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S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC (Alina McLemore)
WARNINGS: Language/Fluff
WORD COUNT: 3.2K
NINETEEN
PART TWENTY
Soft music played throughout the dimly lit restaurant that Josh had brought Alina to. They sat next to each other in a horseshoe booth tucked away in a back corner. Empty plates and half-empty wine glasses sat on the table in front of them, waiting for their waiter to come by to remove them. The couple sat closely to each other, Joshâs arm was draped over Alinaâs shoulders, her hand on his thigh. âHowâd I do?â He whispers in her ear, his cool breath tickling her ear and sending shivers down her spine.Â
She straightens up in his arms, a tiny hum leaving her lips at his question. A smile spread across Alinaâs dark lips as she turned slightly to face the man at her side. Her nose grazes his, her eyes locked on his. âHow many times are you going to ask me?â She asks, her hand moving up his thigh an inch. He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing a golden grill. His hand, that hung at the right breast, lifts, pulling back her hair like a curtainâJoshâs other hand cups her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips move slowly against each other, fully igniting a heat in their cores that was hard to ignore.
âAlrightâoh.â A voice cuts through their kiss, forcing them to pull apart. Alina glances up at the waiter who stands in front of their table, embarrassment apparent on her face. Josh remained unfazed, watching the woman next to him as if he were under a trance. Perhaps he is. They had been handsy with each other all day, and it only got worse when they got to this restaurant. Sheâd been teasing him, wearing his patience down pretty thin. He was ready to go now. The waiterâs gaze was fixated upon a wall across the restaurant.Â
âSorry,â Alina says, wiping her mouth with her thumb. She tries to scoot out of Joshâs grasp, but ends up pulling her back in. She peers over at him only briefly, seeing his eyes still fixated on her. Alina huffs, looking up at the waiter once more. âDo you want our dishes?â She asks, gathering the plates into a stack. Joshâs arm slips off her shoulder, his hand traveling alongside her back.
âYes, maâam.â He says, reaching down for the stacked plates. âThank you.â
âOf course,â She says, flashing him a smile.
âLet us get the bill, too.â Josh chimes in, his voice heavy.Â
âYes, sir.â The waiter replies, rushing off from the table. Alina watches the waiter as he disappears into the busyness of the restaurant. Josh, on the other hand, was back on the prowl for his lady. His lingering hand had wedged between the seat and her back, grabbing at her ass roughly. She gasps sharply, turning to pull his hand from her body.
âAct right.â She scolds him, pointing her finger at him.
âYou strict as hell.â He says, smiling to himself. He shakes his head softly, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. âCanât nobody even see us back here.â He argues.
âWe damn near scared the waiter.â
âHe was looking too hard.â Josh tosses his card on the table before turning his attention towards his girlfriend. He props his arm on the table, leaning his head onto his hand as he watches her, his tongue lightly dragging along his bottom lip.
âI can say the same about you,â Alina says, leaning on the table in the same manner. âWatching me all night like Iâm going to disappear if you look away.â She notes.
âShit, to be real,â He starts, his eyes venturing off only briefly. âPart of me thinks Iâma wake-up, and find out this was all a dream.â He confesses with a slight smile. That smile fades away at his next words, his eyes softer than ever. âI donât wanna go back to the way things were.â He confesses in a soft voice.Â
When it came to Alina, Josh only had one fear: losing her. He didnât want to wake up back in Florida in a house he barely lived in, or spend all his time at his loved onesâ houses because his was too quiet. He didnât want to have to go back to sleeping downstairs in the guest room when he stayed with her, or longing for her to see him as someone she could potentially settle down with.Â
âIf you woke up, and everything was back to the way it was before, would you let it be?â
âHell no,â He interjects, shaking his head.
âNo?â
âNo.â He repeats, still shaking his head. âIf I woke up and everything was back to the way it was before, Iâm coming to tell you all about the dream.â
âWhat if I thought you were crazy?â
âThat ainât nothing new.â He waves off, earning a burst of laughter out of the woman before him. âIâma get my woman back in every lifetime. Trust.â
The waiter would reappear at the table, putting their conversation on a brief hold. He reaches down for the card at the end of the table, snatching the little black piece of plastic off the cloth it lay upon. Without a word or glance in their direction, he vanishes once more to process their payment. âIn every lifetime?â She whispers to Josh, smiling softly at him.
âEvery lifetime,â He repeats proudly. The waiter reappears, handing Josh his card and receipt. Josh quickly tucks it into his wallet. âLetâs get out of here.â He breathes as he scoots out of the booth. âThe nightâs still young, girl.â He says, holding his hand out for Alina. Without hesitation, she takes his hand, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet.Â
âYouâre not trying to go home?â She asks in a soft voice. Her fingernails would skim the sleeve of his blazer.
âNot right now.â He shouts over his shoulder as he pulls her out of the restaurant towards their next destination of the night.
Alina was expecting to wind up at a lounge after dinner, but after thirty minutes of driving, the city lights began to thin out, the road ahead of them illuminated only by headlights. She couldnât tell where she was, and that was a problem, considering sheâs lived in this city her entire life. âJoshua?â She calls, glancing over at him. âWhere are we going?âÂ
Joshâs ears perk at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. His eyes flicker in her direction only briefly, settling on the road once more. âUh,â He starts, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip. âThe long way home,â He lies. âI just figured weâd go for a drive, listen to some music before we make it back that way.â He explains further. Alina nods slowly, her eyes still on the man at her side.Â
âOkay,â She says, her tone prompting him to glance over at her again.
âWhat?â He asks.
âNothing,â She replies.Â
âNothing,â He repeats in a low voice. âOkay.âÂ
âI just figured weâd go dancing or something.â She confesses. âWeâre not even in the city anymore.â She says, glancing out the window again. âI donât know where we are, actually.â Joshâs thumb glides over the top of her hand to soothe her nerves.
âJust trust me, honey.â
Alina looks to Josh once more. âI do.â
âThen sit your fine ass back and look pretty before you get us pulled over. You know GSP be looking for a reason to get someone.â Slowly, Alina sits back in her seat, pulling Joshâs hand into her lap. She places her other hand over top of his, encircling his with her own. She peers out at the dark, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that could tell her where they were.Â
Fifteen minutes later, they were in front of the gate for The Madison. Josh hangs out the driverâs window, typing in a keycode to open the large gate. Slowly, the gate opens, prompting Josh to sit correctly in his seat once more. He lets out a soft sigh, driving the car forward through the gate. âWhat are we doing out here?â She asks, her brows lifted.
âI wanted to drive through there to see what itâs like at night. You know, to see if itâs quiet or if any weird shit be happening.â He explains. âI wanna make a decision this week.âÂ
âAlrightâŚâ Alina drifts off. âDo they know weâre coming? The realtor, the HOA, we donât need anyone calling the police on us for being out there.â
âMhm, yeah,â He answers quickly, leaving it at that. Alina stares at him for a moment longer, waiting for more than just a dismissive yeah but it never comes. Josh could feel Alinaâs eyes on him, watching him for any small glance or movement that would give him away. She was suspicious. âYou worried about the wrong thing.â He says suddenly.
âOur safety?â She asks.
âGirl, ainât nobody about to bother us out there.â He says, tilting his head up slightly. âThey know weâre coming out there. The hell I look like putting you in a situation where youâd get hurt, Lina? Come on now. Weâre just going to drive through here and out. Thatâs it.â He assures her. The car was silent for a few moments; the music softly playing on the radio was the only sound heard.Â
âOkay.â She replies hesitantly. Alina wasnât trying to sound like she didnât trust Josh; she trusted him with her life, she was just concerned. Driving by houses at night wasnât an unfamiliar concept when trying to rent or buy a house. Plenty of people do it. They were a couple who enjoyed the quiet. If Josh is to buy a house, he wants to make sure he gets his moneyâs worth and that he made the right choice. âIâll drive through the others tomorrow night.â He says, suddenly. âI wanna buy before we head back out on the road.â Josh turns onto the street the house they toured over a month ago sits, the car slowing down as they draw closer. His eyes skimmed the road, his head turning to look at the houses they passed every few moments.
âLooks quiet,â Alina says, watching as houses pass them by.
âYeah,â Josh replies, seemingly distracted by trying to locate the house. âThere it is.â He says to himself as they approach the empty house. Alinaâs eyes light up at the sight of it as they turn into the driveway. The car suddenly shifts into park, and Josh quickly undoes his seatbelt. Out of the car he goes, slowly walking around the car to stand in the front yard.Â
Alina watches him for a moment before climbing out of the car herself. âI thought you said we were just passing through.â She says.
âWe are.â He replies, his voice distant almost. He moved through the yard, but not before looking at the other houses surrounding it.Â
âIn the yard and not the car, yes,â Alina says quickly. With no response to her, Josh marches to the side of the house, vanishing into the darkness. âJosh!â Alina quietly yells, briefly glancing around at the other houses in the area. No response came from the man who wandered off towards the back of the house. She peered back at the open wooden fence door he walked through, hoping he would come back for her and theyâd leave, but two minutes had passed, and he was nowhere to be seen. The longer she stood waiting for a response, the more uneasy she became. The last thing she wanted was to have the police called on them for trespassing. âJoshua,â She calls louder than before, quickly stomping towards the back of the house.
Her eyes darted from left to right as she walked along the dark path to the backyard, hoping to God he wasnât hidden in the shadows or a dark corner waiting to jumpscare her. She turned the corner, her eyes scanning the open before landing on the open door. âLord, this boy done broke in these folksâ house.â She says to herself as she walks up the concrete steps into the large screened patio. âJosh, I want to go.â She says, stepping into the large kitchen.
The light in the living room was on, and his heavy footsteps were heard as he shuffled through the room. âBaby, come onâ.â She starts, coming to a stop when she turns the corner. Josh stood in the center of the large living room, the âfor saleâ sign in hand. Printed along the top of the sign in bright, bold red letters was the word âSOLDâ. âWhatâs this?â She asks, glancing up at him.
âOurs.â He answers, briefly glancing down at the sign. He moves over to the wall, propping the sign against it. âSigned the papers and got the keys this morning.â He tells her.
âI thought you didnât like any of the houses.â She points, recalling an early conversation they had a few weeks back about the houses.
âI didnât say that. You asked me if I could see myself in any of them without you.â
âYou said no.â
âI did.â He confirms with a nod. âThat didnât mean I didnât like them.â
âSoâŚâ She drifts off, a small scoff leaving her lips. âIâm confused.â
âWhatâs there to be confused about?â He asked, looking around the living room they stood in. âI bought us a house, and youâre going to make it a home.â He tells her. Alina grows quiet at his words, wrapping her arms around her body. Her lips trembled slightly as she fought back words threatening to escape her. âLina, I donât want this without you. Like, the shit wonât make sense if youâre not here with me.â He explains, glancing around the room again.Â
âI see us here.â He says, waving his hand over the opening. âI see us laid up on the couch,â He briefly pauses. âwatching a movie that weâll never finish because we always fall asleep.â Alina softly snorts at his words, her eyes following the swing of his arm as he paints a picture of life together in this house. He points at the kitchen. âI see us in the kitchen, cooking and sitting down to dinner together. We might dance a little in there, you feel me? A little two-step, depending on the song. I bet the music sounds better in there, too.âÂ
âJosh,â
âLet me finish.â He pleads, holding his hand up at her. âI can see us in the backyard, our families together for a cookout. My pops and yours might butt heads a little, but our Mamas would love each other.â A small smile spreads to Alinaâs face at the idea of their parents all in the same room together. Their dads would probably argue over something silly like football; their moms, attached at the hip.Â
Joshâs gaze remained fixated upon the woman before him as he slowly began to rock from left to right. His heart had picked up the pace, pounding violently against its cage like it wanted to break free. Anxiety was rearing its ugly head at him, pleading with him not to do what heâs practiced in the mirror all week. The voice in his head would tell him sheâd say no; that sheâll run the moment he kneels before her. Though the idea of her doing that terrified him, he wouldnât dare listen to it. His tongue grazes his drying lips, prepping them for the next set of words that would leave them. âIâI see myself making you my wife here.âÂ
And there it was: the catch to his grand sales pitch, but she couldnât allow herself to read into it just yet. Alinaâs brows furrow slightly, her brown lips parting ever so slightly to let even the smallest of breaths through. It wasnât really a question, but a declarationâat least thatâs what sheâs telling herself. She had a question of her own, a curiosity for clarity. âAre youâ.â Her words catch in her rapidly drying throat, preventing her from finishing her question. She quietly clears her throat to force those words out, but they refuse to come.Â
Josh glances down at the floor as he fishes a velvet black box from his coat pocket. âFigured you needed a ring to go along with the house.â He confesses. Thick fingers pop open the felt lid, revealing a hard-to-miss diamond fixed upon a thin gold band. He was proposing.Â
Alinaâs eyes would go to the box in his hand, a shaky gasp escaping her.Â
âNo, youâre not.â She says, turning away from him. Tears immediately began to spill over once she was out of his view, her hand clasped tight over her mouth to stop the impending sobs.Â
âYes, I am.â He argues, reaching out to grab her hand. âCome here so I can ask you something.â He requests, slowly pulling her back to him and the center of the living room. âAlina Christine McLemore,â He breathes, kneeling in front of her. The hand that held the box lifts slightly. âI knew from the very first day I saw you that you were going to be someone important to me, and Iâm so grateful you let me be your friendâŚâcause now I want to be your husband.â
âYes.â She blurts, no hesitation. Joshâs brows furrow at her abruptness, but that confusion didnât reach his mouth. There was a smile twitching at his lips at her answer. Yes, Alina was saying yes to marrying him. She wanted to marry him.
âY-You ainât even let me finish,â Josh says softly.
âIâm sorryâ.â She says, inhaling sharply as she fights back tears. âAsk me, ask me.â She demands frantically. Alina fans her free hand across her face, trying to dry her tears without messing up her makeup. âGo on.â Josh laughs at the theatrics, briefly glancing down at the floor. He briefly lifts off his aching knee to give it some relief.
âMarry me, Lina.â He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
âYes!â She exclaims, doing a mini happy stomp.
Josh shoots up from the floor, arms wrapping around the woman before him. Alina staggers backwards into the wall because of the man in her arms, hitting it with a thud.Â
âSorry, babyâIâm sorry.â He profusely apologizes. Josh steps back only an inch from the woman, his fingers wrapping around the gold ring in the box he holds. Alina watches him shakily remove the ring from its box, her hand up and fingers outstretched as she waits. Once the ring was between the pads of his middle finger and thumb, he put the box away in his back pocket. Carefully, he slides the ring onto her finger, the cool metal sending chills through her body like a tiny shockwave. âCome here,â He says, pulling her in for a bruising kiss.Â
And there it was, for the second time in Alinaâs life, she was a fiancĂŠe.
S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC (Alina McLemore)
WARNINGS: Language
WORD COUNT: 3.1K
EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN
Therapy should be normalized. It should be something people are okay with doing. It shouldnât feel embarrassing to do, but it does. At least, to Alina, it still does. Sheâs had two sessions so far, not counting this one, and she has yet to stop feeling embarrassed every time she sets foot in this office. She shouldnât be here. She shouldnât need this. Alina has always had it figured out, and needing this made her feel like she didnât for the first time in her life, and she struggled with processing that.Â
Her eyes would flit across the pale beige walls, skimming over the over-saturation of motivational quotes that filled them. There was one she found herself reading quite often throughout her hourly sessions that read âAccept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will beâ. She liked that one.Â
âYou seem distracted.â A voice cuts through the noise in Alinaâs head, prompting her to cut her eyes in the direction it came from. Denise, her therapist, sat across from her in an accent chair, pen and clipboard ready. Her glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose as she studied the woman. âAnything happen since our last talk?â She asks. âHowâre you and Josh doing?â
At the two questions, Alina shifts in her seat to fully turn her attention toward the therapist. âWeâre fine.â She answers, nodding slightly.Â
âYou didnât answer the first question, though. So, is that the truth?â Denise asks.Â
âYeah, itâs the truth,â Alina answers quickly. âHis brother and I had a disagreement the other night, but that didnât start anything with us, surprisingly. So, weâre fine.â She tells her.Â
Denise taps her pen on the top of her metal clipboard, her eyes lowering in slits for a moment. She then lifts her hand to push her glasses up her nose. âWhat happened there? Between you and his brother?âÂ
Alina sucks in a breath at the question, letting out a heavy sigh. âWe were at dinner, after a show, and his wife asked how the house hunting was going, because Josh is looking for a house here in Atlanta. I told her that it was going well, but he hasnât decided on which house he is interested in, because there are five we looked at.â Alina pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts before continuing. âDenise, Iâve been urging this man for over a month to check on those houses and make a decision, and heâs been very dismissive of it. So, I mentioned that.â
Deniseâs brows furrow ever so slightly, an action that would be missed if you werenât paying attention. âAnd so, Josh says that I wasnât helping him with the house hunting, which is his reasoning for taking so long.â
âWait.â Denise holds up her hand, stopping Alina from going any further. âYouâre not helping him? Why not?â She asks.
âWell,â Alina starts. âI donât want him making big decisions like these with me in mind if we arenât married. I donât want him to buy a house because I took a liking to it. What if we break up? Now, heâs stuck with a house that reminds him of me, and I donât want that for him.â
âIt sounds to me like if heâs wanting your opinion on something of this size, that he has full intentions of creating a life for both of you in this house, which is very serious, Alina. He values your opinion. You donât just pack up your life in another state to be with someone you love if you donât have intentions of being with that person forever.â She explains. âThis just feels like a projection of your own fears onto him.â She finishes.
Alina parts her lips at her words, her eyes dropping from the woman in front of him. âI donât feel like it is, though. Iâm just taking the necessary precautions.â She says with a shake of her head, looking at Denise.
âHeâs not him,â Denise reminds her. âI understand what you went through with your ex was very traumatic, but you have no reason to be afraid of loving someone who wholeheartedly loves you back. You have got to allow yourself to love him just as he loves you.â
The room becomes silent once more, not because Alina knew not what to say, but because she knew that Denise was right. Josh was not Theo, and he does not deserve to be compared to him. âIâm trying.â She whispers. âI justâŚâ She pauses. âI really love him. Like, a lot, and that scares me. I can admit that. Iâll find myself looking at him, falling more in love with him, and start asking myself questions. What if you finally let yourself be happy, and he turns around and decides that you donât do it for him? What happens after that? Iâd have to switch shows; Trin and Jon are his family, so I donât even know if weâll talk after. What if I dove all in, sold my house, moved in with him, and we donât make it? Now Iâm back at square one. You get what Iâm saying?â Alina sucks in a breath after her long-winded question, her eyes wandering around the room yet again. âI know what it feels like to have your heart broken by someone you would give the entire world to if you could, and I donât want to feel that kind of pain ever again. I barely survived the last time.âÂ
Alinaâs eyes land on Denise once more. âI loved Theo. I loved him so much that I revolved a lot of things around that man like a fool and found out the hard way not do that shit ever again.â
âBut you have to remember that wasnât your fault, though.â She interjects. âYou were young, and in love, and were sold a dream by a conman.â She explains. âThe fact that youâve thought of the worst-case scenario and how to survive it before even allowing yourself to live in the now and be happy is impressive to me.â Denise leans forward in her seat, retaining eye contact with the vulnerable woman in front of her. âYou donât think about future date nights? Marriage? Children? All the normal things that people who are in love think about?â She asks. âYouâre going to ruin something great trying to protect yourself from someone you donât need to protect yourself from. Heâs not going to wait forever for you to be ready, you know that, right? If he leaves, you wonât have anyone to blame but yourself because you pushed him away.â
And that was the harsh truth and the reason why she was here. If she doesnât fix what is wrong with her soon, everything she has with Josh will cease to exist. A heartbreak of her own doing should terrify her more than anything because she couldâve stopped it if she had justâŚtrusted him and herself.Â
The drive home for Alina was quiet, but she found herself constantly replaying the conversation she had with Denise in her head. She was incredibly vulnerable today, far more vulnerable than sheâs ever been with anyone in a long while. Sheâd like to consider that a breakthrough of some sort, a small win in a larger battle. It was progress.Â
After the session, Denise suggested couples exercises for Alina and Josh to try. She felt like they would help with Alinaâs relationship anxiety and strengthen their connection in the process. She gave her a list of several exercises in case they needed any ideas, and told her to report back to her at the next session how it went.Â
Alina enters her home to the sound of shots being fired and explosions. There, in the center of the couch, was Josh, fully immersed in a round of Call of Duty. His headset lay at his side, letting her know that he wasnât in a voice chat for this game. At the sound of the door opening, he would glance up at her briefly. The game would then go on pause, plunging the couple into silence. He tosses the controller to the side, now turning his attention towards his woman. âHey, baby.â She greets, dropping her keys into the bowl next to the door.
