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Chapter 14; Acquainted

To Say That We're In Love Is Dangerous, But Girl I'm So Glad We're Acquainted..

The Weeknd

Frankie couldn't believe that she was standing face to face with Roman, standing in front of his doorstep. She knew this was a bad idea. She knew she shouldn't be here. She was clutching her purse, trying to decide as to whether or not she should turn back. It seemed as though without thinking about it, she found herself driving by his condo, parking her car in his driveway, and knocking on his door.

Normally, she would be at her favorite café right about now, picking up her treat during her lunch hour. However, it just seemed as though from last night up to this morning as of now, it was taking a toll on her mentally.

Last Night...

John was in bed already, watching the ESPN Football channel. Frankie already gave the girls each a bedtime story to read and of course, her mom went on for a half an hour about God knows what, Frankie was not paying to whatever she said the least bit of attention, since it was all the same. The usual "I'm disappointed in you for being late for the church meeting...or "I expected more from you, not to be off track."

It was just the same and her father was no better either, but she knew he loved her still and wanted what was best. Her mother on the other hand, she was not so sure of.

Anyway, Frankie was changed into a peach nightgown and ready for bed. Of course, she knew she couldn't sleep until she talked to John. She knew as hard as this was going to be, she had to tell him the truth about what she had done.

"John.." She slipped into bed with him. "I really think we need to talk."

"Yeah in a moment, babe." He turned up the volume to the guys talking about the scores between the New England Patriots and The Dallas Cowboys.

"Baby, there's something I need to tell you. Can you please turn off the TV for just a moment?" She was trying to tell him in a stern manner, as he seemed to once again brush her off.

"Frankie I said in a minute." He was getting annoyed. He only wanted to hear how the game ended since he forgot to record it the other day.

Frankie bunched up her nerves, already irritated that John ignored her earlier tonight and now as much as she was trying to talk to him, to confess what she had done and he was more focused on some stupid game. She was ready to just kick his ass out the bed.

"Damn it John, will you just listen to me!" She turned off the volume to the TV as John glared at her.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled at her, raising his voice as Frankie was startled a bit. John had never done that kind of behavior before, no matter how many times they've argued. "I came home from a long flight and I needed a little fucking alone time after spending the day hearing your boring ass fucking stories. I work hard too but you don't hear me bitching about it 24/7 like you do!"

"I know you had a long day, but when your wife needs to talk to you about something, you should, oh gee I don't know, listen to her for once in your life?" She argued, clearly pissed off.

"Look. We had dinner. We talked, and it was nice. You've had some time with me but now, I want time for myself. Damn it Frankie, whatever it is that you want to talk about, it's not that damn important. Now why don't you just be a good wife and shut the fuck up?" He glared at her as Frankie wasn't sure as of what to say. John was being so nasty to her for no reason and all she fucking wanted was to talk to him.

Of course, wishful thinking.

"I have no idea why you are being so fucking nasty to me or where this behavior came from but I suggest you get your head out your ass and act like the man you use to be when we first met. Because I really don't know who you are anymore, John." She snatched her pillow and blanket as she headed down to the guest hall.

"Damn it, Frankie-"

"Fuck off!" She cursed at him as she slammed the door to the guest room.

Of course, their daughters, Nala and Eris could hear everything, no matter how much they tried not too.

"I hate it when daddy fights with mommy.." Nala whispered to her twin sister.

"Me too." Eris sighed, feeling sad for their mom.

Nala crawled up into bed with Eris as she held her sister, comforting each other so that they would be able to go back to sleep.

They had a feeling their mommy was crying and wanted to go check on her but they didn't want to bother her. So instead, they both said a prayer together and went right back to sleep.

John of course, huffed angrily as he fell back on the bed. He knew he was out of line, cursing out Frankie but he just didn't feel like talking right now, especially since that heroin was working him. It was then he started going through the withdrawal again as he was sweating up a storm and thought he could feel the blood rushing through his veins.

He had snorted up a storm and did a needle when he was out of town with his brothers and his coworkers. Of course luckily, Chris Jericho had been able to put some in his bag for the side.

He pulled out needle and the toxic substance that was already stolen from the crime lab as he went into their bathroom, ready to feel numb all over again.

Anything to keep himself under control from all the pressure he was getting, especially with what he had done in his past life, hoping that his family would never find out the truth.

This morning, Frankie woke up, wiping her eyes of the tears as she did her morning routine; Make breakfast for the family, her mother calling about the new events she was planning to have at her charity event, given the fact that her mother and father were philanthropists.

Then of course, she had so many calls from Francine about the church events and that she was counting on her and Julie to make it a success and that they also had bible study later.

