow in the emotional turmoil, Trinity's insistence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. She brought you shopping with Liv and Mercedes, trying to distract you from the tension and drama. The four of you had mani-pedis, did your hair, makeup, and were now currently at a bar in the city, attempting to have a moment of reprieve from the chaos that had consumed the Bloodline.

"Girl, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight!" Liv gushed over your new look, giving you a playful nudge. You were wearing a stunning outfit that Trinity helped you pick out, your makeup impeccably done, and your hair styled to perfection. The girls had succeeded in creating a diversion from the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the Bloodline.

You gave Liv a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. She noticed this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "You guys didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

Liv squeezed your shoulder gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Don't you dare apologize for  needing a distraction, Y/N," Liv interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. "We're here because we love you, and we want to see you smile again."

"We miss seeing you happy," Mercedes chimed in, her voice soft but earnest. "You've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for too long, Y/N. Tonight, let us carry it for you."

Your heart swelled with gratitude for your friends' unwavering support, even in the midst of your emotional turmoil. Despite your initial resistance, their persistence began to chip away at the walls you had erected around yourself. Trinity, sensing the heaviness lingering within you, leaned in closer, her expression filled with empathy.

"You are not allowed to be sad no more." Trinity declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Tonight, we're going to dance, laugh, and the only worry you'll have is what drink your'e gonna get next. Capiche?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's determined attitude, feeling a flicker of amusement amidst the heaviness in your heart. "Yes, ma'am," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

And not worry you guys did. You didn't remember how many drinks you all had, but what you did know was that you were throwing back on Liv as the two of you danced on the crowded dance floor. The music thumped loudly, drowning out the worries and tensions that had gripped the Bloodline. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating beats and colorful lights, you allowed yourself to let loose, to forget the troubles waiting outside the confines of the bar.

Liv twirled you around, both of you laughing as you moved in sync with the rhythm. You left your phone with Trinity and Mercedes, who were watching with amused grins from a nearby table as Liv threw her ass back on you, the two of you lost in the music.

What you didn't know was that your phone was innecstantly ringing with multiple missed calls from Jey. He had been trying to reach out to you, perhaps with the intention of apologizing or sorting things out. However, in the midst of the lively atmosphere and the distraction provided by your friends, you remained blissfully unaware of the attempts to contact you.

Actually, you had missed calls from all of the guys. You… might have snuck away from the hotel without telling anywone where you and Trinity had gone, with the exception of Solo (because Solo was Solo and responsible and reliable when it came to keeping secrets).

Mercedes, feeling a bit too drunk and empowered to get revenge for Jey embarrassing you on TV, grabbed your phone, scrolling through the notifications and messages. Trinity noticed the smirk on her face and leaned over to see what she was up to.

"Girl, you real messy." Trinity cackled at Mercedes' mischievous expression. "What are you planning?"

Mercedes chuckled, holding up your phone. "Just a little payback for our girl here." She showed her the messages from Jey that read

"Y/N, where are you? We need to talk. Please pick up." "I messed up, babe. Just let me explain. Where are you?" "Seriously, answer your damn phone. I need to fix this." "Y/N, come on. Don't do this. Let's talk. I miss you."

Trinity raised an eyebrow, looking at Mercedes with a smirk. "What you gon' do?"

Mercedes smirked back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, just gonna a little something to keep him on his toes." She quickly typed a response:

"Sorry, wrong number. I'm having a great time without you. Maybe you should learn to trust me for once."

Before posting some pics on Instagram of the four of you having the time of your life, making sure to send the one with your friends looking stunning and happy, emphasizing the fact that you were not alone and clearly enjoying yourself, and making sure to 'accidentally' tag Jey.

Mercedes showed Trinity the response, and they both burst into laughter. "Damn, girl! That's cold, but he kinda deserves it.

Mercedes winked, enjoying the mischief. "He'll survive. Maybe this will teach him a lesson." The two of them clinked glasses, before drinking the night away, reveling in the freedom of the moment.

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↳user1: I would be too tf 😭 he prolly wishes he kept that mouth shut 😭

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Solosikoawwe: appliyng the pressure 🔥

↳y/n: learned from the best <3

↳user1: lmaoo I love her ignoring jey but talking to solo 😭

uceyjucey: my girl <3

↳y/n: not for long if you keep this up <3

↳y/nstan: OMG!?? lmaooo she not playin with you

↳user1: LMAOOO WHO TOOK Y/N'S PHONE THIS IS NOT HER LOL

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samizaynwwe: the princess for a reason 🖤

You came back with you and Liv wrapped in each other's arms, buzzed and full of laughter. The night had been a much-needed escape, and you felt a sense of relief and lightness that had been absent for days. As you approached the table where Trinity and Mercedes sat, you noticed their mischievous grins and exchanged curious glances.

