Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the character of Celeste Michaels aka Aaliyah Jayne.
A/N: I am giving a fair warning that there is a scene of um...a MATURE nature. So there's your sign...
Chapter 21 – Naomi's Apartment (Two Months Later)
Naomi rubbed her eyes, dreading not only her current conversation, but the set of events that would soon follow on this day. She barely slept at all the previous night. Possibly, due to the situation she would have to address. She put it off for as long as she could until she had enough of ducking her situation.
"Trinity…" His voice was a nice distraction and brought her back to their conversation.
"I wish I could be there with you. I don't think you should be there with him by yourself," Stephen sighed into the phone. "You know I worry about you and your well being.
Naomi tried to keep a stiff upper lip and appear strong. "I know Ste, but I think you and Jimmy are not a good mix. Obviously, you don't remember that last brawl in a hotel room, but I do. I sure as hell don't want to see anything else like that again. You know you gingers bruise kind of easily and I don't want to see any black and blue marks on your dainty, porcelain skin," she laughed hearing him making a gruff noise in response.
"I'm serious Trinity. I don't trust the guy!" Concern oozing from his voice. "If he tried to hurt you," Stephen began with shades of distress in his voice.
"Trinity." His voice with her name on his tongue always caught her attention and drew her to him.
She answered with his name in response. She understood his concern and felt his emotions flood through the phone,
A knock at her door, cut their conversation short. "Stephen, he's here. I'll call you back in a bit. No worries ok? He's stupid at times, but not crazy."
Jimmy jingled the door trying to get his key to work. Jimmy lightly banged on the door in a respectful manner, unlike his usual manner of banging loudly and shouting her name for all to hear.
Naomi went to the door and opened it slightly with the chain on it to ensure there was no funny business. When she felt all was well she stepped to the side allowing him to enter.
"Changed the locks?" he asked somewhat embarrassed that the situation had turned out so badly.
"Really?" she coolly asked. "There's a box on the counter for the rest of your belongings. Make use of it."
Naomi sat indifferently on her couch, while Jimmy perused the bedroom they shared to see if any of his belongings remained. Today had been the first opportunity in a few months where Naomi gave him a chance for face time since he returned to the company a week before. He attempted to approach her several times throughout the week, each time met with much hostility from her.
Naomi shunned him, still chucked full of embarrassment and hurt from his actions and callousness towards her feelings. Tabloid and backstage fodder died down however her memories were intact and with his actions on display on the internet, his indiscretions could never be erased. With time, Naomi got a bit better day-by-day and stopped ripping up every picture she found of the formerly happy couple.
It was initially hard for her, but with the support of her friends and Stephen, she managed to cope with her daily activities for work. At first, Stephen needled her about their lunch, until Naomi had to say she needed a break to be on her own for a bit.
To a degree, her heart still held love for Jimmy and she wasn't ready to move on from him. Naomi didn't feel it was fair to Stephen or anyone else to try to pursue anything if she wasn't ready. Stephen reluctantly understood and honored her wishes of being a friend to her, providing laughter and support in her darkest hours of need. Naomi prayed for healing and to have all her prior relationship issues resolved so she could enjoy a positive relationship with him and honor it.
Of all days, Naomi picked one of her rare and few days off to address the Jimmy situation. In her mind, she was tired of putting off their meeting. The time had come to address Jimmy and the situation he created and she felt emotionally ready. Naomi was the one to initiate the call, speak with him on the phone, and arrange for him to get the last of his stuff. She wanted to give Jimmy every opportunity to remove every item that could accidently remind her of him and setback her breakup progress.
Jimmy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, observing her from a distance. Naomi normally was a happy, carefree type of individual. The shrunken individual cornered on the couch looked irritated and stressed. His stomach churned with uneasiness knowing he was the cause of the bags under her eyes and he was the cause of resentment in her heart. He was the reason he didn't recognize the woman before him.