After she was done with everything else, including laundry and making a mental note to go to the store later for groceries, she finally made it up to the school.

As if her day wasn't already stressful enough, she had to discipline one of the students for talking back to her and writing nasty notes to another student. Of course, when the parents came up there, they practically cursed out Frankie and dismissed it as a "harmless joke, kids play." However, Frankie knew bullying when she saw it.

She didn't even want to get started on Principal Sophia. She was making her feel like she was a complete idiot, even though she knew damn well Frankie loved teaching and she was only doing her job, especially if she felt like one of her students was being picked on.

It was all just an eventful night and morning and after so much stress, Frankie was finally able to go to lunch about a half an hour later.

She was driving in her car, thinking whether to call her girls to see if they wanted to meet up for lunch, depending on the schedules they had, or if she would stop by her café' getting her usual Italian soup…

Of course, now she was back to the present time, where she was standing in front of Roman's doorway, fighting the urge to bite her bottom lip and whether or not she should be going inside his place.

"Why settle for less, when you could have so much more?" His exact words still playing in her ears, even from last night.

Roman eyed her, taking a moment to stare at her shape in the button denim jumpsuit outfit she was wearing, with the black heels to match with it. Her hair was down and she was wearing her signature reading glasses.

"Coming in?" He asked, even though he knew for sure she would.

"Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything..?" She heard him yelling on the phone a moment ago but she couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Nope. Just handling business. Come inside." He moved out the way as she slowly stepped in. He closed the door behind her as she looked around, very familiar and still remembering that his condo still looked like a palace.

"I'm sorry I barged in like this…" She said, unsure as to whether or not to sit down or continue to stand. "I just needed to. Uhh…well…I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here, obviously."

Roman eyed her up and down, already reading her body language. "You look pretty stressed out. Care for a drink?"

"Actually, and I can't believe I'm going to say this.." She muttered a bit. "But yeah sure why not?"

The corner of Roman's mouth changed into a smirk. "Coming right up."

She sat down on the sofa, still looking around at his beautiful place; He had some serious work done, especially with how the colors of black and light gray gave it a bit of a low key tone.

Roman came back with her drink as she accepted it. "Whiskey Sour."

"Good choice." She smiled a little, sipping it. "Thank you."

"Something tells me you're here for more than just the drink.." He looked at her, as she sipped more of her drink.

"I guess you got me there" She confessed, a little embarrassed but she knew good and well he would start to see her possibly coming around to what he was talking about. "I know you are probably wondering why I decided to show up out the blue, at a random ass time?"

"Surprised, if anything." He smirked a little, watching at how nervous she was being. He liked how he was able to have some type of control as to how she was feeling around him.

"Look." She set her drink down on the table. "Let's just say that..hypothetically." She turned her attention to him. "if I was to accept your offer, as you so call have it. What's the catch? I mean, what exactly is your motive?"

"No motive and no catch; I get to fuck a sexy desirable woman, satisfying her needs and mines, and you get to go home happy and stress free. Everyone wins and no one gets hurts."

"And John won't…you know…" She was trying to state the obvious even though Roman gave her a look that made her want to smack herself upside the head sometimes.

"Baby girl, I couldn't care less about him." He shrugged his shoulders. "And as far as I'm concerned, the feeling is mutual. I get I'm an ex-con and done some dirty rotten things to people and I have nothing to apologize for. It's how I survive and maintain the image that I have and to stay ahead."

Frankie nodded, listening to him as the drink she had finished halfway was coursing through her blood stream, calming down her nerves.

"Besides, we're not sitting here, going into my life right now." He moved closer to her, slowly taking her drink and setting it on the table. "We're here to discuss what you want."

He nuzzled her neck, pushing her hair away as he kissed it. She moaned a little in her throat as he placed soft small kisses on her neck, his lips feeling so damn good.

"Roman.." She whispered, her eyes closed.

"Tell me what you want, baby girl. Daddy will give it you.." He kissed her neck, going down to her collarbone. His tongue then crept its way back up to her neck as Frankie was getting goosebumps now.

Roman pulled Frankie up on his lap as she could feel the obvious hard-on through his jeans. "Well there is one thing you can give to me that John can't.." She ran a hand up and down his chest, their lips mere inches away from crashing into each other.

"And what's that?"

"For you to give me the fucking of a lifetime." She had that hungry stare in her eyes. She knew this was wrong. Very wrong. But she DAMN sure wasn't going to turn back. She was a woman with needs and it looked as though Roman was more than willing to give her what she asked for.

"Give it to me daddy.." She begged, her tongue flicking his earlobe. "I've been so stressed. Make it go away."