"What are you two up to?" you asked, still swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.

Trinity and Mercedes shared a glance before bursting into laughter. Mercedes handed you back your phone, and you saw the exchanged messages with Jey, along with the pictures showcasing the fun you were having.

"Oh my god, you guys!" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. "That's… that's something."

Trinity leaned in with a sly grin. "Consider it payback for the drama he put you through on TV. He needs to learn a lesson in trust."

You couldn't help but join in their laughter. It was a playful revenge, and for the moment, it felt satisfying to turn the tables, even if just a little. the tables, even if just a little. The night continued with more dancing, laughter, and the occasional cheeky glance at your phone to see if there were any more messages from Jey or the others.

As the hours passed, the drinks kept flowing, and the atmosphere became more carefree. You felt a little bit more than buzzed, which opened the conversation to more personal topics. Trinity, being the perceptive friend she was, looked at you with a knowing smile.

"Okay princess, only took a few drinks to finally get the old you." Trinity teased, nudging you playfully.

"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension at Trinity's knowing smile.

Trinity chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean. When's the last time we even talked without you being wrapped up in your own head or stressing over Bloodline drama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's blunt assessment. She had a way of cutting through the facade and getting straight to the point. "Fair point," you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. "I guess I've been a little… preoccupied lately."

Mercedes raised a brow, her expression thoughtful. "Preoccupied is an understatement, honey. You've been practically living and breathing the Bloodline drama. You barely even remembered how to relax and have fun until tonight."

Liv leaned against your shoulder, her voice gentle but firm. "Babe, she's right. We missed you, and you are just starting to come back to yourself again. We've all noticed how much you've been carrying on your shoulders lately. It's like you forgot how to be yourself outside of the Bloodline."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt wash over you. They were right, of course. The weight of the Bloodline had consumed your thoughts and emotions, leaving little room for anything else. "I know," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I guess I just… I don't know how to balance it all anymore."

Trinity felt a pang of sympathy seeing you struggle with the weight of your responsibilities. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. She knew how Roman could be, how he had a way of consuming the lives of those around him with his ambitions and demands.

You saw all 3 of your friends exchange a look with each other, and you furrowed your brow, curious about the silent communication passing between them.

Mercedes took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met your eyes. "Y/N, we love you, and we've always supported your career and your dreams. But… maybe it's time to start thinking about what you want for yourself, outside of the Bloodline."

Your eyes widened in surprise at Mercedes' words. It was a sentiment you had heard before, but coming from your closest friends, it held a different weight. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Trinity nodded, her expression serious yet gentle. "Look, tonight was the first time in almost 2 years that you allowed yourself to let go and have fun without worrying about the Bloodline. And look at how happy you were," she pointed out, gesturing to your beaming smile. "You deserve to have more moments like this, Y/N. Moments where you can just be yourself, free from the weight of expectations and obligations."

Your eyes were slightly glassy as Trinity's words sank in, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you. For so long, you had been conditioned to prioritize the Bloodline above all else, to suppress your own desires and aspirations in service to Roman's ambitions. You didnt realize how you were acting: this depressed, closed-off version of yourself wasn't the real you. And it took the perspective of your friends to make you see it.

"I… I don't know how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of breaking away from the Bloodline, of pursuing your own happiness and fulfillment, felt simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.

Liv wrapped an arm around your shoulder, offering you a reassuring squeeze. "It's just that, seeing you with this little spark in your eyes again, Y/N," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "It's like… you've been hiding behind this facade for so long, and tonight, it feels like you're finally starting to break free from it." Ever since you started hanging out with Sami while you and Jey were on tough terms, is what Liv wanted to say, but she refrained from bringing up Sami's name, sensing that it might complicate the conversation.

Trinity nodded in agreement, her expression filled with determination. "We're not saying you have to leave the Bloodline, Y/N. We just want you to remember who you are outside of it. You deserve to pursue your own happiness, whatever that may look like."

Mercedes slid you a fruity drink that she knew would help you relax, offering you a comforting smile. "And it starts with this. Drink up, babe. Tonight, we celebrate you. Tomorrow, we start figuring out what comes next."

You took the drink from Mercedes, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension swirling within you. It was a daunting prospect, to consider carving out a life for yourself outside of the Bloodline. But as you looked around at your friends, their unwavering support shining in their eyes, you felt a flicker of hope stirring within you.

"Okay," you said, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Okay, let's do this."