Time away from the job and Naomi allowed Jimmy the opportunity to analyze not only how he sidelined his career, but also destroyed a woman he claimed to have loved. If time could rewind, and he was back at that industry party he would have not gone to the party at all and would've been by his woman's side working on their issues. He would have taken the initiative to spend time with Naomi and been more appreciative of having such a wonderful woman in his life. These days all he had to look forward to was the possibility of learning from his mistakes and not repeating them in the next relationship.
In his head, he knew this would be the last time he would ever find himself in these surroundings. Jimmy surveyed the apartment, noting Naomi did a good job of locating the majority of his belongings, boxing them up and sending them to him to his home the previous month. He could hardly find an item of his within her apartment. He had been there ten minutes and only found two items she missed to put in his take away box.
"So this is really happening?" he asked picking up a navy blue shirt of his she used to use as a sleep shirt and tossing it in the box. He didn't take the shirt because it was his, but it was a remembrance of times of the positive times he shared with Naomi.
"Did you think it wasn't?"
"I thought enough time had passed to let the dust settle. Vince has forgiven me, me and Jey have started wrestling again. Jey has even let bygones be bygones. I thought maybe you'd be cool too," he desperately wanted to say but that would have been an asshole thing to do and he had given her more than enough of that 's soulful eyes tried to gauge her for a reaction, but saw nothing.
"I knew it would, but hoped it wouldn't. It still doesn't have to," his voice trailed off oozing with pain whilst he turned away from her to hide his disappointment.
"Seriously? How do you fix your mouth to say such things?" Naomi stared blankly at him, in awe of his selfishness.
Jimmy couldn't take her coldness anymore, no matter how well deserved. Standing before him was not the woman who was warm and giving; would give her last to help others. This new Naomi was cold and unfeeling when it came to all matters dealing with him. Her coldness prove to be the result of his treachery. He could feel the change in her and felt terrible knowing he created this hateful product within her heart and put a patent on it.
"Naomi, I'm sorry. I told you back then when it happened. I have been saying it for the last two months or so even though you don't call, text, or email me any sort of response. I'm telling you now, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Jimmy was now in front of her on his knees with his head resting against her trim stomach. The same powerful arms that pummeled wrestling opponents several nights a week, now held Naomi with such care and conviction. Care and conviction that would have meant so much to her several months ago, but now meant nothing and was treated as such.
Feeling his hold tighten around her, Naomi's resolve dissipated. The Jimmy before her was new and sounded like he meant every word. "I have always loved you. You still believe this don't you?" Jimmy's voice unexpectedly cracked.
Her breath hitched and the tears came. Not wanting to let the weakness enter, Naomi unwrapped his arms around her waist, "Thank you for the apologies, but we're done here. Leave." Wiping her reddened eyes she turned away from him ashamed, she allowed herself to break so easily.
Should he stay? Plead his case? Argue with her? He wanted to do all of those things and more, but he knew when Naomi felt a certain way about an issue she was hard to change her mind. Right now happy thoughts and Jimmy could never be in the same sentence together—not right now but maybe in time.
Jimmy gathered his broken emotions and retrieved his box. Heading for her door, he gazed lovingly at his now former love one last time, "I will never stop loving you Naomi."
Naomi turned away from the closing door, holding herself as she sobbed over her loss and memories since passed.
Chapter 21 - Cameron and Nadia having lunch at Wyman's Café in Saint Louis, MO
Curious, startling blue eyes glanced from the chicken avocado sandwich on her menu to the pessimistic look on her friend's Cameron's face. Nadia was too familiar with Cameron's attitude as of late. Nadia noticed the young woman wore that sour patch look like it was her dolled up face she put on in the morning.
"A change of plan is needed," Cameron calmly stated sitting her menu on the freshly cleaned table.
"I've been telling you that all along, not that you've been listening to me Cameron. Why all of a sudden are you doing this 180?" Nadia smirked, her hard manicured nails rapping against the solid wood table.