âWassup,â He replies, his eyes staying trained on her as she removes her shoes. âHow was it?â He asks.Â
âIt was good.â She says, walking over to the couch. She climbs into the manâs lap, draping her arm over his shoulders once she is comfortable. His arm would drape over her legs, his hand resting on the side of her thigh. His thumb would lightly caress the fabric on her leg.
âYeah?â He asks, his voice nearly a hum. âWhat did yâall talk about?â He was trying to make it a habit to ask her about her sessions after they were over as an attempt to show her that he cared about what she was doing and supported her. He was fully prepared to get the same response heâs gotten the last two times sheâs gone. âNothing worth sharing,â sheâd always say. Itâs not that there wasnât anything worth talking about, but that she didnât feel comfortable enough yet to talk about it.
âUs.â She replies, reaching into the pocket of the oversized hoodie she had on. She pulls out the folded list of couples exercises that Denise gave her, unfolding it to show him. âShe gave me this list of couples exercises for us to try.âÂ
âExercises?â He asks, his brows furrowing as he glances down at the list. âLet me see this.â He mutters, snatching the paper out of her hand. She leans into his side so that she can read alongside him. âNot a damn thing on this list mentions sex. Thatâs an exercise.â He argues, earning an eyeroll from Alina. âThe hell is Soul Gazing?â Alina reaches for the paper, and he pulls it back. âWatch out now.â He tells her, continuing to skim over the paper. âThis is an intense exercise that will help you and your partner connect on a deeper level,â He reads aloud. Josh becomes silent, his lips moving as he silently reads along. âOh, so like a staring contest.â He booms.Â
âNo, not like a staring contest.â Alina chimes in. âWe just stare at each other, itâs not a competition.â She explains, finally snatching the paper from him.Â
âWe can do that one right now.â He says, turning his attention to her. She glances up briefly from the paper, seeing his face near her cheek. She leans back from him, laughing softly.
âYou can back up.â
âIt says we have to be close to each other,â He snatches the paper back, crumbling it slightly as he does so. âSee? Move so close to one another that your knees are nearly touching, and look in each otherâs eyes. Then we gotta talk about how we felt after.â He reads. Josh tosses the paper on the couch next to him, turning his attention to her once more.
âIâll turn on a timer.â She says, reaching down to grab his phone. She pulls down the control panel and presses the timer button, scrolling to five minutes. âWe have to do it for five minutes.â She tells him.
âLight work,â
After starting the timer, she places the phone back onto the table. She turns her attention to her man, a smile already creeping onto her face at him staring at her. She always got giddy under his gaze, instantly looking away from him once she noticed him staring for too long. Not being able to do that this time was going to be hard, and she knew it, but she would try. They sat there in silence for all of thirty seconds before he started talking. âCan I ask you something?â He whispers.
âYouâre not supposed to talk.â She responds in the same low voice.
âYou gonna tell on me because I did?â He asks, getting a shake of her head from him.Â
âWas that your question?â She asks, moving her arm from his shoulders. Sheâd prop it up onto the back of the couch, her elbow pushing into the cushion beneath it. Sheâd lean her head against her hand, watching the man intently. He shakes his head at her. âCan it wait?â She asks. Hesitantly, he nods.Â
The room becomes quiet once more; the only sounds to be heard are from the television. Hazel eyes watched deep browns, a gaze only to be temporarily broken by slow, half-blinks. His hand finds her hip, pushing against the hoodie in search of skin. Alinaâs eyes flutter at the feeling of his hand on her hip, a little smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. His fingers found their home against her skin, feeling out the small of her back. Her free hand, which rested in her lap, moved to his beard. Her fingers skimmed the salt and pepper hairs, curling into his beard to gently scratch at it. âThis ainât going to work.â He whispers.
âYou canât stare at me for 5 minutes?â She asks.
âMm-mm.â He hums.
âWhy not?â Alina asks. Joshâs eyes shift from hers, flickering down to her lips for only a moment. His eyebrows jumped as he brought his gaze back to hers. âWhat?â She asks, a giggle slipping from her lips. Josh stares at her for several moments longer, his mind racing with multiple responses to her question, a question to her question. None of which were appropriate at this momentâwell, all of them were, but one of them was a result of his heart wanting to leap prematurely off this moment. Now wasnât the time.Â
âCâmere.â He whispers, requesting a kiss from his woman. Alinaâs hand, which was still nestled in his graying beard, shifts down slightly, her thumb now grazing his lips. Josh presses his lips to the pad of her thumb, holding eye contact with her as he does so. Alina sucks in a breath, her hand dropping from the warmth of his face. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Reluctantly, she shakes her head.
âWhat other exercises are on this list?â She mutters, reaching over him for the paper he had laid at his side.Â
âWhatchu doing?â He asks, taking the paper from her again. Alina huffs slightly as she watches the paper leave her reach again. She then peers down at the man. âWe supposed to be gazing into each otherâs souls right now.â He reminds her, getting an eyeroll from the woman as a response.Â
âYouâre not acting right.â She says.
âI canât stare at my wife?â He asks. Alinaâs smile fades a little at him calling her his wife. It wasnât something she hadnât heard before, but something heâs started sprinkling in every once in a while now when talking to her or about her. At first, it was just Jon who would do it to tease the pair before and after they got together, a joke. As time went on, it stopped being used jokingly and became a spoiler for whatâs to comeâŚwhenever that may be. She lets him say it, give her his last name, but she has yet to respond to it. She hasnât uttered the word husband once. It wasnât that she didnât want to; she didnât know how to. Josh also wasnât looking for her to say it back just yet; it was simply a preference of his. Silently, she watched him, allowing him the privilege to stare at her once more. His eyes would relax, the wrinkles at the corner smoothing out.
âYou werenât staring.â She says, shaking her head.
âI am though.â He argues. âIâm always staring at you. Shit, Iâm blessed. Canât thank God enough for you, but He knows.â He whispers. Alina peers down at her lap, her nails nervously picking at the fabric on her pants. He always knew what to say when it came to her, and she envied that. Josh was loud with his love, comfortable with the uncomfortable parts of it, and then there was her, quiet. She used to be like that, fully enthralled by the idea of loving someone just as much as herself, just as much as her family. Theo just had to ruin that for her, robbing her of the will to invest her emotions fully, to love confidently. âYou okay with going out tonight?â Josh asks, cutting through her thoughts.Â
   Alina glances up at Josh, her brows furrowed at his question. âYou want to go out?â She asks. It was routine for the couple to stay in on the first night off the road. Too tired to do anything, theyâd order in and lounge around the house. Josh nods once, getting a hum from the woman. She pushes her bottom lip up into her top, nodding slowly. âRaincheck on the Chinese then.â She says. âWhat did you have in mind?â She asks.Â
   âMarcel at seven.âÂ
   âIâll call to see if they have any openings. Itâs short notice.â She says, reaching over to grab Joshâs phone from the table. It was already nearing four in the afternoon, and seven would be here in no time. With the time it would take to do her hair, makeup, and find an outfit, plus traffic, they were going to be cutting it incredibly close. Sheâll try not to do too much.Â
âAlready done.â He interrupts.Â
âWho did it?â She asks, looking up at him. Slowly, her brows began to furrow again. Josh didnât like making the reservations. He barely liked calling people. He left it up to Alina to always make the calls. Her being nicer was always his excuse for not doing it when, in reality, he lacked patience.Â
âMe.â He answers confidently only to get a blank stare in return from the woman in his lap. âWhat?â He asks, shrugging his shoulders.Â
âYou made the reservation.â It wasnât a question but a statement of disbelief.Â
âDamn, is it that hard to believe?â
âWhatâs the occasion?âÂ
âAinât one. I wanna redo Saturday. The night shouldnât have ended like that.â He explains. The drive back to the hotel that night was quiet. Neither person attempted to talk about what happened, simply moving past it as if it didnât. There wasnât a need for a conversation; they had an understanding of each other. âWill you let me take you to dinner?â He formally asks, getting a large smile from the woman.Â
âOkay.â She whispers. âIâll go get ready.â She informs him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before getting off his lap. The warmth that surrounded Josh while Alina sat on him had left with her, leaving him somewhat cold. His hands would go to his knees, rubbing slowly at them.Â
âI love you,â Josh shouts after the woman, watching as the woman quickly moves up the stairs.
   âI love you too.â She shouts back, vanishing to the second floor.Â
S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC (Alina McLemore)
WARNINGS: Language
WORD COUNT: 3.5K
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SummerSlam â August 21st, 2021Â
Alina stood in Gorilla, her eyes on the medium-sized flatscreen that lined a curtained wall. She watched intently as the Twins faced off against the Mysterios. Her arms were folded, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She didnât normally watch their matches from this position, but Josh had asked her to. âBring it to an end,â Paul commands softly into a headset from behind a row of monitors behind her.
âKick to the face! Tag! Jeyâs legal!â Josh rushes into the ring; he and his brother run to the corners opposite each other. They meet in the middle with a double superkick to the face of Rey, the beginning of the end of the match. Jey runs to the corner again, climbing to the top turnbuckle to deliver a splash to the seasoned veteran. He covers the man for the pin, securing the win for him and his brother. âThe Usos retain the titles!â Michael exclaims just as their music starts.
The father-son duo rolls out the ring to collect themselves while the Twins celebrated their win, their titles held high above their heads. âAlina,â Paul calls from over the monitors. She turns to her boss, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. He peers over the top of the monitors, his face bathed in soft white light from the screen. Though his eyes were concealed by the reflections of light on his thin, squared frames, she could tell he was looking at her. âAre you the one interviewing Jimmy and Jey in a few?â He asks.
âNo, Megan is.â She answers, teetering on her feet slightly as she watches him. Alina had a light load tonight, only having to cover the pre-show. âDo you need anything from me?â She asks, lifting a brow.
âNo, youâre good.â He replies passively as Dominik and Rey tiredly came through the curtain. He tosses his headset on the table, standing to his feet to applaud the men for the well-fought battle. Alina steps to the side, allowing them space to get through the opening and the group of people standing around in the small room. âGood match tonight, fellas.â He says, putting his hand on Dominikâs shoulder.
âThanks, Hunter.â The Mysterios mutter on their way through.Â
âThatâs what Iâm talking about, baby!â Josh exclaims from the other side of the curtain. Alina turns her attention to the cloaked entrance, catching the twins pushing through it, their titles on their shoulders. The room broke out in applause for the champions, commending them for a good match. Josh makes his way over to Alina, shimming past people who stand in his way.Â
âYou did great out there,â Alina whispers at him.Â
âLetâs go.â He replies, leaning down to kiss her. âThank you, baby.â He says, reaching down to take her hand. âIâm hungry as hell. You want to get dinner tonight?â He asks, pulling her through the room.
âWe ainât going out?â Jim asks, moving down the hall towards the backstage area. Alina glanced up at Josh, waiting for an answer to the question his brother stole right out of her mouth. His face would briefly contort from sweat getting in his left eye. He lifts his hand, wiping at the corner of his eye. He then sighs heavily, shrugging his shoulders in the process.Â
âNot even going to hold you, Uce, Iâm tryna be lowkey tonight. Yâall are welcome to join us, though.â He tells him.Â
âMight have to take you up on that offer,â Jon says, his hand on his stomach. Dinner and an early night? Donât mind if he does.
âBefore we do anything, yâall have an interview with Megan,â Alina informs them. âIâma go find a restaurant to fit us in tonight.â She says, breaking off from the boys. The twins continued down the hall towards the interview set, their heads low. Jon, still stuck on Josh not being interested in partying for the first time in three years, glances over at his brother.Â
âEverything good, brother?â He asks, prompting Josh to peer up at the path ahead.
âYeah, just got a long week ahead of us.â He says. âIâm buying the house this weekâIâve been secretly planning that for a minute now without Lina knowing, and one of her friends is having a baby shower on Saturday, and sheâs been stressed about that.â
âShe still friends with them folks?â Jon asks, slightly grimacing in confusion. He shakes his head. âI donât get it.â He says, getting a lip smack of disapproval from his twin.Â
âTheyâre not all bad people,â Josh says.
âMan, says who?â Jon asks, lifting his eyebrow at the man. âShe done been through hell with these folks and gonna keep going through it fucking with them, and then I gotta hear from you on me and Trinâs phones-.â Joshâs arms shoot out in front of Jon, stopping him from going any further. He turns to face him, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âWhereâs all this coming from?â Josh asks. Silence fills the hallway between the brothers as they stare at each other. Jon lifts his hands, shaking his head.
âLook, Iâm just saying.â
âI canât make her stop fucking with them folks, Jon. Linaâs gonna do what sheâs gonna do-.â
âKeep getting her feelings hurt?â He asks, confusion apparent on his face once more. âMan, if yâall like it, I love it.â He says, proceeding on down the hall, leaving Josh standing there. He watched after his brother, his eyes slightly wide in shock at Jon walking away from him and their conversation. Josh quickly marches after him.
âJon!â He calls, his hand outstretched for his brother. âAy,â He says, wrapping his hand around his brotherâs forearm and pulling him to face him. âI canât make her choose. I ainât got it in me to do that to her.â Josh has never been the type of man to dictate his relationships. He had given Alina an ultimatum in their relationship once, and that was after the fight in Pensacola. He didnât want to lose her then, and he doesnât want to lose her now. Driving a wedge between her and her friends, the few she has left, wasnât going to do anything but push her away from him, and thatâs not what they need. He points his finger at his brotherâs chest, briefly locking his gaze on it. âYou wouldnât do that to Trin.â
At the sound of his wifeâs name, heâd move his brotherâs finger from his chest, prompting his twin to look at him. âThis ainât about my wife, itâs about yours. If you wanna let her keep frolicking in a field of snakes, thatâs on you. Sheâs gonna keep getting bit.â He says, continuing down the narrow hallway. Josh watches after his brother, a soft sigh leaving his lips at his parting words.Â
As much as he didnât want to admit it, Jon was right. Alina was only hurting herself by delaying the inevitable, and Josh would have to pick up the pieces after the damage was done. Slowly, he follows after his brother, his eyes averting to the ground as he does. How does he even approach a conversation like that with her? The moment he would suggest that she stop talking to them, sheâd already be hollering, threatening to sleep in another room, and some more shit. He wasnât interested in any of thatâŚbut thatâs his girl, and if he plans to have a future with her, heâs got to be honest with herâthatâs the least he can do.
The twins made it to the interview site, ridding their faces of any evidence of a verbal scuffle. Megan stood near a cameraman, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited. The cameraman gently taps her arm, signalling toward the boys. She glances up at them, a wide, dazzling smile spreading across her face. âHey, guys!â She exclaimed, waving slightly at them.
âWhatâs up, Meg?â They say in unison, their voices low.
âThe Producers said that we donât need anything too over the topâjust a message for the locker room. Sounds good?â She asks, glancing between the pair. They nod in unison, glancing at each other before returning their attention to their interviewer. âCool,â She says, turning to face the cameraman. She nods once at him, signalling for him to start the silent countdown. âIâm here with the SmackDown Tag Team Champions, Jimmy and Jey: The Usos. Guys, Iâm sure youâve got a big celebration going on tonight, so Iâll try not to keep you long and make this quick. We just saw you go up against and win a hard-fought battle against The Mysterios. What kind of statement does this win make to the SmackDown locker room?â
âWhat kind of statement? Nah, they saw what happened out there; thatâs a big enough statement to me.â Jon says, glancing at his brother.
âWe went out there and did what we said weâd do. Thatâs never changed.â Josh chimes in.Â
âWonât change either.â
âThis is our show, Megan. Been our show! So, you might as well get comfortable with seeing the Bloodline.â
âYeah, because we ainât going nowhere.â Jon finishes, lifting his index finger to his chest. âMan, letâs go.â He says, elbowing Josh in the arm. The twins walk out of the frame, allowing Meghan to wrap up the brief interview.Â
Megan turns to the boys, a heavy sigh leaving her small frame. âThanks, you guys.â She says with a large smile.
âYeah, no problem,â Josh says, slowly inching his way back down the hall he and his brother came from. His eyes were fixated upon the floor, his brows slightly furrowed in deep thought. Jon and Megan watched after him, confusion on her face and embarrassment on his. Quickly, he follows after his twin, catching up to his slow pace in no time. Silently, he watches him.Â
âLook, man, Iâm sorry if I overstepped. I justâ.âÂ
âBut youâre right, though.â Josh interrupts, lifting his head a little. âItâs justâŚLinaâs complicated. Iâma try to bring it up after the baby shower.â Hopefully, sheâll take it well, he thought. Nine times out of ten, she wouldnât. Alina had known these people for a large chunk of her life. They had become her family away from her family, but recent events have started changing that for her. She shouldnât have to force herself to be around people whom she doesnât like, and vice versa, to spend time with whatâs left of her friendships.Â
The twins stop in front of the door to Joshâs locker room, their conversation concluding just before they made it. âItâll all work out, Uce,â Jon assures him, holding up his hand to initiate a handshake. Josh clasped his hand with his brotherâs, their hands moving through the quick motion of a dap up. Jon would snap his fingers at the release of his hand, pointing his index finger at him. âAy, let me know the move tonight.â He reminds him, moving down the hall toward his locker room.Â
âIâll text you,â Josh promises.
Suddenly, the door opens behind him, warm white light pouring out of the room and into the hallway. Josh turns over his shoulder, his eyes finding Alinaâs. âOur table will be ready at nine thirty.â She says, stepping aside to let him in. Joshâs eyes peered down at the ruched chocolate-brown dress Alina wore. The dress hugged her curves, bunched at the top of her hips, accentuating what didnât need accentuating. The front of the dress plunged just below her breasts. A gold necklace, a small Cuban that Josh had gifted her one Christmas, hung at her neck.Â
âYou look good.â He compliments her as he steps into the room. The air smelled heavily of roses and jasmine thanks to the perfume Alina sprayed on her body before opening the door. He drops his title onto the couch next to his clothes, which she set out for him, to face the woman behind him.Â
âThank you.â She replies, closing the door behind him. She turns to face the man, finding his eyes still on her. âWhat?â
âWhen did you buy this?â He asks, glancing up at her once more.
âLast week.â She replies, moving around him to her suitcase.
âHold onâŚâ He purrs, wrapping an arm around her waist. Alina shoots him a stern glare, prompting Josh to pull back from her, confused. âWhat?â
âWe donât have time for this.â She says, reaching down to pull his hands from her body. Upon removal, he began his grumbling, his hands immediately going back to her hips. âYou worried about the wrong thing.â She says, removing his hands again. âGo take a shower.â She says, proceeding to her suitcase. She leans down into it, grabbing the heels she planned to wear for the night.
