Seth moved closer as Roman giggled almost like a schoolboy in love. He knew only one thing could make Roman giggle like that and he looked over Roman's shoulder to see the message on his screen.
"Since I can't have the real Roman Reigns, I'll settle for you."
"When are you planning on telling her?" Seth asked.
Roman quickly put the phone down as if he had been caught stealing it but then sighed and moved it back up.
"Everything I've told her about me is true," he said.
"Except for the fact that you are the real Roman Reigns," Seth said.
"I only lied about my last name," Roman said.
"It still doesn't make it right. How have you been avoiding sending pictures of yourself?" Seth asked.
"I've sent her pictures of one of my far out cousins. He has long hair too," Roman said as if it made the lie better.
"God damn it, Roman," Seth muttered.
He walked around the couch and sat down next to Roman.
"Don't you think you should at least give her a heads up before tonight?" Seth asked.
"I don't know how," Roman admitted.
"Just tell her," Seth said.
"It's hard, Seth. I've been lying to her for 8 months now. When I first started chatting with her, I never thought it would be anything more than a few hours of me killing boredom. I never thought I would actually fall in love," Roman said.
"You're meeting her in, what? 5 hours?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, at a little diner. She knows I have front row tickets and backstage passes for the show tonight. She thinks I won them in a radio competition," Roman answered.
"Tell her!" Seth demanded.
"I will," Roman nodded. "When I meet her."
"What? No! Before, Roman!" Seth barked.
Roman took a deep breath as he parked the car close to the diner. It was a place on the edge of town, far away from prying eyes he hoped, somewhere he could finally meet her. He looked down as a text came through.
"When will you be here?"
He smiled as he imagined her being just as nervous as him.
"Two minutes and guess what."
He left the car and crossed the street. He could see her sitting in there with her face turned down. She looked just like every picture she had sent. Natural, curvy, light brown hair flowing down to the middle of her back.
"What?"
Just one word. It was time to come clean. He sent her an answer before moving towards the door.
"You can have the real Roman Reigns."
Her face looked confused as he opened the door. By the sound of the bell from the door, she looked up and her face turned pale white as she watched him walk in. Despite feeling nervous himself, he put on a smile and walked straight over and sat down across from her.
"Hi Phoebe," he said.
"You have got to be shitting me!" She blurted out.
"Surprise," he let out a little nervous laugh.
"No fucking way!" She wasn't smiling at all. "No, I am not doing this!"
She practicually jumped out of the booth and was out of the door before he even got up to follow. She was quicker than expected and he was surprised that she just chose to run out but he followed, catching up with her outside even though she tried to make a run for it.
"Phoebe, wait!" He grabbed her arm.
"Eight months, Roman!" She shouted. "All you had to do was telling me who you were! You lied! I trusted you! I told you all my secrets!"
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meet women who doesn't just want me for my name? I never meant for this thing to go beyond that first night we were chatting but it did and guess what. I'm not sorry! When you told me three months ago that you had fallen in love with me, I became more happy than ever," he said.
"You could have told me back then or any time leading up to this meeting. Instead you continued to lie. What was it all about then? The thrill of the game? Or did you just need a back up plan in case you chickened out and wouldn't show?" She asked.
His jaw dropped a little before he managed to pull himself together again.
"It was never about that," he said.
"I told you everything. For fuck's sake, I even told you a whole lot of dirty shit. Things I would never have told you," she said.
"Things I was planning on making good use out of knowing," he smirked.
"So you're planning on fucking me and dumping me? Thinking you could play me so good and that I would turn out as any other fangirl you've been doing this to and just jump into bed with you?" She shouted.
"No!" He shouted back.
She shook her head and spun around to get away. She didn't get to take many steps before he was there again, grabbing her arm for the second time to turn her around.
"Everything I told you about me is true. I really am in love with you," he said.
"I don't believe a word you say," she said. "You fucking ripped out my heart. Are you happy now?"
He knew that no words could make her believe him so instead he chose to let his actions speak for him. He pulled her in and kissed her without warning, hoping she would understand he was being honest.
"If you walk away from me now, you'll rip out my heart too," he said as they broke apart.
"This is a nightmare," she muttered as she looked towards the sky.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ticket and backstage pass he had for her. He placed them in one of her hands and closed her fingers around it.
"I get that you need to let this sink in. Just come tonight. The show is in a couple of hours and I really wanna see you there. I swear this is not a game or some trick. Please, Phoebe. Just think about it," he said.
She nodded and then turned around and started walking without a word. He watched her go while he crossed the street again to get back to his car. He knew he had messed up big time. Seth had been right all along. He should have told her.
"You're back early," Seth said as Roman entered the arena. "It didn't go well?"
"Far from," Roman sighed. "She wasn't happy about me lying."
"I told you so," Seth said.
"Please, don't do this right now, Seth. I know what an idiot I've been. Can't you just be my friend right now?" Roman said.
