Peyton read the click on the dash, four am. She was less than a half an hour from Roman's hotel. She wasn't due there till the next day. But two night if no sleep, and the urge to go knock on Baron's door, made her want to leave.
In all the years she had been with Roman she barely looked at let alone talk to another man. She couldn't understand why she wanted to go see Baron. Why when she closed her eyes she saw him. She just needed space. Being with Roman would make the thoughts go away.
Roman was already in Orlando. Peyton was going to make the drive in the morning. She hoped he wouldn't be upset she came early. She just couldn't spend another sleepless night. She felt like a teenager. She had sat thinking of reasons to go to Baron's house. She wasn't even sure if he was still home, but she shouldn't be thinking of him. She shouldn't wonder why he was single, when he would be home.
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Roman sat up in his bed. The knock came louder this time. He grabbed his phone, four forty am. The knock came again, it was louder and faster. He got out of bed grabbing a pair of sweat pants he had thrown over a chair. He looked out his peep hole. At this hour he couldn't think who would be at his hotel door. But it would not be the first time some fan had found their way. "Peyton," he opened the door. His mind filled with fear, before he could ask or get a word out. Peyton through her arms around him, "what's wrong, what happened?" Roman pulled her back in the room.
"I miss you," her voice was low. He got them to the bed.
"Hey," he realized she was crying, "what, what happened?"
"I just miss you," Peyton seemed to tighten her grip.
"Hon," Roman pulled her back. "You scared me."
"Sorry," Peyton sobbed, she buried her face in her chest. Her guilt rose. She was married, married to a wonderful man. A man who took care of her, gave her everything. She knew he never cheated. Yes, maybe he had faults but that wasn't one.
"You sure you are ok," Roman asked again. Peyton nodded, she took his face in her hands pulling him to her. She kissed him, Roman wrapped his arms around her. They fall back on the bed.
Peyton just needed to be with him. Hear him smell him, feel him. Roman hand moved under her shirt moving it up. Peyton sat up enough if him to pull it off. She inhaled as his mouth placed kisses on her stomach. His fingers finding their way in the wrist of her pants. She helped him by wiggling out of them. His breathe felt hot on her skin, his touch causing goosebumps. Roman sat back pulling her panties off. He smiled down at her. She was perfect, and his. They were each other's first love. He knew everything about her. She was his to keep and protect.
Peyton watched Roman's head lower, she grasped feeling his tongue run over her hip bone. She eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip as his tongue run over her. The groan that came from him seemed to run through her. His hand held her thighs. It didn't take long for her to lose herself. She felt Roman move over her, his lips on hers. His arm slide under her slightly pulling her waist off the bed, sliding into her. His mouth moved to her neck. Peyton hands rested on his shoulders. Roman hair fall down around as he thrust harder into her. His arm moved from under her, he placed both his hands on the mattress. "Hold on," he quickly moved her hands to the bedpost. Peyton almost screamed feeling him pound into her. His name fall from her lips as he sent her over the edge again. Peyton fought to caught her breath. Roman head went back as he released himself into her. "Damn," he muttered. Peyton stroked his hair as he laid his head on her chest. "What brought that on?"
"I just missed you," Peyton answered. Roman looked up at her.
" Well, that was a surprise," he rolled over facing her. "You sure you are ok?"
"Am now," Peyton laughed. "I love you." Roman smiled at her, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Me too."
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"I really don't want to do this," Roman looked in the mirror.
"I can send Renee a text," Peyton finished putting her shoes on.
"No," Roman shook his head, "I just don't feel like sitting at a bar. Eating crap and listening to her with that laugh."
"Hey," Peyton walked to him. "Dean is your friend, it would mean a lot to him." Roman had a meeting that morning, he came back in a bad mood. Peyton wasn't sure why. She did not ask much about his work. It just seemed that since Roman had been disbanded from the Shield, it was up and down. Changes came quick, and Roman had the spot light on him. Not everyone believed it should be.
They had been asked out by Dean and Renee. Dean hounded Roman enough were he had run out of excuses. Dean and Renee had just married. Peyton was surprised Dean actually married someone. She imagined he was very different from what he portrayed on T.V. They all were, all people had two sides.
"Alright let's go," Roman said. Peyton stomach flipped, she hoped tonight would go well. They had such a good night. And she was so happy to be with him. Her surprising him by showing up unannounced actually made him happy. She hoped being out with friend would be something fun. They never went out with anyone beside family.
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Roman and Peyton walked hand and hand seeing Renee waving. "Hey," Dean stood greeting Roman.
"Hi," Renee hugged Peyton. They all took a seat, "we ordered some appetizers," Renee smiled.
"What are you drinking," Dean asked.
"What ever lodger they have," Roman answered, Dean turned to Renee.
"I will have another marguerite."
"Peyton," Dean asked.
"Just water," she smiled, she knew Roman didn't want her drinking. Renee's smile faded. Dean went to the bar with their order. The table was quite.
"Crazy week hun," Renee smiled hoping to start a conversation. Peyton only smiled and Roman looked around.
