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Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE nor Roman Reigns, but I do own my charecters and the storyline. Thank you and enjoy this added chapter: Quiet Obsession.
Oh and of course, the songs for this 'chapter' are as followed:
1. Crazy in Love by Miguel
2. Quiet Lies by Matthew Mayfield
3. Sex and Candy by Maroon 5
4. Say it Right by Nelly Furtado
5. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado ft Timberland
6. Obsession by Zayn Malik
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[Crazy in Love- Miguel]
Hastily turning his head to the sound of the door closing, Kendrick quickly slid his phone facedown under the pillow behind his back. As he casually entered the living area of the room, the light brown skin wrestler smiled at his girlfriend returning from her favorite Chinese restaurant.
"Sup baby" he smirked, placing a kiss on her forehead; before retrieving his food from the bag.
Vaguely backing away from him, Naima sighed at the feeling of Ken's warm lips previously pressed on her head. Clearing her throat as he went to sit at the table; the young woman strained to smile but was only able to put up a façade of one, through the scandalous memories clouding her mind.
Uneasily rubbing her fingers over her lips, she expected the motion to sooth her worries. Disappointingly it only made her feel the guilty taste of the forbidden man sink into her skin like lousy lotion.
"Hey babe, I'm...gonna go wash up," she softly murmured before clearing her dry throat again, "I spilled some stuff…and I need a shower." Naima faintly smiled, hoping Ken wouldn't question her.
Without hearing a reply, she walked into the bedroom. Turning to close the door, Naima jumped at Kendrick surprisingly coming into the room with her. "Sweetie, what are you doing?" she yelped, backing away from him again.
Raising the side of his mouth in a half mischievous smile, Ken chuckled. "I was…I was hoping I could join you baby." He suggested, shrugging his shoulder.
"That's alright, love." She cooed, going to the closet to gather her clothes "You go and enjoy the food; I know you're tired from tonight."
"You sure?" Ken asked as he sat on the bed. "I mean, I know we've barely had any time to ourselves with everything going on. But that doesn't mean I don't care," he sighed, flipping his dreadlocks back.
Pausing her hands at her boyfriend's words, Naima's stomach churned with guilt; quickly she swallowed the heavy lump in her throat before answering him. "It's alright baby, I know you're working hard to fulfill your dream. And I understand that sometimes we have to sacrifice spending time together so you can get further with the company." She said, hiding her tear-filled eyes in the darkness of the closet; away from Ken.
"It'll be worth it in the end" she sighed, turning her head to wipe away the tears from the edge of her eyes.
Feeling him place a kiss through her hair, Naima clenched her eyes closed as she held in a whimper at Ken's soft touch. "You're too good for me Moe. Love you" he whispered, before leaving the room.
At the sound of the television coming from the front room, Naima took the chance to finally take her shower; uninterrupted. Locking the door behind her, the guilt filled woman quickly turned the water on; letting the room fill up with steam.
[Quiet Lies-Matthew Mayfield]
After removing her clothes, she threw them to the farthest corner of the room; reminding herself to burn them later. Leaning onto the counter, Naima held her arms around her shivering form. The heat of the room could easily be compared to a sauna, yet the chill up her spine made her feel otherwise. Eventually entering the shower, Naima barely flinched at the scolding water on her trembling body.
Scrubbing her brown skin red, the frustrated woman hurled the loofah against the tan tile of the shower wall; fed up with the hateful attempt to remove the damned feeling from her body. As she let the now warm water cascade over her, the emotions bottled up inside finally spilled out. Warm tears from her hazel brown eyes joined with flow from the showerhead, hiding them. But she knew they were there.
Biting her bottom lip, she could still taste the warm liquid slide down her throat. The mental image of his mocking smile decorating his face as he looked down at her; accompanied by the glisten of his intense eyes
Those beautiful grey eyes that froze her the moment she first saw him.
"Damn it" she sighed, running her fingers through her wet hair.
Hissing at the tender feeling on her scalp as she brushed her hand behind her head, Naima bit her bottom lip, frustrated at the reminder of how tightly his hand pulled at her short hair. Gently treading her hand downward to the nape of her neck, she moaned at the tension of her aching muscles. She was hurting all over, the physical she could deal with but the mental was another issue. Focusing on the easiest one, she slowly rotated her neck to the left then right; gently massaging out the kinks. As the water trickled down her body, Naima lightly shifted her legs; letting the warm water flow down between her thighs. Sighing in content on how the water felt, she inched closer to the showerhead; finally relaxing.
Letting the water flood within her cupped hands, the previous stress washed away down the drain once she thought only about her and the relaxing water; splashing it to her face. Naima turned away from the rhythm of the water, letting it massage her back and ease her mind.
