Chapter 10

"Don't talk to me!"

Roman could only blink at his angry girlfriend, wondering what he missed and, more importantly, what he did wrong. The entire ride from the arena was made in complete silence and the moment they were in their room, Roman tried breaking it by asking her if she was alright. This was her response and he was more lost than ever, questions swirling through his mind on what he could've possibly done to upset her. The last time Lennox was this angry, Roman had accidentally smashed one of her favorite coffee mugs at home and he did what he could to replace it. A coffee mug seemed rather senseless to get upset over, but once Lennox had calmed down enough to tell him why it held a deep place in her heart, Roman felt like the biggest dick for breaking it. Accidental or not. He tried his best to replace it, but couldn't find the exact replica online and even asked his mother and sisters for help since they could find anything. They also had a lot more time on their hands, though Roman never mentioned that fact. It'd been a month since that incident happened and Roman was still waiting on a miracle call from his mother or sisters saying they found the coffee mug.

"Lennox…"

A coffee mug was the LAST thing on her mind, not after the horrible night she had to endure at work. Everything was fine; she'd come to the decision not to confront Roman about the fangirl at his signing after her talk with Keyla. They were at peace with the situation, wanting to move on with their lives and relationships. That was until Lennox received a text message that made her heart shatter in her chest. She was sure Keyla felt the same way too. How were they supposed to move on and forget about the fangirls when they showed up front row and center for the show AGAIN?!

Those whores are here again – I can't believe this!

Something DEFINITELY wasn't right. Royal Rumble had been across the country in Philadelphia and they were in Denver, Colorado! These women were obsessed and it was obvious they weren't giving up anytime soon until they got what they wanted. Once again, Lennox questioned Roman's loyalty and fidelity to her, unable to push this aside as another coincidence. Just as she told Keyla – what if the fangirls were telling the truth and Roman and Jon had cheated on them? Lennox had been cheated on once and she'd be damned if it ever happened again, refusing to be blinded by the idealism of love.

"Lennox…" Roman tried again, finally stopping her from storming around the hotel room packing her bag. "Just stop and talk to me, damn it!"

"Why? So you can lie to my face again?" Lennox retorted, shoving articles of clothing left and right into the bag without folding them. She didn't have time and had to get out of here to think by herself.

Lie to her again? What the hell was she talking about? Roman had enough of this and stormed over, flipping the bag upside down to dump all of Lennox's belongings on the bed. Then he grabbed her upper arms and forced her to look up at him, the tears in her eyes both surprising and appalling. Why was she crying? What did he do to make her this angry? Roman hated seeing Lennox cry, it tore at his heartstrings every time and all he wanted to do was take her pain away. Somehow, he was the reason for her pain and, for the life of him, Roman couldn't remember doing anything to upset his girlfriend.

"I didn't lie to you and I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" His Samoan temper was on the verge of flaring and Roman had to take a deep breath to keep calm, stormy greys locked on watery violet. "You need to calm down and tell me what this is about."

The only way out of this was to be blunt, the confrontation unavoidable now. "Who the fuck is Heidi?" Lennox tried squirming away from him, but Roman had her in an unbreakable vise.

Roman looked genuinely lost and confused, the name not ringing a bell to him. "I don't know." He was being honest and the truth shined in his eyes while staring down at the honey blonde beauty in his arms he'd given his heart to.

"LIAR!" Lennox shrieked, using every ounce of strength in her body to shove him away from her and managed to break the vise he had on her arms. "You're such a goddamn liar! I can't believe you just lied to my face!"

Ducking when a boot flew at him, Roman growled when the other one hit him in the shoulder and squared his shoulders, rubbing the injured spot. "You need to calm down." He ordered, dropping his voice an octave. It happened when it was on the verge of losing his temper or turned on. "I don't know who the hell Heidi is and if you would just…"

"No – NO! I'm not gonna let you lie and deceive me the way my ex did! It's not happening! I'm smarter than that, Roman!" Lennox could barely see what she was doing while she shoved her clothes back in her bag, daring the Samoan to try stopping her.

Roman had enough and couldn't hold back his temper any longer, his face turning red through his natural tanned skin. "WOULD YOU JUST STOP FOR TWO SECONDS AND TELL ME WHO THE FUCK SHE IS?!" His booming voice resonated around the room and made Lennox jump, wide violet eyes looking at him across the room in a mixture of anger and bewilderment. "I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS! I'M NOT LYING TO YOU!"

He wanted to go down swinging and Lennox had no problem making that happen, pulling her cell phone out tossing it on the bed toward him. "Read it and weep, asshole. Watch the video too." While he did that, Lennox stormed into the bathroom with her toiletry bag to start filling it up, tears continuously streaming down her cheeks.