"Of course. And maybe see this as a good thing. I was scared she would fuck you in the bathroom of the diner when she learned you were the great Roman Reigns. Guess she's not a ring rat," Seth said.
"I already knew that. She's a real woman. She's mine," Roman sighed. "Or at least she's supposed to be."
30 minutes before the show started, Roman tried calling her. She didn't answer and he hadn't expected her to either. He just had to try.
"She's still pissed off?" Seth asked.
"I guess so. I just hope she's sitting out there," Roman answered.
"Guess you'll know soon enough," Seth said.
"Never been so happy about opening the show before," Roman said.
Roman and Seth got a huge pop as they opened the show. They were set to go against The Bar. As they stood at a ring post each with their fists raised in the air, Roman scanned the front row where friends and family of the wrestlers always sat.
"She's not here," he said lowly to Seth as they moved to a corner together.
"Shit, I'm sorry," Seth said.
"It's alright. Gotta focus on the match now," Roman said.
No matter what Roman felt inside, he was a professional in the ring. He pushed his feelings aside and delivered perfectly as always. It wasn't until they were back in the locker room that he seemed to fall apart again.
"It's not the end of the world," Seth said.
"I just wish she would have showed up," Roman said.
"Okay, get yourself together," Seth pulled out his phone. "Give me her full name and phone number."
"What do you need that for?" Roman asked.
"A little thing called the internet. I'm gonna google her and see if her address shows up," Seth answered.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Roman smiled a little.
"Because I'm the smart one," Seth chuckled.
40 minutes later Roman sat in his car, staring up at her house. Seth was indeed the smart one when it came to this. The light was on behind the curtains so she had to be home. The question was whether or not she would want to see him. He had to at least try or he would never find peace inside. He was in love with that woman. He had been talking with her for eight months. He couldn't just accept defeat right away. He locked the car and moved towards her house, swallowing before knocking on the door. She looked surprised when she opened.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Well, you didn't come to the arena so I had to come here," he answered.
"You can't just give me a ticket and expect me to forgive you," she said.
"No, and in a way I'm actually glad you didn't just give in. I've been thinking tonight and if I ever had any doubt about how you would feel when you found out, I now know for sure that you're not just a fan ready to jump on the opportunity," he said.
Her fingertips drummed on the door for a few seconds before she stepped aside.
"Come in," she said.
He hurried through the door, scared she might change her mind if he hesitated just for a second. At least he was inside now. That was one step closer. He took off his shoes and jacket before following her.
"Congratulations on winning tonight," she said as she moved towards the livingroom.
"You watched the show?" He asked.
"Of course. I always watch. You know that," she answered.
"I just thought you might be too pissed off," he said.
"I still enjoy watching everyone else," she said.
"Damn, that hurt," he chuckled a little. "Guess I deserved that."
She sat down on the couch and he quickly sat down next to her.
"Do you get why I'm mad?" She asked.
"I do. Seth's been chewing on my ass all evening but I already knew beforehand. I was just so scared you'd reject me or not see me for who I truly am," he said.
"And who are you truly?" She asked.
He took her hand and gently caressed it.
"I'm just a man meeting the woman I fell in love with online and even though I didn't start out well, I'm hoping you can forgive me this one time," he answered.
He smiled nervously at her as he watched her. She repaid him with a little smile on her own.
"You know, you're only entitled to one major fuck up when it comes to me and you've already used that before we even started," she said.
"I won't fuck up again," he said.
He pulled her close and kissed her, enjoying how her tongue brushed against his. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair while he grabbed her waist and pulled her up to straddle his thighs. The kiss quickly got heated, almost as if they had been together for a long time, but when she started slowly rolling her hips to push her crotch against his, he had to stop it. Not because of the erection she gave him but because she deserved more than this.
"Not like this. Not here," he leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm not gonna fuck you on the couch like you're a ring rat I just need to get off to."
"You've done a lot of those?" She giggled.
"Once or twice before. Are we really getting into that now?" He asked.
She giggled again before moving her mouth to his neck and biting down on it.
"God damn it!" He panted and squeezed her ass. "Truth be told, I haven't been with anyone since we started talking and I'm about ready to tear your clothes off and have my way with you in every way I can imagine."
"Either your imagination doesn't run deep or you're planning a month's vacation here," she teased.
"Did you just challenge me?" He pulled her head out and grinned at her. "Oh, you're in so much trouble now!"
She shrieked as he managed to rise up and throw her over his shoulder at the same time.
"Bedroom!" He demanded.
"Down the hallway, second door to the right," she said.
She lightly bounched up and down as he carried her down there. Her feet didn't meet ground again until they were inside the bedroom. As soon as he put her down, his hands grabbed the hem of her crop top and pulled it over her head.
"Nice," he smirked.
She countered by grabbing his tee and pushing it as far up as she could reach, letting him finish the job.
"I agree," she smirked too. "Nice."
