The World Has Its Shine
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I own Ryleigh and Justin.
"I can't believe all of this happened," Ryleigh breathed, sitting on the couch in Stu's hotel room.
He took a seat next to her. "Neither can I."
"At least I didn't have to fly to LA to take care of it."
"Very true. It just leaves more time for us to spend together," he pointed out with a smile.
"I like that point," she agreed, gently placing her hand on his midsection, resting her head on his shoulder, as his arm found its way around her shoulders, pulling her close to him, the top of her head against his cheek.
"I do, too." Ryleigh scooted onto his lap. Stu turned her, so she was straddling his lap. The both of his arms were wrapped around her waist. She leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his lips.
"Now, we can really start things between us on the right foot," she said with a confident smile.
He nodded. "You know, the first time you ever walked into the Nexus locker room, I had feelings for you. You're just irresistible. Do you know that?"
She grinned. "You think so?"
He nodded. "Without a doubt."
"Justin is gonna freak out when he finds out about us," Ryleigh commented, feeling a jolt of excitement at the thought of telling him.
"Really?"
"He hates George more than he has probably every hated anyone and loves you. He's gonna flip in a very good way."
Stu smiled. "Probably because he knows how incredibly well I'm gonna treat you," he replied.
She nodded. "That's a very big part of it."
"Justin's a really good guy, and he loves you."
"He's my best friend."
"Good. At least I know he's always got your back."
"He does."
The two remained silent for a few moments, just looking at each other. Ryleigh pressed her forehead against Stu's. Her hands cupped his face, as he leaned in, his lips in connecting to hers.
A knock on the door interrupted the two. Ryleigh pulled back and got up, walking over to the door and opening it.
"Holy shit. So that was insane," Mike commented, walking into the room. Ryleigh shut the door behind him.
"Yeah."
"First of all, I can't believe George was being such an asshole to you," he said, looking at Stu. "I mean, George is a pretty big guy, but I think it's obvious you could take him…I mean…seriously…"
"I'm pretty sure that he knew I wouldn't hit him because I'd end up fired," Stu replied. "And I think we all know I wouldn't want that to happen."
Ryleigh nodded. "Yeah. George thinks he's tough because he's 6'3" and 220 pounds. I mean, he's in really good shape, but not compared to Stu. He's also an idiot and likes to think he's all high and mighty, and I guess trying to provoke Stu made him feel better about losing me to him," she explained.
Mike shook his head. "What a fucking idiot. And he was banging Layla? Ugh. I mean, she's a real bitch. She's cute, but…ugh what a 'See You Next Tuesday'," he commented, referring to Layla as a 'cunt' without actually saying it.
She smirked. "She's a bitch. And she has a problem with me because she's obsessed with Stu or whatever. She can have George for all I care. Good luck to those two. They deserve each other."
"I have no interest in her at all. I want Ryleigh. I love Ryleigh. That's the end of it. No one can change how I feel," Stu spoke up.
"Aw how cute," Mike teased.
"Oh stop being a jerk face," she said, nudging him with her elbow, as she stood next to him.
Mike nudged her back, teasingly. "So, I guess we're not gonna be roommates anymore." He frowned.
"Not really. But it was a lot of fun while it lasted," she said, wrapping her arms around her friend's arm and resting her head on his shoulder with innocent affection. He shot a smile in her direction.
"It was, my love," he agreed, sweetly. "Now, listen here, Stu-ey, you better treat this woman here like she's a princess because you'll have to answer to me." He puffed out his chest, trying to seem intimidating, though it wasn't working, and he, in fact, looked more like an idiot than anything.
"Well, thanks for your warning. Trust me, I get your point," Stu acknowledged, cracking a smile. "But I can assure you, Ryleigh is going to be treated like the queen she deserves to be treated as."
Mike nodded. "You better. I don't want to have to fuck your world up, pal. And I'll do it, too."
Stu tried to cover his laugh with a cough and a nod. "Absolutely."
Ryleigh hid her smirk. "Thanks for looking out for me, but I think we'll be safe with Stu. He's a good guy."
"Alright. I'm just saying. I like to put the warning out there, you know? Just in case it's needed."
"Well, I appreciate it," she said with a smile.
He gave her a nod. "Of course."
Ryleigh let go of Mike's arm and took her seat back on Stu's lap, wrapping her around him.
"So do you think Layla and George are going to back off and leave you two alone?" Mike curiously asked.
"Well, knowing George, he probably won't just go away and leave me alone. As for Layla, I honestly don't have any idea."
