Chapter 11
Lilianna was halfway to the hotel when she received a text from Liliya, letting her know everything was fine and thanking her for leaving. She thought it was quick considering Liliya relished the few times she managed to find Seth Rollins alone, but thought nothing more of it. Sending a quick text back letting Liliya know she just got to the hotel and would talk to her tomorrow, Lilianna headed inside up to her room. They had separate rooms because Lilianna needed her space right now, wanting to be alone. She didn't want to take her anger out on Liliya either and Liliya understood, not taking it personally. Trudging up the backstairs since she hated the elevator, Lilianna pushed open the door on her floor and turned the corner, halting.
"What the hell are you doing here, Randy?" She demanded irritably, already feeling the anger consuming her again and pursed her lips together. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
Randy sighed heavily and pushed away from the wall, staying where he was since he didn't want to be on the receiving end of another knee to the balls. "Look, I just wanna talk. I know you don't want to hear me out, but…Christ Lilianna, we were together for a while…" He didn't know what to say to make her understand and hoped he could use his charms to soften those cold hard golden brown eyes.
"What's your fucking point? You made it perfectly clear you don't want to be with me and you're right. I don't want to hear anything you have to say because it's not worth my time. You're wasting yours by standing outside my door waiting for me too, just so you know. I refuse to invite you in." Lilianna couldn't believe the audacity of this prick and wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her, her fists clenching at her sides while her bag hung on her shoulder. "And I know how long we were together, asshole."
"Why are you being like this?" Randy demanded, taking a step toward her and held his hands out in complete surrender, mystic blues full of regret. "I'm trying to apologize and you won't let me. You're hurting me, Lili…"
"I told you NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" She raised her voice with each word that came out of her mouth until it was nothing more than a scream, startling Randy. "GO AWAY! I want NOTHING to do with you! I want NOTHING from you! You broke my heart, you shattered my trust and mortified me in front of people who mean most to me! Just GO!" Lilianna hated that tears were stinging her eyes, but she would not let them fall. "And you're not hurting nearly as much as I am."
"Lilianna, please…" Randy couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to touch her, but she instantly recoiled, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm sorry…"
Lilianna wiped the tear away, fighting the rest of them back and began trembling from head to toe. "No you're not." Her voice cracked under the pressure of holding her emotions back. "You're just sorry you didn't have the guts to tell me you didn't want to get married. You're just sorry you couldn't have your cake and eat it too. You're just sorry you're known as the biggest douchebag in the WWE nowadays for everything you've done – not just to me either. That regret is going to eat you up and I hope it devours you whole because I never want to be with you again. I never want to see you, but I have to because we work together. Make no mistake about it, I hate you, but I'm professional enough to leave our personal issues outside of the company. And I hope you can too because, if you can't, you might end up losing what I feel you love most and that's your career. Now leave. I have nothing more to say to you, Orton."
His blood boiled at the way Lilianna talked down to him, but Randy had to pick his spots with her carefully and tonight wasn't the right time. She'd realize she still loved him eventually and come crawling back begging for forgiveness. He would keep pushing Lilianna little by little until she finally crumbled and realized she couldn't live without him. Randy was cocky and confident, thinking he was god's gift to women all over and soon Lilianna would come to terms with that fact. Until then, he would respect her wishes and leave her alone for the night, deciding to wait another night to fight a war he would win in the end.
"Good night, Lilianna." He said quietly, turning and walked down the hallway with an evil smirk curving his lips, already formulating a plan in his mind.
Shaking her head, Lilianna slipped the key card in the slot and pushed open her hotel room door, slamming it shut behind her harshly. Instantaneously, the tears began pouring down her face like two rapid streams and she crashed to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. Violent sobs tore through her entire body from head to toe, ripping her apart from the inside out and Lilianna didn't know how to stop them. She didn't know how to get rid of this intolerable pain that refused to vanish and it was slowly killing her. Her anger had gotten more dangerous since coming back to work and Lilianna was scared she'd end up hurting someone in the ring, especially one of her friends. Granted, Eva Marie deserved every bit of the beating she gave the whore every time they stepped in the ring together, but Lilianna had too big of a heart and didn't want to hurt anyone – good or bad.