He chuckled as he pulled her in for another kiss. His fingers worked the zipper on her skirt and slid it down her legs. He moved up to work on her bra while her fingers worked on his jeans. As he slid the bra down her arms, she had to let go off his now opened jeans and as soon as he let go off the bra, he finished the job with his jeans himself, pulling them down along with his boxers. He quickly worked his way out of the clothes, remembering to get his socks off too. When he stood up straight again, she wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking him while leaning in to kiss his chest.
"Damn, girl!" He muttered.
"You like that?" She smiled against his skin.
"Your fingers are magic," he said.
He bowed his head down to kiss her while placing a hand over her hand to feel how she moved it up and down on him. He finally stopped her and moved her hand away before guiding her down on the bed. He grabbed her panties and got her out of them before lying down next to her.
"If you knew how long I've dreamed about this," he said as he ran a hand through her hair.
"Probably as long as me," she smiled.
He moved close to kiss her. His hand left her hair, ran down her spine, over her ass and in between her legs. She lifted the leg on top enough to give his fingers room to move. She moaned as he started thrusting them into her slowly and her hand found his dick once again. For a while they laid there, kissing and touching, simply enjoying each other.
Her moaning increased, indicating she was getting close, and he didn't want her to cum. Not yet and not like that. He pulled out his fingers and chuckled as he heard her whine a little.
"Easy, baby girl, I got you," he said.
He placed a hand on her hip and pushed her down on her back. He moved in between her legs, pushing into her slowly, feeling her tense up as he filled her up.
"Shit!" She hissed lowly.
"You think you can handle this?" He teased as he started thrusting slow.
"I won't break, Roman," she laughed.
"You won't?" He smirked. "You sure about that?"
He started thrusting faster, making her moan again. She felt and sounded way better than he could have ever hoped for. He went at it for a little while, once again feeling how she got close, and once again stopping and pulling out in time.
"For fuck's sake!" She whined.
"What?" He grinned.
"You're an idiot!" She hissed.
He moved up on his knees, placing his legs on either side of her left leg. He twisted her body around a bit while he lifted her right leg up on his shoulder. He leaned forward and placed his dick at her entrance, teasing her with only dipping the tip inside.
"Roman!" She whined.
"I'm an idiot, you say. You want me to stop then?" He asked.
"Don't you dare!" She gave him a hard stare.
"Say the magic word," he laughed.
"Please," she begged.
He pushed forward, filling her up again and thrusting fast. She moaned out loud again, begging for more between her moans and he gladly gave it to her. Her right hand moved in between her legs, playing with her clit while he continued fucking her. He couldn't stop staring at her hand, enjoying the little extra show she was giving.
"Please, Roman!" She begged as she started tensing up again. "Please, don't stop!"
This time he didn't stop. He wanted to feel her come undone. He kept thrusting, watching her as she came, her body still locked down tight while he kept thrusting through her orgasm. As her hand moved away from herself, he thrust into her two more times and then came too.
He held still, still sitting on his knees with her leg up, just watching her lying there all spent and beautiful. When she finally opened her eyes and smiled, he gave her the widest grin he could, pulled out of her and lowered her leg. He moved down to lie on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows while kissing her.
"That was one way I imagined it," he chuckled.
"Idiot," she laughed.
"Hey, you challenged me and I'm not about to back down. You're so gonna get it," he said.
"Seriously, how long are you planning on staying here?" She was still laughing.
"Three days if you'll let me. I have to get back on the road Friday," he said.
She looked up at him in wonder and with a little smile on her face.
"You really wanna stay here for your days off?" She asked.
"Of course," he smiled widely. "I told you I'm not playing around when it comes to you. My heart is yours, Phoebe."
"Well, that's fortunate since I kinda lost my heart to you too," she said.
"Only kinda?" He chuckled.
"It's yours," she said.
He gave her a peck before moving away from her and pulling her out of bed.
"Shower?" He asked.
"Yes, please," she answered.
She led the way from the bedroom to the bathroom. Once under the warm water she stood with her arms around him and her head leaned in on his chest.
"So how is this gonna work with you always being on the road and such?" She asked.
"Like any other relationship. We'll see each other when we can. I'll visit here or have you fly out to meet me somewhere," he answered.
He placed his hand under her chin to lift up her head enough to look her in the eyes.
"I'm not gonna lie. It's gonna be really hard and not everyone is cut out for this sort of life. We have to trust each other completely and we can't keep things bottled inside. There's always gonna be rumours going around about me, just like crazy fans will lash out against you once they learn about you, and I want you to talk to me about it. If you don't think you can handle it, I want you to say it now because I don't think I can handle it further down the line," he said.
She smiled and placed a soft kiss on his chest.
"I'm not gonna see you much," she said.
"Unfortunately not. I'll do whatever I can though," he said.
"It's alright. I waited eight months just to meet you. I think I can handle the days apart. Will you call me when you're on the road?" She said.
"Every fucking night," he promised.