âYou act like I was bout to tell you to take it off.â He argues, snatching up his towel that was draped over the back of a chair. He spares her one final glance before heading for the bathroom. âYou donât even have underwear on.â He mutters, slapping her ass on his way by. Alina shot straight up, instantly shoving Josh into the bathroom. âWatch out.â He laughs, stumbling into the bathroom.
Dinner instead of the club was definitely the right move for the Twins and their dates. The night was relaxed, filled with soft music, food, good conversation, and their laughter; a pleasant alternative to their normal.Â
âSo howâs the house hunting going?â Trinity asks, setting her fork on her plate. They had just finished dinner, opening them up to having more conversation without a mouthful of food. Alina glances up at Josh next to her before fixing her gaze upon Trin once more. They hadnât really discussed houses since Tasha had come over that one night. It wasnât on purpose; they donât think, they just havenât had much time to think about it.Â
That was a month ago, though.
âItâs going well.â She lies, nodding as she speaks. âWe narrowed it down to fiveâ.â She glances at Josh again. âFive houses?â He nods passively, his eyes going to his brother. Jon peers over at him at the same time, a silent conversation happening with just glares. âYeah, five houses. There hasnât been much else movement on that, though.â She finishes. âI told him he needed to hurry up and make a decision. Those houses wonât be on the market forever. He doesnât wanna listen to me though.â
âI listen to you.â He says, glancing over at her. âWould help if you helped me choose.â He mutters.
âYouâre not helping him?â Jon asked. âAinât this yâallâs house?â He asks, putting Alina in the hot seat about her choice not to help him. She parts her lips slightly, a nearly inaudible squeak coming from her mouth at the question.
âW-Well,â She starts, peering down at her plate. âI mean,â She pauses as she ponders her words. She could feel everyoneâs eyes on her, waiting for her explanation as to why she was avoiding being part of his homebuying process. âThis is technically his house. We arenât marriedâ.â
âYet,â Jon adds, making Alina glance up at him. Beneath the table, she began to tap her right foot out of nervousness. Her brows furrow slightly as she shakes her head at the man. Where was this all coming from all of a sudden?Â
âRight, I just donât want him to make any decisions like this one with me in mind beforeâ.â
âHe already did when he moved to Atlanta,â Jon says, confusion apparent in his voice. âItâs too late for all that.â He finishes. Alina grows silent once more, her eyes not moving from Jonâs. Heâd watch her back, his brows slightly raised. His words had caught her off guard, rendering her speechless. Her chest was filled with a mix of emotions: confusion, anxiety, angerâŚthings that made her uncomfortable.Â
âYou know what, Jon,â She starts, adjusting in her seat to face him. âI didnât even know he was doing it until he told me. Josh had already made up his mind. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, and he said yes.â She says, her voice slightly raised. âAnd so I adjusted. When he stopped going home, I adjusted. These are things that are happening on his time, not mine, by the way, and yet, I adjusted. I havenât had a relationship this serious since my ex-fiancĂŠ. I have never known a love this intense, ever, but I am adjusting; not at his pace, but at my own, and he knows that.â She says. âIâve never been one to throw caution to the wind, and you know that.â She says, pointing her finger at him. âSo, Iâm sorry that Iâm being protective over my heart. Itâs almost like the shitâs been broken before.â
Jon leans forward, his hand outstretched toward his brother. âBut what does that have to do with my brother, though?â He asks, his eyes wide and brows knitted closely in confusion.
âNothing! It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with me.â Alina says loudly. At Alina raising her voice, Josh sits up, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. Here she goes with all this damn hollering, he thought. He turns his attention towards her, his hand finding the top of her thigh. âWe,â she points aggressively between her and Josh, âhave already talked about this. I am working through my issues, through my traumas, but that shit doesnât happen overnight, and it damn sure doesnât happen in 6 months. So, you can get the fuck off of me.âÂ
âAlright, yâall, letâs talk about something else.â Trin chimes in. The atmosphere for dinner had shifted from light and romantic to tense and uncomfortable.Â
âNah, I want to go,â Alina says, scooting out of her seat. âBecause if I sit here any longer, you finna hate my ass.â She says with a giggle.Â
Joshâs grip on Alinaâs thigh tightens, keeping her sitting down. She glances down at his hand and then up at his face, finding his dark eyes staring back at her. âYou need to calm your ass down.â He whispers to her. A small scoff could be heard coming from Alina as she pushes his hand off her leg, continuing to scoot out of the booth. His eyes, still fixated on the spot where Alina sat last, would shift up to his brother, who was watching after Alina.
âI got her. Let me out.â Trin says, tapping his side. Slowly, he moves out of the booth, letting his wife chase after Alina. He drops back into the booth, lifting his hips to take his wallet out of his back pocket. If dinner wasnât over, it for sure was now. Josh slowly relaxes in his seat, his hands clasped in his lap.
âLook, Iâm sorry,â Jon says, cutting through the silence after several moments. âSheâs just...â
âYouâre good,â Josh says lowly, averting his gaze from his brother. âSheâll be alright.â He adds, reaching for his glass. He takes a slow sip of his drink. It wasnât the truth; they both knew that, but she would eventually. âYou ainât have to press her like that, though.â He adds, putting his glass on the table. âShe got enough bullshit going on.âÂ
âI understand that, I do, butâ.â Josh sucks his teeth at his brother, his top lip curled in annoyance.Â
âMan, but nothing,â He snaps. âYou donât know everything that goes on behind closed doors. We've had our talk, and sheâs been talking to somebody. Weâre fine, sheâs fine. Thatâs all that matters.â Josh was hoping that his brother would allow him to leave it at that, but heâs been on one all day and expected very little of him at this point.Â
âAlright,â Jon replies, lifting his hands at his brother. âMy bad.â He finishes.
âYouâre damn right you're bad. Sheâs gonna be mad as hell the rest of the night. You better hope she talks to your ass come next week.â He points, removing his credit card from the back of his phone. Jon looks up past Josh, prompting him to turn to see what he was looking at. Trinity was on her way back towards the table, with no Alina in tow.Â
âWhereâs Lina?â Jon asked, looking behind her.
âSheâs not coming back in.â She answers, getting a scoff from her brother-in-law.
âShit, I couldâve told you that,â Josh mutters, shooting a glare in his brotherâs direction. The night was over the moment she started raising her voice, and nothing was going to convince her otherwise. âFind the waitress so we can get out of here.â He says to Trinity, who turned and waved down their waitress for the night.Â
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S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC (Alina McLemore)
WARNINGS: Language
WORD COUNT: 3.5K
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SummerSlam â August 21st, 2021Â
Alina stood in Gorilla, her eyes on the medium-sized flatscreen that lined a curtained wall. She watched intently as the Twins faced off against the Mysterios. Her arms were folded, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She didnât normally watch their matches from this position, but Josh had asked her to. âBring it to an end,â Paul commands softly into a headset from behind a row of monitors behind her.
âKick to the face! Tag! Jeyâs legal!â Josh rushes into the ring; he and his brother run to the corners opposite each other. They meet in the middle with a double superkick to the face of Rey, the beginning of the end of the match. Jey runs to the corner again, climbing to the top turnbuckle to deliver a splash to the seasoned veteran. He covers the man for the pin, securing the win for him and his brother. âThe Usos retain the titles!â Michael exclaims just as their music starts.
The father-son duo rolls out the ring to collect themselves while the Twins celebrated their win, their titles held high above their heads. âAlina,â Paul calls from over the monitors. She turns to her boss, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. He peers over the top of the monitors, his face bathed in soft white light from the screen. Though his eyes were concealed by the reflections of light on his thin, squared frames, she could tell he was looking at her. âAre you the one interviewing Jimmy and Jey in a few?â He asks.
âNo, Megan is.â She answers, teetering on her feet slightly as she watches him. Alina had a light load tonight, only having to cover the pre-show. âDo you need anything from me?â She asks, lifting a brow.
âNo, youâre good.â He replies passively as Dominik and Rey tiredly came through the curtain. He tosses his headset on the table, standing to his feet to applaud the men for the well-fought battle. Alina steps to the side, allowing them space to get through the opening and the group of people standing around in the small room. âGood match tonight, fellas.â He says, putting his hand on Dominikâs shoulder.
âThanks, Hunter.â The Mysterios mutter on their way through.Â
âThatâs what Iâm talking about, baby!â Josh exclaims from the other side of the curtain. Alina turns her attention to the cloaked entrance, catching the twins pushing through it, their titles on their shoulders. The room broke out in applause for the champions, commending them for a good match. Josh makes his way over to Alina, shimming past people who stand in his way.Â
âYou did great out there,â Alina whispers at him.Â
âLetâs go.â He replies, leaning down to kiss her. âThank you, baby.â He says, reaching down to take her hand. âIâm hungry as hell. You want to get dinner tonight?â He asks, pulling her through the room.
âWe ainât going out?â Jim asks, moving down the hall towards the backstage area. Alina glanced up at Josh, waiting for an answer to the question his brother stole right out of her mouth. His face would briefly contort from sweat getting in his left eye. He lifts his hand, wiping at the corner of his eye. He then sighs heavily, shrugging his shoulders in the process.Â
âNot even going to hold you, Uce, Iâm tryna be lowkey tonight. Yâall are welcome to join us, though.â He tells him.Â
âMight have to take you up on that offer,â Jon says, his hand on his stomach. Dinner and an early night? Donât mind if he does.
âBefore we do anything, yâall have an interview with Megan,â Alina informs them. âIâma go find a restaurant to fit us in tonight.â She says, breaking off from the boys. The twins continued down the hall towards the interview set, their heads low. Jon, still stuck on Josh not being interested in partying for the first time in three years, glances over at his brother.Â
âEverything good, brother?â He asks, prompting Josh to peer up at the path ahead.
âYeah, just got a long week ahead of us.â He says. âIâm buying the house this weekâIâve been secretly planning that for a minute now without Lina knowing, and one of her friends is having a baby shower on Saturday, and sheâs been stressed about that.â
âShe still friends with them folks?â Jon asks, slightly grimacing in confusion. He shakes his head. âI donât get it.â He says, getting a lip smack of disapproval from his twin.Â
âTheyâre not all bad people,â Josh says.
âMan, says who?â Jon asks, lifting his eyebrow at the man. âShe done been through hell with these folks and gonna keep going through it fucking with them, and then I gotta hear from you on me and Trinâs phones-.â Joshâs arms shoot out in front of Jon, stopping him from going any further. He turns to face him, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âWhereâs all this coming from?â Josh asks. Silence fills the hallway between the brothers as they stare at each other. Jon lifts his hands, shaking his head.
âLook, Iâm just saying.â
âI canât make her stop fucking with them folks, Jon. Linaâs gonna do what sheâs gonna do-.â
âKeep getting her feelings hurt?â He asks, confusion apparent on his face once more. âMan, if yâall like it, I love it.â He says, proceeding on down the hall, leaving Josh standing there. He watched after his brother, his eyes slightly wide in shock at Jon walking away from him and their conversation. Josh quickly marches after him.
âJon!â He calls, his hand outstretched for his brother. âAy,â He says, wrapping his hand around his brotherâs forearm and pulling him to face him. âI canât make her choose. I ainât got it in me to do that to her.â Josh has never been the type of man to dictate his relationships. He had given Alina an ultimatum in their relationship once, and that was after the fight in Pensacola. He didnât want to lose her then, and he doesnât want to lose her now. Driving a wedge between her and her friends, the few she has left, wasnât going to do anything but push her away from him, and thatâs not what they need. He points his finger at his brotherâs chest, briefly locking his gaze on it. âYou wouldnât do that to Trin.â
At the sound of his wifeâs name, heâd move his brotherâs finger from his chest, prompting his twin to look at him. âThis ainât about my wife, itâs about yours. If you wanna let her keep frolicking in a field of snakes, thatâs on you. Sheâs gonna keep getting bit.â He says, continuing down the narrow hallway. Josh watches after his brother, a soft sigh leaving his lips at his parting words.Â
As much as he didnât want to admit it, Jon was right. Alina was only hurting herself by delaying the inevitable, and Josh would have to pick up the pieces after the damage was done. Slowly, he follows after his brother, his eyes averting to the ground as he does. How does he even approach a conversation like that with her? The moment he would suggest that she stop talking to them, sheâd already be hollering, threatening to sleep in another room, and some more shit. He wasnât interested in any of thatâŚbut thatâs his girl, and if he plans to have a future with her, heâs got to be honest with herâthatâs the least he can do.
The twins made it to the interview site, ridding their faces of any evidence of a verbal scuffle. Megan stood near a cameraman, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited. The cameraman gently taps her arm, signalling toward the boys. She glances up at them, a wide, dazzling smile spreading across her face. âHey, guys!â She exclaimed, waving slightly at them.
âWhatâs up, Meg?â They say in unison, their voices low.
âThe Producers said that we donât need anything too over the topâjust a message for the locker room. Sounds good?â She asks, glancing between the pair. They nod in unison, glancing at each other before returning their attention to their interviewer. âCool,â She says, turning to face the cameraman. She nods once at him, signalling for him to start the silent countdown. âIâm here with the SmackDown Tag Team Champions, Jimmy and Jey: The Usos. Guys, Iâm sure youâve got a big celebration going on tonight, so Iâll try not to keep you long and make this quick. We just saw you go up against and win a hard-fought battle against The Mysterios. What kind of statement does this win make to the SmackDown locker room?â
âWhat kind of statement? Nah, they saw what happened out there; thatâs a big enough statement to me.â Jon says, glancing at his brother.
âWe went out there and did what we said weâd do. Thatâs never changed.â Josh chimes in.Â
âWonât change either.â
âThis is our show, Megan. Been our show! So, you might as well get comfortable with seeing the Bloodline.â
âYeah, because we ainât going nowhere.â Jon finishes, lifting his index finger to his chest. âMan, letâs go.â He says, elbowing Josh in the arm. The twins walk out of the frame, allowing Meghan to wrap up the brief interview.Â
Megan turns to the boys, a heavy sigh leaving her small frame. âThanks, you guys.â She says with a large smile.
âYeah, no problem,â Josh says, slowly inching his way back down the hall he and his brother came from. His eyes were fixated upon the floor, his brows slightly furrowed in deep thought. Jon and Megan watched after him, confusion on her face and embarrassment on his. Quickly, he follows after his twin, catching up to his slow pace in no time. Silently, he watches him.Â
âLook, man, Iâm sorry if I overstepped. I justâ.âÂ
âBut youâre right, though.â Josh interrupts, lifting his head a little. âItâs justâŚLinaâs complicated. Iâma try to bring it up after the baby shower.â Hopefully, sheâll take it well, he thought. Nine times out of ten, she wouldnât. Alina had known these people for a large chunk of her life. They had become her family away from her family, but recent events have started changing that for her. She shouldnât have to force herself to be around people whom she doesnât like, and vice versa, to spend time with whatâs left of her friendships.Â
The twins stop in front of the door to Joshâs locker room, their conversation concluding just before they made it. âItâll all work out, Uce,â Jon assures him, holding up his hand to initiate a handshake. Josh clasped his hand with his brotherâs, their hands moving through the quick motion of a dap up. Jon would snap his fingers at the release of his hand, pointing his index finger at him. âAy, let me know the move tonight.â He reminds him, moving down the hall toward his locker room.Â
âIâll text you,â Josh promises.
Suddenly, the door opens behind him, warm white light pouring out of the room and into the hallway. Josh turns over his shoulder, his eyes finding Alinaâs. âOur table will be ready at nine thirty.â She says, stepping aside to let him in. Joshâs eyes peered down at the ruched chocolate-brown dress Alina wore. The dress hugged her curves, bunched at the top of her hips, accentuating what didnât need accentuating. The front of the dress plunged just below her breasts. A gold necklace, a small Cuban that Josh had gifted her one Christmas, hung at her neck.Â
âYou look good.â He compliments her as he steps into the room. The air smelled heavily of roses and jasmine thanks to the perfume Alina sprayed on her body before opening the door. He drops his title onto the couch next to his clothes, which she set out for him, to face the woman behind him.Â
âThank you.â She replies, closing the door behind him. She turns to face the man, finding his eyes still on her. âWhat?â
âWhen did you buy this?â He asks, glancing up at her once more.
âLast week.â She replies, moving around him to her suitcase.
âHold onâŚâ He purrs, wrapping an arm around her waist. Alina shoots him a stern glare, prompting Josh to pull back from her, confused. âWhat?â
âWe donât have time for this.â She says, reaching down to pull his hands from her body. Upon removal, he began his grumbling, his hands immediately going back to her hips. âYou worried about the wrong thing.â She says, removing his hands again. âGo take a shower.â She says, proceeding to her suitcase. She leans down into it, grabbing the heels she planned to wear for the night.
âYou act like I was bout to tell you to take it off.â He argues, snatching up his towel that was draped over the back of a chair. He spares her one final glance before heading for the bathroom. âYou donât even have underwear on.â He mutters, slapping her ass on his way by. Alina shot straight up, instantly shoving Josh into the bathroom. âWatch out.â He laughs, stumbling into the bathroom.
Dinner instead of the club was definitely the right move for the Twins and their dates. The night was relaxed, filled with soft music, food, good conversation, and their laughter; a pleasant alternative to their normal.Â
âSo howâs the house hunting going?â Trinity asks, setting her fork on her plate. They had just finished dinner, opening them up to having more conversation without a mouthful of food. Alina glances up at Josh next to her before fixing her gaze upon Trin once more. They hadnât really discussed houses since Tasha had come over that one night. It wasnât on purpose; they donât think, they just havenât had much time to think about it.Â
That was a month ago, though.
âItâs going well.â She lies, nodding as she speaks. âWe narrowed it down to fiveâ.â She glances at Josh again. âFive houses?â He nods passively, his eyes going to his brother. Jon peers over at him at the same time, a silent conversation happening with just glares. âYeah, five houses. There hasnât been much else movement on that, though.â She finishes. âI told him he needed to hurry up and make a decision. Those houses wonât be on the market forever. He doesnât wanna listen to me though.â
âI listen to you.â He says, glancing over at her. âWould help if you helped me choose.â He mutters.
âYouâre not helping him?â Jon asked. âAinât this yâallâs house?â He asks, putting Alina in the hot seat about her choice not to help him. She parts her lips slightly, a nearly inaudible squeak coming from her mouth at the question.
âW-Well,â She starts, peering down at her plate. âI mean,â She pauses as she ponders her words. She could feel everyoneâs eyes on her, waiting for her explanation as to why she was avoiding being part of his homebuying process. âThis is technically his house. We arenât marriedâ.â
âYet,â Jon adds, making Alina glance up at him. Beneath the table, she began to tap her right foot out of nervousness. Her brows furrow slightly as she shakes her head at the man. Where was this all coming from all of a sudden?Â
âRight, I just donât want him to make any decisions like this one with me in mind beforeâ.â
âHe already did when he moved to Atlanta,â Jon says, confusion apparent in his voice. âItâs too late for all that.â He finishes. Alina grows silent once more, her eyes not moving from Jonâs. Heâd watch her back, his brows slightly raised. His words had caught her off guard, rendering her speechless. Her chest was filled with a mix of emotions: confusion, anxiety, angerâŚthings that made her uncomfortable.Â
âYou know what, Jon,â She starts, adjusting in her seat to face him. âI didnât even know he was doing it until he told me. Josh had already made up his mind. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, and he said yes.â She says, her voice slightly raised. âAnd so I adjusted. When he stopped going home, I adjusted. These are things that are happening on his time, not mine, by the way, and yet, I adjusted. I havenât had a relationship this serious since my ex-fiancĂŠ. I have never known a love this intense, ever, but I am adjusting; not at his pace, but at my own, and he knows that.â She says. âIâve never been one to throw caution to the wind, and you know that.â She says, pointing her finger at him. âSo, Iâm sorry that Iâm being protective over my heart. Itâs almost like the shitâs been broken before.â
Jon leans forward, his hand outstretched toward his brother. âBut what does that have to do with my brother, though?â He asks, his eyes wide and brows knitted closely in confusion.