"Maybe coming back to work wasn't the smart thing to do." She whispered solemnly, once her sobs came under control again and wiped her tears away, slowly pushing herself up to stand. "Maybe I do need to take some time off to get over this."
Deciding a bath was in order, Lilianna began undressing and tossing everything she had on in the corner until she was just clad in her bra and panties. A hot bubble bath with a bottle of wine is exactly what she needed to take the edge off. Walking over to the mini bar in her hotel room, Lilianna found exactly what she wanted and didn't bother with the tumbler, heading into the bathroom. She started the water and slipped out of her bra and panties, tossing them behind her before cracking open the bottle, the cork bouncing off the mirror. Luckily it didn't shatter it. Lilianna added lilac scented bubble bath as the bubbles overtook the water and stepped into the hot liquid with her bottle of wine, letting more tears flow. She just needed something to soothe her and the hot water seemed to do the trick because the tears stopped shortly.
Why couldn't Randy leave her alone? Hadn't he done enough damage and caused enough pain? Why didn't he want to marry her? What was wrong with her? Was she not good enough for him? Was Lilianna even the marrying kind or was she destined to be alone for the rest of her life? If he didn't want to marry her, why hadn't he said something sooner than the day of and made a complete fool out of her?
All these questions and more ran through her mind, breaking her heart all repeatedly because she didn't have any answers. Randy wouldn't tell her the truth, he would just try to get back in her panties and truthfully the yes and no questions were answered with resounding no's. Lilianna felt worthless, unwanted and unloved, wishing she could crawl in a hole and never come back out again. After staying in the tub over an hour and consuming half a bottle of wine, Lilianna began feeling numb, deciding to step out so she didn't fall asleep in the water. Wrapping a towel around her body, Lilianna pulled a white cotton robe on and tied it around her waist, brushing her teeth while leaving her hair alone. She didn't care how it looked right now. Just as she stepped out of the bathroom with the bottle of wine in hand, a knock sounded at the door, golden brown eyes narrowing slightly.
Who the hell was bothering her this time of night?
If it was Randy coming back for round 2, Lilianna planned on making him regret it and stalked over to the door, ripping it open angrily. Soft grey eyes met blazed brown and all the rage drained out of Lilianna's body at the sight of the 6'3 265 pound Samoan Adonis standing before her. What was Roman Reigns doing here? Whatever the reason, at least it wasn't Randy Orton and Lilianna simply stared at him, noticing a sheepish smile cross his handsome face.
"May I come in and talk to you for a minute? I know it's late and…" Roman trailed off, noting her drenched hair and the way it clung to her shoulders, the robe not doing anything to hide her curves either. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you…"
"You didn't." Lilianna assured him softly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and pushed open the door wider. "I just got out of the bath. Come in if you want."
"Are you sure?"
"If I wasn't, the door would be slammed in your face by now." Lilianna retorted swiftly, walking away from the door back inside the room and knew Roman would follow, hearing the door close a few seconds later. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go change really fast."
"Take your time." He rumbled quietly, watching her walk into the bathroom closing the door and looked around the room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
3 minutes later, Lilianna reemerged in a black camisole with black cotton shorts that hugged her backside nicely. Roman noticed the blood red strap beneath the black and knew it was her bra, fighting back a groan of lust. Any color looked amazing on Lilianna, but there was something about the color red on her that stoked his internal fire. Roman had to keep calm and in control because he didn't come here to get her panties, not yet anyway. That would come in time hopefully, if he played his cards right.
"Do you want something to drink?" Lilianna asked cordially, already heading over to the mini bar to grab a tumbler.
"A beer, if you've got it."
