FRIDAY
Seth couldn't help but snicker at the sight of Rosie as she entered catering. Granted, she looked smoking hot in that pink mini skirt but she clearly felt out of place. She constantly pulled down on the skirt as if she tried to make it longer. He knew she would never have picked that skirt on her own.
"She looks so lost that it's almost adorable," Roman said.
"How much do you wanna bet Randy made her wear it?" Seth asked.
To the skirt she wore a Randy Orton shirt that had had a tough fight with a pair of scissors. A fight the shirt had clearly lost with how revealing it had been cut. Once again Seth was sure it was Randy's doing. He put on a smile and waved at her. She sighed in relief as she hurried towards the table and sat down next to him, happy to hide away her almost naked legs under the table.
"You look good," he said.
"I look like a ring rat," she said.
"Some people are into that," he said.
"And what are you into?" She asked.
She gave him a little, twisted smirk which he repaid with one of his own. Despite the failure in her wardrobe, she was her normal self that he always loved spending time with.
"Oh, we're playing that game this early?" He licked his lips. "I'm still waiting for you to stop by my room so I can show you."
"You still haven't directly invited me," she said.
"Why aren't you single, Rosie?" He sighed in longing.
"Why aren't you single?" She let out the same sigh.
"Why do you always only flirt with him and never me?" Roman pouted.
"Because I'm not attracted to you," she said.
"Break my heart, will you?" Roman pretended to be hurt.
Seth slapped Roman's shoulder and turned his attention back to her.
"How do women walk around all day and never bend over?" She asked.
"Why do you wear that skirt when you clearly don't like being in something that short?" He asked.
"Randy said I looked good in it," she said.
"Did he actually say that or did he just tell you to wear it?" He asked.
"He... Ehm... He suggested I changed my wardrobe a bit. It's not a big deal," she said.
"Yes, it is. You're letting him change you into something you don't like and it's not right. He always pressures you and makes you do all kinds of things you don't want to. When is it gonna end?" He asked.
"Stay out of it, Seth," she said.
"I can't. You're my friend," he said.
"Well, in order to maintain our friendship, I'm gonna walk away before we get mad at each other," she said.
She stood up and he grabbed her hand before she could walk away. He placed a soft kiss on the back of it while looking into her green eyes before letting her walk away. He watched the back of that pink skirt before moving his eyes to her medium brown hair. As much as pink was her colour, he hated seeing her so uncomfortable.
"How long are you gonna do this?" Roman asked.
"Do what?" Seth asked.
"Pretend not to have feelings for her," Roman answered.
"I have a girlfriend," Seth reminded him. "You've met her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, name's February."
"Don't give me that attitude," Roman shook his head. "I know both you and Rosie are in relationships but you're drooling all over each other everyday and if you would just be honest with each other, February and Randy would be single, but both of you would be happy, in love and together."
Seth slumped back in the chair, suddenly feeling as lost as Rosie had looked when she walked in a few minutes earlier.
"I don't wanna hurt her," he said.
"Rosie or February?" Roman asked.
"February. She's a sweet woman. It's just..." He sighed.
"You're not in love with her," Roman finished the sentence.
"Not anymore, no," Seth said.
"At least you don't live together so it can be a clean break up and you can let her down gently. You don't have to be an asshole which I know you won't," Roman said.
"It's just hard," Seth said.
"I know," Roman patted Seth's hand. "Let's get out of here."
"Yeah, just a second," Seth said.
He walked to the table with food and drinks and started the fancy coffee maker to make a cappuccino. Roman couldn't help but smile behind Seth's back. He knew where this was heading. Rosie had left catering without anything and Seth knew she could hardly function without her morning coffee.
"All good?" Roman grinned.
"Don't start," Seth said.
"I wasn't gonna," Roman said.
They walked out of catering and Seth's smile grew as he saw her heading towards catering again. He met her halfway and handed her the cup.
"Uh, you make it impossible for me to be mad at you," she said. "My hero."
"Wanna come watch us train?" He asked.
"I wish," she rolled her eyes. "Stephanie loves this stupid skirt so now I'm going out to buy her one along with whatever else she apparently can't live without in her wardrobe."
"It sucks being the boss lady's personal shopper," he said.
"You have no idea. I don't even get why I have to be on the road for this job but she's so scared she'll miss out on some new fashion from another state," she said. "I'll see you later. Thanks for the coffee. Freaking love you for it."
She blew a kiss in the air and hurried down the hall. The last thing he saw was her having a hand on the skirt, trying to pull it down again as it bounced up due to her running.
"At least he didn't make her wear heels," he said.
"She's always so full of confidence around you," Roman said.
"I know," Seth sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if she's two people in one. He's breaking her slowly and it's like she's given up and just let him do it."