âNothing! It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with me.â Alina says loudly. At Alina raising her voice, Josh sits up, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. Here she goes with all this damn hollering, he thought. He turns his attention towards her, his hand finding the top of her thigh. âWe,â she points aggressively between her and Josh, âhave already talked about this. I am working through my issues, through my traumas, but that shit doesnât happen overnight, and it damn sure doesnât happen in 6 months. So, you can get the fuck off of me.âÂ
âAlright, yâall, letâs talk about something else.â Trin chimes in. The atmosphere for dinner had shifted from light and romantic to tense and uncomfortable.Â
âNah, I want to go,â Alina says, scooting out of her seat. âBecause if I sit here any longer, you finna hate my ass.â She says with a giggle.Â
Joshâs grip on Alinaâs thigh tightens, keeping her sitting down. She glances down at his hand and then up at his face, finding his dark eyes staring back at her. âYou need to calm your ass down.â He whispers to her. A small scoff could be heard coming from Alina as she pushes his hand off her leg, continuing to scoot out of the booth. His eyes, still fixated on the spot where Alina sat last, would shift up to his brother, who was watching after Alina.
âI got her. Let me out.â Trin says, tapping his side. Slowly, he moves out of the booth, letting his wife chase after Alina. He drops back into the booth, lifting his hips to take his wallet out of his back pocket. If dinner wasnât over, it for sure was now. Josh slowly relaxes in his seat, his hands clasped in his lap.
âLook, Iâm sorry,â Jon says, cutting through the silence after several moments. âSheâs just...â
âYouâre good,â Josh says lowly, averting his gaze from his brother. âSheâll be alright.â He adds, reaching for his glass. He takes a slow sip of his drink. It wasnât the truth; they both knew that, but she would eventually. âYou ainât have to press her like that, though.â He adds, putting his glass on the table. âShe got enough bullshit going on.âÂ
âI understand that, I do, butâ.â Josh sucks his teeth at his brother, his top lip curled in annoyance.Â
âMan, but nothing,â He snaps. âYou donât know everything that goes on behind closed doors. We've had our talk, and sheâs been talking to somebody. Weâre fine, sheâs fine. Thatâs all that matters.â Josh was hoping that his brother would allow him to leave it at that, but heâs been on one all day and expected very little of him at this point.Â
âAlright,â Jon replies, lifting his hands at his brother. âMy bad.â He finishes.
âYouâre damn right you're bad. Sheâs gonna be mad as hell the rest of the night. You better hope she talks to your ass come next week.â He points, removing his credit card from the back of his phone. Jon looks up past Josh, prompting him to turn to see what he was looking at. Trinity was on her way back towards the table, with no Alina in tow.Â
âWhereâs Lina?â Jon asked, looking behind her.
âSheâs not coming back in.â She answers, getting a scoff from her brother-in-law.
âShit, I couldâve told you that,â Josh mutters, shooting a glare in his brotherâs direction. The night was over the moment she started raising her voice, and nothing was going to convince her otherwise. âFind the waitress so we can get out of here.â He says to Trinity, who turned and waved down their waitress for the night.Â
Would you sign a contract to fake date a troubled athlete?
jey uso x black oc
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chapter one
Sabrinaâs pov
The door closes with a solid thud, the kind that echoes in a parking garage and makes everything feel final.
I sit there for a second with my hands still on the steering wheel, engine off, keys dangling from the ignition. My reflection stares back at me in the windshieldâsame face, same body, same life⌠technically. But it doesnât feel that way anymore.
Letâs be real.
When will I ever be offered a million dollars again?
Not a sweepstakes.
Not a lottery.
Not some vague promise tied to âexposure.â
A real number. Typed into a real contract. Signed with my real name.
I lean back against the headrest and let out a slow breath, one I didnât realize Iâd been holding since I walked out of that building.
Iâm not broke.
Thatâs the thing people always assume first.
I pay my bills on time. I have a savings account that isnât embarrassing. I donât flinch when my car needs maintenance or when groceries cost more than they should. Iâve built a life that works. Quiet. Steady. Mine.
But I also know what it feels like to want more and still be realistic enough to admit how far away it can feel.
A house doesnât just fall into your lap.
Security doesnât magically happen because you work hard.
And comfort can disappear faster than people like to admit.
Thisâthis contractâdoesnât make me rich.
It gives me breathing room.
It gives me options.
It gives me a future that doesnât rely on hope alone.
My mama raised me to never need a man. She drilled that into me the same way she drilled in manners and self-respect. You take care of yourself first. You donât wait around to be chosen. You donât let loveâor moneyâmake you stupid.
But she also raised me to be smart.
And turning down a million dollars just to prove I donât need it would be stupid.
I glance down at my phone when the screen lights up again, the glow cutting through the dim garage.Â
His contact information is now saved in my phone.
Still open. Like my phone is waiting for me to do something about it.
Josh Fatu.
I donât remember the exact moment it was added. Probably during the meeting. Probably while I was focused on clauses and timelines and signatures. But there it is now, added in with people I actually talk to, people I actually know.Â
Iâm aware of how strange it is to have direct access to someone whose life has been loud and public long before it brushed up against mine.
He has my number tooâor he will once heâs done with whatever shoot heâs on today. Thatâs what Brooke said.Â
I lock my phone and set it face down on the passenger seat.
I donât know when Iâll use that number.
Or if I ever will.
And Iâm okay with that.
Last night, though? Last night I wasnât so calm.
I went home and did what anyone with sense would do before tying themselves to a headlineâI looked everything up.
Not just the articles.
Not just the headlines designed to get clicks.
Everything.
The timeline. The screenshots. The think pieces. The comments that spiraled faster than facts ever do. I read what people said about him, and I read what they said about the girl, and I noticed how quickly blame gets assigned when nuance is inconvenient.
From what I can tell, he didnât do what theyâre accusing him of. Thereâs literally no proof, only a picture she postedâlike some other fans did.
The only thing he did was put himself in the same room as her. Of course he didnât know this would happen but by now you would think he would know he isnât just any type of man, and people like her are always lurking around. He shouldâve been smarter.Â
Once people get a hold of something and can make a story of it and run with it, they will.Â
I donât know this man but from this incident and the others Iâve heard about it shows his carelessness.Â
Heâs gotten too comfortable, too used to things blowing over.Â
If this were a regular man, his life would already be in pieces.
That part sticks with me.
I donât think heâs dangerous. I donât think heâs evil. I donât think heâs some misunderstood saint either. I think heâs a man whoâs been insulated by money and fame long enough to forget how close the ground really is.
And I am not here to fix that.
Thatâs another thing I made peace with before I picked up that pen today.
This isnât love.
This isnât saving him.
This isnât me softening a grown man into maturity.
This is a contract.
This is time.
This is optics.
And if Iâm being honest with myself, that clarity is the only reason I could sign my name without my hand shaking.
The first payment will hit in a few days. Just knowing that makes something tight settle low in my chestânot excitement, not fear. Awareness.
This is real now.
I start the car, the engine humming to life beneath me, and ease out of the parking spot. As I pull toward the exit, I catch one last glimpse of the building in my rearview mirror.
Nothing looks different.
But everything is.
And as I merge back into traffic, I know exactly how Iâm moving forward.
Slowly, with my eyes open, and on my terms.Â
Joshâs pov
The house is too quiet when I get home.
I toss my keys on the counter and kick my shoes off by the door, the echo of it all bouncing back at me. The shoot ran longer than it was supposed to. They always do. By the time Iâm alone again, the noise is gone and all thatâs left is my own head.
I check my phone.
Missed messages stack up faster than I expected.
Caleb.
Brooke.
Jon.
I tap Brookeâs name first.
She signed. Contract and NDA.
Thatâs it.
No hype.
No reassurance.
Just confirmation.
I sit down on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, phone hanging loose in my hand. I knew she was going to sign. You donât bring a lawyer, ask the questions she asked, and walk away undecided if youâre not seriously considering it.
Still⌠knowing itâs done makes something settle heavy in my chest.
This is real now, the only real thing about this whole situation.
I donât like fake shit. Never have.
Iâve spent my whole career trying to be me and stay me. I made a promise to myself that I wasnât gonna let the money or fame go to my head or change me, or make me blinded to what people really wanted. And now here I am, agreeing to a fake ass relationship because some girl I donât know lied on me.Â
Thatâs the part that keeps pissing me off.Â
Brookeâs typing bubble pops up again.
I sent you her contact info. Add her when you get a chance. No pressure.
I save the number.
Sabrina James.
I stare at the name longer than I should.
Iâm not about to text her.
Why would I?
I wouldnât even know where to start. How do you text your fake girlfriend? Some random woman getting paid a milli to clean up my image for a year.
I lock my phone.
Then unlock it again.
Curiosity wins before pride can stop it.
I open Instagram and search her name. Her profile comes up immediatelyâpublic, simple, nothing flashy. No bio trying to sell shit. No blue check fantasies.
I scroll.
And immediately realize how wrong my assumptions were.
Her posts are normal. Like⌠actually normal.
Outfits styled in ways that make sense. Jeans, boots, sweaters, jackets. Things people really wear. Captions talking about affordability, comfort, confidence without sounding preachy. Sheâs not chasing trendsâsheâs explaining how to work with what you already have.
You donât need designer to look put together.
That sticks out to me for some reason.
I keep scrolling.
Pictures with friends. Family. Group shots at birthdays, cookouts, holidays. Smiles that look real. Not forced.
What I donât see is just as loud.
No ex-boyfriend soft launches.
No mystery man arm cropped out of photos.
No âmy personâ captions.
No breadcrumb trail of a past relationship.
Not that itâs my businessâbut I notice it anyway.
She doesnât look like someone waiting to be discovered.
She looks like someone who already has a life.
Like my people from back home.Â
I set the phone down and lean back, staring up at the ceiling. I never thought Iâd be here. Never thought Iâd need a contract to prove I wasnât the monster the internet decided I was.
And I definitely never thought the woman tied to it would be like her.
Not flashy.
Not thirsty.
Not chasing this world.
If this were an Instagram model or somebody trying to climb, Iâd know how to handle it. Iâve been around that energy long enough to recognize the rules. But this?
This feels unfamiliar.
I still havenât talked to my mom about any of this.
I know sheâs seen some shit but Iâve been dodging the conversation, pretending I just need time. I canât hide it forever. Eventually sheâs going to ask about it, and sheâs definitely gonna ask about this when she finds out about it.
And when she does, I donât know what Iâll say.
I hear my phone buzz again.
Jon.
Of course.
I answer before he can call.
Jon: You alive?
Me: Barely.
The reply comes quick.
Jon: What the hell you got going on since you not gonna say shit?
I sigh and type back.
Me: Just kno it ainât true, and my team handling it.
Thereâs a pause.
Then:
Jon: That aint a answer.
I rub the back of my neck.
Me: My name jus got thrown in some shit
That one takes a second longer for him to reply to.
Jon: It always does.
I smirk despite myself.
Me: They bout to have me in a fake relationship to try to clear this up.
Dots appear immediately.
Jon: Man what?
Jon: See if u knew how to act, you wouldnât have to do this bullshit.
I snort. Typical Jon. No sugar. No sympathy.
Me: I didnât do shit tho.
Jon: Doesnât matterÂ
Jon: Yo ass was there and you kno ppl be ready to pounce for attention.
Jon: You think regular dudes get second chances like this?
I donât answer right away.
Heâs not wrong.
Jon: She cool at least?
Me: I guess
Me: She seems⌠normal.
Jonâs response comes fast.
Jon: Thatâs prolly what yo ass needs
I stare at the words longer than I should.
I donât know how this is supposed to go. Donât know what she expects from me or how much space to give her. I donât know how to move through this without turning it into something itâs notâor accidentally disrespecting someone who clearly didnât come into this blind.
All I know is this isnât like anything Iâve dealt with before.
And that somehow makes it harder.
I swipe out of me and Jonâs thread and pull up her contact, then swipe out of it and set my phone face down on the table.
Iâll wait and see what happens.
For once in my life, waiting feels like the smarter move.
The smell of coffee hits me once Brooke opens the door.
âHey,â she says as I step inside.
âHey,â I say back. Like this is normal.
She leads me into her kitchen, the afternoon light spilling across the counters. Her home is really nice, but not overly luxurious. It looks lived-in.
Sheâs dressed casually today, but still put together. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail.
âYou want anything to drink?â she asks, opening the fridge. âI have water, juice, soda, wineâŚâ She trails off, looking at me over her shoulder.
âWater is fine,â I say, sitting down at the island in the middle of her kitchen.
She hands me a bottle as she takes a seat across from me.
âSo,â she starts, âtodayâs pretty low-key. Youâll meet your media trainer, and one of my friends whoâs a stylist will be stopping by.â
I nod slowly. âOkay.â
âYouâll get your measurements and stuff taken, talk about your style, and your trainer will briefly walk you through how to move, how to respond if youâre ever asked questions at an eventâstuff like that. Nothing intense.â
Nothing intense.
A week ago, I signed a contract worth a million dollars.
My version of intense has shifted.
Brooke studies my face for a second, like sheâs checking in without wanting to make it obvious.
âThereâs also something else we need to talk about,â she says.
âOkay,â I reply, taking a sip of my water.
âWeâre thinking the cleanest way to introduce you and Josh publicly is a soft launch.â
âA soft launch,â I repeat.
âCandidsâyou know, paparazzi pics,â she clarifies. âNothing official. No statements yet.â
I straighten a little. âSo⌠weâre just going somewhere paparazzi already hang out?â
Brooke shakes her head. âNo. Theyâll be tipped off. Anonymously.â
The words hang in the air.
I blink. Once. Twice.
ââŚWow,â I say before I can stop myself. âPeople actually do that?â
She laughs.
âSometimes,â she says. âNot all the time. But when you need them to, they donât have a problem popping up.â
Iâve heard people say it before. Online. Always half-joking, half-conspiracy.
Hearing it said out loud like itâs part of a normal plan hits different.
âTheyâd get pictures of you two out shopping or going to dinner,â Brooke continues. âSomething low-key. It reads natural. That way, when people start asking questions, we already control the narrative.â
Control.
She tells me the story of how Josh and I supposedly met. A mutual acquaintanceâmost likely her, if it ever gets out that weâre relatedâhad a small gathering. We met there, both of us wanting to keep the relationship private since itâs still new and Iâm not in the industry. Weâve been taking things slow, seeing each other quietly for about two months, you know⌠before the whole incident happened.
That way they can say, yeah, he wasnât even at the party longâhe left early to go see his girlfriend, and maybe even get a clip of him leaving.
We talk about how, for now, I can just keep posting and living my life like usual. And if things get too much, I can always turn my comments off.
Before I can ask any more questions, the doorbell rings.
âThatâll be them,â Brooke says.
The trainer arrives first, calm and friendly, followed shortly by the stylistâBrookeâs friendâwith a warm smile and professional energy. They settle in like this isnât their first time walking someone through the beginning of a very public life.
The trainer talks to me like a person, not a project.
Donât look directly at the paparazzi.
Donât react if they call your name.
Keep moving.
Then she pauses.
âBut if youâre ever at an event and someone asks you a question, you donât need to freeze. You donât want to come off rude or stiff.â
I nod, listening more closely now.
âBe yourself,â she says. âWarm. Short answers. Pivot back to Josh. Youâre there to support himâthatâs enough.â
It doesn't seem too hard.
The stylist takes my measurements next, talking about looks the same way I talk about work outfitsâpractical, thoughtful, unfussy. She mentions dinners, appearances, maybe events down the line.
âJosh is covering all of this,â she adds casually.
Goodâbecause I was definitely going to ask that.
When they leave, the house settles again.
Just me and Brooke.
âLetâs go sit on the patio,â she says.
I grab my drinkâthis time wine, because why the fuck notâand follow her outside.
We sit and talk for a few minutes before I can feel the conversation shifting.
âI know this is a lot,â she says, leaning back in her chair. âI can only imagine whatâs going through your head. But we really do appreciate you doing this.â
I nod. âYeah, itâs something. But as long as weâre both comfortable, I feel like this can happen without any problems.â
âYeah it can, people do this all the time. But I definitely want to make sure youâre comfortable.â She turns more toward me. âI know weâre not close, but I wouldnât bring you into this blind or without having your back. Close or not, youâre blood. And as a woman coming into this, Iâm not going to steer you wrong.â
I meet her eyes.
âI hear you.â
I do.
But trust is something that shows up over time. Not something I sign forâand not something I give just because weâre blood.
Brookeâs been a part of this industry for a while now. She knows Josh better than she knows me. Heâs part of the reason sheâs living like this.
Sheâll have to prove herself before I trust her just because she says so.
Sabrina's pov
By the time Friday rolls around, Iâve already changed my outfit twice.
Not because Iâm trying to impress himâat least thatâs what I tell myselfâbut because this feels different. This isnât a meeting or a contract signing or someone explaining what my role is supposed to be. This is the first time Josh and I will actually be alone together. No buffer. No third party. Just us.
I stand in my bedroom staring at myself in the mirror, tugging absently at the hem of my shirt. Shorts, fitted tee, Converse. Simple. Comfortable. I donât want to look like Iâm trying to be anyone else. I already agreed to enough pretending.
My braids are out and my bob is back. I kind of miss being able to pull it up into a ponytail. I donât know why but I feel like it would ground me in this moment.Â
My phone buzzes.
Josh: Iâm outside
My stomach flips before I can stop it.
I grab my bag, lock the door behind me, and head for the elevator. The ride down feels longer than it should, my reflection staring back at me in the mirrored walls. I take a breath as the doors open.
Heâs already out of the car when I step outside.
A black Range Rover sits at the curb, engine running. Josh leans casually against the driverâs side door, dressed down in sweats, a white tee, Jordans on his feet. Tattoos visible on his arms and creeping up his neck. He looksâŚ
You know what, Iâm not even going to go there.
Thatâs not what this is about.
âHey,â he says, straightening when he sees me.
âHey.â
Thereâs a brief pause. Not awkward exactlyâjust aware.
He opens the passenger door for me. âYou good?â
âYeah,â I say, sliding into the seat. âJust⌠first-day jitters, I guess.â
He smiles slightly as he closes the door and gets behind the wheel. Once we pull away from the curb, the silence stretches for a few seconds too long.
Josh exhales. âOkay. This is awkward.â
I laugh before I can stop myself. âWas hoping you didnât notice.â
âYeah,â he says, shaking his head. âHard not to.â
That breaks something open.
âI was trying not to overthink it,â I admit.
âOverthinking is kinda unavoidable,â he says. âBut weâll figure it out.â
The ride eases after that. He asks if Iâm cool with hitting the mall firstâhe has a few more stops to make before we grab food later. I tell him thatâs fine.
It really doesnât matter to me. Iâm just here to make him look good.
At the mall, we donât make it ten steps before a group of teenage boys recognizes him.
âYoâJosh!â one of them calls out, eyes wide.
Josh turns easily, smiling. âWhatâs up?â
They rush over, phones already out.
âCan we get a picture?â
âBro, I was just watchinâ your last game.â
âIs that your girl?â
Josh glances at me briefly, then back at them. âYeah,â he says with an easy smile.
Something about how casually he says it settles my nerves more than I expect.
He takes pictures, signs a couple autographs, jokes with them like heâs got time. When they thank him, he tells them to stay in school and keep working hard.
Inside the store, I browse while Josh has one of the workersâand some guy who came out of nowhereâfollowing him around, basically grabbing whatever Josh points out.
I donât really need anything, but I stop when I see a cute pair of sneakers.
âYou want them?â I hear behind me.
I glance over my shoulder and see Josh standing there, watching me.