And with that, you raised your glass in a silent toast to the future, to the possibility of rediscovering yourself and finding happiness beyond the confines of the Bloodline. As the music pulsed around you and laughter filled the air, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a brighter path waiting for you on the other side.

Could you really see a path without Roman, or better yet, without Jey? (Or Sami, for that matter?)

"So, spill the tea, Y/N. What's going on between you and Jey? And don't give me the 'it's complicated' nonsense. I want details." Trinity asked after the four of you were considerably drunk, and lounging in the celebrity area of the bar, gossiping about your lives.

Liv had started a farm with her boyfriend, Mercedes was going to Stardom and walking fashion shows, and Trinity was killing it in Impact and telling hot stories from Impact's locker room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone kept going off with calls and messages, but Mercedes made sure to turn it off and make you promise to keep it locked in your pocked for the rest of the night.

You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. The alcohol had certainly loosened your inhibitions, and you decided to share a bit of the turmoil you'd been experiencing.

"It's just… he's been jealous of Sami ever since he's tried to join the Bloodline. And I honestly don't even know why he's jealous. It's not like there's anything between Sami and me. Jey's just letting Roman's expectations mess with his head, and it's affecting us. I can't deal with the constant questioning and doubt." You poured another round of drinks for the table, needing the liquid courage to open up further.

Mercedes sipped her drinking, deciding whether or not to ask you her question. You saw the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, prompting her to go ahead.

"You and Sami do have some history, though, right?" Mercedes asked, her tone careful. "I mean, there's gotta be a reason Jey's so worked up about it."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we do have history. We were close friends before he even joined WWE. But it's just that – history. Sami and I have always been just friends. And yeah sure, Sami did kiss me-"

"Huh?"

"Girl!?"

"What?!"

You sighed as all three women reacted to your revelation, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. The music continued to pulse in the background, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

Liv was the first to respond, her eyes wide. "Wait, Sami kissed you? And you're wondering why Jey is so worked up?"

You nodded, feeling a bit exposed but also relieved to finally share this part of your past with your friends. "I know, I know! But hear me out…"

"This better be good," Trinity chimed in, her eyes focused on you as she took a sip of her drink.

You took another deep breath before continuing. "It happened a while ago. Sami was going through a tough time, and in a moment of vulnerability, he kissed me. I immediately made it clear that we were just friends, and nothing more ever happened between us. Jey knows about it, and he knows it wasn't something I reciprocated. But for some reason, he can't seem to let it go."

Mercedes leaned back, processing the information. "And did Sami ever apologize for that? Or clarify things with Jey?"

You sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in your voice. "Yeah, he did. Sami apologized to both of us, and he made it clear that it was a mistake on his part. But Jey… I don't know. It's like he's holding onto it as this big betrayal, and it's driving a wedge between us."

Trinity shook her head, a disapproving look on her face. "That's on Jey, then. If Sami owned up to his mistake and you've made it clear where you stand, Jey needs to get over it. It's not fair to keep bringing it up and using it against you."

Liv, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "I get where Jey is coming from, but if he's still bitching about something that happened in the past, especially when both you and Sami have clarified it, then it's a problem. He needs to move past it and open up about it and stop holding onto resentment or you need to boot his ass to the curb. You don't deserve to be constantly questioned and doubted, especially if you've been honest and upfront about everything."

You appreciated the support from your friends. The alcohol, the dancing, and the candid conversation were all contributing to a sense of liberation. You felt a weight lifting off your shoulders, and for the first time in days, you could see a way forward.

"You guys are right," you admitted, a determined glint in your eyes.

"We are always right." Mercedes added with a playful smirk, and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"But… do you have feelings for Sami?" Trinity asked, her expression serious as she looked into your eyes.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your feelings. The atmosphere in the bar, the support from your friends, and the alcohol-induced courage encouraged you to be honest.

"I… no." You couldn't lie to yourself, and the honesty spilled out. "We used to be close. But we realized we're better off as friends. I care about him a lot, but I don't have romantic feelings for him anymore. Jey knows this, or at least he should." Even through the alcohol induced haze, you knew better than to reveal such personal details without some level of caution. There were things about your relationship with Sami that no one would know, and you weren't ready to share those intricacies.

Trinity nodded, seeming satisfied with your response. "Well, as long as you're clear about your feelings, and you've communicated that to Jey, he needs to respect it. If he can't trust you and let go of the past, then it's his loss."

Mercedes squeezed your hand, her touch conveying solidarity. "Exactly. You deserve someone who trusts and respects you. If Jey can't provide that, then maybe Sami is right, and he doesn't fully understand what he has."

You took a swing of is right, and your drink, appreciating the wisdom and support from your friends. The night had turned into more than just a distraction; it became a catalyst for clarity and self-realization.