"Oh I'm over the whole Roman thing. If Celeste was a drink, his ass would need to be in an AA meetings and he would never be sober. It's like she's some kind of drug to him. He thinks about her all the time, he is eerily infatuated with her. No matter what I do…"
Nadia raised an eyebrow regarding her eerily infatuated comment, "You are no match for how he feels about her."
Cameron quietly agreed with her, conceding defeat at least in that area of her plan.
Nadia had long observed the Cameron/Roman/Celeste situation and noticed early on Cameron would never be able to have Roman as she desired. She witnessed the chemistry between Roman and Celeste firsthand when the group started out as a foursome.
Celeste unenthusiastically attended a fitting for new Shield gear for the guys. Roman and Seth clearly saw this as a bonding moment and wanted to make her feel like part of the group. Nadia remembered the lingering glances of approval and disapproval between Roman and Celeste as Nadia reluctantly worked on selecting accessories for their all black gear.
Nadia noticed the placement of Roman's hands over Celeste's while she helped him fasten a vest covering his muscular chest. When she tried to remove her hands, Roman wouldn't allow it, but had a mischievous grin as he held her hostage.
Nadia mentally noticed several aspects of the scene playing out in front of her. Roman and Celeste shared a playful verbal exchange where it was obvious they were comfortable in one another's presence. Roman noticeably had zero issues with personal space and confidently invaded Celeste's by closing the distance between viral bodies that hadn't shared a closeness with each other for quite some time.
Celeste's mouth hung open, surprised at his comment that grazed an ear, eager to hear what Roman had to share. An evil glare from an offended Celeste made Roman apologize on the spot showing his willingness to appease her at all costs. Moments like those proved to Nadia Cameron would never find whatever she was looking for with Roman, he still held onto unresolved feelings for Celeste.
She wanted to warn Cameron outright to forget about her interest in Roman in an effort to protect a friend. However, Cameron was too headstrong and only listened to the voices in her own head. Screw what Nadia or what anybody else said, all she knew was somewhere there was an "On the Burner" tagline of "CameRo" for she and Roman Reigns in her future.
Cameron's constant fighting with Celeste over Roman and his taking her side or his whining about a woman who no longer wanted him proved to grate on her nerves. Cameron would learn Roman would only allow three special women in his life and she didn't fall into any of the categories: his mother, his daughter, and his Celeste. Nadia was glad her friend was finally getting the message.
"The new plan is to make life a living hell for Celeste in all ways possible. Plan B may be able to help me do it. Have you been putting a bug in my 'friend's' ear of my interest in him? Did he say when I should start hearing from him?"
Nadia shifted uncomfortably in her chair unsure how to get herself out of playing Cameron's reindeer games. "Yes, he will contact you today and he is very interested in you," Nadia perused her texts from earlier that day and forwarded Cameron's number to him.
"Cameron. Girl, I'm sorry but why can't you leave Celeste alone. She really isn't that bad, she's actually a cool chick. Why do you dislike her so?"
"Everything is her fault, I don't have Roman in my life and she needs to pay for that. I feel like she's taken my future happiness away from me," Cameron shook her head appearing mournful as if she truly lost someone.
"You are so silly Cameron. You haven't lost anything because he was never yours to begin with," Nadia chuckled unaware her "friend" was serving crazy realness in her presence.
Cameron leaned over the table snapping Nadia from her humorous mood. "Nadia," she coolly stated. "Are you some sort of talent agent?"
"Well no," Nadia nervously smiled apologetically only to have Cameron interrupt her response.
"Well then. Number one, don't laugh at me. I'm not a comedienne trying to make you laugh and I sure as hell don't tell jokes. Nadia? Are you some sort of fortune teller? Do you have some sort of cards or an eight ball telling you how life is going to play out for me?"