"Oh really? You think George is gonna bother you two?" Mike asked. "Even though Stu knocked him out already?"
"George is more of a brute than a brain. And by brute, I mean, he thinks he's scary and intimidating. He thinks he can do whatever he wants and say whatever he wants without having to suffer the consequences of his actions. He should act like a normal man and have a little self-respect, respect for other people and just a little self-control. But he thinks that he's God's gift to the friggen world. He thinks he should get whatever it is that he wants, but that sure as hell isn't happening."
"So how the hell did you end up with him?"
Ryleigh shrugged. "When we first got together, he was sweet and romantic, and he seemed to really give a shit about me. But…you know…time went on, and things just…they changed," she explained.
Mike nodded. "I mean, I don't know Stu here that well, but what I do know is that he's not the kind of guy who would ever hurt you, you know?"
Ryleigh gave Stu a smile, before turning to Mike. "I know. Someone who makes me feel the way he does would never do what George did," she confidently said, positive that she was speaking the truth about Stu.
His arms tightened around her slightly and pressed a small, affectionate kiss to her shoulder.
"You two are really cute together," Mike observed.
"Thanks," Ryleigh and Stu spoke in unison.
"Alright. I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds to enjoy your time together," he said. "If you need anything at all, you know where to find me."
"Thanks, Mike," she said. He gave her a wink, before Mike let himself out of the room, shutting the door behind himself.
Ryleigh's eyes turned to meet with Stu's. She gave him a blissful smile. "You know, I love you, and I really would never hurt you," he assured her.
She nodded. "I know that, Stu. I trust you," she replied. "And I hope you know that I love you, too."
He smiled. "We're gonna be great together."
"We already are great together," he whispered, before pressing her lips against his again.
"I can't handle seeing those two all over each other," Layla sneered, a scowl on her so-called flawless face.
"Me neither. Ryleigh's supposed to be marrying me. This is just…" He breathed loudly. "I need her back, Lay."
"And you can have her. There's no way Stu is gonna be with her. I won't let that happen."
"Good because I won't either. And if you want Stu, then, we're gonna have to work together to split the two of them up."
She nodded. "You know you've got my cooperation," she agreed. "And we can make this happen, but we're gonna have to force them apart, you know? They're probably not gonna make it easy for us, but…we can do it."
"I'd say you could seduce Stu, but honestly, I think he's so hooked on Ryleigh right now that it probably wouldn't work."
"But we can work with that."
"Ryleigh has a shoot in two weeks, so she won't be doing the whole wrestling thing. She'll be in New York for like three days," George told her.
She nodded. "And I'll jump on that chance. I'll try to make my move on Stu when she's gone."
"And I'll go to New York to work on fixing things between us," he decided. "I'm sure once we get some time away from all of this, we'll go back to being engaged and everything will be fine."
"Definitely."
Ryleigh was backstage in the Nexus locker room, hanging out with the whole group of guys that were causing chaos on-screen but were known to be some of the nicest guys off-screen.
"So what's this photo shoot you have to do?" PJ asked the supermodel sitting on the couch.
"Victoria's Secret," she replied with a grin.
The guys whistled. "Well that definitely put a very nice image in my head," Heath joked with a grin.
"Watch it," Stu warned, giving his friend a stern look. Heath smiled sheepishly, not wanting to piss Stu off.
"Sorry."
"You always look beautiful, regardless of what you're wearing…or not wearing," Stu complimented, giving her a kiss on the head.
"Aw. Thank you," she said, blushing slightly.
"So are you two official or something?" David asked.
Ryleigh and Stu looked at each other, unsure of what to say, and shrugged. "I dunno. We're just kind of taking it day by day. We're not really rushing into a relationship right now," she replied, her eyes still on the man with his arm loosely wrapped around her. She leaned her body against his.
"Well, if it means anything, I think the two of you are really good together," PJ commented.
The pair smiled. "Thanks," she said.
"So, have either of you heard from George since everything went down?" David asked, curiously.
She shook her head. "Nope."
"Do you think that'll last?" he questioned.
Ryleigh shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. I know he's a douchebag, so he'll probably try something, but maybe we'll get lucky, and he will leave the both of us alone," she replied, truthfully.
The locker room door flew open. "Oh. My. God! You little bitch! I can't believe what I'm seeing right now!" Justin yelled, a huge smile on his face. He ran over to Ryleigh and picked her up in his arms.
"Justin!" she squealed.
"Is this the surprise? You and Stu?" he cried, excitedly.
