I do NOT own the WWE, if I did so much would be different. For starters, the Shield would be back together and would have to do the butt wiggle Dolph Ziggler does WITH NO SHIRTS ON! *Sigh* a girl can dream can't she?

The only people I own are the OCs: Arissa and Tamari.

Any names, addresses, etc used in this story are randomly thought up in this strange mind of mine. Any similarity to any person (living or dead) is coincidental and not put in purposely.

Also I love listening to music while reading stories such as these; it honestly gives it a real feeling. For this chapter, the song that comes to mind would be GXNXVS & CVIRO- Let Me Love You or Ciara -Overdose (Dave Luxe Remix). (Once again, I do NOT own anything other than my OCs)

Thank you and Enjoy.

Long silky black hair pulled back into a man bun in the nape of his neck, light grey eyes that said confidence, determination and aggressiveness. His grey suit, matching his eyes, fitted his body to a T, no thread or button dare not to come out of place. His collared black button down dress shirt, firmly pressed as if it was a sin to wrinkle on such a man, was slightly open at the top to reveal a slight peek of the smooth, hairless chest of the godlike man. His beautiful light sun-kissed skin always looked amazing and tempting, not a flaw or hair out of place; shaved with a goatee and mustache attachment framing those desirable lips that sometimes hid his cocky smirk he would only share with an elite few.

Roman L. Reigns was the object of every woman's desire and a few men as well. He wasn't just tall, tan and handsome. He was a tower of golden nectar that several starving mouths wanted to taste. It was as if the perfect words to describe him couldn't compare to the real man, after looking into his eyes some words would sound offensive to be put in the same sentence as him. Even the older women would fan themselves when he passed by to enter his office.

"He's never gonna notice you"

I turned to the sound of the voice, seeing a pair of fake lashes and nearly a pound of makeup with the loudest shade of red on her lips,

"Can you please leave me alone Nicole." I said trying to ignore the brunette bimbo and finish filing papers into the computer.

"It's Nikki, you little nerd." She sneered, "And like I said, he's never gonna notice a little crumb like you when he can have a sweet taste of this" she said dragging her hands from her skinny hips to her straight brown hair.

It was obvious that she wanted to show off her new boob job with the buttons that she popped off her white button down that fell to her designer black knee length skirt. I glanced at my ankle length black skirt and my 'size larger than needed' white button down shirt, taking in the comparison. To people like me, who didn't care about designer clothing and high heels, we were practically wearing the same thing; mine was just more conservative while hers shouted 'SLUT'

"Why would he want a taste of penicillin and silicone?" I mumbled, glancing at her from under my black frame glasses, while looking busy.

"What was that you little bug eyed virgin?" she growled, leaning into my desk to get into my face.

I hesitantly leaned back, clenching the papers to my chest as she glared at me.

"Nikki, leave my assistant alone" sighed a rough voice,

Looking past Nicole, I saw my supervisor; Mr. Ambrose gliding his hand over his short dark blonde hair slicked back as he walked into the office. The office soon rang out a dreamy sigh as the second most handsome man walked into the floor. Mr. Ambrose did have the loveliest blue eyes I've ever seen and his rough voice wasn't something to pass up either. Around the office it was said that Mr. Reigns was the smooth gentleman ladies fantasized about while Mr. Ambrose was the rough bad boy they could change; both were classified as lady killers and that wasn't far from the truth.

After hearing Mr. Ambrose call her out, Nicole rolled her eyes while giving a snotty 'yes sir' and went back to her department on the other side of the room.

"You alright Arissa?" he asked me, stopping by my desk.

I nervously glanced up at my tall blonde hero; he always has such an amazing grin. It was like he was as carefree outside of work as he was inside. Maybe that's why I found myself more comfortable around him then Mr. Reigns.

"Y...yes…yes sir" I stutter as I tried to fix the now crinkled paper on my desk, "Thank you…..again." I grimaced biting my bottom lip.

"Don't mention it," he grinned, adjusting his tie "I like saving pretty girls from office bitches, stay sweet there sugar" he chuckled heading to his office.

I sighed again as I glanced back; to the untrained eye it would seem that I was pinning for Mr. Ambrose but I was really trying to see what Mr. Reigns was doing. From my chair with a little bit of adjusting, I had a perfect view of him while he was sitting at his desk with his door open.

The way his eyebrows came together as he concentrated was amazingly attractive in a sapiosexual type of way. Most men in his position would focus on their looks alone but not Mr. Reigns; he had a mind that broadened views of even the most stubborn and pigheaded of business men.

While in my deep infatuation, I lightly bit my lip when his eyes met mine. Turning hastily, I heard myself lightly squeak as my face turned a shade of red that would have matched Nicole's lipstick. I quickly try to play it off by "smoothing" down my sides to fix my tightly twisted bun.

'I honestly have no right to pine over him. I have as much of a chance with Mr. Reigns as a fly could to impregnate a giraffe.' I thought,

I quickly shake my head on the naughty thoughts that came to mind when the word impregnate and the mental pictures of Mr. Reigns collided together.

'This is NOT the time, nor the place to think on things of that nature' I thought, getting back to work. Or at least I tried to while praying for the work day to end.

15 unknown files, 7 reports retyped and 2 rescheduled meetings later; I was beginning to shut down my computer. I dug into my purse, pulling out my favorite lotion and the best stress reliever; sandalwood and vanilla. Humming with a content smirk on my face after the fragrance hit my nose, I went to saving all my unfinished work for tomorrow.

Once the final papers were processed into the system and the unfinished work was hidden away for my eyes only to find, I clicked on the company icon on my desktop and logged into my account to clock out.

"Hey brown sugar,"

I turned at the mention of my nickname, already knowing who it was.

"Yes sir?" I asked placing my hands in my lap, giving him my undivided attention; even though I wanted to be gone from this place already, I still respected my supervisor.

"I know you're probably ready to go but I need to see you for a sec; alright?" he said quickly retreating back to his room without waiting for an answer.

Sighing regretfully, I picked up a notepad, a pen and my tablet I used for both work and home before heading to Mr. Ambrose's office for whatever reason. Before making it over the threshold, I was lightly shoved back as he came out of his office and walked to Mr. Reign's door.

"Come on sugar, he won't bite" he chuckled, entering the office.