*Here is my new Roman Reigns story. I was trying to wait till I finished You Have My Whole Heart or at least Circumstance but I couldn't resist. I wanted to write it now. I hope that you enjoy it.*
*Contains sexual content*
"Hey, Roman," says my friend Dean as I zipper up my gym bag after throwing my wrestling gear into it. "I'm hitting the club down the street with a few of the other guys. Do you want to come with us?"
"Hell yeah," I say, "I'm always ready to go to the club," I say as I grab my gym bag and throw it over my shoulder. You could say that I live the fast life. I'm a single guy, no responsibilities and I am on the road almost every day of the year wrestling for the WWE and after a crazy show I like to let loose and find a couple women and have some fun. I am all about fun and partying. I'm only 29 so I have to live my life while I can.
"I figured you would," says Dean with a smile. "I heard this is the best club in Chicago."
"We'll find out," I say as we leave my locker room. We walk to the parking area and throw our bags into our rental car. "Who all is going with us?"
"You, me, Bo and Del Rio," he says. It is usually us four that go out after the shows. Our ex-friend Seth used to come too but now he's too good to hang out with us when he's hanging out with the boss. It's cool though more drinks and women for me.
"Awesome," I say as Dean drives us to the club down the street.
We pull up and it doesn't look like it's the best club in Chicago but it looks like it's packed. Looks can be deceiving so we give it a try. Dean parks the car and we walk up to the bouncer. He high fives us, asks for an autograph and then stamps our hand so we can get it. We walk in and the party is off the hook. The music is blaring and the lights are flashing. There are groups of people dancing out on the floor and groups of people hanging at the bar taking shots. We're escorted to the VIP section where we meet up with the other guys. They already have their drinks ordered and are already drinking. I take a seat and ask the waitress for a couple beers and some shots so we can do some shots. I flash a smile to her before she goes off to get our drinks. I watch out on the dance floor and check around the bar to see if there is anyone that catches my eye. I see a few candidate ladies. "See anything you like?" asks Dean.
"I'm looking at that girl over there in the dark blue or black halter dress," I say pointing to a girl wearing a dress that is either black or blue I can't tell from the distance. Her hair is red and it's hanging down to her shoulders. She's sitting at the bar having a drink by herself.
"Mr. Reigns," says the waitress taking my attention away from the red head at the bar.
"Call me Roman," I say with a smile as I take my beers and she lays down the shot glasses. "Take a shot with us.." I say as I look at her name tag, "Missy."
"I am not allowed to drink on the job," she says.
"Oh come on," I say. "It's just one shot. Your boss will never know besides I could buy this place in a heartbeat."
"All right," she says nervously as I hand her a shot glass filled with tequila.
"Relax, Missy," I say. "It's about fun tonight."
"FUN!" yell my friends as we all take a shot.
"See it wasn't so bad was it," I say to Missy.
"No, Mr. I mean Roman. I have to go," she says.
"Wait," I say as I grab her hand gently. "You see that girl down there at the bar with the red hair?"
"Yes," she says.
"Give her as many drinks as she wants," I say as I give her my credit card. "It's on me."
"All right," she says as she takes my credit card with her.
"You're opening a tab for someone you don't even know?" asks Bo.
"It's what I do," I say, "besides money is nothing. I got enough." I have been able to bring in a pretty decent income over the last few years of my wrestling career. The more popular I got the more merchandise I sold and the more I sold the more money I got. It wasn't a big deal. I watch Missy as she walks over to the bar tender to tell him that I opened a tab for the red head. They both look up to me and I wave. I watch as the bar tender gives a drink to the girl in the dress. She tries to turn it away at first but he points up to me. She looks up at me and flashes me a smile. She is absolutely beautiful. I smile back at her before she turns away to drink her drink. I watch her a little while longer before I decide to go down to her. "Watch me work my Reigns charm," I say with a smile as I take a swig of my beer before walking down to the bar. I walk over to her and say, "Is anyone sitting here?" I point to the empty seat next to her.
"No," she says with a smile. "Thanks for the drinks."
"No problem," I say as I take a seat. "I'm Roman. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"Emma," she says. "Nice to meet you too."
"So what are you doing here all alone tonight or is your boyfriend joining you?"
"No boyfriend," she says with a smile. "We just broke up yesterday."
"That sucks. He's an idiot."
"You don't even know him," she says.
"Any guy that breaks up with a woman like you is an idiot."
"You're just saying that," she says as she blushes.
"No I mean it," I say. "You're beautiful. Any man that lets you go is a fool."
"Thank-you," she says as she blushes some more. "And what about you? Where's your girlfriend?"
"I don't have a girlfriend," I say. "My life is complicated. I can't do the girlfriend thing. I am away too much and it's not worth the drama."
"I see," she says.
"I'm all about having fun," I say. "You look like you could use some fun."
"I'm good," she says.
"Come on. Let's go dance," I say. She shakes her head no. "Please," I say.
"All right," she says with a smile. "You have some pretty eyes."
"Thank-you," I say with a smile. "So do you," I say as I look into her green eyes. "So let's go dance."
"Okay," she says as she gets up off of the stool. She follows me out onto the floor. The music is blaring so loud but I can't make out the words to the song. She puts her back to me and I start grinding on her from behind. My hands wandering all over her body as they find her waist. I hold onto her waist as I grind against her and she grinds back. She turns around to face me after a while and wraps her arms around my neck. I continue to grind on her and getting closer to her as my breath is on her neck. I softly kiss her neck as we dance. The club has gotten a lot hotter and our dancing has gotten hotter. She reaches up and kisses my lips. I kiss her back and my tongue enters her mouth meeting hers. We share a long passionate kiss before she breaks it. "Come back to my apartment with me," she says. "If you want to."