Lightly rubbing her hand to her shoulder and down her arm, Naima nuzzled her lips together at the pleasing tingle as she tenderly lifted her breast in her palm; gently squeezing it. With a small arch in her back, her hand shadowed the drops of water down her stomach to teasingly ghost over her inner thigh. A light moaned passed though her lips as she stretched to touch her toes. Rising back up, her fingers slowly feathered her skin; from her ankles until they were clasped together above her head, arching her back once more. The water flooded her hands, letting small rivers like veins flow down her biceps; the feeling was peaceful but familiar. Reminiscing on memories she tried to forget, Naima held her head in between her hands as his words rang in her ears
"Answer me Naima, can you take it?"
"Yes….yes I can take it Roman"
The peace she sought for was broken, the feeling of disgust in her returned. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts on the unexplainable and passionate moment between her and Roman, Naima's breath quickened as the visions raced through her mind over and over again like a broken record. Remembering every word and action; how her body shook at the demand in his baritone voice, the fire burning in his eyes as his fingers deepened inside her…..the salty taste of his essence still lingering in her mouth.
Gently placing her forehead on the warm tile wall, Naima sighed deeply in regret and irritation at the sudden throb between her thighs. It was wrong to want him. It was disgusting what he did to her. It wasn't who she was…but she had to admit.
It turned her on.
The predator glare in his eyes, the ruthless aggression he showed when he forced her to the wall, the way he mercilessly pleasured her with only 2 fingers; resulting in the best orgasm she's ever had. Ken was always a gentle lover, he's never roughened her up during sex or even showed her an aggressive side of himself; it was as if he thought she was made of glass, gentle and smooth.
She's never minded that before, since Ken was her first. But…now, this new foreign feeling was awakened in the brief moment of passion between her and Roman.
Lightly shifting her thighs, Naima bit her bottom lip at the fantasy that began playing in her mind. His large hand faintly trailing down her back, following the drops of water
Sighing out as his chiseled chest pressed up against her back, while his fingertips created small circles from her hip to the inner part of her thigh. Using her own hand, Naima leaned forward as it softly mimicked Roman's own fingers. Spreading her legs as she exposed herself to the showerhead, her small fingers attempted to give her pleasure just as his did. Sucking on one finger as her other hand increased its speed; the brown skin beauty couldn't hold back the vision of the large Samoan behind her.
The fire in her belly grew as her thoughts on the caramel skin man continued to spin around her mind, making her briefly lightheaded. Feeling the heat rise up within her, Naima nuzzled her lips together; slightly upset that her fingers couldn't satisfy the yearning ache that Roman created, but she'll damn well try.
Gasping as she pushed her fingers further, Naima's body began to move with each stroke until her knees buckled together. Her nails scratched at the tile wall, searching for something to grab a hold to as her second orgasm neared its peak.
"Oh God," she whispered, breathing heavily at the antics she continued on herself.
She's touched herself before, with only thoughts of Ken…..but when she thought of him. She could feel her toes curl.
Thrusting back as she felt the pressure build up, Naima could only whimper until her head slowly fell back with a whisper on her lips once she felt release.
"Oh Roman"
Licking her trembling lips, Naima struggled to open her haze covered eyes. She wanted him, almost as bad as he wanted her. His point being proven by his lustful actions earlier, but she would never admit it out loud. Never would she confess that in only a few short minutes alone, he had her hooked on something she's had a slight taste of.
Jumping at the sudden knock on the bathroom door, Naima lightly pressed her forehead to the sweating wall; attempting to clear away the hot and heavy fantasy.
"Baby…you ok in there?" Kendrick asked; concerned on why she was taking so long.
Biting the edge of her lip as she turned to lean on the wall, Naima thought on the next words to utter from her lips.
"…..I'm fine sweetie…..Just fine." She lied as she tried to regulate her breathing; holding her arms around her shivering body.
Just fine was all she could say…...this quiet lie would be alright for now.
[Maroon 5- Sex and Candy]
Groaning as the morning light nearly blinded her from the window, Naima lightly massaged her forehead as she laid on the couch.
Last night after getting out of the shower, she tried going to sleep on the bed with Ken. But no matter how much she tossed and turned, she couldn't get the nagging shameful thoughts out of her head. Deciding to watch t.v in the living room, not to disturb Ken; she laid awake on the couch, hoping the infomercials would take her mind off things.
Tragically it only brought more thoughts about Roman to her puzzling brain. Hearing the alarm go off in the bedroom, Naima glanced back before briefly closing her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
After hearing the door close, Naima rolled her eyes open; not bothering to move from her position on the couch. Usually Kendrick's soft kiss to her forehead could calm her storms in an instant, but not this time. The only lips she thought about were the ones that roughly kissed her last night.