Thinking Lennox had officially lost her mind, Roman decided to humor her and sank down on the bed with her phone, raising a thick black brow almost to his hairline. The pictures consisted of an ebony haired woman named Heidi and most of them were with one of his many t-shirts on. They were cut up to fit her body and Roman had to admit, as a man, she did have a hell of a figure. Something about this woman started to feel familiar, but Roman couldn't put his finger on it. That was until he played the video and it was from his signing before the Royal Rumble. Suddenly, the memory hit Roman like a freight train as he watched Heidi approach his table and her lips connected with his cheek. She'd squeezed his backside and he thought she'd just been a little overzealous. Roman remembered feeling extremely uncomfortable with this woman – this fangirl – especially when she propositioned him to come back to her hotel room on a piece of paper.

There was another video, though it was only voices and he immediately recognized one of them being Scotty Vortekz. There were two other voices he was talking to and Roman immediately recognized one of the females as Heidi. When the hell was this taken and why hadn't Scotty came to him or Dean about this? How did Lennox get this video in the first place? There were too many questions and not enough answers that had to be settled before he let Lennox walk out of his life thinking of him as a cheater when he wasn't. Standing from the bed, Roman took the phone with him and stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, seeing Lennox had stopped packing to stare in the mirror.

"What do you have to say for yourself now?" Red-rimmed violet orbs met stoic grey through the reflection as Lennox stayed where she was, unable to meet his actual eyes.

"The only thing I can say. I didn't cheat on you and I never would. I don't know why this…woman said I met her backstage after my signing, but I didn't. She slipped a piece of paper to me at the signing with her hotel room number on it and the address, asking me to meet her. I threw it away and continued with the signing." Roman explained gruffly, reaching over to slide the phone back to her and stayed where he was. "You think I'd actually fuck one of my fans?"

Lennox didn't know what to think or believe anymore, taking her phone to slip it in her back jean pocket. "I don't know. I just – it's awfully coincidental how this one fangirl keeps popping up at your signings, appearances and now the shows. She was there tonight, Roman, or didn't you notice? Her and the blonde that's apparently after Moxley."

"Why did Scotty Vortekz send you a video talking to the fangirls? And why would you believe anything they said over your boyfriend? Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Lennox?" Roman sounded genuinely hurt and wondered what he would have to do to get this woman to fully trust him. "I swear to you; I didn't fuck her. And no, I didn't spot her in the audience tonight because I was a little busy doing my damn job!" If Dean knew about any of this, Roman would stick his head in a toilet, give him the world's biggest swirly and beat the hell out of him.

"They were at the damn pay-per-view last Sunday in Philadelphia, idiot! Scotty was there and overheard them talking about their sexcapades with you and Moxley!" Lennox snapped, planting her hands on her hips and glared at her boyfriend through fresh unshed tears. "Keyla asked for his help to get more information and Scotty recorded the conversation on his cell phone. If it wasn't for him, we never would've found any of this out and been left in the dark! You and Moxley didn't bother telling the women you claim to love anything about fangirl whores propositioning you for sex! Don't you think we deserve to know that kind of shit? Or did you just blow it off thinking it was no big deal that the woman in your life was being HIGHLY disrespected? No matter if you fucked her or not, you're still in the wrong, Reigns! You kept this from me, knowing my past and the amount of trust issues I have!"

Tearing a hand through his hair, Roman gripped it through his fingers and growled from low in his throat, frustration once again building at an all-time high. "I didn't think it was a big deal because it WASN'T! I threw the paper away and continued doing my damn job! I don't know what the fuck you want from me, Lennox! I try to make you happy; I try to get you to trust me and, no matter what I do, it's NOT GOOD ENOUGH! If something catastrophic happened while doing my job, yes I would tell you about it, but that doesn't crack a top 10 for me! She's just a fangirl, nothing more and there's more out there probably crazier than her! It's part of my job; I have to deal with it and so do you if we're gonna be together!"

"So you're just gonna squeeze any whore's ass and let them kiss your cheek whenever they want?" Lennox couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth and felt the overwhelming urge to slap the taste out of it, her palm twitching at her side. "I don't – I can't even – I have no words…"

Roman stopped Lennox from storming out of the bathroom past him, slamming his hand against the doorframe to block her path. "I didn't touch her ass, she touched mine and I pushed her away. She also kissed my cheek without my consent, which did piss me off, but I'm not gonna lash out at one of my fans. They hate me enough as it is, or didn't you hear the reception I got after winning the Rumble last Sunday? If they ask my permission, kissing my cheek isn't a problem for me. I'll even give them a hug, but touching my ass or dick is off-limits. I respect and love you too much to do that to you, Lennox, whether you believe it or not."

"But you didn't respect and love me enough to tell me about being propositioned for sex by one of your fans?" Lennox remarked coolly, already feeling her resolve crumbling under those hypnotic stormy greys. "There's people making comments under her video that you did meet her backstage. It's disgusting and does nothing for your image or the company's, Roman. You have to put your guard up with your fans or they will take advantage anyway they can. Hell, I'm against the cheek kissing, but clearly you're not and I can't make you not do it. You may think it's harmless to be friendly with your fans, but there's a line that shouldn't be crossed, especially when you're in a committed relationship."