"Anything my baby girl wants.." He responded as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, their lips crashing onto each other as Frankie responded, grabbing onto Roman as she shoved her tongue right into his mouth, both of them swirling each others tongues around. Frankie could already feel her pussy beginning to throb.

She pulled off his shirt, her hands splayed over his chest as she licked down to his stomach. Her hands trembled a bit, unbuckling his belt as he helped her to pull his jeans down. Once Roman pulled out his cock, Frankie's eyes had widened.

Even though she was drunk the other night, she never really seen Roman's dick before and God help her, but it was big and it was thick. He was stroking it, fisting it in his hand.

"What are you wanting for?" He demanded, squeezing his cock. "Suck it, babygirl."

Frankie smiled, going over to suck on his dick, her mouth so warm as Roman groaned, shivering a bit with pleasure at how Frankie was making eye contact with him, while sucking his cock further into her mouth. She dipped her tongue into his penile slit, going up and down, swirling her tongue on the head as she also used her hands to rub on his ball sack, her thumb lightly caressing it.

He couldn't help but to watch her as she continued to suck him. His hand was on top of her head as they both slowly went into rhythm as he started fucking her mouth. It was the best sloppy head ever and she wasn't playing around. She sucked it hard and fast, relaxing her throat as she started to deep throat him.

She went halfway down and then went right back up, swirling her tongue on the slit as she could taste a bit of precum.

"Oh Jesus fuck!" He growled as her soft reddened lips and tongue put in serious work, damn near ready to bust a hot one inside her mouth, filling her mouth up with his creamy cum.

Finally, no longer holding back he released his seed down her throat, Roman shouting. "Fucking God yes!" as Frankie kept sucking for a good few more minutes, his cum filling up her mouth, almost coming out the sides of her mouth.

She swallowed it and smiled and honestly, Roman thought that was the sexiest thing she had ever done.

His gaze was intense and dangerous, his hands were balling up into fists. "You better get your ass upstairs. Right. Now."

10 minutes later…

They almost didn't make it upstairs as Roman kicked his bedroom door behind him, tearing off her jumpsuit outfit as she assisted him, as well as kicking off her heels.

She was wearing a dark green lace bra and panty set. Her curvy thighs and her perfect ass made her whole body stand out. Even with a woman who gave birth to twins, she still looked amazing.

It took everything in him not to rip off what she had left, slam right up inside of her until she couldn't take it anymore. Of course, the fun would be over before it began.

And he was going to make sure she would be needy and begging for him by the time he was done with her ass.

"Slip the heels back on.." He grinned at her, already discarding the rest of his clothes.

She smiled at him, blowing him a kiss as she slipped her heels back on.

"From now on. You are not allowed to wear panties around me, got it?" He tugged at the thin panties in front of him, pulling them down past her legs.

"And what if I don't listen?" She quirked a brow, wanting to tease him.

"Then you're going to have to explain to John how you got a red mark on your ass." He winked at her, kneading her ass in his hands as she stuck her tongue out at him.

As she laid back onto the bed, she unhooked her bra, discarding it as he laid wet open mouth kisses on her breasts, sucking each of her nipples into his mouth as his teeth nibbled on them. Frankie arched her back up, encouraging him to take in more of her breasts. He pushed them together as he sucked them both in at the same time. At the same time, while his tongue was working on her left nipple, his hand made its way down to her wet pussy, his finger at her slit and it was soaked. She was pretty sure he could smell her arousal at this point.

She moaned and twitched a little as Roman sucked on her nipple a little harder, while also teasing her hole, sliding his finger right inside of her as he also slipped in another finger. She hitched a breath, anxious for what was about to come next.

Roman placed more wet kisses on her neck, in between her breasts, down to her stomach and bit on her thighs as she whimpered, her pussy aching for his touch again.

He spread her lips open for his viewing pleasure, diving in as his mouth was kissing and licking on her sweet cunt.

Frankie could feel his tongue going in different directions and he was pushing her to that edge. She was about to lose her mind and he watched her, enjoying the fact that he was the one causing her to have these reactions.

He held her down, ravishing on her and didn't let not one drop of her go to waste, letting it all get on his tongue as there was a string of nothing but curse words, begging for release, and whimpering.

Frankie was letting loose of all the self control she was keeping bottled up as Roman forced her body to give in to him.

She was shaking uncontrollably, as Roman struggled to hold onto her. He had already made her cum twice and now the third one was going to take over her.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, moaning as he fingering her pussy, his fingers working in overtime. He was determined to keep that pussy wet for as long as he can until he was deep inside of her.

She screamed out for him, almost in tears and it was though when she grabbed a fistful of Roman's hair, she started flooding his mouth nonstop, wetting up his bedspread.

