Ok so this is my first story so cut me some slack. I own no WWE characters in this story. So here it is.
Chapter 1
(Layla's P.O.V)
I opened my eyes just to be met by a throbbing sensation going on in my head. "Great another hangover. I wonder who is in the shower today." I said this to myself because obviously I could hear the shower running. I kept trying to remember what happened last night after I got into a fight with Dwayne…..again. I am the soon-to-be wife of the People's Champ himself, Dwayne Johnson. I'm in love…just not with him. I care for Dwayne but I just don't love him. I'm actually in love with his worst enemy on-screen and off…John Cena. That's whose most likely in the shower." Good morning beautiful." I turned my head just enough not to cause my already throbbing head to hurt even more. "Good morning sexy." I said, it was John not much to my surprise."What happened last night?" I asked while turning my head towards the alarm clock. 2:07 pm. "Well-"John started "Holy shit" I cut him off while rushing to grab my jeans, bra, red flannel shirt, and Louboutins. I had a lunch date planned with Dwayne, not that I was looking forward to it considering what happened last night.
*Flashback*
"Babe I have an important meeting with the producers from G.I Joe, you're coming with me" Dwayne said with a sense of pride in his voice when it came to talking about his new movie. "Oh great I get to play Barbie again!" I said sarcastically not wanting to hear how I was just forced to go to lunch without even being asked."I shouldn't have to ask my soon-to be wife to go to lunch with me and a few friends." I couldn't take it anymore I was sick of being known as The Rock's soon-to-be wife. "I am still a fucking person! I just don't do what you want. If I don't want to go to lunch with you I won't!"I snapped back. I was done with being his personal Barbie doll. And what he said net was going to drive me over the edge."Well maybe if you actually took the time out of your day to actually spend some time with me you might be grateful that you're not out pimping a corner." He sneered. I walked to the bathroom door where he was standing and slapped him hard. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again you bastard!" I said and grabbed my keys and phone and walked out.
*END FLASHBACK*
(So what do you think should I continue? Leave a reply!)