"I want to," I say with a smile.
"Good," she says with a smile. I wave to my friends as we leave the dance floor. We grab a couple drinks before we head to her place. As we ride in the cab we can't keep our hands off of each other. My lips against hers and my tongue entangling with hers. My hands wander up her dress and find her breasts. I massage them as I feel her hands reach my pants. Her hand slides into my pants and she grabs my manhood and starts to gently rub it. I am ready to take her in the back of the cab as I grow hard from her soft touches. I feel her lips smile as she feels my hardness in her hands. The cab pulls up to her building. We fix ourselves up before we get out of the cab. I pay the cabbie and tell him to keep the tip before following Emma into her building. She leads me to her front door where I kiss her once more. She struggles to find the key and once she finds it she rushes to open the door. She shuts the door behind us and locks it before throwing her purse onto the floor. She kisses my lips again and presses her body up against mine as she leads me to her bedroom. She leads me over to her bed and I lay her down onto the bed. I quickly remove my shirt as she slips out of her dress. Her body is as beautiful as she is. I unbutton my pants and quickly kick them off before I lay my body on top of hers kissing her lips and then trailing soft kisses down her body. She moans out as I kiss her. I stand up to remove my boxers freeing my erection. "I don't have a condom," she says.
"It's okay," I say. "I do. I am always prepared." I never go to any club or bar without a condom with the thought in mind of bringing home or going to a woman's home. I don't want children and I don't want any diseases. It's always better to be safe than not. I pull a condom out of my pants pocket, rip open the foil and put it on. I spread her legs and lay my body on top of hers and enter her slowly. She gasps as I enter her. "I'm sorry," I say before I start to move. She moans out as I pick up my pace and make my movements harder. I continue having sex with her until I can't resist the urge anymore and release myself. I grunt out in pleasure as I fill the condom. As I finish I remove myself from her and kiss her lips gently. I stand up and remove the condom. I tie it and throw it in the trashcan in her bathroom.
I walk back into her bedroom and grab my boxers to put on before I grab my pants. "Are you leaving already?" she asks.
"I probably should," I say. "I have a show tomorrow night and I need to get a work out in in the morning."
"I can give you another workout," she says with a smile.
"No. I have to go lift and what not. If I'm ever in Chicago again I will give you a call. What's your number?"
She pulls a piece of paper out of her nightstand and grabs a pen. She scribbles down her name and her phone number. She hands it to me and says, "call me any time. I had a good night with you."
"I had a good night too," I say with a smile as I grab my shirt to put back on. "If I'm in Chicago again I'll give you a call."
"All right," she says with a smile. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here tonight?"
"No I'm going to get a cab and go back to my hotel. I need to get some sleep and if I stay here I won't sleep."
"That's the point."
"I need my sleep," I say. "I will call you some time," I say. "Bye."
"Bye," she says as she watches me walk out of her bedroom. I feel bad for leaving like that but I don't want anyone to get attached to me or anyone getting the wrong idea. I have my life set and planned the way I like it. I don't need anything or any distractions keeping me from what I want to do with my life. You can call me an asshole if you want but it is what it is. I have a life plan and none of it includes girlfriends, wives, children or whatever people do in committed relationships. I like the life I live without all that. I'm free to do what I want.
The cold crisp Chicago air hits me as I wait outside for a cab. It finally pulls up and I climb inside. I tell the cabbie which hotel to take me to and he starts off down the road. I get back to my hotel room exhausted and ready to go to sleep. I toss Emma's number into the trashcan in my hotel room because the chances of me remembering her next time I am in town are pretty slim. I change out of my pants and my shirt into a pair of sweatpants and get into bed. I do feel bad for the way I treated Emma but it had to be done that way. Maybe if I ever try to settle down in life I might be able to find her again but I'm not counting on it. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
The next morning I am woken up by loud banging on my door. I figure it is Dean with my stuff or Dean wanting me to go to the gym with him so I moan as I get out of bed. I stretch as the cool sun shines in the window. I yawn on my way to the door. "I'm coming!" I say as the banging continues. I unlock the door and open it. Instead of seeing Dean standing at my door I see a little girl that is dressed in a purple bubble jacket, a matching purple hat with her curly dark brown hair hanging down. She is wearing purple gloves and has on a pair of blue jeans. She is holding some type of doll in one arm and holding onto a suitcase with the other. She looks up at me with dark brown eyes; dark brown eyes I have seen before. "Can I help you?" I ask confused. I have no idea why there is a little girl standing at my door.
"Are you Roman Reigns?" she asks.
"I am," I say. "Do you want an autograph?"
"No," she says looking at me.
"Then how can I help you? Are you lost?"
"No I'm not lost at all," she says looking at me.
"Okay," I say as I suddenly feel awkward standing at my door without a shirt on in front of a child that is no older than 8 years old. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Maybe," she says.
"Okay," I say as I grab my jacket to put on over me. "Do I know you?"
"No."
"Do you know me?"
"No," she says.
"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to knock on a stranger's door?"
"My mom is dead," she says.
I feel like a jerk and say, "I'm sorry. I didn't know but didn't anyone ever teach you it's not safe to knock on a stranger's door?"
"You're not a stranger," she says.
"But you don't know me."
"Yeah but you're not a stranger," she says looking at me with her big brown eyes, "you're my dad." My heart stops at the words.
*A/N: So what did you think? Please review. And is it a keeper or no? And how is Roman going to react to this news?