Truthfully, Roman didn't mind having his cheek kissed by girls, especially when they were kids. It was cute and sweet; he felt like he had to give back all he could to the fans who made him what he was in the WWE today. Dean felt the same way, which is why he'd gotten over his skittish ways and shyness, finally succumbing to being interactive with the fans. To Roman and Dean, there were very little lines that couldn't be crossed because both enjoyed getting to know the people cheering them on day in and day out. Dean already had a following from his Independent days and Roman was quickly building his own, which was being called the Roman Empire. They had come a long way since being in the Shield and Roman wished Lennox could see the fans the way he did. She didn't though and it was causing a major rift in their relationship because now she thought he was cheating on her on with one of his fans. Knocking at their hotel room door made Roman's arm move out of Lennox's way so she could answer it, revealing an irate Jon and annoyed Keyla.

"Would you tell this stubborn ass woman I didn't cheat on her?!" Jon growled, storming into the room with Keyla hot on his trail.

"Oh yeah? Then tell this lying asshole he shouldn't keep secrets from the woman he supposedly loves and make her think he's cheating on her!" Keyla shouted, refusing to back down and couldn't believe Jon had brought their fight down to their best friends.

"I DIDN'T LIE TO YOU!"

"YES YOU DID!"

"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER ASS OR FUCK HER IN A CAR!"

"WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU, PLAYBOY?!"

Roman felt an ounce of relief because at least he wasn't the only one fighting with the love of his life over this situation. Dean didn't know anything about it just like him, so the swirly wasn't necessary. They had to get a handle on this before it blew completely out of proportion and ended their relationships both had worked too hard to build.

"Okay enough, both of you go to your corners now." Roman ordered, stepping in the middle and held his hands up, shaking his head while Lennox stood off to the side beside Keyla. "There's been a lot of miscommunication and it needs to be solved rationally without all the yelling."

"There's nothing rational about you two lying and keeping secrets from us." Keyla countered, wrapping her arms around herself while Jon continued staring a hole through her. "Those whores are here for a reason and you can't tell me differently! So either confess to what you did or get the fuck out and leave us alone!" April and Heidi showing up shook the foundation of Keyla's faith and trust in the boys, completely changing her mindset from earlier that day.

Jon wasn't leaving or going anywhere, instead stalking over to grab Keyla, flipping her over his shoulder and carted her kicking and screaming into the bathroom. "We'll be out…in a while." He slammed the door behind him, flipped the lock on it and set Keyla down on her feet before plundering his mouth on hers to swallow her screams.

Irrational and full of anger, Keyla began pounding her small fists against Jon while his tongue swirled in her mouth, keeping her pinned against the door. Jon didn't care how many times she hit him, he would never strike her and decided to let her get all the frustration out until she became exhausted. Sure enough, Keyla's fists sagged until she just clutched the t-shirt Jon had on and the tears streamed down her cheeks. Jon finally broke the lethal kiss when he heard her screaming cease and pulled back, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Darlin', I didn't cheat on you. I don't know why the bitches are following us around, but there's nothing we can do about it. They buy tickets, merch and support us." Jon took a deep breath, his temper slowly simmering down and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes remained locked. "We can't tell them to stop because then we'd have to tell every other goddamn fan to do the same thing. Throwing who I used to be in my face pissed me off because I'm not that guy anymore. I don't fuck rats anymore. Why would I when I have an actual woman in my life to fuck that I love?"

"If I f-find out you did…"

Jon pressed his finger to her lips, stopping the threat from coming out of Keyla's mouth. "You can chop my balls off and dangle them as a decoration wherever you want in our apartment." He finished, mentally cringing at that happening, but he had to say something to get her to crack a small smile at him.

It worked. "I-I'm not apologizing for blowing up at you." Keyla mumbled, feeling both foolish and unsure when it came to believing Jon. "I'm still really mad you didn't tell me about what happened at your signing too."

"Then let me make it up to you." Jon hooked his finger in the waistband of her pajama pants and pulled her closer to him, untying them slowly.

"Oh Roman…" Lennox's moan floated through the door, shocking Keyla because she didn't expect her friend to forgive so easily.

"They got the right idea." Jon coaxed, letting the pajama pants fall down Keyla's legs until they pooled at her ankles and Jon lowered with them, massaging her soft outer thighs. "This is the only pussy I'll ever need and want, darlin'. Don't ever forget that."

For the next several hours, Jon took his time pleasuring his woman and showed her with his actions just how sorry he was. Roman did the same thing with Lennox, ignoring her protests of having sex with their best friends locked in the bathroom. Jon and Keyla managed to make it back to their own hotel room during one of Roman and Lennox's intermissions before continuing their own lovemaking. Their only priority that night was satisfying their woman until they couldn't move without trembling thighs and bowlegged walking.

Mission accomplished.