"Thanks, guys," you said, your voice sincere. "I needed this. I needed to step back and see things more clearly. And you're right. If Jey can't trust me and keeps holding onto the past, then maybe it's time for a serious conversation or a decision."

Liv grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "That's the spirit! You're a badass, and you deserve someone who sees that and appreciates it."

Trinity raised her glass, a smile on her lips. "To badass women who know their worth and aren't afraid to demand the respect they deserve."

The four of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the bustling bar. In that moment, surrounded by the support and love of your friends, you felt empowered and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Unbenwonst to you you accidentally dialed Sami's umber while fumbling with your phone. The loud music and the lively atmosphere of the bar made it difficult to notice the call connecting. As your friends continued to share laughs and words of encouragement, your phone rested on the table, unknowingly broadcasting the sounds of the bar to Sami.

On the other end of the line, Sami's phone rested on a table in his hotel room. He had been going through a mental replay of the match against Kevin and the events leading up to it. The tension within the Bloodline was palpable, and Sami couldn't shake the frustration of being used as a pawn in Roman's power play.

Suddenly, he heard the familiar sounds of a bustling bar, laughter, and clinking glasses. Confused, he picked up his phone, noticing the ongoing call with you. He brought the device closer, listening intently.

At first, he wasn't sure what he was hearing, but as the background noise became clearer, he realized he was unintentionally eavesdropping on your conversation with your friends. Sami's curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue listening.

"You and Sami are real close… huh?" Liv's teasing voice echoed through the phone, and Sami's eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the conversation.

You let out an airy giggle, taking another shot and letting the alcohol fuel your candidness. "Yeah, we were." Sami heard something shift before he heard Liv's voice again. "No offense but the two of ya'll seemed perfect for each other. What happened?"

Sami's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he continued to eavesdrop unintentionally. The revelation about your history with him was unexpected, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even Trin or Cedes?" It seemed like Trinity and Mercedes weren't aware of the details you were about to share, and Sami's curiosity intensified.

"Cross my heart," Liv assured, her tone serious.

You took a deep breath, the honesty pouring out. "We dated. It was way before I even met Jey. Everyone kept telling us we had chemistry and that we should give it a shot. He confessed after I won the ROH title, I gave him a shot, and one thing led to another."

"And then what happened, girl?!?"

A pause. And then you continued.

"Then in the morning, we started dating. We took it slow, and everything was fine. But then Kevin got in his head when they were feuding. Told him that he needed to focus on his career and that being with me was a distraction. Sami started questioning what we had, and got insecure about it. I tried to assure him, but he started pulling away. Eventually, we both realized it wasn't working, and I broke it off with him." It seemed like there was more you wanted to say, but you bit your lip and refrained from spilling even more.

You took a sip of your drink, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Sami's mind was racing, processing the unexpected revelation. The raw honesty in your voice sent a wave of emotions through him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way things had unfolded between you two, but grateful that you hadn't revealed the full truth.

"But then we kept having the same chemistry, and he would look at me like he couldn't resist me, and I couldn't resist him either. It became this on-again, off-again thing for a while, and it was messing with my head. I cared about him a lot, but it was so damn complicated. But we stayed best friends, and then I left him behind for the Bloodline… and now Jey has this insecurity about Sami because of Roman's expectations," you continued, your voice carrying the weight of the past.

On the other end of the line, Sami's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, regret, and a tinge of sadness gripped him as he listened to your candid confession. The history you shared with him suddenly unfolded in a way he hadn't fully understood before.

"And now, Jey can't seem to let go of the fact that Sami kissed me once. Even though we've moved past that, he keeps bringing it up!" Your voice broke out into a cry, and he imagined that Liv was giving you comforting words, trying to soothe the emotional turmoil you were experiencing.

"Shh, it's okay," Liv's voice came through the phone, offering comfort.

"I… I loved him, Liv." He heard Liv whispering words of support and understanding. "But he left me!"

"And now you need to focus on you, on what makes you happy, and on what you deserve," Liv replied, her voice filled with conviction. "You're a strong, independent woman, Y/N, and you don't need anyone who doesn't see your worth."

He heard your sniffles and the distant sounds of the bar, realizing that he was intruding on an intimate and vulnerable moment." Let's get back to the table, enjoy the night, and deal with all of this tomorrow when we're not drowning in alcohol and emotions, okay babe?"

As Liv led you back to the table, the background noise shifted, and Sami could hear the muffled voices of Trinity and Mercedes. The conversation continued, but he made a conscious decision to end the unintentional eavesdropping. Sami hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button to end the call, setting his phone down on the table.