âNo,â I say, shaking my head. âIâm just looking.â
He nods, then looks back at the sneakers. âWhatever you want, just let him know.â He tilts his head toward the guy whoâs been following him around. âI got you.â
I nod and turn back to the wall. Again, I donât need anything.
I step outside the store while Josh goes to pay, noticing a few more fans coming up to him.
When heâs done, he meets me at the frontâempty-handed.
I frown. âWhereâs your bags?â
He smirks, sliding his hands into his pockets. âI got a personal shopper. He took the stuff out to the car.â
âOh,â I say, nodding. Must be nice.
We check out a few other stores, talking about nothing important. Music. Dallas heat. How weird malls feel now compared to when we were kids.
When we leave, I notice a crowd gathered near the frontâcameras raised.
I tense instinctively.
Josh leans slightly toward me, sliding his arm lightly behind my back. âRelax,â he murmurs. âJust focus on me.â
I do.
âSay whatever you want,â he adds quietly. âYou can cuss me out for all I care.â
I laugh, and he smiles down at me like that was exactly what he was aiming for.
The flashes follow us all the way to his car. When we pull out of the parking lot, I notice an SUV on our tail.
âThatâs my bodyguard,â Josh says.
At least we wonât be alone in this.
By the time we make it to the restaurant, things have slowed down a lot. Joshâs bodyguard definitely came in handy, because the paparazzi followed us to every stop once we left the mall.
His bodyguard sits not too far from us while we eat and talk.
âSo what do you actually do?â Josh asks. âBrooke told me you work in tech.â
âIâm a quality assurance analyst.â
He gives me a blank look, so I smile and explain.
âBasically, I test software and apps for bugs, write reports, work with developersâboring stuff.â
âYou must be really smart,â he says.
I shrug. âI mean, I guess when it comes to this stuff.â
âYou always been into that?â
I shake my head. âI took a coding class in high school, but it was a bit much for me. My teacher used to talk about all the tech jobs you could get without knowing how to code and how well they paid. When I got to college, I started trying to figure out what I actually wanted to do. I knew I wanted a good-paying job, but I also wanted to stay in the background, so my research just kind of led me here.â
Josh watches me for a second before asking, âYou like it?â
âYeah. I donât hate it. I work three days in the office, two at home. I make good money, so I canât complain.â
âBut is it what you really want to be doing?â he asks. âI saw your fashion posts.â
That catches me off guard.
âYou were on my Instagram?â
He leans back and takes a sip of his drink before answering. âI mean, yeah. I had to see who Iâd be hanging around for a year. Donât act like you didnât look me up.â
I raise a brow. âI didnât have to look you up. You seem to pop up every time I unlock my phone.â
He licks his lips and nods.
Guess he doesnât have much to say to that.
We switch topicsâwhat made him choose football over other sports. How his mom made him and his twin brother pick something to keep them busy. I didnât even know he had a twin.Â
âCan I ask you something?â he says while we wait for the check.
âYeah?â I say, thrown off by his tone.
âWhat made you sign the contract?â he asks. âYou seem happy with your life.â
I think for a second before answering. âI am happy with my life. But I also know this could help me get to where I want to be.â
âAnd whereâs that?â
âBeing debt-free. Owning my own home one day. Having a safety net. Being able to help my mom.â
He watches me again, like he wasnât expecting that. He opens his mouth to say something but the waiter comes back with the check.Â
The ride back to my apartment is comfortableânot forced. His bodyguard follows us just in case the paparazzi decide to pop back up.
When he pulls up outside my building, he gets out first and walks around to my side. Thatâs when I notice the bag in his hand.
âHere,â he says, handing it to me.
âDonât tell me you got me those sneakers.â
He shrugs. âOpen it.â
I do, shaking my head at the pink, white, and green Air Max I was looking at in the store.
âYou didnât have to get me anything,â I say, smiling despite myself.
âI know,â he replies. âBut I wanted to.â
âThanks,â I say, looking back at the sneakers.
âNo problem.â
He walks me inside, stopping near the elevators. Before I get on, I turn back to him.
âHow did you even know my size?â I ask.
âTexted Brooke,â he says with a shrug. âFigured she might know.â
I shake my head, smiling. âThanks again. You really didnât have to do this.â
âI know,â he says. âBut youâre being forced to hang around me, so why not?â
âIâm already being paid for that,â I say dryly.
âYeah,â he smirks, âbut how I look out shopping with my million-dollar girlfriend and she donât have nothinâ to show for it?â
I roll my eyes.
He bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling and takes a step back. âAight. You better go insideâbecause in a lil bit, your pictures bout to be all over when you unlock your phone.â
SUMMARY: Nessa wasnât looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC
TROPE: Love At First Sight
WARNINGS: Language, Angst
WORD COUNT: 3.9K
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
One Week Later
Itâs quite fascinating how quickly life can change at the drop of a dime. Everything can be nothing, but rainbows and sunshine, and then a random storm that no one saw coming could come through and ruin everything in the blink of an eye. One moment, life was seemingly peaceful for Vanessaâit was routine, perfectly ordinary. Only for it to be stripped away by two pink lines on a pregnancy test in the next.Â
Sheâs had the wind knocked out of her body a total of two times in her life, a broken arm and sprained ankle once, but somehow this hurt more than those. Perhaps sheâs just being dramatic, but Vanessa couldnât help but feel like her world was ending. Life, as sheâs always known it, was changing, forcing her to get with the times and adapt to whatâs to come. Hm, gotta love those random storms.Â
Nessa could never see herself being a mother, being directly responsible for another life, terrified her. Itâs not that she didnât think she was capable of being a good oneâsheâs sure she can be that, but the idea of failing that child outweighed the positive. Sheâs failed enough people in her life, her Mom and Dad being at the top of that list. To add a child to that? She wouldnât be able to live with herself.Â
âMiss Browning?â The doctor calls. Her name sounded distant, behind a wall almost. Her eyes were fixated on the door to the room she was in, unblinking. âMiss Browning?â She calls again, only to be met with the same silence as before. Vanessa gently chewed on the nail on her thumb, slipping deeper and deeper into a dissociation. Itâs been a common occurrence since she found out last week.
âNessa,â Isabel calls, her hand gently nudging at her friendâs shoulder. Nessa cut her eyes in Isabelâs direction, an unreadable expression on her face. Thereâs a look of concern on Isabelâs face as she watches her poor friend come back to Earth. âDr. Cloud.â She says softly, pointing in the direction of the OBGYN, who silently watches her.Â
Slowly, she averts her gaze to the doctor, her lips briefly pressing into a thin line. Vanessaâs shoulders lift as she draws in a long breath, a deep exhale following. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine.â The doctor says, offering her a sympathetic smile. âThis is a common reaction to becoming a new mother, especially when itâs unexpected. Iâve had a fair share of patients who reacted the same way throughout the years. It doesnât last long.â She says, placing her hand on Nessaâs shoulder. Sheâd give it a gentle squeeze, the fine lines around her eyes becoming more defined as her smile grew. âReady to see your baby, Mama?â She asks, tilting her head to the side.Â
The six words from the middle-aged doctor cause Nessaâs mouth to go dry briefly before quickly filling with saliva. Oh noâŚ, she thought, her hand moving to her mouth. Nausea washed over her, sending her off the doctorâs table. âIâm sorryâMmf!â She chokes out as she doubles over the trash bin in the corner. Isabel and Dr. Cloud both watched after her in silence.
Isabel grimaces at the sight of her sickly friend before turning her attention toward the doctor. âNerves.â She explains, laughing nervously at the situation.Â
âShould I put in an order for anti-nausea medication?â
âOh, that would be lovely,â Isabel answers, her grimace becoming a large smile.Â
Of all the symptoms Nessa could get while pregnant, she was plagued with nausea. It left her hot, miserable, and exhausted. Her sides ached from her abdominal muscles flexing from all the heaving she did, leaving her hugging a heating pad by the end of the day. Vanessa straightens up from the trash bin, a shaky moan leaving her lips. âAll better?â Dr. Cloud asks from behind her.
âNo, Iâm pregnant.â She huffs, wiping at her mouth. The poor girlâs been hugging the toilet in her apartment at odd hours of the day and night since last week. It was starting to prevent her from working, eating, and getting a proper amount of rest.Â
âWeâll get a prescription of anti-nausea medication put in for you to alleviate some of that sickness, okay?â Dr. Cloud promises her. Vanessa glances over her shoulder at the doctor just as she turns away from the pregnant woman and her deeply concerned friend. She pulls the ultrasound machine on wheels to the tableside, powering it on in the process. âItâs quite rare for morning sickness to go on the entirety of the pregnancy. I think youâll be fine in about a week or so.â She assures her, grabbing a white tube of ultrasound gel from the basket beneath the machine. âI think nausea is one of the easier symptoms of pregnancy to deal with.â She shares, reaching behind the table to interact with the remote attached to it to recline it. âSome mothers lose their hair, or even teethâ.â
âPlease donât finish that sentence,â Vanessa says, peering up at the doctor from behind her lashes. The last thing she needed to hear was that she could wake up spitting out teeth, all because she got pregnant.Â
âVery well.â The doctor says, holding up the tube of gel. She flashes Vanessa a grin, her brows lifting slightly. âReady?â She asks. This was her favorite part of working with new mothers; they always came into the office incredibly nervous, but left with a renewed confidence in themselves. Nessa looks over at Isabel for reassurance, which her friend acknowledges with a grab of her hand and a gentle smile.Â
Isabel felt for Nessa. She didnât quite understand how she felt in this moment because she had her entire family, as well as Alexâs, behind her for her pregnancy. Nessa had no one. No mother, no father, not even the guy that did this to her. Joe. That was a situation that worried her deeply. Where the hell was Joe, and why hadnât Nessa spoken to him? Every time Isabel tried to bring it up over the last week, she was avoidant of the topic, muttering dismissive words at her each time the subject was brought up.Â
Nessa looks to the doctor, a heavy sigh leaving her frame. Slowly, she pulls up her shirt, exposing her soft abdomen. âLetâs get this over with.â She says, her voice gently shaking. The Doctor nods, hovering the tube of gel over her stomach.
âItâs a little coolâŚâ She warns as she squeezes, not giving the pregnant woman enough time to brace herself for whatâs to come. Vanessaâs stomach retracts at the iciness of the gel, goosebumps quickly rising across her skin. Doctor Cloud trades out the gel for the ultrasound wand, pressing it down onto the gel on Nessaâs stomach. The screen next to her displays the imaging of her uterus, but nothing has been seen just yet. âHmmâŚâ
âWhat?â Vanessa says quickly, her eyes not leaving the screen. âWhat do you see?â
âNothing, yet.â The doctor responds, moving the wand slowly to the left of her stomach. âTheyâ.â
âThey?â She interrupts.
âWell, yes, we donât know the sex of the fetus just yet.â She then points at the screen, her finger circling a spot. âYou see this?â She asks. âThis is the embryonic sac. Thereâs only one in thereâ.â
âSo no twins?â Nessa asks, interrupting once more. Doctor Cloud drops her head briefly, laughing softly at the woman on the doctorâs table. âWhatâs funny?â She asks, louder than before. Isabel squeezes her friendâs hand, reminding her to be calm.Â
âNo, there are no twins, Miss Browning.â She finally answers, moving the wand to beneath her belly button. The screen now changes, showing a baby: Nessaâs baby. âAh,â She gasps, a bright smile spreading across her face. âThereâs your baby, mama.â Vanessaâs eyes widened in size as she took in the sight of the tiny human on the screen. Chills took over her body once again, causing her to adjust on the table. She didnât know what to make of the image just yet.
Isabel leans forward into Nessaâs side, her eyes full of light at the screen. âOh, Nessa!â She exclaims quietly from her side. âYou see it?â
âYeah,â She whispers, her eyes never leaving the screen. That was in her. Growing. A child. She was growing a child. Suddenly, a pulsating sound fills the room, causing Vanessa to blink from her trance. âIs that theâŚâ She drifts off, looking down at the doctor for confirmation. She nods, moving the wand across her stomach to the right.
âSheâs got a strong heart.â She informs the room after a few moments of silence and studying the screen.
âShe?â Vanessa asks, peering back up at the screen. Doctor Cloud leaned towards the screen once more, her finger elongated as she spoke.
âLooks to be.â She says, dropping her hand to her lap, and turning her attention back to Vanessa. âCongratulations,â She says. âItâs a girl.âÂ
âOh, Susie is gonna love this!â Isabel exclaims. Her and Alexâs daughter, Susannah, was turning two years old soon. Her TĂa Nessie giving her a new friend would be the best birthday gift. Upon the announcement, Isabel mentally began planning outings for the pair of mothers and their kids. âTheyâre going to have so many playdates! Matching outfitsâ.â
âIzzy,â Nessa calls, her voice soft, distant almost.Â
âQuĂŠ?â She answers, shrinking back into her seat when she hears nothing from her entranced friend. âSorry.â She whispers, glancing up at the screen once more. Silently, she does a little dance in her seatâoverjoyed for her long-time friend.
A printing sound is heard coming from the ultrasound machine, joining the quick heartbeat of the baby on the screen. The doctor glances down at the freshly printed string of images in her hand before passing them off to Vanessa. âShould I print off a copy for the father?â She asks, reminding Nessa of the abnormally large elephant thatâs been following her around since finding out she was pregnant.Â
Sheâs had a very long and thought-out text message sitting in the drafts of their messages apologizing for randomly popping up unannounced after a few months of silence, apologizing for, and explaining why she randomly left in the middle of the night. She assured him that it was nothing that he did that made her run, but herself, and that she was working on it. When it came time to tell him she was pregnant, she found herself unable to finish typing out the message, which is why itâs still a draft and nothing more. Something about dropping that kind of news in a text message just felt soâŚ
The fronts of her brows twitch at the question, her lips slightly twisting to the left. Isabel watched the side of her head, her breathing paused as she waited for an answerâthe right answer. Surely, seeing that baby on that screen would change Nessaâs mind about keeping Joe in the dark. Slowly, she shook her head. Isabel releases the breath she was holding, her shoulders dropping at her friendâs non-verbal response. âNo,â She answers. âHeâs not around.â
âIâll take a copy!â Isabel exclaims, her hand extended for her copy of the ultrasound. She was passed a copy of the images, her eyes studying the baby girl. âOh, she has your head.â She says, holding the picture up for Nessa to see.Â
The drive back to Isabelâs house was quiet, filled with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. She would glance over at Nessa in the passenger seat every few moments, only to find the woman still gazing at the pictures in her lap. âPenny for your thoughts?â She asks, her eyes returning to the road. A heavy sigh could be heard from the passenger seat at the question, but an answer never came.
Vanessaâs eyes remained fixated on the pictures for a moment longer before switching to the busy road ahead of them as she tried to figure out how to answer the question. âI really fucked up, didnât I?â She asks, prompting Izzy to glance briefly at her. It was a question that had been on repeat for days.Â
âNo,â She starts, shaking her head. âNo, of course not.â Isabelâs answer has been the same each time the question was asked. Part of Nessa wanted her best friend to be honest with her and tell her that she fucked up, but she knew it wasnât comingâmostly because what Nessa thought was a lie to make her feel better was truly the truth.Â
âYou can be honest,â She whispers. âSânot going to hurt my feelings if you are. I know I did.â Silence filled the car again as Isabel pondered her response. Her pink lips would open and close, her brows furrowing as she silently huffed at her words.
âDid you forget how Susie got here? It happens, it happened. Now all you can do is focus on making sure that baby girl knows sheâs loved and safe.â Isabel explains, glancing over her. âAnd you know Alex and I will be here every step of the wayâyou are not alone.â She assures her.Â
âI know thatâ.â
âThen what is it, huh?â She asks, turning onto the road leading to her home. Nessa grows silent again, the silence becoming a louder response than words could ever be. âThen why donât you tell him? Save yourself all of this guilt.â
âIzzyâŚâ
âTu espĂritu estĂĄ roto! I know it because I know you, Nessa!â She exclaims, her hands tapping the top of her steering wheel. Isabel has never been one to question Vanessaâs thought process on things. She trusted that she knew what she was doing and understood the consequences of her actions, but this here was where she drew the line. There was much more at stake now. âYou want me to be honest? Iâm being honest.â She says, pulling into the driveway of her two-story home. The sound of the car shifting into park and the motor shutting off with the twist of a key makes the silence within the car louder than ever before. âYouâre treating this guy like heâs an axe murderer when the reality is that you snuck out of his bed before the sun came up.â
âThe reality was that he was only in town for the night. Meaning he was going to be gone in the morning anyway. So I beat him to it.â She shrugs.Â
Isabelâs brows furrow tight together, almost connecting in the center of her forehead, her wrinkles much more defined now than ever. She pulls her mouth back in shock, her top lip twitching at the formation. She was baffled by what she just heard. Slowly, Isabel turns to face Vanessa in the passenger seat. âWhat kind of fucking logic is that!?â She exclaims, making Vanessa glance at her from the corner of her eye. She points at the woman, her left eye twitching. âOohâŚOOOH!â She shouts, grabbing her purse from the floor next to Vanessaâs legs. Under her breath, sheâs muttering profanities in her native tongue, too quick for Vanessa to understand.Â
Quickly, she exits the car, slamming the door behind her. Nessa flinches at the sound, sitting there in the silence of the vehicle for a moment. She watched as Isabel marched through the grass and up the steps to her front door before vanishing inside. Alex briefly glances up at his wife from the TV as she storms through the house. âHey, honey.â He greets, offering her a small wave as she passes by. He then notices the speed at which she moved, the wind that chased after her, gently tussling papers he had sprawled across their coffee table. âUh oh, whatâs wrong?â He asks, his eyes darting to the front door as Vanessa enters the house. Nessa peers over at her best friend before settling on Alex. âHow was the doctor?â
âFine,â Isabel says, answering for her friend. âThe baby is healthy.â She says with crossed arms. Alex looks between the two.
âThen why do you look like you need a cigarette?â
âBecause I do, Alex!â She exclaims, marching to the kitchen.Â
âThen letâs do that quietly, yeah? I just got Susie to go to bed.â He says in a slightly elevated tone. He then looks at Nessa again. âWho pissed her off?â He asks.
âWho else?â She answers, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
âNot me.â He responds. âSo it had to be you.â He points. Nessa squints at him, her lips pressed into a thin line while she nods.
âAlex, where are my cigarettes!â She exclaims from the kitchen. The sound of rummaging could be heard from the living room as she sifts through their junk drawer. It was where she hid them. It was a nasty habit, but a guilty pleasure of hers. Alexâs mouth would form a small âoâ at the question, fully realizing what his wife was asking for.Â
âWe threw them out, remember? You said you wanted to quit last month.â The drawer slams shut from the kitchen as she stomps toward the living room once more. âBabe, the child.â He reminds her, pointing to the second floor. Vanessa stops in front of the TV, glancing angrily between the two people before her. She tapped her right foot, her right hand resting on her hip. The sound of a bell rings on TV, followed by music, causing Alexâs ears to perk up at the sound. He leans to the left, and then to the right, his eyes trying to find the television. He knew not to ask his wife to move; sheâd turn around and unplug the television at the request.
âDo you have too much pride?â She asks. âIs that why you wonât do it?â Isabel moves from in front of the television, prompting Alex to emit a soft hum of excitement. âYouâd rather raise a baby alone than reach out to her father, who is ONE phone call away, might I add. You can literally call the man. His number is in your phone, Nessa! What sense does this make?â She asks.Â
âIâm the last person heâd want to hear from,â Vanessa answers, getting a loud scoff from her friend. âItâs true. We hooked up. I snuck out of the house before he woke up, and deaded our point of contact. He leaves the city, goes God knows where, and continues to live his life as he did before he met me.â For all she knows, he could be in a relationship currently, or everything he told her that night was a lie, and he was actually married. That wasnât a can of worms she was interested in opening, honestly.
