Hello My Lovely Readers this is another Jojo Seth story and i know i promised you guys more blood and smut but im still working out the scenes in that one so here's a previously done story about The Player Seth Rollins lol. This story will feature a lot more smut though so i feel like you guys will enjoy that!

Rated:M

Characters:Seth Rollins, Jojo, Dean, Alexa Bliss, Carmella, and many more!

Chapter 1

JoJo Offerman hugged her bag of Chinese takeout to her chest as she slid into the slightly crowded elevator. Noting that the button for the seventh floor had already been pressed, she leaned back against the side wall. Her gaze was immediately snagged by the man lounging on the opposite wall with his arm draped around a scantily clad orange looking girl in a small tank top and even smaller mini skirt. In spite of his arm candy, his eyes locked with hers and refused to let go. Drat! JoJo would have hopped off the elevator and caught the next one up, but the doors were already closing.

She didn't know his name. Well, she didn't know the names of any of her neighbors. She liked her privacy and her personal space. In the absence of real names, she gave the neighbors that she ran into with regular frequency nicknames. There was the old man who lingered in the lobby whose mailbox was near hers who coughed and smelled like cabbage. She'd given him the moniker of Mr. Veggie Soup. Then there was the Cat Lady and the Gossip whose names were self-explanatory.

By far, her worst neighbor was the man that stood across her giving her a thorough examination. She called him The Pervert. Each time she ran into him he had a different girl on his arm, but that didn't stop him for giving her the x-ray treatment. JoJo found it to be especially perturbing since she didn't dress in a manner that should attract male attention. She didn't want to be noticed. At the moment, she wore a rayon jumpsuit that was two sizes too large and hung off her frame like a sack. Did that stop The Pervert from staring? Nope.

She dropped her eyes and took a deep breath. She shifted her feet and adjusted her package. The food was so hot, it was beginning to scald her but she refused to hold it by the plastic handles. It was a small shield between her and The Pervert's eyes, but aside from her purse, it was all she possessed at the moment.

The elevator stopped and everyone except The Pervert and his group exited. The Pervert was accompanied by another man with a pretty lady snuggled up to his side. JoJo bit her lip. When her eyes collided with The Pervert's again, he was still giving her that intense brown eyed stare that seemed to see too much. Diverting her attention to his friends, she saw the other man that had crazy blonde locks, glance at The Pervert before smirking at her.

JoJo quickly looked away. Finally, the elevator stopped on their floor. She was the first to exit. She walked/ran to her door with The Pervert strolling casually behind. JoJo whipped her keys out of her pocket and got her door open just as he arrived at his apartment directly across from hers.

"Have a good evening, JoJo," a deep male voice murmured, she felt his voice was probably a bit higher but he was just putting on an act.

JoJo whirled around to see that he had his door open and had let his friends inside. Heart pounding, she nodded then let herself into her place and shut and locked the door almost in one motion. "How does he know my name?" she whispered, afraid that he might still be lingering in the hallway.

With some effort, she shook off the sensation of being pursued. This was the first time he'd spoken to her. She didn't view it as a good sign.

She put her food and purse down on the small table in her kitchen where she ate most of her meals. A sense of relief that the weekend was here soothed her. She probably wouldn't leave her apartment again until Monday. She didn't have any plans other than playing games on her computer and maybe a little reading.

She went to her bedroom and changed into a large t-shirt and oversized pajama bottoms. Her favorite cardigan, a rather worn beige cotton weave that was also too large, lay across the end of her bed. She pulled it on as well and then ensconced her feet in a warm, fuzzy pair of boucle slippers.

She got a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting down to eat. She moved her purse to the back of a chair. The carton of fried rice was still steaming when she removed the paper carton from the bag. She got up to get a fork and a bowl. She'd begun eating when the quiet in the apartment seemed to close in on her. So she got up again and turned on the television in the den. Lately, she'd been watching a lot of cooking shows. She'd love to experiment with some of the recipes, but there didn't seem to be much point as she'd have to consume the entire meal herself. She did like her quiet, but there were moments when she wished she had someone.

JoJo sighed and took a gulp of water. From past experience, she knew the swamping feeling of loneliness would pass. She'd immerse herself in a game or a book. Maybe she'd call her aunt. Or maybe she should get a cat. Just one though. She didn't want to be the second cat lady in the building.

Seth Rollins smiled as little JoJo Offerman scurried away from him. She didn't realize that running would only excite him more. She was such a shy, little thing, always burying her body in baggy clothing. But Seth had his suspicions about what lay beneath the dowdy clothing ,he knew her ass was deliciously plump and he wanted to see, touch and lick every inch of it.

"Seth, babe, are you coming in or what?" Carmella called.

"Sure," he said, just barely hiding a scowl at her use of the endearment. He was no one's "babe." It was a sign that he and Carmella had hit that point where it was time for him to end their fling. He'd made it clear to Carmella from the start that he wasn't interested in anything serious. But they had been seeing each other for almost a month. Last Friday, she'd wanted him to stay over at her place. Seth didn't do sleepovers. So, yeah, it was definitely time to part ways with Carmella. He didn't want to lead her on and make her think that he'd changed his mind about being in a relationship.

He headed for the kitchen where his friends were gathered. Dean was already raiding his fridge for beer. Carmella and Dean's girlfriend Renee sat at the table. "We were thinking about ordering pizza," Renee said.

"Sounds great," Seth agreed. They spent the next few minutes discussing toppings. Carmella was proving to be difficult since she didn't want anything but cheese on her side, not even sauce. They finally decided to order two pizzas. Seth and Dean went downstairs to wait for the pizza so that the delivery guy wouldn't have to ride the elevator up.