She laughed. "Well…George and I are over, and Stu and I are…" She smirked. "We're seeing how things pan out."
"This is so amazing!"
"And Stu punched George," Mike said, sticking his head in the locker room doorway, as he was walking by, hearing that Ryleigh was telling Justin about what had been going on while he was away.
"Oh my God! Did you seriously?"
Stu tried to suppress his smile, as he nodded. "I may have had to do something like that."
"Okay, I love you!" His arms were still around his best friend. "I can't believe I've only been gone for like a week, and I've missed all of this fun. You always do the good stuff when I'm gone," he pouted.
"I know. That means you should never ever leave me again, Justy Cakes," she said, frowning.
"I left for you, you whiny bitch. So don't even go there. This is all your fault, my little lady," he defended himself. "P.S. You really are one busy woman, Ry Ry. Do you remember that movie that you were talking about doing with Mark Wahlberg and Jack Nicholson?" he asked her.
"Yeah. But I heard the whole project was falling through because Christopher Nolan wasn't gonna be able to direct it."
"Well, he is directing. It isn't falling through, and they've got this whole awesome cast lined up, and they want you to read the script and be in it," he told her. "I have it in my bag, in your locker room."
"Are you serious?" she asked.
Justin nodded. "Yes, I am."
Ryleigh pulled him in for another hug. She turned to Stu and jumped on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss, in excitement. He was surprised. She pulled back a few moments later and smiled at him. "I am so friggen excited about this," she told his. Ryleigh was absolutely beaming.
"What if you get it?" Justin dreamily asked.
"Another movie with Jack Nicholson would be amazing."
Stu grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. Ryleigh leaned her body against his.
Justin smiled. "You two are so adorable," he said. "Thank God you two are finally a thing," he breathed.
Everyone in the room was grinning at the two. There was absolutely no denying that they definitely belonged with each other. The hope was that George and Layla would not get involved in the budding relationship between Ryleigh and Stu, though they weren't too sure if that was really going to happen. In fact, everyone was pretty much positive that things weren't going to be as easy as they'd wanted, knowing that George was nicknamed the douche, and Layla was just a bitch.
"Are you worried that something's gonna happen while you're gone?" Justin asked Ryleigh, as the two were on a plane headed to New York.
She chewed on her bottom lip, contemplating what could possibly happen. "I don't really know. I hope not, but knowing George, I'm sure he's got some bullshit up his sleeve. As for Layla, I don't trust her at all, but…I mean…all I can do it trust Stu…and I do. We've only been seeing each other for like two weeks, but I really think we've got something good here," she explained.
"That guy is crazy about you."
"We're trying to tone it down a bit because we both know we're in love with each other, but at the same time…" Ryleigh paused. "You know…I just don't want anything to go wrong, but I'm paranoid that it will."
Justin frowned. "Stu won't let anything happen. He has no interest in Layla at all. And quite frankly, even if Layla wasn't a complete bitch, he's so crazy about you that he wouldn't even give her a second look."
"I hope so."
"It's true. Everyone knows it, too. Everything's gonna be fine. Besides, it's not like you're gonna be away for months, anyway. It's just a couple of days that we'll be in New York, ya know? In a couple of days, you'll be back with him, and you won't even be thinking about what that little slut is plotting," he pointed out. "And worse case scenario, I'll knock her hoe ass out. I mean I will scratch her eyes out and pull her hair. I'm not afraid of that bitch. I am not even playing."
Ryleigh laughed. "You always know how to make me smile."
Justin batted his eyelashes. "I do try my hardest."
"I love you Justy."
"I love you, too," he reciprocated. "I think you should just marry Stu or something. I would like that."
"We're not even dating yet."
"Eh, but you're close enough. You've already both admitted that you're in love with each other," he said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that we're going to be together forever or something like that. It takes time to figure things like this out, ya know? And it's definitely too soon to make any hasty comments about that."
"No, I don't know. But you know me. I don't date too much. I'm too busy being beautiful and escorting my employer slash life partner around to everything she has to do. God, I do love being me. I feel like I'm living vicariously through you, and it's nice to be the glamorous one. It's pretty sweet."
"To be honest, I really just think I should marry you," Ryleigh thought aloud. "We might never ever sleep with each other, but we would also never get divorced because we'll always love each other. And we'll always be together."
He smiled. "That's true." He paused for a few moments. "Have you thought about…ya know…spending the rest of your life with Stu?"