Did you really love Sami once upon a time? A part of Sami felt a mix of emotions—surprise, regret, and a sense of longing. The raw honesty in your voice had stirred something within him, and he found himself grappling with the realization that your history ran deeper than he had initially understood.

He looked at his phone, where Jey was messaging him.

"Sami, I know yo dumbass knows where she is. Tell me."

Sami's eyes narrowed as he read Jey's messages. The tension within the Bloodline seemed to be reaching new heights, and he found himself caught in the middle of it all. Sami debated how to respond, considering the newfound insights he unintentionally gained into your past with him.

He hesitated before sending the message, aware that his words might not sit well with Jey. Sami couldn't shake the sense of responsibility he felt toward you, knowing that you deserved better than the constant questioning and doubts. Yet, he also understood the complex dynamics within the Bloodline and the potential repercussions of taking sides.

What did he want to do? He wanted to be the guy for you. The guy that understood you, supported you, and cherished you. He wanted to hold your hand through the turmoil, be the one you turned to in moments of vulnerability, and prove that he could be the pillar of support you needed. But he fucked up, and he needed to face the consequences. He wasn't glad you didn't tell Liv the full extent of your history with him.

Taking a deep breath, Sami typed a response to Jey.

"I don't know where she is, Jey. Maybe you should give her some space. It's not my place to meddle in your relationship.You're the one who said I need to stay out of your business, so that's what I am gonna do.Good luck finding her."

The tension within the Bloodline had reached a boiling point, and Sami couldn't ignore the weight of the decisions and revelations that had unfolded.  His mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions – regret, guilt, longing, and a sense of responsibility for how this all went down.

Then he  shut off his phone, and prayed that he could get over you. Sami needed to talk to you, to clarify his own feelings and perhaps offer support if you were ready to accept it, but it wouldn't be tonight. 

Then he went to sleep, and hoped that he made the right decision. 

You were wobbling on your heels of your shoes as you walked back into the hotel lobby.  The four of you had gotten an uber, and they said bye to you with hugs, kisses and smiles, heading their separate ways for the night. The vibrant energy of the bar and the support of your friends had provided a temporary escape, but now reality was seeping back in.

As you entered the hotel elevator, and went up to your floor, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The alcohol-induced courage that allowed you to open up to your friends about your relationship struggles was now replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

The elevator doors opened, and you stumbled slightly as you made your way down the hallway to your room. The weight of the revelations and the emotional rollercoaster of the night began to take its toll.

You fumbled with the key card, but it beeped, indicating that it wans't working. You huffed as you tried again and again, but it wouldn't budge.

It wasn't until the 5th time you tried that the door swung open, and you almost fell had it not been for the arms that caught you just in time. A familiar voice spoke, filled with concern.

"Y/N, what are you doing? Easy there," Sami's voice was a steady presence, and his arms wrapped around you to steady you. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace felt both comforting and disorienting.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Sami's. The dim light in the hallway highlighted the worry etched on his face. His arms steadied you as you regained your balance.

"S-Sami?" you stammered, surprised by his sudden appearance. Your vision was a bit blurry, and the alcohol had made you more unsteady on your feet than you realized.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied, guiding you into the room and closing the door behind you. The dim lighting in the hotel room revealed the aftermath of your earlier emotional journey – makeup smuged, and your hair was slightly tousled from the night's activities. Sami led you to the bed, helping you sit down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"Is this not my room?" you mumbled, still a bit disoriented.

Sami chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your face. "No, it's not. The constant beeping in my room woke me up, and when I opened the door, I found you struggling with your key card."

You let out a small giggle, the alcohol still affecting your senses. "Oops. My bad."

Sami shook his head at your antics, a fond smile playing on his lips. You looked at him and could see the tiredness on his face, and your expression changed from giggly to serious in less than a second. "I-Im sorry that I woke you up!" Tears formed in your eyes as you felt a rush of emotions. The events of the night, the revelations, and the emotional rollercoaster had left you feeling vulnerable and raw.

Sami's heart dropped as he watched you cry, his concern deepening. He knelt down in front of you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry." He said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He wiped away a tear with his thumb, his touch gentle against your skin. The vulnerability in your eyes tugged at something within him, a mix of regret and the desire to offer comfort.

"I'm not mad that you woke me up. Are you okay?" Sami asked, his tone soft and caring.

You nodded, sniffing and wiping away more tears. "I just... it's been a lot tonight, you know? The girls and the drinks and... everything." The emotions that you had kept at bay for most of the night now threatened to overwhelm you. "Did Jey ask you where I was?"

Sami nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, he did. He's worried about you."