Grabbing his beverage of choice, Lilianna joined him on the bed and tossed him the beer, filling the tumbler with some wine. She refused to drink straight from the bottle in front of Roman. The last thing she wanted was for Roman to think she was an alcoholic. Roman cracked his beer open and took a long swig, trying to keep his eyes from devouring her visually, especially those beautiful smooth soft looking legs. Lilianna had already given Roman a slow scan and couldn't believe how perfect jeans looked on his body. He wore a black short sleeved polo shirt that had the top buttons undone, showing just a hint of his smooth muscular chest. His long black hair was pulled back in a low tail at the nape of his neck, the tattoo on his right arm only turning her on further. Roman Reigns was a beautiful man, there was no doubt about it, but Lilianna had to keep reminding herself of what happened the last time she mixed business with pleasure.
"So what are you doing here, Roman?" Lilianna decided to break the silence between them, running the pad of her thumb around the rim of the tumbler thoughtfully. "What do you want?"
Roman cleared his throat awkwardly, not sure how to say what he wanted and rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? I came to check on you. I've noticed how angry you are in the ring lately, especially during your match tonight and figured you needed someone other than Liliya to talk to. I'm concerned about you, Lilianna. I don't want you to think nobody cares about you because they do. I do." He admitted in a low rumble and reached out, covering her hand with his squeezing it gently. "You can trust me."
Lowering her eyes from Roman, Lilianna swallowed hard and felt the electric volt rush up her arm as soon as their hands touched. No, she couldn't let it happen again. "Thank you for your concern," She paused, pulling her hand away from his and stood from the bed, downing her tumbler of wine before refilling it. "But I'm fine. Summer Rae deserved to have her man face spiked into the mat for all the shit she's been spewing about me lately."
"What kind of things has she been saying?" Roman had to ask, his curiosity getting the better of him and took a sip of his beer, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand.
Lilianna snorted, rolling her eyes and shook her head in disgust. "She thinks I have a thing for Fandango, that I want her man. I wouldn't go near that idiot if he was the last man on earth. I'd rather rip my ovaries out to where I couldn't procreate and then die a virgin." She watched Roman wince and cracked a small smile, moving to stare out the window while sipping her wine. "I'm the last woman she should be worried about stealing Fandango, but apparently she's got it in her fake bleach blonde head I want him. She's a moron."
Even though she smiled somewhat, Roman could hear the pain in her voice and stood from the bed, walking over to where she stood. He took her tumbler away and set it down along with his beer, taking both of her hands in his. All Lilianna could do was let those grey eyes bore into her soul, not having the strength to pull away from his gentle touch. Roman could see all the anguish, sadness and pain in her beautiful golden brown eyes, reminding him of toffee candy. He wanted to take all of it away, to make her happy like he always wanted to do since he met her in developmental. Roman had been too timid to get involved in someone he worked with and had lost his opportunity the moment he found out she was engaged to another wrestler. There was no way in hell he'd let this opportunity pass him by again and wanted to make sure she understood he wasn't going anywhere, not this time and not ever again.
"I'm not trying to seduce you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, Lilianna. I don't want you to destroy your career because of the anger you feel. Whatever is bothering you, whatever happened you need to talk about it and let it out before it tears you apart. It's already starting to consume you and if it gets to a certain point there won't be any turning back. Believe me, I know. So let me help you deal with the pain and anger. Just let me help you." Roman wasn't above pleading at this point and could see the tears fill her eyes, making them watery. "You're not alone in this unless you want to be. And I won't stop offering until you take me up on letting me help you."
Refusing to cry in front of another man that night, Lilianna pulled her hands away from him again and turned her back to where he couldn't see her face. "Please leave, Roman." She whispered, not trusting her real voice at the moment for fear of it cracking. "Good night."
Roman knew better than to push her further and merely placed his hand on her shoulder, seeing her reflection through the glass window. "Think about what I said, Lilianna. Good night." He murmured and turned, leaving her alone like she wanted for the moment.
As soon as the door closed, Lilianna crumbled to the floor in a heap and proceeded to sob her heart out, letting Roman's words plunder through her mind.