As she sat in the patio seat on the balcony, Naima sighed as the smoke escaped her nose; flicking away the ashes from the cigarette in between her fingers. Ruffling the hoodie for a little air, she made sure the sleeves covered her fingers to the knuckle; so she didn't have the smell of smoke surrounding her when Ken came back from the gym. Snuffing out her second cigarette, Naima couldn't help but go from one vice to another by biting her nails. She hoped the troubling thoughts would leave her when she watched the sunrise, it was beautiful but it just made her think about having sex on the balcony. It was all she could think about. Sex, sex, sex!
Because of one stupid mistake, she was now one track minded…..truthfully two track minded. Sex and Roman,
Lighting up her third cigarette, she shook her head before placing it in the palm of her hand. 'What the fuck is wrong with me' she thought taking a small puff. Questioning her options on what to do with her time as her cigarette burned away, Naima glanced at her buzzing phone. Seeing the caller ID state it was an unknown number, she answered it anyway out of curiosity.
"Hello, this is Naima Martin. How can I help you?" she answered, thinking it was a previous client.
"Good morning Ms. Martin, how are you doing?" the feminine voice asked,
"Fine and you?" Naima nervously replied, putting out her cigarette.
Before answering the voice chuckled lightly, "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. Ms. Martin, this is Stephanie McMann. I was calling regarding about your resume that somehow found itself on my desk."
Naima sat up at the name mentioned, glancing at the phone screen wondering why was Kendrick's boss calling her at this time in the morning about a resume she didn't place down.
"Ms. Martin, I have to say your resume is impressive. I was recommended to you by a close friend about a job that we are offering at the WWE. Since our previous physical therapist has requested assistance, we've needed another one on staff and I was wondering if you'd like the position?"
Stunned by the phone call all together, Naima cursed under her breath; remembering what Ken said about her being on the road with him last night.
"Ms. Martin, if you'd like to we could schedule a meeting later on today, regarding the hours and the offered pay. That is if you're interested." Stephanie added, hoping to sweeten the deal
Shaking her head, the young woman sighed with her hand over her eyes.
Placing the phone down, she replaced it with another cigarette; needing the nicotine now more than ever.
"What did I just get myself into?" she questioned, gazing at the view before her with circling questions in her mind.
[Nelly Furtado-Say It Right]
"Alright, everything looks fine. But your scapula and shoulder joints are very tender; I would recommend wrapping it as well as placing a heat pack on it to soften the muscles around it for the time being. Hopefully then I can massage any kinks out it for you. And you should be right as rain after that." I smiled, pulling off the latex gloves; tossing them into the trash bin by the wall.
Grunting as he moved to the edge of the dark burgundy massage table, Cesaro chuckled as he got to his feet. "I'll try to remember that sweetheart, thanks" he said, lightly rotating his arm as he left the small room.
'Like he'll listen, he'll probably wrap it with tape and be back in the ring for his match next week' I thought, shaking my head as I wiped down the table with a germ-x wipe. 'At least I'm getting paid'
It's been 2 weeks since Stephanie talked me into accepting the job, on short notice I might add. But with the quick adjustments and negotiations, I agreed to sign onto the WWE as their second physical therapist; with an added bonus for starting the same night. There wasn't too much to do, majority of the time I was asked to examine and probe to see if something was broken or not. At lot of times it was just a strained muscle that needed tender attention, but try explaining to wrestlers that they would have to sit out on a match that they believed would be their big break.
'Yeah, a break in a bone' I thought reaching into one of the pockets of my scrub pants for my phone.
It's been a quiet couple of weeks and something I've needed, it gave me space away from Ken to breathe and freedom to clear my head of ….certain thoughts. I haven't even seen said guy since that night; and I have to say…I'm enjoying the distance.
"Break time" I chuckled, putting in my earphones as I closed the door to my small but able room.
[Promiscuous-Nelly Furtado]
Turning up my music, I could feel my hips move to the hypnotic drums of 'Nelly Furtado –Promiscuous' as I walked the halls. Normally backstage would be clear as the sky on a summer day, today wasn't any different; which left me to a private dance party of one to catering.
Flipping my new bra-strap length ombre Senegalese twists to the beat, the sight would be something you'd see in a music video; originally where I got it from. I was enjoying my new job, whenever Ken would leave me to stand backstage during his matches I grew so bored that my phone was filled with games. Now I had something to do and getting paid heavenly for it,
"Promiscuous boy, you already know that I'm all yours. What'chu waiting for?" I sang out, not watching where I was going; resulting in me bumping into what felt like a hard wall. "Oh shit, I'm sorry" I quickly apologized, taking out my earphones; pulling my twists from my face.