Nadia averted her gaze from the crazy eyes and chuckled at her audacity since it had never extended to her in the past, "Cameron no. I just was trying to be a friend and give you truth…"
"Well number two, never tell me about what is or isn't mine. That isn't for you to determine. If for some odd reason, you have a life after death experience that gives you this insight into the future. Then I will happily listen to anything you say and will even pay the $3.99 a minute to do so. Until then keep your opinions to yourself and just help me when I call upon you!" Cameron settled into her chair and folded her arms, satisfied she asserted her dominance.
"Hmm Nadia. I think the grilled salmon salad sounds good today don't you?" she grinned disregarding the last 5 minutes of their conversation like it never occurred.
Chapter 21 – Movie Premiere for Celeste and Phil
"Turn here Punk!"
"Look this way!"
Pulsating white lights distracted Phil causing spots before his eyes. There was always one photographer that managed to blind their unsuspecting subject into getting the perfect shot that would sell. Tonight he had several subjects vying for the best CM Punk photo.
Funny all he wanted to do was catch the newest superhero movie. His celebrity status allowed him to be there for the movie's red carpet event. His celebrity allowed him to be subjected to the paparazzi. Publicity shots in turn was one of his least favorite tasks as a celebrity. He didn't mind photo shoots for WWE magazines, but taking photos at non-WWE events made him uncomfortable and slightly annoyed. In his mind, he didn't see himself as a celebrity, but simply Phil. He could never understand the average person's interest in the lives of entertainers.
"Miss? Can you please step to the side so we can get the shot?" A squeeze of Phil's rough hand reminded him he wasn't going through this situation on his own. Phil noticed someone tugging on Celeste's elbow, pulling her away from him asking her to step to the side. Celeste had started to move to the side, but must've been moving too slow for the individual's taste. Celeste shot the individual a nasty look for manhandling her.
Stepping in front her, Phil snatched the hand of the perpetrator. "Keep your hands off my girlfriend!" He gave the individual an evil glare reminiscent of his bad Punk persona in the ring. The young man scurried away not wanting to see what Phil would do to him physically if a look could generate fear within him.
"Girlfriend?" he heard a disembodied voice relay. "Is this supposed to be a part of your storyline?"
Phil's head snapped towards Celeste who lowered her lids under hooded lashes, slightly embarrassed at the suggestion the only reason the two of them were together was due to a work related storyline
"No! Do you see me in wrestling trunks with stars on them? Do you see me in any shirts saying Best in the World or Knees to Faces? No. I don't know about you, but I do see this sexy woman dressed to the nines with these high ass shoes and this tight dress hugging all her natural born curves," Phil stated with such passion, while hazel eyes bore a hole into his woman.
"If she were work, I could only wish work could be like that always. But no, this is real life where I'm with my lady and we're trying to have a night out to watch what will hopefully be a kick ass movie. She and I are together and it doesn't have blip to do with my storyline. She is my woman, be respectful and get a life pal!"
A faint smile appeared, her face flushed at the sound of Phil claiming her as his own. His woman, the phrase itself was bringing joy within her. His arm snaked around her voluptuous form while he held her close smiling for the cameras. Celeste felt his adoration and dedication for her in that moment, there was no mistaken the two felt the same regarding one another.
Celeste remembered an exchange with Eve teasing her when Celeste posted an Instagram of herself in the form fitting, short blue dress she currently wore. Eve made a comment about her looking like a vixen. She then texted her calling her Pooh Bear and informed her the way she looked amazing tonight and she should stop being a "Pooh Bear" and consider sharing her "honey" with Phil. To Eve, it was crazy the couple had been dating for 2 months and hadn't slept together. The two had decided to slow things down since their courtship felt like a whirlwind. Though tonight looking at Phil cleaned up with a nice suit, shave, and his hair slicked back she didn't think she could hold out any longer.