âSo, it is a pride thing?â
âNo.â She answers.
âThen what is it?â Isabel asks.
âUnfortunate circumstance.â Isabelâs shoulders drop at her words, her anger quickly subsiding. Her pity was back in full force again. âIt happens, right?â Vanessa says, repeating what her friend told her in the car with a sad grin.
âI tried to help you. I tried to, I tried to give you an opportunity!â A familiar voice says from the television. Vanessa peers up at the television, her mouth dropping open slightly. Her sudden suspicion was quickly confirmed as she watched.
âOh my God.â She says.
âWhatâ?â Isabel asks, turning to face the television. Her eyes widen at the screen, instantly recognizing the man in front of her. âNessa, isnât thatâ?â
âJoe.â He stood in the center of the ring in a fitted grey sweatsuit, a microphone in hand and a fierce scowl on his face. The man across from him had just finished a match, his breathing heavy, his stance cautious. Joe calmly threatens the man, sealing his words with a chuck of his mic at the chest of the smaller man. Alex glances over at the two women silently fixated on the television, before clearing his throat. He knew exactly who they were staring at. The man on screen was huge with women.Â
âSo thatâs Roman Reigns,â He starts. âHeâs the bad guy on this show.â
âRoman who?â Isabel asks, her eyes not leaving the screen.
âThe big Samoan guy with the man bunâthatâs Roman Reigns and the guy next to him is...â He explains further. She points at the screen, turning to her husband. His eyes meet her, his brows slightly furrowing. âWhat?â He asks.
âThatâs Joe.â She corrects.
âJoe who?â He asks. Isabel points to Vanessa, prompting Alex to look at her. She was still watching the television, watching him. Realization suddenly hits Alex, causing him to shout at the connection. âThatâs Joe? The guy from the bar? HerâŚ?â Isabel silently nods. âHoly shit.âÂ
Vanessa expected never to see Joe again, but here he was filling the space around her with his full-toned voice once more. He had left this out about himself, or maybe he didnât, and she drunkenly picked and chose what she wanted to know about him that night. He was well-known, belovedâor, judging by the loud boos, hated by everyone. A man, purposely shrouded in mystery, was no longer one phone call away, but now also a Google search. Everything he had left out about him was at her fingertips.Â
âNess,â Isabel calls, prompting her friend to look up at her. âIf this isnât a sign from God, I donât know what is.â She says, gesturing at the TV. âIf you donât want to call him, we can just go to him. Itâs probably better if you did that anyway.â She suggests, hoping that her friend will have a change of heart now that sheâs seeing the man she swore was gone forever and would never want to see her againâthat part could still be true though. None of this changed the fact that she did what she did, and was she interested in subjecting herself to being berated in person? Absolutely not. Now, that was her pride talking.Â
âI donât have the finances for that right now.â She says, looking at the television once more. Joe was now attacking the man who once stood across the ring from him with two other men. She would assume these were his cousins he spoke of.
âTheyâre in Tulsa next week.â Alex cuts in. He had his laptop open, his small square-shaped glasses sitting on the tip of his nose. âArrangements can be made.â He says, pounding away at his keyboard. Alex and Isabel had the resources to do whatever pleased, thanks to Alexâs architectural job. This was definitely nothing to them, but too much to Nessa.
Vanessa sits up, shaking her head at what she is hearing. âYâall, that isnât necessary.â
âLook at it this way, Ness,â Alex says, peering over at her from the top of his frames. âYou get to tell the man heâs going to be a dad, and I get to acknowledge my Tribal ChiefâWe all win.â He says, lifting his index finger to the sky. A grin spreads across his face as he poses, but the woman across from him watches in confusion, unsure of what it was he was talking about. âItâs Romanâsâer, Joeâs thing. Heâs the Tribal ChiefâŚâ He drifts off, slowly sucking in a breath. âNever mind.â He mutters, returning his attention to his laptop.Â
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SUMMARY: Nessa wasnât looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC
TROPE: Love At First Sight
WARNINGS: Language, Angst
WORD COUNT: 3.9K
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
One Week Later
Itâs quite fascinating how quickly life can change at the drop of a dime. Everything can be nothing, but rainbows and sunshine, and then a random storm that no one saw coming could come through and ruin everything in the blink of an eye. One moment, life was seemingly peaceful for Vanessaâit was routine, perfectly ordinary. Only for it to be stripped away by two pink lines on a pregnancy test in the next.Â
Sheâs had the wind knocked out of her body a total of two times in her life, a broken arm and sprained ankle once, but somehow this hurt more than those. Perhaps sheâs just being dramatic, but Vanessa couldnât help but feel like her world was ending. Life, as sheâs always known it, was changing, forcing her to get with the times and adapt to whatâs to come. Hm, gotta love those random storms.Â
Nessa could never see herself being a mother, being directly responsible for another life, terrified her. Itâs not that she didnât think she was capable of being a good oneâsheâs sure she can be that, but the idea of failing that child outweighed the positive. Sheâs failed enough people in her life, her Mom and Dad being at the top of that list. To add a child to that? She wouldnât be able to live with herself.Â
âMiss Browning?â The doctor calls. Her name sounded distant, behind a wall almost. Her eyes were fixated on the door to the room she was in, unblinking. âMiss Browning?â She calls again, only to be met with the same silence as before. Vanessa gently chewed on the nail on her thumb, slipping deeper and deeper into a dissociation. Itâs been a common occurrence since she found out last week.
âNessa,â Isabel calls, her hand gently nudging at her friendâs shoulder. Nessa cut her eyes in Isabelâs direction, an unreadable expression on her face. Thereâs a look of concern on Isabelâs face as she watches her poor friend come back to Earth. âDr. Cloud.â She says softly, pointing in the direction of the OBGYN, who silently watches her.Â
Slowly, she averts her gaze to the doctor, her lips briefly pressing into a thin line. Vanessaâs shoulders lift as she draws in a long breath, a deep exhale following. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine.â The doctor says, offering her a sympathetic smile. âThis is a common reaction to becoming a new mother, especially when itâs unexpected. Iâve had a fair share of patients who reacted the same way throughout the years. It doesnât last long.â She says, placing her hand on Nessaâs shoulder. Sheâd give it a gentle squeeze, the fine lines around her eyes becoming more defined as her smile grew. âReady to see your baby, Mama?â She asks, tilting her head to the side.Â
The six words from the middle-aged doctor cause Nessaâs mouth to go dry briefly before quickly filling with saliva. Oh noâŚ, she thought, her hand moving to her mouth. Nausea washed over her, sending her off the doctorâs table. âIâm sorryâMmf!â She chokes out as she doubles over the trash bin in the corner. Isabel and Dr. Cloud both watched after her in silence.
Isabel grimaces at the sight of her sickly friend before turning her attention toward the doctor. âNerves.â She explains, laughing nervously at the situation.Â
âShould I put in an order for anti-nausea medication?â
âOh, that would be lovely,â Isabel answers, her grimace becoming a large smile.Â
Of all the symptoms Nessa could get while pregnant, she was plagued with nausea. It left her hot, miserable, and exhausted. Her sides ached from her abdominal muscles flexing from all the heaving she did, leaving her hugging a heating pad by the end of the day. Vanessa straightens up from the trash bin, a shaky moan leaving her lips. âAll better?â Dr. Cloud asks from behind her.
âNo, Iâm pregnant.â She huffs, wiping at her mouth. The poor girlâs been hugging the toilet in her apartment at odd hours of the day and night since last week. It was starting to prevent her from working, eating, and getting a proper amount of rest.Â
âWeâll get a prescription of anti-nausea medication put in for you to alleviate some of that sickness, okay?â Dr. Cloud promises her. Vanessa glances over her shoulder at the doctor just as she turns away from the pregnant woman and her deeply concerned friend. She pulls the ultrasound machine on wheels to the tableside, powering it on in the process. âItâs quite rare for morning sickness to go on the entirety of the pregnancy. I think youâll be fine in about a week or so.â She assures her, grabbing a white tube of ultrasound gel from the basket beneath the machine. âI think nausea is one of the easier symptoms of pregnancy to deal with.â She shares, reaching behind the table to interact with the remote attached to it to recline it. âSome mothers lose their hair, or even teethâ.â
âPlease donât finish that sentence,â Vanessa says, peering up at the doctor from behind her lashes. The last thing she needed to hear was that she could wake up spitting out teeth, all because she got pregnant.Â
âVery well.â The doctor says, holding up the tube of gel. She flashes Vanessa a grin, her brows lifting slightly. âReady?â She asks. This was her favorite part of working with new mothers; they always came into the office incredibly nervous, but left with a renewed confidence in themselves. Nessa looks over at Isabel for reassurance, which her friend acknowledges with a grab of her hand and a gentle smile.Â
Isabel felt for Nessa. She didnât quite understand how she felt in this moment because she had her entire family, as well as Alexâs, behind her for her pregnancy. Nessa had no one. No mother, no father, not even the guy that did this to her. Joe. That was a situation that worried her deeply. Where the hell was Joe, and why hadnât Nessa spoken to him? Every time Isabel tried to bring it up over the last week, she was avoidant of the topic, muttering dismissive words at her each time the subject was brought up.Â
Nessa looks to the doctor, a heavy sigh leaving her frame. Slowly, she pulls up her shirt, exposing her soft abdomen. âLetâs get this over with.â She says, her voice gently shaking. The Doctor nods, hovering the tube of gel over her stomach.
âItâs a little coolâŚâ She warns as she squeezes, not giving the pregnant woman enough time to brace herself for whatâs to come. Vanessaâs stomach retracts at the iciness of the gel, goosebumps quickly rising across her skin. Doctor Cloud trades out the gel for the ultrasound wand, pressing it down onto the gel on Nessaâs stomach. The screen next to her displays the imaging of her uterus, but nothing has been seen just yet. âHmmâŚâ
âWhat?â Vanessa says quickly, her eyes not leaving the screen. âWhat do you see?â
âNothing, yet.â The doctor responds, moving the wand slowly to the left of her stomach. âTheyâ.â
âThey?â She interrupts.
âWell, yes, we donât know the sex of the fetus just yet.â She then points at the screen, her finger circling a spot. âYou see this?â She asks. âThis is the embryonic sac. Thereâs only one in thereâ.â
âSo no twins?â Nessa asks, interrupting once more. Doctor Cloud drops her head briefly, laughing softly at the woman on the doctorâs table. âWhatâs funny?â She asks, louder than before. Isabel squeezes her friendâs hand, reminding her to be calm.Â
âNo, there are no twins, Miss Browning.â She finally answers, moving the wand to beneath her belly button. The screen now changes, showing a baby: Nessaâs baby. âAh,â She gasps, a bright smile spreading across her face. âThereâs your baby, mama.â Vanessaâs eyes widened in size as she took in the sight of the tiny human on the screen. Chills took over her body once again, causing her to adjust on the table. She didnât know what to make of the image just yet.
Isabel leans forward into Nessaâs side, her eyes full of light at the screen. âOh, Nessa!â She exclaims quietly from her side. âYou see it?â
âYeah,â She whispers, her eyes never leaving the screen. That was in her. Growing. A child. She was growing a child. Suddenly, a pulsating sound fills the room, causing Vanessa to blink from her trance. âIs that theâŚâ She drifts off, looking down at the doctor for confirmation. She nods, moving the wand across her stomach to the right.
âSheâs got a strong heart.â She informs the room after a few moments of silence and studying the screen.
âShe?â Vanessa asks, peering back up at the screen. Doctor Cloud leaned towards the screen once more, her finger elongated as she spoke.
âLooks to be.â She says, dropping her hand to her lap, and turning her attention back to Vanessa. âCongratulations,â She says. âItâs a girl.âÂ
âOh, Susie is gonna love this!â Isabel exclaims. Her and Alexâs daughter, Susannah, was turning two years old soon. Her TĂa Nessie giving her a new friend would be the best birthday gift. Upon the announcement, Isabel mentally began planning outings for the pair of mothers and their kids. âTheyâre going to have so many playdates! Matching outfitsâ.â
âIzzy,â Nessa calls, her voice soft, distant almost.Â
âQuĂŠ?â She answers, shrinking back into her seat when she hears nothing from her entranced friend. âSorry.â She whispers, glancing up at the screen once more. Silently, she does a little dance in her seatâoverjoyed for her long-time friend.
A printing sound is heard coming from the ultrasound machine, joining the quick heartbeat of the baby on the screen. The doctor glances down at the freshly printed string of images in her hand before passing them off to Vanessa. âShould I print off a copy for the father?â She asks, reminding Nessa of the abnormally large elephant thatâs been following her around since finding out she was pregnant.Â
Sheâs had a very long and thought-out text message sitting in the drafts of their messages apologizing for randomly popping up unannounced after a few months of silence, apologizing for, and explaining why she randomly left in the middle of the night. She assured him that it was nothing that he did that made her run, but herself, and that she was working on it. When it came time to tell him she was pregnant, she found herself unable to finish typing out the message, which is why itâs still a draft and nothing more. Something about dropping that kind of news in a text message just felt soâŚ
The fronts of her brows twitch at the question, her lips slightly twisting to the left. Isabel watched the side of her head, her breathing paused as she waited for an answerâthe right answer. Surely, seeing that baby on that screen would change Nessaâs mind about keeping Joe in the dark. Slowly, she shook her head. Isabel releases the breath she was holding, her shoulders dropping at her friendâs non-verbal response. âNo,â She answers. âHeâs not around.â
âIâll take a copy!â Isabel exclaims, her hand extended for her copy of the ultrasound. She was passed a copy of the images, her eyes studying the baby girl. âOh, she has your head.â She says, holding the picture up for Nessa to see.Â
The drive back to Isabelâs house was quiet, filled with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. She would glance over at Nessa in the passenger seat every few moments, only to find the woman still gazing at the pictures in her lap. âPenny for your thoughts?â She asks, her eyes returning to the road. A heavy sigh could be heard from the passenger seat at the question, but an answer never came.
Vanessaâs eyes remained fixated on the pictures for a moment longer before switching to the busy road ahead of them as she tried to figure out how to answer the question. âI really fucked up, didnât I?â She asks, prompting Izzy to glance briefly at her. It was a question that had been on repeat for days.Â
âNo,â She starts, shaking her head. âNo, of course not.â Isabelâs answer has been the same each time the question was asked. Part of Nessa wanted her best friend to be honest with her and tell her that she fucked up, but she knew it wasnât comingâmostly because what Nessa thought was a lie to make her feel better was truly the truth.Â
âYou can be honest,â She whispers. âSânot going to hurt my feelings if you are. I know I did.â Silence filled the car again as Isabel pondered her response. Her pink lips would open and close, her brows furrowing as she silently huffed at her words.
âDid you forget how Susie got here? It happens, it happened. Now all you can do is focus on making sure that baby girl knows sheâs loved and safe.â Isabel explains, glancing over her. âAnd you know Alex and I will be here every step of the wayâyou are not alone.â She assures her.Â
âI know thatâ.â
âThen what is it, huh?â She asks, turning onto the road leading to her home. Nessa grows silent again, the silence becoming a louder response than words could ever be. âThen why donât you tell him? Save yourself all of this guilt.â
âIzzyâŚâ
âTu espĂritu estĂĄ roto! I know it because I know you, Nessa!â She exclaims, her hands tapping the top of her steering wheel. Isabel has never been one to question Vanessaâs thought process on things. She trusted that she knew what she was doing and understood the consequences of her actions, but this here was where she drew the line. There was much more at stake now. âYou want me to be honest? Iâm being honest.â She says, pulling into the driveway of her two-story home. The sound of the car shifting into park and the motor shutting off with the twist of a key makes the silence within the car louder than ever before. âYouâre treating this guy like heâs an axe murderer when the reality is that you snuck out of his bed before the sun came up.â
âThe reality was that he was only in town for the night. Meaning he was going to be gone in the morning anyway. So I beat him to it.â She shrugs.Â
Isabelâs brows furrow tight together, almost connecting in the center of her forehead, her wrinkles much more defined now than ever. She pulls her mouth back in shock, her top lip twitching at the formation. She was baffled by what she just heard. Slowly, Isabel turns to face Vanessa in the passenger seat. âWhat kind of fucking logic is that!?â She exclaims, making Vanessa glance at her from the corner of her eye. She points at the woman, her left eye twitching. âOohâŚOOOH!â She shouts, grabbing her purse from the floor next to Vanessaâs legs. Under her breath, sheâs muttering profanities in her native tongue, too quick for Vanessa to understand.Â
Quickly, she exits the car, slamming the door behind her. Nessa flinches at the sound, sitting there in the silence of the vehicle for a moment. She watched as Isabel marched through the grass and up the steps to her front door before vanishing inside. Alex briefly glances up at his wife from the TV as she storms through the house. âHey, honey.â He greets, offering her a small wave as she passes by. He then notices the speed at which she moved, the wind that chased after her, gently tussling papers he had sprawled across their coffee table. âUh oh, whatâs wrong?â He asks, his eyes darting to the front door as Vanessa enters the house. Nessa peers over at her best friend before settling on Alex. âHow was the doctor?â
âFine,â Isabel says, answering for her friend. âThe baby is healthy.â She says with crossed arms. Alex looks between the two.
âThen why do you look like you need a cigarette?â
âBecause I do, Alex!â She exclaims, marching to the kitchen.Â
âThen letâs do that quietly, yeah? I just got Susie to go to bed.â He says in a slightly elevated tone. He then looks at Nessa again. âWho pissed her off?â He asks.
âWho else?â She answers, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
âNot me.â He responds. âSo it had to be you.â He points. Nessa squints at him, her lips pressed into a thin line while she nods.
âAlex, where are my cigarettes!â She exclaims from the kitchen. The sound of rummaging could be heard from the living room as she sifts through their junk drawer. It was where she hid them. It was a nasty habit, but a guilty pleasure of hers. Alexâs mouth would form a small âoâ at the question, fully realizing what his wife was asking for.Â
âWe threw them out, remember? You said you wanted to quit last month.â The drawer slams shut from the kitchen as she stomps toward the living room once more. âBabe, the child.â He reminds her, pointing to the second floor. Vanessa stops in front of the TV, glancing angrily between the two people before her. She tapped her right foot, her right hand resting on her hip. The sound of a bell rings on TV, followed by music, causing Alexâs ears to perk up at the sound. He leans to the left, and then to the right, his eyes trying to find the television. He knew not to ask his wife to move; sheâd turn around and unplug the television at the request.
âDo you have too much pride?â She asks. âIs that why you wonât do it?â Isabel moves from in front of the television, prompting Alex to emit a soft hum of excitement. âYouâd rather raise a baby alone than reach out to her father, who is ONE phone call away, might I add. You can literally call the man. His number is in your phone, Nessa! What sense does this make?â She asks.Â
âIâm the last person heâd want to hear from,â Vanessa answers, getting a loud scoff from her friend. âItâs true. We hooked up. I snuck out of the house before he woke up, and deaded our point of contact. He leaves the city, goes God knows where, and continues to live his life as he did before he met me.â For all she knows, he could be in a relationship currently, or everything he told her that night was a lie, and he was actually married. That wasnât a can of worms she was interested in opening, honestly.
âSo, it is a pride thing?â
âNo.â She answers.
âThen what is it?â Isabel asks.
âUnfortunate circumstance.â Isabelâs shoulders drop at her words, her anger quickly subsiding. Her pity was back in full force again. âIt happens, right?â Vanessa says, repeating what her friend told her in the car with a sad grin.
âI tried to help you. I tried to, I tried to give you an opportunity!â A familiar voice says from the television. Vanessa peers up at the television, her mouth dropping open slightly. Her sudden suspicion was quickly confirmed as she watched.
âOh my God.â She says.