"What's with you and your neighbor?" Dean asked.

"Nothing—yet."

Dean laughed. "I'm not sure why you want the mousy little thing, but you're terrifying the poor girl."

Seth silently acknowledged that this could be true, but he didn't care. Whenever she was around, he couldn't help looking his fill. He shrugged. "She'll come around. And she's not mousy. She's beautiful." Dean was a fool if he couldn't appreciate her beauty. She had smooth caramel skin, big dark brown eyes, and a plump mouth that made his dick hard. But lately, Dean was absorbed in Renee. That was fine with Seth. That meant no competition for him.

Dean grunted. "She might come around faster if you didn't already have a girl on your arm. And I wasn't referring to her looks so much as her behavior."

Seth spotted the pizza delivery guy and pulled out his wallet. "I won't have a girl on my arm for long." He extracted a couple of twenties and paid for the pizza and included a tip.

"And you don't think nailing your neighbor is a bad idea?" Dean asked, pressing the button for the elevator. The doors immediately slid open.

"Why should it be? We'll keep it casual. No feelings involved."

Dean shook his head, the dirty blonde mop on top of his head moving with him. He leaned against the elevator railing and crossed his feet in front of him. "It's too close to home," he advised. "If it goes wrong, there's no escaping it. Unless you're willing to move?"

Seth pressed the button for the seventh floor. "No, but it won't come to that. Think of the convenience," he said with a lascivious grin.

Dean chuckled. "And what will you do when you're in the mood for a different flavor?" It was no secret that Seth didn't have a preference when it came to women. He loved them all—tall, short, blonde, brunette, skinny, voluptuous, dark, light. It didn't matter.

He shrugged. "I guess I can be gentlemanly enough to sample other flavors elsewhere."

Dean choked. "You want her so bad you'd be willing to never bring another girl home again?"

Seth rolled his eyes. "You act like that's a big deal. I don't like bringing girls to my place. It encourages the surprise pop in." He shuddered. It had only happened to him once, but, damn, it had been ugly. It was an experience he did not care to repeat.

"Whatever. Renee really likes Carmella. Sure you don't want to hang onto her a bit longer?"

"Renee likes Carmella because she did her hair for free." For him, it was another red flag. Carmella was trying to weave her way into his social circle. He had to give it to her. The girl worked fast.

After Dean and Renee left he and Carmella sat on the couch but before he could say anything, Carmella straddled his lap and sealed her mouth to his. Seth let her have her way for a moment before gripping her waist and moving her off him. She landed beside him on the sofa with a small bounce. He'd debated a goodbye fuck but decided it wasn't worth the possible fallout. Besides, it would be a dick move to fuck her and then dump her.

Carmella licked her lips. "Did you want to take this to your bedroom?"

"No. Look, we need to talk."

Her thinly plucked eyebrows rose. "Really?"

He nodded. "We've been seeing each other for a while now and we both know that we weren't looking for anything long term."

"That's true," she said slowly. "But I thought things were going well."

Seth faltered. He couldn't argue that. There was nothing wrong with Carmella, but for him, it was just physical. He didn't miss her or think about her when she wasn't around. Not knowing what else to say, he told her what he would have wanted to hear—the truth. "I still don't want a relationship and if we keep seeing each other, I'm afraid someone might get hurt."

"By someone, you mean me, don't you?" She tugged the hem of her shirt, a wasted effort as the tank was so short it barely reached her midriff. When he didn't answer, she stood and glared down at him. "You don't give a damn about me, do you?"

Damn, he thought. This had the possibility of turning ugly. This is what he got for being too lazy to find someone new instead of continuing to call on a sure thing. Seth hated ugly scenes. It was another reason he avoided relationships. Too damn much work. "Carmella, I like you."

Her eyes narrowed. "You mean you like fucking me. But now you're ready to move on to someone new. Is this about that weird neighbor of yours?"

"Don't call her weird," Seth snapped. "She's shy not weird." JoJo didn't deserve to be maligned just because Carmella was jealous. The more Carmella talked, the more he realized he was right to stop seeing her.

"So it is about her?"

"No, I've never even held a conversation with her."

"What does that even mean? We didn't talk until after we fucked."

"Shit." Standing, Seth ran his fingers through his long dark hair. He was frustrated and getting irritated. "This is why I don't do commitments. I don't need the fifth degree from you, Carmella. You don't own me."

"Fine." She bent and retrieved her shoes from beneath his coffee table. She hopped on one foot as she struggled to do up the strap. "I wish you'd told me earlier. I could have caught a ride with Dean and Renee."

"I'll pay for your cab," Seth offered.

"Don't do me any favors. I'll call my roommate." Sighing, he walked her to the door. She turned back to him just as he was pushing the door closed. She smirked at him. "You know, I almost feel sorry for you. Guys like you go through life stomping on women's hearts until you get your comeuppance. In your case, it just may come in the form of your neighbor. I only wish I could be here to see her do it." She cast a glance over her shoulder. "She's far too smart to fall for a manwhore like you."

His jaw tightened. "Carmella, you knew what this was going in. Don't act like this was a one-sided thing. Or were you lying to me all along? Did you think I'd change my mind?"

"Go to hell, Seth Rollins." She tossed her hair as she whipped around and sauntered to the elevator. Rolling his eyes, Seth shut his door and locked it, glad that he'd followed his instincts and avoided one last fuck. He could only imagine how much worse that scene could have gone if they'd been naked and in his bedroom.

Next chapter is gonna be up tomorrow night, well i guess considering that it is like 3:45 in the morning over here in California i guess that would mean later today lol. Im updating this every other day basically just like last time!

See u then!