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I was just hanging with the girls, and-" You hiccuped- "To forget that me and Jey were fighting." Your eyes went teary again, and Sami's heart sank as he listened to your words. "But I just feel worse." 

You peered up at him, and the tension between the two of you was palpable. Sami could sense the emotional turmoil within you, and a part of him longed to be the one to ease that pain. "Why does everyone keep questioning me? Why can't they just trust me?" you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice tearing at Sami's heart.

Sami sighed, his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek. "People make mistakes, Y/N. Sometimes, they let their insecurities and doubts cloud their judgment. It's not a reflection of you. You're strong, and you deserve trust and respect."

You leaned into his touch, appreciating the comfort he offered. The emotional exhaustion of the night was catching up with you, and Sami's presence provided a sense of solace.

You started giggling, which made Sami smile in response. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You wiped away another tear, chuckling softly. "Y'know, Liv asked me why Jey is so jealous of you, and I told her that *hiccup* we used to be real close, if you know what I mean." You looked at Sami with a tipsy grin, your words slightly slurred.

Sami's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your confession. The tipsy honesty in your words sent a shiver down Sami's spine. He wasn't prepared for this revelation, and the complexity of your history together suddenly became more apparent. He wondered how much Liv knew, how much she understood about the dynamics between you and him.

He remained silent, allowing you to continue. "And she told me that we seemed perfect for each other. And I started thinking, maybe we were. But then... Kevin got in your head, and you started questioning everything." You sighed, the alcohol making the words spill out more freely than you had intended.

Sami's expression shifted, a mix of regret and understanding. "I messed up, Y/N. I let the pressure get to me, and I let Kevin's words affect us. I should have trusted you."

You looked at him, your gaze sincere. "But you will always listen to Kevin, won't you? You'll always try not to hurt the people you care about, even if it means hurting yourself," you said, the alcohol making your words a bit more candid.

Sami sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I made a mistake, and I let it affect our friendship. But that doesn't mean I'll always choose loyalty over the people I care about." He placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Loyalty means nothing when you 're hurting the ones you love. I've learned that the hard way."

You nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You looked at Sami, your eyes searching his for sincerity. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes mirrored your own, and for a moment, the weight of the past seemed to hang between you two.

Unlike Jey, he made his loyalty clear, but not at the expense of hurting those he cared about. The stark contrast made you realize the complexities of the relationships within the Bloodline. Sami's admission struck a chord, and you could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.

"I told her about us, Sami. About everything. And how Jey is so hung up on that one kiss, and it's like... it's like it's haunting us. Like it's this dark cloud that won't go away," you confessed, your voice trembling.

You tugged on your dress strap, making sure it was still in place. Sami watched as you adjusted your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of your words lingered in the air, and Sami could sense the depth of the emotions you were experiencing. He remained silent, absorbing your confession and trying to find the right words to respond.

"I just don't know how to fix things anymore," you continued, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. The vulnerability in your eyes resonated with Sami, and he felt a strong desire to provide comfort and support.

Sami took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. You felt your skin prickle with the intensity of his stare. "Start by talking to him. C'mon, I'll take you to your room, and tomorrow you can have an honest conversation with Jey. Lay everything out on the table, Y/N. The misunderstandings, the insecurities, the mistakes. If you both care about each other, you owe it to yourselves to try and find a way through this."

Sami's words were sincere, and you could sense the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite the complexities of your history, there was an underlying friendship that neither of you could deny. His advice resonated with you, and a sense of determination flickered within.

You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. Sami extended a hand to you, offering support. You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, and he helped you stand up.

The room swayed a bit, but Sami's steadying presence anchored you. He let you lean on him as he led you towards the door. The hallway lights blurred as you walked, and Sami kept a protective arm around you.

"Thanks, Sami," you said, your voice a bit more composed. "I appreciate your honesty and, well, being here."

Sami smiled warmly, his hand still on your shoulder. "Anytime, Y/N. Friends help each other through tough times." The word friend made his heart hurt, but he pushed aside his own feelings, focusing on being there for you in this moment of vulnerability.

As you reached your room, Sami stopped and faced you. "You got this, okay? Tomorrow is a new day, and you can work things out. Just be honest and true to yourself. He's a hothead, but he cares about you. Sometimes, he just needs things spelled out clearly." 

He also knew Roman would have his head if you and Jey didn't work things out. He assigned his 'Honorary Uce' to look out for you, and Sami took that responsibility seriously.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Sami. I'll do my best."

Sami returned the smile, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's the spirit. Take care, okay?"

You smiled up at him, like the stars in the night sky were in his orbs, a mix of emotions twinkling in your eyes. The tension between you was as prominent as ever, and you could practically taste the anticipation in the air. 