"So tell her," Roman said. "Before he asks... No, let me rephrase that. Before he tells her to move in with him."
"Do you know something I don't?" Seth asked.
"Dean overheard him say to Hunter that it's about time that she moves into his house and they start a family," Roman said.
"Fuck, no!" Seth shouted before lowering his voice again. "If he gets her in his house and if he gets her pregnant, she's never gonna get away."
"So what are you gonna do about it?" Roman smirked.
Many hours later that pink skirt along with the rest of Rosie's clothes was lying on the floor. Although she was happy to be out of it, she knew it wouldn't be the last time she would wear it.
"Here comes the tiger," Randy said in his dark voice.
Why he thought the tiger was a turn on, she never understood. She just let him say it since it made him feel more wild and animalistic. He climbed up her body, caught her lips and pushed into her at the same time. His thrusts were hard as always and she let out the false moans she knew he liked hearing. She had learned to play the role as the perfect girlfriend a long time ago. He suddenly stopped and sucked on her earlobe. She tensed up, knowing he wanted something when he did that one little trick he knew always made her melt.
"I wanna try something new," he said.
"What?" She asked.
"Turn around," he said.
He pulled out of her and sat back on his knees.
"Just like we talked about," he said.
"I don't think I want that," she said.
"What? Are you backing down on your promise now?" He frowned.
She had never promised anything. She had said she would think about it but he always turned it around like that.
"I don't think it's for me," she said.
"How will you know unless you try?" He asked. "Come on, turn around."
The bossy tone was back and as always she did as he told her. She turned around and stood on all four. He moved behind her, grabbed a handful of her ass and lined his dick up by her asshole.
"Wait? Aren't you gonna use some lube and prep me first?" She asked.
"I'm not sticking my fingers inside your ass. That's just gross. And my dick is already wet with your pussy juices," he said.
"But..." She said.
"Just fucking stand still!" He sneered.
"But what if it hurts?" She asked lowly. "Do you promise to stop if it hurts?"
"Yeah, sure, I promise," he said. "Now stand still, damn it!"
She more than stood still. She froze. She gritted her teeth from the pain as he started pushing in. He got halfway in before her body acted natural to the pain and tried moving forward and away from it. He held on to her hips to keep her there.
"Almost there," he said.
"Please, it hurts," she said.
He gave one hard push to get all the way inside and she let out a cry. He pulled back again, only to push forward again, not caring about her crying.
"Fuck, it's good!" He moaned.
"Randy, stop! It hurts!" She begged.
"Just let me finish first," he said.
"Stop!" She cried.
She tried moving forward again while her legs pushed backwards. He followed her movements and soon she was lying on her stomach, trapped between his heavy body and the bed. He kept thrusting, grunting like a pig in her ear, while she bit down on her own hand to stop herself from screaming. Her tears landed on the pillow under her head but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. She knew it was the latter. He didn't care. He never cared. As long as he got his way, that was all that mattered.
"Fucking love this ass!" He roared as he came. "Fuck, yes!"
He held still for a few seconds, chuckling lowly in her ear before placing a kiss on her shoulder and pulling out of her.
"No offence, babe, but I'm gonna go clean my dick," he said.
He disappeared out in the bathroom and shortly after the water started running. She laid there frozen and stared into the wall. Her tears had stopped falling but the pain was still there. The water turned off shortly after and he came back. He crawled down behind her and placed a hand around her waist.
"Goodnight, babe. Love you," he whispered.
He started snoring five minutes later. She waited another five minutes to be completely sure he was sound asleep. She gently moved his arm from her waist and got out of bed. She put on her panties and found a knee long dress in her already opened suitcase. She grabbed her purse and left the room.
There was only one place she could think about going and only one man she wanted to see. She knew he would never deny her or judge her. She took the few painful steps to the elevator and rode up to his floor just above the one she was one. Another few painful steps until she was in front of his door. She knocked on it, hoping he was still awake. He opened with an annoyed look on his face but that quickly turned into concern when he saw her red face.
"Rosie? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Can I spend the night here?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered.
He stepped aside and she walked into his room, dropping her purse on the floor without a care.
"Why are you limping?" He asked.
"It hurts," she answered.
She made it to his bed and laid down on her side. He hurried towards her and laid down on the other side so he could look her in the eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that was hurting so badly in that moment.
"What hurts?" He asked.
"It's embarrassing," she said.
"You can tell me anything. I won't laugh," he said.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her as close as he could while still being able to look her in the eyes.
"Oh god, Seth, I'm so stupid," she started crying again.
"No, he's stupid," he said. "He's been hurting you for a long time now and something happened tonight to make you finally step away from him. I wanna know what it is."
"He didn't stop," she whispered.
"Stop what?" He asked.
"When I said no," she said. "He didn't stop."
"That son of a bitch!" He growled.
