This is a fanfic romance involving AJ Styles of the WWE. I in no way own or claim ownership of the WWE, any of it's products, or anyone employed by the WWE. This is a work of fiction and is meant only for enjoyment and appreciation of the WWE and those that are employed by the WWE. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Looking around the single room of her studio apartment, Skie Peterson let out a soft sigh. This was her new home, in a new town, in a new state. The walls were a plain slightly off white, her sleeper sofa up against one wall, sitting on it, and looking to her left she would be looking out the floor to ceiling windows. Looking straight she would see her 32 inch smart tv that was given to her by her brother as a moving gift. It sat upon an old wooden coffee table with her gaming consoles below it. Semi worn hardwood floors covered by a plush purple rug gave the otherwise colorless room a splash of bold color. If she were to look to the right she would see a small table with two chairs and her kitchenette. Just barely enough room for her to cook. There was a walk in closet, a full bathroom, and a small pantry. This was a far cry from the three bedroom two and a half bath house she used to live in with her now deceased husband.
Her mind briefly flashes back to five years ago when she got that fateful knock at the door. Seeing the two men in the dress blues of the United States Marines she knew before they said anything. Her husband of ten years was dead. At 33 years old she was a widow. Shaking her head, mahogany waves teased her back from the ponytail she put her locks in to keep them off her neck. Emerald green eyes refocusing on the present. She played her cards right with the life insurance she received from the Military, savings that she had from her previous occupation as a high school history teacher, and the sale of that home, and now she knew she could take her time figuring things out. Grabbing her phone she checks the time and with a soft sigh she stood her five foot six inch frame up and headed to the bathroom to shower.
As she dressed, Skie took note of the twenty extra pounds she put on over the last five years. She knew on some level she probably should lose the weight, but she was comfortable. Dressing she chuckled at the size eight black skirt she wore as part of her uniform, along with a larger black button down shirt that she left the top half of the buttons undone exposing the white tank top underneath. With her hair blown dry into shiny waves that tumble over her shoulders and almost halfway down her back. Slipping on her black and silver ankle boots she grabs her purse, keys, phone and heads out locking the door behind her. Grateful for being on the first floor she made her way to her car and headed to the little diner on the outskirts of town.
As she drove her mind wandered, thinking about what she might be doing now if things were different. Then her mind went in another surprising direction. Would she ever find something that was half as good as what she had with her first marriage. She was happy, and thought herself to be in love. Thoughts of using current technology to meet someone bounced around her thoughts. The debate ensued as she didn't really know anyone, yet she didn't really go out or put herself out there. If she did use a dating site or app she would be able to meet people, but then there was the creepy idea that they might just try to get a hook up. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts as she pulled into the parking lot and parked her car, killing the ignition she then grabbed her purse and phone along with her keys and she made her way in.