Sami was staring down at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. The unspoken words hung between you two, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history and the emotions that had surfaced during this unexpected encounter. 

"You're a really good friend, you know that?'" You smiled at him, the lingering words between you and Sami hanging in the air. The atmosphere shifted, and there was a palpable tension.

The alcohol made you way more honest, but you were aware that you should snap out of whatever was building between you and Sami. You needed to focus on resolving things with Jey, not getting entangled in another emotional web. Sami's eyes softened as he looked at you, a mixture of emotions playing on his face.

Sami cleared his throat, his expression becoming more guarded. "I try my best," he replied, his voice a bit quieter.

You gave him a small nod, still feeling the weight of the emotional exchange. "Well, goodnight, Sami. And thanks again," you said, stepping into your room.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Take care," Sami replied, offering a final reassuring smile before turning away and heading back to his room.

As you closed the door behind you, the events of the night swirled in your mind. The encounter with Sami added an unexpected layer to the already complex emotions you were dealing with. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of Sami's advice to have an honest conversation with Jey. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but with newfound determination, you were ready to face them.

Wargames was tomorrow, but you had never felt less prepared for the battles both inside and outside the ring. The emotional turmoil had taken a toll on you, and as you changed into more comfortable clothes, you couldn't help but replay the night's events in your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, Sami had run into Kevin in the hotel hallway as he made his way back to his room. He internally rolled his eyes at the sight of Kevin, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had affected your relationship with Jey. Kevin, sensing Sami's presence, turned to face him with a sympathetic look on his face, as if he wasn't gonna go to war with him tomorrow.

"Rough night?" Kevin asked, swiping his card to get a late-night snack from the vending machine.

Sami glared at Kevin, his guard immediately up. "You're one to talk."

Kevin chuckled, paying for his snack and turning to face Sami. "Look Sami, I don't know what Roman told you to get you this brainwashed as his 'Honorary Uce,' but you're treading on thin ice. Y/N deserves better, and you know it."

Sami's jaw clenched at Kevin's words, a surge of frustration bubbling within him. The history and tensions between Kevin and himself were as intricate as the web of emotions surrounding your relationships with Jey and Sami.

"Stay out of it, Kevin. You don't know anything," Sami retorted, his tone sharp.

Kevin raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I know more than you think. And I know I might have hurt you in the past-"

"Might have?' Kevin rolled his eyes at Sami, continuing. "Okay, I did. But I have never treated you like a second class citizen, Sami. Remember that when Roman has you picking up his dry cleaning," Kevin said, his tone a mixture of mockery and seriousness.

Sami's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration with Kevin palpable. He took a step closer, the tension between them escalating. "They are a family to each other, Kevin. Something you wouldn't understand. And I'm not doing this for Roman. I'm doing it for her, for Y/N-" Sami realized he said too much, his words hanging in the air. Kevin's eyes narrowed, processing Sami's slip of the tongue.

"And what do you think Roman is gonna do when he finds out how to use her against you? When he realizes you've gotten too close? You think he won't manipulate her to get what he wants?" Kevin's words cut through the tension, his gaze unwavering.

Sami's jaw tightened, and he shot back, "I'm not afraid of Roman. And Y/N is smarter than that."

Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. "The same one that went back to Jey after you, right? The same one that's caught in the crossfire of your loyalty to Roman? You're naive if you think Roman won't use that against you." Kevin stepped closer to Sami, their faces inches apart. The air was thick with tension, both men locked in a silent battle of wills.

"I don't need your advice, Kevin. You're not exactly a beacon of successful relationships," Sami spat, his voice low and controlled.

Kevin's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "At least I'm not letting the love of my life get hurt by a guy who will always pick his family over someone like her. Open your eyes, Sami. Roman might be your 'family,' but he won't hesitate to throw you under the bus if it serves him."

Sami's nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists, the intensity of the confrontation escalating. Kevin's words struck a nerve, awakening doubts and fears that Sami had tried to bury. The complexity of his loyalty to Roman and the tangled emotions involving you and Jey seemed to tighten its grip on him.

Kevin watched the emotions play out on Sami's face, each one revealing a different layer of the internal struggle. Despite their history, Kevin's words managed to penetrate Sami's defenses, sparking a seed of doubt in his mind.

"Jey is a snake, just like his piece of shit cousin. It might not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but eventually Roman will finish using Y/N and ask Jey to be the one to put her down. And what will he do?" Kevin's face was inches away from Sami's, filled with a mix of bitterness and concern.