She shrugged. "It's still new. I don't want to be over-confident about things with him. And I don't want to jinx it."
"I know…but I don't think anything could ever keep the two of you apart at this point. You two just…you know…click."
Ryleigh grinned. "I love him. I really do. I know it's quick, but there's just something about him that immediately makes my heart beat faster. He makes me happy. I just…I'm so insane over him."
"I know. You're always happy. Since the two of you started getting more cozy with each other, you haven't cried. You haven't even frowned, I don't think. I mean, you've been the happy Ryleigh that I haven't seen in a long time, since you and George the douche have been together."
"He makes me happy all of the time. He treats me like I'm the greatest thing in the world…it just...it's like everything's perfect between us."
Justin smiled. "Aw, hunnie. Good. That's what it's supposed to be when you're with someone, and George just didn't treat you well. I'm happy you're with Stu now. He's a good guy."
She nodded. "I know."
"Hey Stu," Layla greeted, walking over to him, while he was walking out of his hotel room.
"Layla," he politely greeted with a nod.
"Where are you headed?" she asked.
"To the gym," he simply replied, as he stopped walking and turned to face her, not wanting her to follow him.
"Want some company?"
"Not particularly. I prefer to work out alone, though I appreciate the offer," he rejected her.
She pouted. "Well, what if I walk there with you?"
"Aren't you persistent?" he rhetorically asked.
Layla shrugged. "I just want to talk to you, Stu," she explained.
"That's very kind, but I really don't want to talk to you."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a troublemaker, Layla. I'm with Ryleigh now, and I know that you don't like her very much. So, I really don't want to get myself involved with you at this point," he told her.
"I don't even know Ryleigh."
"I'm aware because if you knew her, you wouldn't be so hostile towards her," he replied, wanting her to go away.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, though she didn't sound sincere.
"Well, tell that to her."
"Where is she?"
"She's going to be back in a few days. Ryleigh's in New York with Justin for a little while."
"Why?"
"She has a photo shoot."
"Oh. What's going on with Ryleigh and Justin?" she asked, obviously trying to start some trouble.
"They're best friends."
"How do you know they're not more?"
Stu rolled his eyes. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"I'm serious."
"Justin has no attraction to Ryleigh. In fact, if anything, he would have feelings for me before he'd have any interest in her."
"Why is that?"
"Because Justin's gay."
"Really?"
"Have you met him, Layla?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe."
"Alright, well-"
"Are you dating Ryleigh now?" she interrupted him.
Stu shook his head slowly. "What does that have to do with you?" he asked her, annoyed.
"Well, it's just a simple question. I mean, if you're not dating her, then, I don't know why you wouldn't be able to at least talk to me," she explained, placing her hand on her hip, a bit of an attitude in her tone.
"If I wanted to talk to you, I would. Ryleigh and I aren't in an official relationship right now, but we are together, and we are exclusive with each other. We're working towards being in an official relationship I have absolutely no interest in being with anyone else, and I care about her very, very much. Is that good enough for you?" he finally snapped. "Is there anything else you need?"
She remained silent, slightly taken aback by his tone. Stu shook his head silently and began walking towards the elevators again, hoping that she would leave him alone this time. Layla watched him and frowned. Clearly this was going to be a lot more difficult than she had planned.
Ryleigh was at her hotel, sitting on the couch. She and Justin had only arrived there a few hours earlier. There was no photo shoot until the next day. The two were just hanging out, relaxing. They had the television on and were chatting.
"You know Sports Illustrated had contacted me about having you in their Swimsuit Issue?"
"You didn't tell me that," she replied.
"Well, I told them that you'd do it," he told her with a shrug.
"When's the shoot?"
"In like two months or something," he told her.
She nodded. "Okay. I'll let Vince know about it."
"I'm really happy that you're in the WWE now," he admitted. "I like everyone there, and I dunno…it might seem like it's not the best move, but I know you're really happy there. Plus, Stu is there. And I have a crush on him."
Ryleigh laughed. "Stay away from my man."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'll back off," he pouted, jokingly.
"That's what I thought."
There was a knock on the door to the room. Ryleigh furrowed her brow and looked at Justin. "Who knows that we're staying here?" he asked her.
"Um…Stu, Vince…um…I dunno who else. It's not exactly a secret or anything," she said and stood up.
She got up and walked over to the door. She unlocked and opened it. George was standing there.
"Um…George? What are you doing here?" Ryleigh asked, confused. He was the last person she had expected to see.
"Hey Ry. I wanted to talk," he replied. He looked upset. She almost felt bad, but at the time, she really didn't care.