"You look so hot tonight," Phil whispered into her unsuspecting ear. The warmth of his minty breath tickling the outer edges of his ear coupled with his words, only enhanced her desire for Phil. Snuggling into his frame she lay her head into the crook of his shoulder, "Tonight," she uttered so only he could hear. A Cheshire grin spread across his face as he wondered what lie in store for him later that night.
Phil and Celeste's Hotel Room
Phil slid the key card into the lock and unlocked their room with ease. Stepping to the side, he allowed Celeste to enter first, like the gentleman he was.
Celeste walked slowly into their room allowing Phil to take in the view of her meticulous stroll. Shapley hips moved side to side like the pendulum of a clock. Celeste stopped abruptly, short of the bed and placed her hands on her hips. A manicured finger beckoned for his presence to stand in front of her.
Phil offered the smirk she had become accustomed to as he loosened his tie and allowed it to hang haphazardly around his neck. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, his eyes remained steadfast on her.
Cocoa colored lip-gloss showered her full lips. Celeste stepped forward and teased his lips with a slight touch of her tongue. Allowing her access, their tongues tangled with one another until Celeste withdrew, her breath almost stolen from her.
Phil huffed in aggravation, he craved more of her. Her fingers trickled up his chest and ripped his light blue shirt open causing the buttons to litter the floor. Celeste grabbed his shirt and roughly took it off the frame of his firm body. The tie slithered from around his neck and into her calculating hands.
Celeste stepped around him and tied his hands behind his back in the best boy scout knot she learned from her brother. Her body pressed against his back, her fingers massaged his chest and made their way to his belt buckle and unfastened them. Nibble fingers immediately unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor around his ankles.
Celeste moved to sit on the bed and helped him out of his pants and underwear. Standing before her, amber eyes wondered what she waiting on and if she would do what he hoped she would do. Licking her lips, she stared at the softness between his legs. Leaning forward she gingerly picked him up and started running her tongue up and down the side of him. A strangled groan emitted from Phil, reminding him how long it had been since he felt a woman's touch.
Wetness. Warmth. Both made Phil turn from soft to hard in minutes. He tried to thrust himself harder into her mouth. To Phil there could never be enough of this sensation. Phil's muscular arms struggled to loosen his tie that kept his hands bound. Mischievous, brown eyes looked upon him entertained by his dilemma. However, Celeste held his hips dictating the depth she would allow.
Phil wasn't the only one feeling sensations. Hearing and seeing Phil's pleasure caused stirrings within Celeste that made her want to throw him on the bed and have her way with him, but not this time. These moments weren't about her. Phil had always found ways to put her first and it was time for her to prove she could do the same. Their time together was meant for him and to show she was all about pleasing her man.
Removing Phil from what he would probably call "home," her hand took over stroking his ever-growing length. A few pearls of his essence appeared and Celeste lapped them up, causing Phil to burn from within, whilst his amber eyes darkened with desire. Her tongue flicked his knob, causing him to shudder. Celeste gave him a seductive look teasing him again with the same style of movement. Phil hissed in response causing a wicked grin from Celeste to make an appearance. She lightly pushed him away from her causing him to take several steps back from her, still fighting against his tie constraints.
Celeste turned her back to him and slowly etched up the bottom of her skirt over long, brown legs. Phil's grin spread from ear to ear, as he soon realized she took a page from the Bellas, and implemented the no panties mantra.
Tossing her blonde tresses to the side, Celeste looked coyly at Phil over her shoulder and pulled the dress back to its original position. Her mouth fell agape when she noticed he had somehow had his wrists still tied, but his arms were now in front of him. She shook her head amazed once again by this man and his talents. She pointed for him to get on the bed and he eagerly obliged.
Laying back, Celeste carefully sat on his lap, feeling his manhood rubbing against her backside. Celeste lifted her skirt to rest around her mid section, allowing Phil to catch a glimpse of her mound. Holding his member against her backside, she rocked ever so slightly back and forth causing friction that made Phil reach underneath her skirt to touch her core. His roughened fingers used her slickness to explore her; her eyes to widen and sigh with pleasure, her mouth slightly agape. Celeste's delicate hand caressed every part of him. Phil tried to touch her breasts, but Celeste was quick to push his arms over his head for continued control.