âWhatâ?â Isabel asks, turning to face the television. Her eyes widen at the screen, instantly recognizing the man in front of her. âNessa, isnât thatâ?â
âJoe.â He stood in the center of the ring in a fitted grey sweatsuit, a microphone in hand and a fierce scowl on his face. The man across from him had just finished a match, his breathing heavy, his stance cautious. Joe calmly threatens the man, sealing his words with a chuck of his mic at the chest of the smaller man. Alex glances over at the two women silently fixated on the television, before clearing his throat. He knew exactly who they were staring at. The man on screen was huge with women.Â
âSo thatâs Roman Reigns,â He starts. âHeâs the bad guy on this show.â
âRoman who?â Isabel asks, her eyes not leaving the screen.
âThe big Samoan guy with the man bunâthatâs Roman Reigns and the guy next to him is...â He explains further. She points at the screen, turning to her husband. His eyes meet her, his brows slightly furrowing. âWhat?â He asks.
âThatâs Joe.â She corrects.
âJoe who?â He asks. Isabel points to Vanessa, prompting Alex to look at her. She was still watching the television, watching him. Realization suddenly hits Alex, causing him to shout at the connection. âThatâs Joe? The guy from the bar? HerâŚ?â Isabel silently nods. âHoly shit.âÂ
Vanessa expected never to see Joe again, but here he was filling the space around her with his full-toned voice once more. He had left this out about himself, or maybe he didnât, and she drunkenly picked and chose what she wanted to know about him that night. He was well-known, belovedâor, judging by the loud boos, hated by everyone. A man, purposely shrouded in mystery, was no longer one phone call away, but now also a Google search. Everything he had left out about him was at her fingertips.Â
âNess,â Isabel calls, prompting her friend to look up at her. âIf this isnât a sign from God, I donât know what is.â She says, gesturing at the TV. âIf you donât want to call him, we can just go to him. Itâs probably better if you did that anyway.â She suggests, hoping that her friend will have a change of heart now that sheâs seeing the man she swore was gone forever and would never want to see her againâthat part could still be true though. None of this changed the fact that she did what she did, and was she interested in subjecting herself to being berated in person? Absolutely not. Now, that was her pride talking.Â
âI donât have the finances for that right now.â She says, looking at the television once more. Joe was now attacking the man who once stood across the ring from him with two other men. She would assume these were his cousins he spoke of.
âTheyâre in Tulsa next week.â Alex cuts in. He had his laptop open, his small square-shaped glasses sitting on the tip of his nose. âArrangements can be made.â He says, pounding away at his keyboard. Alex and Isabel had the resources to do whatever pleased, thanks to Alexâs architectural job. This was definitely nothing to them, but too much to Nessa.
Vanessa sits up, shaking her head at what she is hearing. âYâall, that isnât necessary.â
âLook at it this way, Ness,â Alex says, peering over at her from the top of his frames. âYou get to tell the man heâs going to be a dad, and I get to acknowledge my Tribal ChiefâWe all win.â He says, lifting his index finger to the sky. A grin spreads across his face as he poses, but the woman across from him watches in confusion, unsure of what it was he was talking about. âItâs Romanâsâer, Joeâs thing. Heâs the Tribal ChiefâŚâ He drifts off, slowly sucking in a breath. âNever mind.â He mutters, returning his attention to his laptop.Â
S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
WARNINGS: Language
WORD COUNT: 3.1K
PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
Alina woke up in bed alone this morning, the same way she went. When they got home from the restaurant last night, Josh went straight to the guest room downstairs, making good on his word of giving the emotional woman some space. At some point in her sleep, she had migrated to his side of the bed, her face buried deep in his pillow. The lingering smell of cologne filled Alinaâs nose, causing her to emit a soft moan as she moved onto her back. She missed him, which was crazy to admit considering he was in the house and her fault he wasnât in the room with her.
She did too much last night, she can admit that now, and just like he said she would, she felt terrible. Her eyes would find the ceiling as she let out a sigh. There was no point in hiding in this room all day. This was his home just as much as it was hers; having to talk to him was inevitable. She rises in bed, her hands pressed firmly into the mattress beneath her. She hung her head tiredly as she forced herself to move from the bed. Her joints softly popped as she stretched quietly in the center of the room, her arms high above her head. âMm,â she hums, relaxing once more as she walks over to her dresser. She opens the top drawer, grabbing one of Joshâs shirts from the top of the stack.Â
She pulls the shirt over her head, now covering her bare chest. She pivots in her spot, her eyes now finding the closed door to the rest of the house. She could hear the television downstairs, the sound of gunshots and loud bangs ringing out throughout the home. He was playing the game, and from the sounds of it, he was online with friends. She pivots again, this time for the bathroom. Alina enters the room, making her way over to the sinks.
Alina peers up at her appearance, taking in the sight of dark, tired eyes. Her hair, thanks to her bonnet leaving her in her sleep, stood wildly on her head. She looks away, reaching over to grab her toothbrush from the cup on the counter. She turns the water on, quickly wetting the soft-bristled instrument. With her other hand, she snatches up the toothpaste lying on the counter, squeezing out its contents onto the toothbrush. Quickly, she goes through the process of brushing her teeth, finishing off the task by washing her face.Â
She exits the bathroom now, making her way to the door of their bedroom. She grabs the handle, allowing all the commotion downstairs to pour into the room as she opens the door. âNah, I saw a medpack over on the east side of the board.â He says into his headset. âOver by theâum, yeah, over there.âÂ
When Alina comes down the stairs, she finds Josh in just his boxers on the couch. His legs were crossed at the ankles and propped onto the table. He peers up at her from the corner of his eye before promptly returning to his game. He grows quiet now, his mouth slightly twisted. His brows furrowed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes more defined now. Though he was unsure of what version of Alina he was going to get this morning, it was obvious he still felt some way about what transpired last night. âMorning,â Alina says softly.Â
She sounded calm, small even, as if she felt guilty for what she did last night and was trying to test the waters. Was it safe for her to be down here? She didnât know just yet, but she was determined to find out. âMorning.â He replies, his attention still fixed upon the television. His mouth relaxes, but his brows remain furrowed, his eyes still in defined squints. Just as she was curious, he was too. Was she going to pretend nothing happened, or was she going to address what happened? Josh hoped it was the latter.Â
She turns her attention towards it, watching as his avatar runs through a desolate warzone. She rocked on her feet once as she watched. Josh peers over at her, shaking his head at her, confusion apparent on his face. What was this ease-in she was trying to do? âAre you winning?â She asks, looking back at him. Quickly, his eyes return to the screen. He nods briefly, but doesnât give her a verbal response. The conversation was dry, just as she expected it to be. Though she didnât expect her confidence in them working their differences out easily to drop, the longer she stood there, the more it did. The chatter that filled the room before she entered it was now gone, quickly being replaced by suffocating silence. She averts her gaze to the floor. âOkay,â she whispers to herself, bringing her attention back up to him again.Â
For not a second longer than the last, he glances up at her again, their eyes locking for only a moment. Her stare, as it always did, would send chills through him. âDid you get it?â He asks one of his teammates, adjusting his mic on his headset. âGood.â He replies.
Finally mustering up the courage, Alina walks over to the couch, forcing Josh to acknowledge her fully. She attempts to climb into his lap, only to be stopped by his hand on her abdomen. âMm, mm,â He hums, shaking his head. âMove.â He commands, his eyes shifting up to hers again. His fingers would gently press into her, forcing her backward. âMove.â He repeats, returning to his game. He wasnât interested in whatever it was she was trying to do if it didnât involve talking about what happened last night.Â
She takes a few steps back, slightly nodding at his rejection. Sadness washed over her like the shadow from a passing cloud over the sun, filling her with a heaviness she attempted to push to the back of her mind. âOkay,â She whispers again, glancing over at the television. She deserves that. She deserves the cold shoulder heâs giving her. She wraps her arms around herself, her palms running over her forearms once. Her lips parted slightly as she pondered her next words, but they were stuck in her throat and refused to come out. Instead, sheâd let out a sigh. She felt stupid standing here in front of him like this. Quickly blinking away stinging tears, Alina drops her head slightly, turning to make her way back upstairs.Â
âDonât go back upstairs.â He warns her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. Josh knew that if she went back up there, she wouldnât come back out the rest of the day. Even if he was upset with her right now, he still didnât want her isolating herself. Alina lets out another breath, her shoulders dropping as her head falls back. Tears fill her eyes once more, blurring her vision. She squeezes the tears free of her eyes, reaching up to wipe them away with the knuckles of her index fingers.
âIâm not about to stand in front of youââ
âThen sit your ass down.â He interrupts, gesturing to all the open spots around the room. âRoom big as hell, and you trying to be on me.â
Alina turns to look at him, her brows slightly furrowed. âBecause I want my man?âÂ
âYou didnât last night.â He retorts, causing her brows to push closer together. Of course, he was going to throw her behavior last night back in her face. Something about that remark makes her scoff slightly and shake her head in what appeared on the surface as disbelief. Alinaâs patience had run out. She looks around the room before marching down the hall towards her office. Josh remained on the couch, shaking his head at the woman as he watched her storm off.Â
âAy, you good?â Joe asks from the other side of the headset. His cousin didnât bother turning off his headset during the entire trade of words between him and his girl, revealing to him and everyone else in their party that there was yet again trouble in paradise. Joe made a mental note to bring it back up later on when they werenât playing the game.
âYeahâŚâ He says into his headset, resuming his playthrough. Alina enters her office, shifting around the boxes that hid her router in the corner of the room. She reaches over a box, her hand wrapping around the power cable to the router. She yanks the cord out of the wall, disconnecting the internet in the house. If he wasnât going to pay her any mind willingly, then she was going to force him to.
In the living room, the game freezes, and an internet connection error appears on the screen. Josh smacks his lips as he reads the error message. Alina had disconnected the WiFi. âThis fuckingâ.â Josh hisses, tossing his headset and controller to the side. âAlina!â He exclaims, jumping to his feet. At the sound of his shouts and quick stomps, she drops the cord, turning to make her way out of the room, meeting him in the hallway. âAy, you done lost your damn mind.â He says, pointing his finger at her.
âNah, youâve lost your damn mind!â She shouts back, shoving his hand out of her face. âIâm not about to beg you to fucking talk to me,â She starts. âAnd Iâm not about to let you treat me like an inconvenience to teach me a lesson. If you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, but youâre not going to push me away. Say that shit.â Josh runs his hands over the top of his head, pulling down the sides of his face. He was not trying to argue with this woman first thing in the morning, and had hoped she wouldnât have come downstairs on that time, but here they were picking up where they left off last night.
âYou just got done talking crazy to me last night, and you thought I was just going to let you be all up under me? Girl, we didnât even sleep in the same room, and that was my choice!â He exclaims, moving around her to go to her office. âNobodyâs trying to argue with your ass this morning. Go find something else to do.â He says with a wave of his hand as he vanishes around the corner.
Alina watches as he sidesteps her and enters her office, his disinterest in her making her emotional once more. Slowly, she follows him into the room, watching as he moves around the boxes of his stuff that fill the room. âIâm sorry, okay?â She says, staring at his back. âIâm sorry for how I acted, but Iâm not going to say I didnât mean anything that I said last night because I did, thatâs how I feel.â She says, fighting the lump growing in her throat. Josh doesnât answer her; he is more focused on tossing boxes to the side without a care for what was in them. His silence and tossing of things didnât help her feel any more sure of herself. She slowly shakes her right leg from left to right as she waits for something, anything from him. âCan you say something?â She asks.
âLike what?â He asks, every trace of irritation gone from his voice, replaced with hints of exhaustion. âIâm not trying to argue with you. You want me to prove you right, for what? What do we get out of that besides hurt?â He asks. âYouâre not going to find any satisfaction in that shit, and you know that.â Josh finds the plug to the router, leaning down more to push the plug back into the outlet it was once connected to. He huffs slightly, slowly standing up straight. He turns around, now moving to exit the room.
There was truth to what Josh was saying, and part of Alina hated that he knew her well enough to know she wouldnât like the problem she was trying to find with him. He was not perfect by any stretch of imagination, a man riddled with flaws he unashamedly displays every day, but none of them were ones he shared with people whoâve hurt the cracked woman in front of him. He could assure her every day he wasnât like Theo, like Tashaâhell, like any person that has come and gone in her life, but that will never be enough for her. Perhaps one day it will be, but today? Not a chance.
Alina stood in the doorway, blocking him from exiting the room. Her eyes were fixated on his chest as her vision, though, gradually became blurry with tears the longer she stood there unblinking. âYou gotta talk to someone, Lina, this ainât healthy,â Josh informs her. âI mean this shit from a place of love, baby, I do.â The last month of their relationship has been a learning experience for Josh. Ever since Theo came back into the picture, attempting to dig up skeletons, the air had been tense around the pair. He reignited her insecurities around serious relationships, robbing her of the ability to feel safe in her healthiest relationship.
âI know.â She says, her eyes shifting from his chest down to the floor. The tears that were threatening to fall finally fell, prompting the woman to wipe her face. Her traumas were beginning to destroy her relationship, eating away at her sanity like the parasite it was. Alina was so sure she was fine⌠All those years of âhealingâ sheâd done were undone in a month, making her feel like she never did any healing to begin withâmaybe she never did, and this was the wake-up call she needed to realize that.Â
She felt many things in this moment: regret for how she had treated Josh, anger towards Theo for causing her this pain, and heartbreak for Tasha abandoning her in the midst of all this happening. It was overstimulating. Josh watched the woman in front of him falter at the admission that she needed help. Her soft pants were almost inaudible. Her body trembled as she fought back a sob that threatened to break free. She so desperately wanted to cry, but couldnât.Â
Hesistantly, Josh places his hands on either side of her face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. âIâm not going anywhere.â He assures her in a low voice against her hair. âAnd Iâm not trying to fix you, thatâs not my place, thatâs yours. I just want to love you, if youâll let me.â Alina wraps her hands around his wrists, tightly holding onto him as if heâd flee the scene if she let go. She looks up at him, her eyes wet from tears. His thumbs swipe across her undereye area, ridding her of any falling tears. âYou âgon let me love you?â He asks, getting an instant nod from the woman.Â
He leans in, pressing two kisses to her lips before letting go of her. âMan, if you unplug that damn wifi again while we still in this house, knowing all them boxes are in there, we âgon be in here fighting.â He says, getting a chuckle out of her. "You laughing and I'm being forreal." He mutters, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips.
Alina hums at his kiss, her hands resting on his chest. Her fingernails lightly trail down the front of his abdomen, causing him to let out a breathy laugh at her. âTalk to me like you got some sense next time, and I wonât.â
âYes, maâam.â He says, giving the woman one last kiss. "Now, move so I can get back to the game." He says, walking her backward so he can get out of the crowded room. Alina's fingers close around the band of his underwear, keeping him near her. "Watch out now." He says, removing her hands from his body. "You got Joe being nosy in my phone."Â
"Can we redo last night?" Alina asks, pulling her wrists from his grasp. She then takes his hands into hers and places them on her backside. Instinctively, his large hands would curve around her ass, his fingers cupping the bottom side. He hums at her proposal, his teeth gently sinking into his lips as he listens to her. "I'll cook dinner, I'll even dress up." She proposes. "I just want to make it up to you." She says, wrapping her arms around him.
"We can do dinner," He says, nodding at her. He glances up as he ponders his next words. "Butt naked," He starts, peering down at her again. "You can cook butt naked."
"Alright," Alina says, removing his hands from her body. She shoots him a playful glare.
"What?" He says, pulling his head back at her in shock at her reaction. "You said you was trying to make it up to me. I'm trying to have an appetizer, dinner, and dessert all at the same time. Come on, girl..." He mutters, his hands reattaching to Alina's body. She lets out a slight gasp as she leans forward to get his hands off of her again. "What 'chu doing?" He asks, leaning with her. He pressed her into the wall, pinning her so she couldn't wrestle him. A laugh leaves his lips as they fight over his hands on her body.
"Joshu--ahh!" Alina squeals as he pulls his right hand out of her grasp and wraps her in his arms. He hoists her up and over his shoulders, winning their little fight.
"You knew damn well you wasn't bout to win that shit." He says, walking towards the living room. "You can have an apron," He continues with his outlandish request. "You know, so you don't burn the goods."
"Boy, put me down!" She exclaims.
"You acting like I'm not going to be butt naked too. This is a team effort." He continues. Alina reaches down, pinching the man in his side. "Lina, what the hell!" He flinches, dropping her onto the couch. She lands with another squeal, laughing when she hits the couch. Josh glances down at his side, his hand rubbing the rapidly reddening spot. "That's how you feel?" He asks, looking at her.
Josh reaches down for a pillow at the end of the couch. Alina peers at the pillow he grabs and back to him. "Joshua Samuel Fatu, you better not!" She warns.Â
"Yeah, hush all that shit up." He says, swinging the pillow. It collides with her face and shoulder, causing her to let out a scream as she tries to dodge him.
"I can't stand you..." She breathes between laughs.
S U M M A R Y: For almost three years, best friends Josh and Alina have been inseparable. In those three years, feelings have strengthened, forcing the pair to accept that their friendship is no longer platonic.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *
PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC
TROPE: Friends to Lovers
WARNINGS: Language
WORD COUNT: 3.1K
PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
Alina woke up in bed alone this morning, the same way she went. When they got home from the restaurant last night, Josh went straight to the guest room downstairs, making good on his word of giving the emotional woman some space. At some point in her sleep, she had migrated to his side of the bed, her face buried deep in his pillow. The lingering smell of cologne filled Alinaâs nose, causing her to emit a soft moan as she moved onto her back. She missed him, which was crazy to admit considering he was in the house and her fault he wasnât in the room with her.
She did too much last night, she can admit that now, and just like he said she would, she felt terrible. Her eyes would find the ceiling as she let out a sigh. There was no point in hiding in this room all day. This was his home just as much as it was hers; having to talk to him was inevitable. She rises in bed, her hands pressed firmly into the mattress beneath her. She hung her head tiredly as she forced herself to move from the bed. Her joints softly popped as she stretched quietly in the center of the room, her arms high above her head. âMm,â she hums, relaxing once more as she walks over to her dresser. She opens the top drawer, grabbing one of Joshâs shirts from the top of the stack.Â
She pulls the shirt over her head, now covering her bare chest. She pivots in her spot, her eyes now finding the closed door to the rest of the house. She could hear the television downstairs, the sound of gunshots and loud bangs ringing out throughout the home. He was playing the game, and from the sounds of it, he was online with friends. She pivots again, this time for the bathroom. Alina enters the room, making her way over to the sinks.
Alina peers up at her appearance, taking in the sight of dark, tired eyes. Her hair, thanks to her bonnet leaving her in her sleep, stood wildly on her head. She looks away, reaching over to grab her toothbrush from the cup on the counter. She turns the water on, quickly wetting the soft-bristled instrument. With her other hand, she snatches up the toothpaste lying on the counter, squeezing out its contents onto the toothbrush. Quickly, she goes through the process of brushing her teeth, finishing off the task by washing her face.Â
She exits the bathroom now, making her way to the door of their bedroom. She grabs the handle, allowing all the commotion downstairs to pour into the room as she opens the door. âNah, I saw a medpack over on the east side of the board.â He says into his headset. âOver by theâum, yeah, over there.âÂ
When Alina comes down the stairs, she finds Josh in just his boxers on the couch. His legs were crossed at the ankles and propped onto the table. He peers up at her from the corner of his eye before promptly returning to his game. He grows quiet now, his mouth slightly twisted. His brows furrowed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes more defined now. Though he was unsure of what version of Alina he was going to get this morning, it was obvious he still felt some way about what transpired last night. âMorning,â Alina says softly.Â
She sounded calm, small even, as if she felt guilty for what she did last night and was trying to test the waters. Was it safe for her to be down here? She didnât know just yet, but she was determined to find out. âMorning.â He replies, his attention still fixed upon the television. His mouth relaxes, but his brows remain furrowed, his eyes still in defined squints. Just as she was curious, he was too. Was she going to pretend nothing happened, or was she going to address what happened? Josh hoped it was the latter.Â
She turns her attention towards it, watching as his avatar runs through a desolate warzone. She rocked on her feet once as she watched. Josh peers over at her, shaking his head at her, confusion apparent on his face. What was this ease-in she was trying to do? âAre you winning?â She asks, looking back at him. Quickly, his eyes return to the screen. He nods briefly, but doesnât give her a verbal response. The conversation was dry, just as she expected it to be. Though she didnât expect her confidence in them working their differences out easily to drop, the longer she stood there, the more it did. The chatter that filled the room before she entered it was now gone, quickly being replaced by suffocating silence. She averts her gaze to the floor. âOkay,â she whispers to herself, bringing her attention back up to him again.Â
For not a second longer than the last, he glances up at her again, their eyes locking for only a moment. Her stare, as it always did, would send chills through him. âDid you get it?â He asks one of his teammates, adjusting his mic on his headset. âGood.â He replies.