"Jesus fucking…Oh my god!" Her face was flushed, a little surprised at using God's name in vain. But more so at the fact that once again, Roman made her see paradise.

By the time he sat up a little bit, his erection was rock hard and ready, with the condom on so Frankie didn't even need to ask.

The friction, angle, and his movement as he penetrated her caused them both to go wild as Roman started fucking her hard and fast. They got into the spooning position as Frankie kept her leg up while Roman pounded her, feeling her tight pussy squeeze the life out of his dick while Frankie could feel him stretching her out.

Frankie was shivering as Roman was kneading her breast in his hand, flicking a nipple with his thumb as they were grinding, their skin smacking against each other as their skin started to sweat.

"Damn babygirl, your pussy is so fucking perfect. This pussy is all mine isn't it..?" He whispered to her, sucking an earlobe in between his teeth.

"Yes. Yes daddy it's your pussy. It's all yours.." She whimpered loudly, as she could feel herself cumming all over again

"Say it louder.." He growled as he started going faster, reaching down to rub her swollen clit.

"It's yours daddy! Oh my god, Fuck it's yours!" She screamed out to him, taking in his hard thrusts as much as she could, although she wasn't sure if she could hold it any longer. "Daddy..Daddy I'm cumming!"

"Do it for me babygirl. Fucking cum for me!" His voice was raspy, his teeth sinking into her neck as he went brutal with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing. His dick was starting to swell and he knew he wasn't going to last too long himself.

Her body was trembling and she knew at this second, her body gave out as she let out an earth shattering scream as she came hard all over Roman's dick. Roman buried his face in her neck, cursing as he once again, came inside the condom.

Frankie had a moment to catch her breath as Roman kissed her, while she returned it. They pulled apart from each other, falling back on the bed.

Luckily for her, Roman already had a joint rolled up as he started lighting it. He smoked it a few times before he handed it to Frankie.

To her own surprise, she accepted it as she smoked it as well, enjoying the best sex she ever had.

After about 15 minutes, he disposed of the condom as they both got dressed, Frankie slipping her heels back on as they went back down the steps.

"So how much time you got left on your lunch break?" He grinned, already wanting to pounce on her again.

"I only got 5 minutes left but oh well.." She shrugged. "I wish I could use that five minutes to get a quickie in."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Next time we will." He kissed her lips as she smiled.

"I'll text you." She grinned as she headed out the door.

"Honestly Roman?" She looked at him.

"What's up, babygirl?" He asked.

"As wrong as this is, I'm glad we became acquainted with each other."

"The feeling is mutual." He replied, a smile creasing his handsome face.

She headed down to the driveway, knowing she had to head back to work but if she had to be honest, this was the best fucking lunch break she's ever had.

She knew for sure, that anything that would come her way later on today, she would handle it now that her stress was gone now.

Later that day, CJ had made it home from work, as Cesaro was flipping through the channels, drinking a cold one.

"Hey there sweetheart." She kissed his cheek as Cesaro gave her the cold shoulder.

"Still not going to talk to me huh?" She scoffed as he continued to do what he was doing.

"Fine. Have it your way." She swallowed hard, heading into the kitchen to get her yogurt, head upstairs to watch her movie and go to sleep.

The reason why Cesaro was giving her the cold shoulder was because of the fight they had two days ago.

They had went to the doctors because they wanted to start planning their family, and CJ was more than ready to become a mom as well as Cesaro ready to become a father.

After running some more tests, it came to find out that CJ had a pelvic inflammatory disease years ago. Even though she was treated for it years ago, the fact that she had it for quite some time, had left some slight damage to the point that CJ's chances of having a child were slim to none. Even if she was to get pregnant, it would cause serious complications as Cesaro was also having a bit of health issues himself.

Now Cesaro was angry with her for the fact this all happened, even though she never asked for it. Even though she had been treated, she didn't even know she had it herself since she was one of the few that experienced no symptoms.

She wiped her eyes, the tears stinging her since Cesaro gave her the cold shoulder the past few days. It has been over a week and a half and he was really punishing her for it. She would have called Seth to talk about it but she didn't want to burden him with her problems. He's done so much for her already that she has been so grateful for.

So instead, she decided to suffer in silence and just let things play out. They had the worst argument on the way home that day and it felt like everyday if she had to be honest. It was probably better off that they would just not even talk about it.

Of course, what broke CJ's heart the most, was that Cesaro never even came to bed as he slept on the couch instead. She hated sleeping alone, and needed her husband to be there with her and to comfort her during this crisis. They needed to be a team. They needed each other.

So why was she feeling all alone right now, even in this marriage?

All she could do is just let the sleep take over her. Maybe there would be answer for all of this come tomorrow morning.