"Okay, but that's not happening," she said, flatly.
"Why not? We've been through so much together. Can't you just talk to me?" he asked, his voice pleading with her.
"Listen, we broke up. We'd been fighting. Things weren't working. There's nothing else we need to talk about. It's over."
"Please, just hear me out."
Ryleigh thought for a few moments and breathed loudly. "Fine. Come on, I guess, but don't try anything because I will hurt you," she warned him.
"Thank you."
George walked into the room, and Ryleigh shut the door behind him. The two walked back over to the couch. Justin was glaring at him.
"Hey Justin. What's up?" he greeted.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm just here to talk to Ryleigh. No funny business," he said, putting his hands up in his defense.
"Like I believe a word that comes out of your lying mouth, you douche. When you and Ryleigh were engaged or whatever bullshit you conned her into, I had to be nice to you, but you two are broken up now. That means I don't have to be nice to you anymore, George the Douche," Justin snapped.
Ryleigh tried to hide her smirk. George frowned. "What's your problem with me?" he asked.
"Um you treated Ry Ry like shit for a very long time, and so help me God, if she actually did marry you, I don't even think I'd be able to go to the wedding because I definitely didn't want the two of you together. So, don't even go there," Justin shot, his voice hostile. His arms were crossed over his chest and stood up.
"I love you, Justy. Can you give George and me a couple of minutes?" she asked with a sweet smile.
He breathed loudly and looked up, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. "Fine," he finally agreed. "I'll be in my room. If you need me, let me know. And you better not start shit with her because I will come back out here, and I will rip your eyes out, and I won't think twice about it."
George slowly nodded. "Well, that won't be necessary."
"Better not be," Justin quipped, snapping his fingers in front of his face, before walking into his room and shutting the door behind himself.
"Guess he's not a fan of mine," George said with a shrug, as he and Ryleigh sat on the couch.
"Not quite," she replied. "And let's be honest here, I don't really blame him, either. You weren't exactly nice to him when we were together."
"I didn't do anything to him."
"You were always a dick," she dismissed. " You had a really bad attitude towards him. Anyway, we can continue talking about this, unless there's something else that you came here to talk about."
"Ry…I'm sorry for everything that happened. I just…I love you so much, and I miss you. I'll do anything you want to fix our problems. I just want to be with you again, and I want to marry you and have a couple of babies with you. I can't handle this whole being broken up thing," he told her.
Ryleigh rolled her eyes. "Okay, well, if you weren't such a shitty boyfriend and fiancée in the first place, then, this wouldn't have happened at all. You treated me like complete shit. You pushed me and hit me. You made me cry more times than I can even begin to count. I don't know if you forgot about all of that already, but I'm really done with it all. And lest we forget, you were cheating on me with Layla for quite some time. So please, don't pull this woe-is-me bullshit," she pointed out.
"I fucked up, Ry. Big time. What I did to you was so wrong, and I swear that I regret it every single day. I'm so miserable without you around, and I know that I really need to work on things, but I need another chance to prove to you that I can be the man you need me to be. The thing with Layla didn't mean anything. It was just…I dunno. It was stupid of me. I know that. I was just…I was a really shitty guy to you, and I know that if you let me, I can be the best boyfriend you've ever had. You deserve it, and I love you so much," he pled his case, though it was falling on deaf ears.
"George, when we were together, I tried to make everything right with us, but you didn't care. Now, I'm okay. We're not together, and things are great," she replied. "I mean, I'm happy."
"But we have so much history. You can't just turn your back on that. We were together for a long time. I mean, we…we belong together."
"No, we don't."
"Are you dating Stu or something now?" George asked, accusingly.
"I'm single," she simply replied.
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
"It means I do not have a boyfriend."
George rolled his eyes. "Okay, are you seeing him or something? Are the two of you more than just friends?"
"That's not your business."
"Yes, it is."
"How the hell do you think that's your business?" she asked.
"Because we were engaged to each other. And we broke up what? Like two weeks ago? And I think I have every right to know if you're with someone else already," he bitched, standing up.
"Bull-fucking-shit. You don't have any right to know a damn thing about me anymore, but if you're gonna be a fucking pain in my ass about it, then, fine. I am seeing Stu. And funny story, actually, while you were banging Layla behind my back, I actually fell in love with him. And he fell in love with me, too. So we love each other. We're not dating right now, but we're still working on that," she shot at him, finally getting annoyed to her breaking point, as she stood up.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You fell in love with each other? That's fucking bullshit. You barely know him!" he yelled.