Sami's mind raced, processing the weight of Kevin's words. The hallway seemed to close in around them as they stood locked in a silent battle of ideologies. "He will betray her, follow orders like a loyal dog, and leave her broken. And you will wondering if you could have done something to prevent it," Kevin concluded, his words hanging in the air.

Sami's gaze bore into Kevin's, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within him. The hallway was eerily silent, the tension between them almost tangible. Sami took a deep breath, trying to push aside the doubts and fears that Kevin's words had stirred.

"You don't know anything about my relationship with Roman, and you certainly don't know anything about Y/N and Jey," Sami retorted, his voice firm.

Kevin chuckled, a bitter edge to the sound. "I know that you have this kind of pull on Y/N that goes beyond friendship. I've seen the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. You may think you're doing the right thing, but you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. And for what? Roman's approval? A place in his so-called family?"

Sami's expression hardened, a mixture of frustration and inner turmoil. Kevin's words were like a relentless assault on his convictions. The internal conflict reached a boiling point, and Sami's response was laced with a raw honesty.

"I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I'm doing what I think is right," Sami declared, his voice resolute.

Kevin shook his head, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. "You're blinded by loyalty, Sami. It's gonna cost you more than you realize." He grabbed the food from the vending machine, before turning back to Sami, and Sami paused.

The confrontation in the hotel hallway had reached its peak, both men standing their ground with a shared history and conflicting loyalties. Sami realized that this Kevin was nothing he ever faced. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to tear Sami down with insults or physical threats. He was genuinly concerned, and it struck a chord with Sami.

"Tomorrow, you have the choice to either blindly follow orders and be a pawn in Roman's game or to bring both you and Y/N out of this mess." Kevin said, his tone more somber now. "If you leave, she'll realize that the Bloodline is not worth the sacrifice, and you'll get your girl back, our best fried back.  If you stay, you'll be dragged down with her when Roman decides she's expendable. And I won't be there to pick up the pieces. The choice is yours."

 Kevin's words lingered in the air, the weight of his advice settling on Sami's shoulders, and his gaze even more probing. With that, Kevin walked away, leaving Sami standing alone in the hotel hallway, wrestling with the internal turmoil sparked by their confrontation.

Sami took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to process the complex web of emotions and loyalties that surrounded him. The encounter with Kevin had shaken him to the core, forcing him to confront the potential consequences of his choices. The loyalty to Roman, the complicated history with you, and the growing realization of the impact on his own happiness all collided in his mind.

Should he listen to Kevin? Should he betray the Tribal Chief in the heat of battle so he could salvage his relationship/friendship with you? Should he risk everything for a chance at a different future? Should he ignore Kevin and stay true to the Bloodline, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and potentially hurting you by Roman using one of you as a pawn to get the other in line? He didn't know what he was gonna do. 

But he knew one thing.

He had to choose between you, Roman, and Kevin. And he didn't know which one would be the right path to take. Each option seemed to carry its own set of risks and consequences, and Sami found himself torn between his loyalty to Roman, his feelings for you, and the warnings Kevin had presented.

But no matter what... tomorrow, he needed to be prepared for war.

[msbigredmachine]

Finding Angel: The Masterlist

Roman Reigns is pro wrestling’s biggest star, Hollywood’s next leading man, and a man who thrives on power and control. But when he crosses paths with Naima Murphy, a bold choreographer moonlighting as Angel, Atlanta’s most sought-after exotic dancer, his carefully ordered world tilts on its axis.

Their chemistry is electric, undeniable, but so are the obstacles standing in their way.

Naima wrestles with the weight of her past and present, while Roman’s relentless schedule and the resurfacing of a toxic figure from his life threaten their bond. Insiders and outsiders alike question his relationship with a stripper, and adding fuel to the fire, an unexpected rival within Roman’s circle seethes with resentment, hellbent on complicating his pursuit of love and loyalty.

As secrets, scandals, and enemies close in from all sides, their love faces the ultimate test. In Finding Angel, passion and heartbreak collide in a story of redemption, resilience, and two lonely souls fighting for the one thing they can’t live without...Each other.

✨Pairing: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Stripper!Black Fem OC ✨Featuring: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Paul Heyman, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Jacob Fatu, and several Original Characters ✨Warnings: Explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, toxic dynamics, infidelity, trauma, angst, others tbc

✨Chapters✨

One✨Two✨Three✨Four✨

✨Shorts✨

An Angelic Christmas🎄- On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection.

My Angel, My Love - For their first Valentine’s, Roman and Naima indulge in passion, laughter, and love.

40 Days & 40 Nights - When Roman and Naima commit to abstaining from sex for Lent, they think it’ll be a test of willpower. What they don’t anticipate is just how torturous it will be.

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Masterlist will be updated with each chapter.