From within her bra, Celeste produced a condom, placing the wrapper between his teeth; Celeste received assistance from Phil to get the condom opened. She lifted herself partially off him and rolled the condom over his hardness. Taking care to ease Phil within her, Phil sighed loudly feeling his member encased with heat. Plump lips drug up and down his tattooed neck and across his collar bone whilst Celeste tenderly rode him.
With his arms in front of him, Phil pulled the top of her dress down causing the lycra dress to show off her pretty, blue satin bra that gave her cleavage for the millennia.
"Untie me," he croaked out wanting to touch her breasts desperately. Celeste complied, feeling their union getting more slippery with each stroke from Phil. Phil's coarse hands shoved her bra straps off her shoulders releasing her ample bosom. Her dark nipples hardened under his manipulations with his fingertips pinching and kneading her nubs.
Celeste cried out when Phil latched onto her nipple, suckling from her simultaneously as she endured the pounding from his rod. Phil's freehand clasped onto her backside leaving pale imprints onto her skin that would frequently appear and disappear.
"Stay with me Celeste," Phil barked to her as sweat drops fell from her body and mixed with his own. One of his hands searched for her clit, rubbing it quickly back and forth attempting to help her climax.
"Stay with me!" he growled again; both hands full of her bosom squeezing and massaging her breasts.
Phil's continual assault of his hips pounding into her, stole her energy from her. He felt Celeste flutter, clinch, and contract around him until she fell forward on him.
"I can't" she sobbed, her legs growing tired. . Phil continued to push in and out of her until he climaxed.
Phil held her in his arms as she continued to slump over him. His hands lazily rubbed down her partially clothed back. The ragged sound of her breathing tickled against his skin. Phil rolled her onto her back and allowed her to catch a breath.
He removed himself from her and disposed of the condom. Looking in the drawer, he saw another condom and proceeded to rip the package and put it on.
Celeste's eyes widened as she faced the sound. Watching Phil put on another condom, she shook her head no. "I'm too tired," she laughed.
His trademark grin appeared, "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good. All you have to do is sit back and relax. Phil thoughtfully reentered her again, this time taking his time. He curled a strong, smooth leg around his waist as he pumped into her catching every clinch of her walls.
Celeste expressed a sigh, grabbing onto the scruff of his neck as they looked into each other's eyes. Looking down between their bodies, Phil picked up her other leg and wrapped it around his waist. Her eyes squinted with each thrust and her head rolled up to the ceiling. Mouth open, enduring everything Phil had to give it was now Celeste's turn to mark his ass with her fingerprints. He winced feeling her digging into his skin, but encouraged by her moans and groans. Celeste's pelvis bucked up into him, encouraging him to bring her to the finish line.
Celeste whimpered and bit her lip. Phil lightly flicked his tongue against her bottom lip.
Phil moaned into her ear and stilled his movements, laying on her full weight. Being a bigger girl, she could bear his weight on her. Phil looked upon his beauty, convinced there was no place he could ever be other than in this moment. After a few minutes, Phil rolled off her and deposited the condom and headed for the bathroom.
The sounds of running water made Celeste focus on the bathroom door. Phil reappeared, "Are you up for a shower?"
Celeste felt her energy was spent, but attempted to pull herself from the bed. She stood on wobbly legs and fell back down on the bed.
"I can't move my legs," she laughed aloud. "I'm so weak right now!"
"Hmm, I've got the remedy for that Blondie. I'm thinking a bath is more your speed right now, no worries babe. You're in good hands." Phil swept her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom closing the door with his foot.
Apologies for posting so late, but life happens. Sometimes motivation is lost. However I'm determined to complete this story. Thanks to everyone who is still hanging in there with me. I appreciate anyone still reading and commenting.