"I know him well enough to know that he's not some piece of shit like I was engaged to! He would never even think about putting his fucking hands on me because he's all pissed off over something that makes me happy! He would never, ever hurt me! Stu is a real man, and you're just a little boy who doesn't realize that he needs to fucking grow the hell up already!" she yelled.
Justin's bedroom door flew open. Ryleigh and George both turned to see him standing there, obviously enraged. "He put his fucking hands on you?" he asked, his voice eerily calm when he spoke.
Ryleigh looked down, opting to remain silent, which was a more than sufficient answer for him. George's eyes were avoiding him, as well.
He stormed over to them. "Get the fuck out of here, right fucking now, George, and don't you dare make me repeat myself, you stupid son of a bitch," the normally sweet guy growled.
"Ryleigh, if you decide you want to finish this conversation, when you're not being a bitch and a whore, you know my number," he spat, before storming out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind himself.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, softly.
"I knew you would be pissed off," she replied.
"We're best friends. You should know that you can tell me, and yeah, I would have been pissed. He has no right to lay a finger on you."
"I know…"
"Does anyone know about this?" he asked.
She nodded slowly. "Stu does."
"And what did he say about it?"
"He was pissed. We kind of got into a bit of a tiff when I told him. That's when he admitted that he had feelings for me…accidentally."
"Okay. Is he going to fuck up Georgie Porgie's world?"
"He wants to. George knew that Stu couldn't really go after him at the hotel when everything went down because he could end up fired, you know? And Stu doesn't want to get fired…and I don't want him to either."
Justin nodded. "So…what exactly happened with Stu? You never told me, and let's be fair, I need to know everything."
Ryleigh smiled. "We got into our little spat on the plane because of the George bullshit. We landed. The hotel lost my reservation. Mike offered to let me stay with him, but Stu stepped in and told me he had two beds, which ended up being a lie because I agreed to stay in his room, even though we weren't really speaking at that point. But of course, we made up. We were just hanging out and talking and stuff. It kind of got serious, and I kind of um…I kissed him," she summarized the events.
"You kissed him? He didn't kiss you? You actually did it?" he asked, seemingly surprised by her admission.
"Yup. And he told me that he's in love with me. So…I told him to prove it and show me," she explained.
Justin's eyes widened. "Like sleep with you?" he asked, finding himself more and more interested in the story as it went on. He sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his legs, as he rested his chin on his hands.
Ryleigh blushed. "Yeah…"
"And did he?"
She nodded and sat next to him. "He certainly did."
"Oh. My. God. That's so amazing. Is he like huge? I totally think he is. I can just tell. The nice guys usually are. Plus he's a pretty big guy anyway. Plus, I've thought about it. And in my head…it's pretty big."
She laughed. "Justin! I can't tell you that!"
"Don't pee on my parade, bitch. Please tell me. I won't tell anyone. He won't know that you told me. Come on. I know everything about every guy you ever slept with. You can't not tell me now! This is the first time I totally want to steal your man," he begged. She shot him a look. "Even though I wouldn't try to," he added with an innocent smile.
"Justy…"
"Okay. I'm not asking for dimensions or anything. Just…is he big? And big how? Like long? Or thick?"
"Both," she replied. "But that's all I'm telling you."
Justin smirked and nodded slowly. "Very nice. Was it good?"
"The sex?"
"Obviously."
"It was amazing."
"Wow. My girl cheated on her fiancée with a hot piece of ass," he squealed with excitement.
"Don't objectify him. He's not a piece of ass. I actually have feelings for him," she pointed out.
"You love him."
"He loves me, too."
"I love this stuff. It's so great. Thank God you have someone who's not a complete piece of shit now. The two of you are adorable."
Ryleigh smiled. "Thanks, muffin."
"Well, please stay with him because I like you two together."
"I want to."
"Good. And if he has a problem with that, I'll fuck his world up."
"I'll make sure I pass the message along."
"Thanks, Ry Ry."
A/N: Hiiii...Sorry it's been forever since I updated. I'm in a bit of writer's block at the moment, but I know where I'm headed, it's just a matter of getting there...plus I work a million hours a week at this point...which suckssss. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! I have my poll up until Feb. 2, so if you haven't voted yet, please do! You guys get to pick the next story I post...and out of the ten options, I'll probably end up at least making three of them full length stories...maybe more...who knows lol Anyways, I love you all! Enjoyyyy XoXoXoXoXo