"No harm done baby girl," he chuckled, smirking down at me.
The one person I hoped to NOT see; was now standing right in front of me. Roman Reigns.
[Obsession-Zayn Malik]
Still smirking at the familiar young woman, Roman glanced down at her attire before finding himself staring into her hazel eyes as she did his. "Nice moves, practicing for something?" he smirked, folding his arms over his chest.
"Not really," she replied, slowly inching away from the tall Samoan. Without her heels on, the man towered over her short 5'3 height. Wearing something similar to what she saw him in that night; Naima couldn't stop herself from squirming as she clenched her thighs tightly together. To not find the man attractive in the simple get up with his hair pulled back into a bun was as difficult as the last time.
Attempting to compose her fidgeting under his playful stare, Naima felt a familiar chill creep up her spine as certain memories began to replay.
"What'chu nervous for?" he questioned, lightly cocking his head to the side; pouting his lips out
"I….I'm not" she stuttered, continuing to inch back "I just…I need to…get back to work" she mumbled, turning around to take off down the path she came.
"The kid did say something about you working in the med room." He chuckled again, sneaking up behind the woman.
Jumping at the heat on her ear from Roman's lips, Naima quickly turned around to swat him away. Only to have her arm caught by his hand, "Can't keep your hands off me, can you?" he whispered deeply before pressing his lips to her fingers. "All you have to do….is ask baby girl" he advised, slowly sliding the tip of his tongue out; guiding her index finger to his lips.
Hastily yanking her hand away from him, Naima could feel her body tremble at the sudden small space between them. "I'd ask you to go to hell Reigns" she hissed, standing her ground against the intimidating man.
"I'd rather go to that heaven in between those thighs," he challenged with a wolfish grin on his lips, "You liked it too."
"Shut the fuck up" Naima sneered, pushing her hands on his chest; hoping to create a longer distance between them. "I didn't want your disgusting hands on me you pig!"
Placing a hand over his heart, Roman shook his head "Ouch, you cut me deep Naima. And here I thought we could be the best of friends" he cooed, grabbing her hand again. "Since I am doing you a favor by training the kid; and not telling anyone about our…relationship"
"You're fucking crazy; there is no relationship between us." The woman fumed, meeting Roman's glare with one of her own.
Jerking her closer by the arm, Roman chuckled deeply "Keep telling yourself that, but you and I both know….you enjoyed every minute I had my fingers inside you."
Raising her top lip in disgust, Naima balled up her fist; wanting nothing more than to smack the smirk off his face. Seeing the brown shade beauty get riled up by his words turned him on more than the first time he saw her. Wanting to test her patience further, Roman wrapped his free hand around Naima's waist; pulling her onto him.
"And I know for a fact, you wished it would've went further than it did" he tempted as he slowly guided her to the wall, pushing her against it. "You did say you could take it" Roman taunted, licking his lips.
Clenching her teeth, Naima grunted as she jerked her body towards him; hoping to push the strong man from her "Get the fuck away from me Reigns. And if you ever mention that mistake to anyone, I'll make you regret it" she hissed between her teeth.
Lifting her arms above her head, Roman tightened his grip as he placed his face inches away from hers "What are you gonna do about it?" he growled, pushing his body onto the resisting woman, "Don't threaten me Moe, you'll regret it"
"Don't you dare call me that!" Naima raged, hearing him use her nickname.
Lightly kissing her cheek, Roman smirked before placing another on her neck; just below her ear "You prefer me groaning your name, like I did in the elevator?"
"Fuck you Reigns" she snapped, nudging her chin down to move him from a sensitive spot.
"Let's go then" he retorted with a grin, yanking Naima from the wall.
Planting her feet, Naima struggled to stay where she was; not wanting to go anywhere with Roman. "What the hell are you doing?" she questioned, knowing the answer.
"You offered" Roman shrugged with one arm wrapped around Naima's waist. "I was only obliging to what you wanted. I was gonna be a gentleman and let you pick the position, but now I'd rather fuck you from behind; but then that would block me from seeing those sexy lips." he teased, lightly touching her bottom lip with the tip of his finger.
Not being able to take anymore of his game, Naima thrashed against Roman until he let go; making her fall on her ass. Huffing as she flipped her twists from her face, Naima sneered at the smirking man crouching down to her level.
"Fucking sexy when you're mad" He teased, still smirking at the angry woman. "Ya done fighting me?" Roman asked, holding his hand out to help her up.
Slapping his hand away, Naima stood to her feet before pushing him down "Go back to that hole you crawled out of" she spat, walking away before she did something that might cost her job.
Chuckling as he watched her walk away, Roman leaned on his knee as he enjoyed the view. "Only if you come with me" he deeply mumbled, smirking at the plans forming in his mind.