Renee didn't know why Dean wanted to do this. Roman and Peyton never went out unless it was family. Renee hoped at a bar and a few drinks Peyton would loosen up. But that was not happening.
"Here you go," Dean sat the drinks down, "to Wrestlemania," everyone lifted their glasses. "So you ready for Sunday?"
"I hope," Roman took a drink from his beer, "guess this will be my new roll."
"What do you mean," Dean asked.
"Taker supposed to be done. So I will retire him. Than on to Cena," Peyton shifted she could hear the anger in his voice. He was compared to Cena a lot, and not happy about it. It wasn't Roman didn't like Cena he just wanted to be his own person. He felt he wasn't everything like Cena. Yes they were both huge figures in WWE. And they both we're corporate favors. But Roman felt Cena had no difference between his life and work. At every opportunity he was on T.V. Roman didn't want that, he wanted to wrestle, he didn't want to be a movie star. He didn't want a T.V. show about his life.
"Brother you knew it was coming," Dean shrugged.
"Let him and Miz fight it out," Roman shook his head.
"I hear John is proposing to Nikki Sunday," Renee beamed.
"Why not, they televise anything else," Roman took another drink from his beer.
"Where did you get married," Renee turned to Peyton, ignoring Roman's comment.
"Pensacola Florida," Peyton answered.
"You have a big wedding?"
"I guess," Peyton shrugged, "I don't have a lot of family."
"I was happy I didn't do the big wedding," Renee took her drink. Her and Dean had been married quietly with no one knowing. Peyton thought it was sweet and fit them. Dean was private and wouldn't want the world waiting and watching.
They all turned hearing famliar voices. "Hey." Renee stood," Cory," Cory Graves, Baron, and Kevin Owens walked toward them.
"Hey there," Cory stopped as the other two man walked to a table. Dean and Baron had a match and it was best if they weren't seen together. "Dean, Roman," Cory shook heads, "hi, Peyton," Cory gave her a side hug. "Enjoying your last minute of quiet before the crazy hits?" They all laughed, "have fun." Cory left joining his table.
Peyton sat trying to listen to the conversation at her table. Her eyes would glance to Baron's table. He sat facing her, she kept noticing him smirking at her. "I am going to run to the bathroom," Peyton leaned into Roman. She tried not to notice Baron watching her.
Peyton stepped out of the bathroom as she turned she ran into Baron. "Shit," Peyton yelled. Baron caught her by the arm.
"Hey," he smiled, "they will be flagging you." Peyton can't help but breathe in his cologne.
"Sorry I didn't see you," Peyton said.
"I am hard to miss," Baron laughed, "you ok?"
"Fine, just going back to my table, with my husband," Peyton nodded. Baron watched her. He knew Roman was close by. And sure if she wasn't right back he would be looking for her.
"Well, I will let you go than," Baron smiled, "funny."
" What," Peyton asked.
"We just keep bumping into each other," he smiled, Peyton noticed he looked her up and down.
"Are you flirting with me," Peyton shook her head.
"No," Baron smiled.
"I am married," Peyton pulled away from him.
"Oh I know, everyone one knows," Baron raised his eyebrows.
"Well they should," Peyton huffed, she stormed away. Baron waited for her to get back to her table. He was sure Roman noticed they were both gone. He was mad at himself. He didn't want her to think he was a creep. He just wanted her to know that he saw how thing were. And if she wanted needed it he could be there.
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Roman and Peyton drove back to the hotel in silence. Roman mind on his match and Peyton on her encounter with Baron. What man flirts with a married woman? She should have told him off. She should have told Roman but she didn't want the scene.
"I left my bag," Peyton said realizing it once they were in their room. "I don't want to leave it in the car."
"Here's the velvet ticket," Roman handed it to her.
"I will be right back," Peyton kissed his cheek.
Peyton waited for their car, it was late and there were not many people out. The sound of man's voices made Peyton turn her head. She let out a groan seeing Cory, Baron and Kevin walking through the parking lot. Peyton turned back hoping they wouldn't see her. "Guys I will see you later," Peyton know it was Baron's voice. She kept her back to him.
"Alright," Peyton could hear the disapproval in Corey's voice.
"Peyton," he stood next to her. She didn't turn to him. "Ok, I came across as an."
"Pig," Peyton cut him off. Baron smiled.
"That is a word, I am sorry. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Peyton glanced at him, "I just," he didn't know what to say. Maybe he was wrong in his thoughts, maybe he read too much into things. Maybe he was looking for there to be something wrong.
"You don't have to like my husband," Peyton said as if she read his mind, "but I would appreciate it it if you could respect our marriage."
"You are right," Baron nodded.
"Are you going tomorrow night," Peyton changed the subject.
"Hall of Fame, yeah," Baron answered. Peyton's car pulled up.
"I just need my bag," Peyton told the man driving. She reached in grabbed her bag. "I be the you clean up well," she said to Baron. He smiled at her.
"Good night, Mrs. Reigns."