Finally mustering up the courage, Alina walks over to the couch, forcing Josh to acknowledge her fully. She attempts to climb into his lap, only to be stopped by his hand on her abdomen. âMm, mm,â He hums, shaking his head. âMove.â He commands, his eyes shifting up to hers again. His fingers would gently press into her, forcing her backward. âMove.â He repeats, returning to his game. He wasnât interested in whatever it was she was trying to do if it didnât involve talking about what happened last night.Â
She takes a few steps back, slightly nodding at his rejection. Sadness washed over her like the shadow from a passing cloud over the sun, filling her with a heaviness she attempted to push to the back of her mind. âOkay,â She whispers again, glancing over at the television. She deserves that. She deserves the cold shoulder heâs giving her. She wraps her arms around herself, her palms running over her forearms once. Her lips parted slightly as she pondered her next words, but they were stuck in her throat and refused to come out. Instead, sheâd let out a sigh. She felt stupid standing here in front of him like this. Quickly blinking away stinging tears, Alina drops her head slightly, turning to make her way back upstairs.Â
âDonât go back upstairs.â He warns her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. Josh knew that if she went back up there, she wouldnât come back out the rest of the day. Even if he was upset with her right now, he still didnât want her isolating herself. Alina lets out another breath, her shoulders dropping as her head falls back. Tears fill her eyes once more, blurring her vision. She squeezes the tears free of her eyes, reaching up to wipe them away with the knuckles of her index fingers.
âIâm not about to stand in front of youââ
âThen sit your ass down.â He interrupts, gesturing to all the open spots around the room. âRoom big as hell, and you trying to be on me.â
Alina turns to look at him, her brows slightly furrowed. âBecause I want my man?âÂ
âYou didnât last night.â He retorts, causing her brows to push closer together. Of course, he was going to throw her behavior last night back in her face. Something about that remark makes her scoff slightly and shake her head in what appeared on the surface as disbelief. Alinaâs patience had run out. She looks around the room before marching down the hall towards her office. Josh remained on the couch, shaking his head at the woman as he watched her storm off.Â
âAy, you good?â Joe asks from the other side of the headset. His cousin didnât bother turning off his headset during the entire trade of words between him and his girl, revealing to him and everyone else in their party that there was yet again trouble in paradise. Joe made a mental note to bring it back up later on when they werenât playing the game.
âYeahâŚâ He says into his headset, resuming his playthrough. Alina enters her office, shifting around the boxes that hid her router in the corner of the room. She reaches over a box, her hand wrapping around the power cable to the router. She yanks the cord out of the wall, disconnecting the internet in the house. If he wasnât going to pay her any mind willingly, then she was going to force him to.
In the living room, the game freezes, and an internet connection error appears on the screen. Josh smacks his lips as he reads the error message. Alina had disconnected the WiFi. âThis fuckingâ.â Josh hisses, tossing his headset and controller to the side. âAlina!â He exclaims, jumping to his feet. At the sound of his shouts and quick stomps, she drops the cord, turning to make her way out of the room, meeting him in the hallway. âAy, you done lost your damn mind.â He says, pointing his finger at her.
âNah, youâve lost your damn mind!â She shouts back, shoving his hand out of her face. âIâm not about to beg you to fucking talk to me,â She starts. âAnd Iâm not about to let you treat me like an inconvenience to teach me a lesson. If you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, but youâre not going to push me away. Say that shit.â Josh runs his hands over the top of his head, pulling down the sides of his face. He was not trying to argue with this woman first thing in the morning, and had hoped she wouldnât have come downstairs on that time, but here they were picking up where they left off last night.
âYou just got done talking crazy to me last night, and you thought I was just going to let you be all up under me? Girl, we didnât even sleep in the same room, and that was my choice!â He exclaims, moving around her to go to her office. âNobodyâs trying to argue with your ass this morning. Go find something else to do.â He says with a wave of his hand as he vanishes around the corner.
Alina watches as he sidesteps her and enters her office, his disinterest in her making her emotional once more. Slowly, she follows him into the room, watching as he moves around the boxes of his stuff that fill the room. âIâm sorry, okay?â She says, staring at his back. âIâm sorry for how I acted, but Iâm not going to say I didnât mean anything that I said last night because I did, thatâs how I feel.â She says, fighting the lump growing in her throat. Josh doesnât answer her; he is more focused on tossing boxes to the side without a care for what was in them. His silence and tossing of things didnât help her feel any more sure of herself. She slowly shakes her right leg from left to right as she waits for something, anything from him. âCan you say something?â She asks.
âLike what?â He asks, every trace of irritation gone from his voice, replaced with hints of exhaustion. âIâm not trying to argue with you. You want me to prove you right, for what? What do we get out of that besides hurt?â He asks. âYouâre not going to find any satisfaction in that shit, and you know that.â Josh finds the plug to the router, leaning down more to push the plug back into the outlet it was once connected to. He huffs slightly, slowly standing up straight. He turns around, now moving to exit the room.
There was truth to what Josh was saying, and part of Alina hated that he knew her well enough to know she wouldnât like the problem she was trying to find with him. He was not perfect by any stretch of imagination, a man riddled with flaws he unashamedly displays every day, but none of them were ones he shared with people whoâve hurt the cracked woman in front of him. He could assure her every day he wasnât like Theo, like Tashaâhell, like any person that has come and gone in her life, but that will never be enough for her. Perhaps one day it will be, but today? Not a chance.
Alina stood in the doorway, blocking him from exiting the room. Her eyes were fixated on his chest as her vision, though, gradually became blurry with tears the longer she stood there unblinking. âYou gotta talk to someone, Lina, this ainât healthy,â Josh informs her. âI mean this shit from a place of love, baby, I do.â The last month of their relationship has been a learning experience for Josh. Ever since Theo came back into the picture, attempting to dig up skeletons, the air had been tense around the pair. He reignited her insecurities around serious relationships, robbing her of the ability to feel safe in her healthiest relationship.
âI know.â She says, her eyes shifting from his chest down to the floor. The tears that were threatening to fall finally fell, prompting the woman to wipe her face. Her traumas were beginning to destroy her relationship, eating away at her sanity like the parasite it was. Alina was so sure she was fine⌠All those years of âhealingâ sheâd done were undone in a month, making her feel like she never did any healing to begin withâmaybe she never did, and this was the wake-up call she needed to realize that.Â
She felt many things in this moment: regret for how she had treated Josh, anger towards Theo for causing her this pain, and heartbreak for Tasha abandoning her in the midst of all this happening. It was overstimulating. Josh watched the woman in front of him falter at the admission that she needed help. Her soft pants were almost inaudible. Her body trembled as she fought back a sob that threatened to break free. She so desperately wanted to cry, but couldnât.Â
Hesistantly, Josh places his hands on either side of her face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. âIâm not going anywhere.â He assures her in a low voice against her hair. âAnd Iâm not trying to fix you, thatâs not my place, thatâs yours. I just want to love you, if youâll let me.â Alina wraps her hands around his wrists, tightly holding onto him as if heâd flee the scene if she let go. She looks up at him, her eyes wet from tears. His thumbs swipe across her undereye area, ridding her of any falling tears. âYou âgon let me love you?â He asks, getting an instant nod from the woman.Â
He leans in, pressing two kisses to her lips before letting go of her. âMan, if you unplug that damn wifi again while we still in this house, knowing all them boxes are in there, we âgon be in here fighting.â He says, getting a chuckle out of her. "You laughing and I'm being forreal." He mutters, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips.
Alina hums at his kiss, her hands resting on his chest. Her fingernails lightly trail down the front of his abdomen, causing him to let out a breathy laugh at her. âTalk to me like you got some sense next time, and I wonât.â
âYes, maâam.â He says, giving the woman one last kiss. "Now, move so I can get back to the game." He says, walking her backward so he can get out of the crowded room. Alina's fingers close around the band of his underwear, keeping him near her. "Watch out now." He says, removing her hands from his body. "You got Joe being nosy in my phone."Â
"Can we redo last night?" Alina asks, pulling her wrists from his grasp. She then takes his hands into hers and places them on her backside. Instinctively, his large hands would curve around her ass, his fingers cupping the bottom side. He hums at her proposal, his teeth gently sinking into his lips as he listens to her. "I'll cook dinner, I'll even dress up." She proposes. "I just want to make it up to you." She says, wrapping her arms around him.
"We can do dinner," He says, nodding at her. He glances up as he ponders his next words. "Butt naked," He starts, peering down at her again. "You can cook butt naked."
"Alright," Alina says, removing his hands from her body. She shoots him a playful glare.
"What?" He says, pulling his head back at her in shock at her reaction. "You said you was trying to make it up to me. I'm trying to have an appetizer, dinner, and dessert all at the same time. Come on, girl..." He mutters, his hands reattaching to Alina's body. She lets out a slight gasp as she leans forward to get his hands off of her again. "What 'chu doing?" He asks, leaning with her. He pressed her into the wall, pinning her so she couldn't wrestle him. A laugh leaves his lips as they fight over his hands on her body.
"Joshu--ahh!" Alina squeals as he pulls his right hand out of her grasp and wraps her in his arms. He hoists her up and over his shoulders, winning their little fight.
"You knew damn well you wasn't bout to win that shit." He says, walking towards the living room. "You can have an apron," He continues with his outlandish request. "You know, so you don't burn the goods."
"Boy, put me down!" She exclaims.
"You acting like I'm not going to be butt naked too. This is a team effort." He continues. Alina reaches down, pinching the man in his side. "Lina, what the hell!" He flinches, dropping her onto the couch. She lands with another squeal, laughing when she hits the couch. Josh glances down at his side, his hand rubbing the rapidly reddening spot. "That's how you feel?" He asks, looking at her.
Josh reaches down for a pillow at the end of the couch. Alina peers at the pillow he grabs and back to him. "Joshua Samuel Fatu, you better not!" She warns.Â
"Yeah, hush all that shit up." He says, swinging the pillow. It collides with her face and shoulder, causing her to let out a scream as she tries to dodge him.
"I can't stand you..." She breathes between laughs.
based on this request; jeyâs a private man, and you respect that. but thereâs only so many times you can soft launch him â surely heâd agree to pop out on your one year, rightâŚ? maybe notâŚ
pairing jey uso x female reader wc 1.7k+ genre angst fluff hurt (?) warnings explicit language ,, i think? reader slightly questions her self worth for a second not proofread lekiâs note for my girl @bratzzzdoll <3 was thinking ab posting a lil smau of ig stories soft launching jey to go along w this actuallyyy
mini playlist baby, summer walker. hey there delilah, plain white tâs.
everything was perfect.
the restaurant isnât overly fancy, nothing too high-end or flashy, but itâs perfect for the both of you. itâs quiet â golden hues are casted from the candlelit booths, old-school r&b softly playing through the speakers. and most importantly, the man of your dreams is sat in front of you, a silly grin on his face.
dressed in all black, chains catching the flickering of the candlelight, with his raybans sitting next to his phone on the table. a sight for sore eyes, you might say.
tonightâs a celebration â a whole lap around the sun since you first said yes to loving the biggest pain in your ass. since you (unknowingly) agreed to a year of flights, late night road trips and his terrible planning skills. but you still wouldnât trade it for the world.
dinners almost finished when you reach for your phone, showing him your screen. âi was thinking about posting this, what dâya think?â
the screen shows a candid photo from earlier â before youâd left the house, you were attempting to take pictures of yourself in the full-body length mirror, when jey snuck up from behind you and swept you off your feet. in the midst of giggling and pleas for him to put you down, your finger was still on the camera button.
and somewhere in all of the blurry and indistinct pictures, was a picture that made your heart melt. you were in jeys arms, laughing aloud as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
and now it sat in your instagram drafts, waiting to be posted with the caption, â365 days <3â with âbabyâ by summer walker as the song choice. it was so cute. finally showing his face after a year of soft launches, sneaky frames and dodging the burning question everyone kept dropping in your story replies.
but when you saw jey freeze, suddenly it wasnât that cute anymore.
itâs the kinda freeze that tightens his jaw, sets his eyes down low and whatnot. you watch him as he drags a hand down his beard, âdamn.â
his eyes flickered to you then back to the screen. âyou really âboutta post that?â
you blink, a bit taken aback from his response. âi mean⌠yeah? itâs our one year yâknowâŚâ you try your best to emphasize the âone yearâ as subtly as you can.
his mouth presses into a flat line before he nods, slow and awkward almost. âmm. i hear you, âm just not tryna⌠pop out yet, you know? iâonâ think iâm ready for allat.â
âright. yeah, totally.â it comes out flatter than you wanted it to, but you give him a small smile in hopes he doesnât realize it did.
but your smile feels brittle. it felt like something inside you cracked, but you pretend like itâs fine because he didnât mean to hurt you. heâs just being private⌠careful. thatâs how heâs always been, and you knew that going in.
but something inside you cracked anyways. because itâs been a year. one full year of the no face pics, random posts of you at waffle house, photos of flowers without the sender himself. meanwhile he hasnât posted anything. hell, heâs never even hinted to being in a relationship.
yet he knows your family, and you know his. most of his co-workers have grown to know you as well, always teasing you about how lovestruck he can be.
but now, in this moment, the first time you try to make things semi-official, it ends with his discomfort and your pulse racing with embarrassment.
you quietly close the photo and lock your photo, letting the rest of the night crawl by.
your laughs donât quite reach your eyes. your eyes tell jey that your mind is elsewhere. his hand rest on yours out of habit, not heat. to you, the food tastes like nothing. the dessert, a formality.
he doesnât notice, or at least thatâs what you think. but he doesnât say anything.
you go home in silence, both exhausted from pretending.
you wake up the next morning to find heâs already awake, clocking in for his morning workout. the rooms empty, but you feel the overwhelming presence of last nights embarrassment lingering.
you sit on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in his shirt, staring at the draft sitting in your instagram. your finger hovers over the picture â you and him, blissed out, private but happy. a year of being his in every way, except in the one that says iâm proud to love her out loud.
and now you feel stupid.
you feel like the girl thatâs convenient but not quite claimable. the girl heâll bring around certain people â never the world. like someone to kiss behind closed doors, but never hold hands with in daylight.
it sinks deeper than embarrassment â it hits where your self-worth lives. makes you question if youâre good enough, or if thereâs something about you heâs trying to hide.
you donât cry. you donât lash out. you just go quiet. the kind of quiet that raises walls you donât mean to build.
itâs been four days since the dinner.
four days of short answers and long silences.
youâre not giving him attitude. youâre not yelling. hell, youâre anything but mad. and most importantly, youâre not you. not with him.
youâre still sweet. still polite. you still make him waffles in the morning, still pick up his favorite snack on the way home, even laugh a little when he says something funny.
but your eyes donât linger on him the way they used to.
your arms donât reach for him in the night.
and when he kisses you goodbye before leaving, you turn your cheek ever so slightly â but itâs enough to leave a stinging pain in his chest for the rest of the day.
jey hates it. he hates all of it. he hates walking into his own house, feeling like a stranger to the one person thatâs made ever made it feel like home.
heâs tried the little things â cleaning up after dinner, even though he hates washing the dishes. and heâll put on the shared playlist you made on your third date. he went and bought those expensive-ass chocolate covered strawberries you only get when youâre upset.
but you still give him a light smile, muttering âthanks.â
and then you go back to doing whatever you were doing.
heâs losing it. and he knows itâs his fault.
later that night, you were sat on your shared bed. legs tucked under you, quietly scrolling through your timeline as a cartoon plays in the background. he walks in, freshly showered, an old usos tee thrown over his shoulder, and he just watches you for a second.
you donât look up.
he feels his chest tighten.
he slowly climbs into bed, like maybe if he moves gently enough, you wonât pull further away.
âbaby.â
you hum.
âyou mad at me?â
you shrug. ânot mad. just⌠processing.â
he wishes you were a hothead like him. maybe if you screamed the words, they wouldnât sting so bad. maybe itâd just be noise to him. but the calm, soft and distant tone in your voice slices clean through him.
âi messed up,â he says, voice low. âi know i did.â
you still donât look up. âmhm, i know.â
âi ainât mean to make you feel like âm ashamed of you. or us. âm just⌠used to keepinâ my life on lock, yâknow? used to thinkinâ i gotta keep things quiet to keep âem safe.â
âi didnât ask you to make it loud,â you say, finally setting your phone down. âi just wanted to feel seen. thatâs all. just seen. just chosen. not hidden away like a secret.â
your voice wobbles a little at the end, and he notices. it makes his heart crack.
âi know mama, i know you did. and iâm sorry. i ainât mean to make you feel like you wasnât enough. âcause you are, baby youâre more than enough.â
you exhale slowly, your lips pressed into a thin line like youâre tired of talking about it. like the thoughts youâve been fighting alone have already drained you.
âcalled my publicist. told âem next time i do press, they can stop pretendinâ iâm single. and that âm gonâ pop out soon.â
you glance at him, surprised. âreally?â
he nods. âi ainât doinâ this half-assed no more,â he murmurs, reaching for your hand. ânot if itâs gonâ cost me the one person who saw me âfore the world even cared.â
you let him hold your hand, but your fingers are still limp in his.
âyâainât gotta forgive me right now,â he mutters, a little broken. âiâll wait. iâll earn it back, ma.â
your eyes soften, a faint smile forming on your face. you swallow hard, an attempt to stay strong. to protect the heart that felt so rejected a few days ago.
but you miss him.
itâs hard not to, especially when heâs giving you that look. the one that tells you youâre his, in every aspect and in every way.
you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, his arm circling your body to hold you tight. âiâm sorry, baby. iâonât ever wanna feel like that again. felt like i was a guest in the one place i feel safe.â
he presses a light kiss into your hair. âand iâonât ever want you to feel like that again. i promise tâmake you feel seen. tâshow you off as my queen.â
you both laugh at that, lightly hitting him in the chest.
then you look up at him, finally seeing the desperation in his eyes. the regret. the want.
so you give him the first genuine smile youâve had in a while, before meeting his lips with your own.
âyouâre a real pain in my ass yâknow,â you say as you pull away, resting your forehead on his. he only laughs, before pecking your cheek.
an hour later and you found yourself curled into him, face tucked in his neck as his hand traces hearts on your back while the other scrolls through his phone.
a minute later, your phone buzzes.
@uceyjucey mentioned you in their story.
you look up at him confused before slowly opening the notification.
itâs the picture.
he had asked you a little bit ago to send it to him, though you didnât think too much of it. you figured it was just another photo to keep for memories.
you stared at your screen. heâd picked âmy booâ by usher and alicia keys for his song, and captioned the picture with
âMine. đ¤â
you donât say anything, and neither does he. instead you set your phone down, curling into him tighter as he does the same. but there was a mutual agreement in the air â that the world would finally see you, as his.
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