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Now, I'm a huge fan of music and I don't know how I never did this while updating, putting out songs that reflect each chapter. I'll start now. This one is "Standing on the Sun" by Beyoncé featuring Mr. Vegas. Great ambience.

Enjoy 25!

Trinity stopped by Sasha's hotel room so they could go down together for lunch and was surprised when she saw the older woman wasn't ready. She was sitting on Joe's bed with a towel wrapped over her green bikini and the cut-off jeans shorts she wore. "Hey girl, aren't you coming?" Trinity inquired.

Sasha covered her face in her hands. "You're gonna laugh at me," she murmured.

"Why?"

Sasha exhaled, feeling foolish. "It's been a while since I wore a bikini." A long while. The thought of exposing her body to the public terrified her and the weather was too hot to put on more clothes. She was seriously contemplating not going out at all.

Trinity picked up the black and neon green Under Armour tank top lying on Sasha's bed. "Is this Joe's?" Sasha nodded. "Put it on." She waited as Sasha threw on the tank top, the garment reaching her at mid-thigh. Trinity helped her lift the hem to the top of her shorts and pulled it back tightly, tying it into a knot at the back. "There," she declared, stepping back to observe her handiwork. "You're covered up but we can still see the bikini and you look smokin'."

"Says you," Sasha stated, "Your body is no joke, girl." She couldn't help but ogle the younger woman, looking sensational in a strapless pink bikini and matching bandana. She didn't need no denim shorts either.

"Right now it isn't," said Trinity, "But I'm definitely aiming to look like you when I'm in my thirties."

"What, with this little pouch here?" Sasha chuckled, patting her lower belly.

"Sasha, you've had children," Trinity reminded her. "I know women without kids who'd snatch a bitch for a body like yours. You look great, stop worrying. Now come on. Let's go have some fun. How often do we get to be in Miami?"

"I'm sure you get to come here at least once a year for work." Putting on the sunglasses she swiped from Colby, she followed Trinity out of the room, taking the elevator to the ground floor and making their way outside.

With easy access to the beach, the outdoor restaurant had comfy wicker lounge chairs and umbrella tables scattered around the patio space, with a long table lined with food. Sasha tried not to feel envious of the women strutting around in their tiny bikinis. She definitely wished she felt as confident as she did when she was younger. She found Joe standing by the bar with a beer in his hand and she smiled at how hot he looked. Her eyes narrowed however, when she spotted who was talking to him. Miss Someone-Dumped-Red-Paint-On-My-Head. She was standing too close to her man as far as Sasha was concerned. The mother-of-two felt her blood boil but she forced herself not to go over and rip those ugly-ass tracks out of her head.

Joe saw her approaching and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. The anger in her blood became something more sensual as he blatantly scanned her from head to toe. He'd turned his body fully, his attention diverting completely from Natalie. The green-eyed monster inside Sasha let out a Roman Reigns-like roar of triumph. Oh yeah.

"Is that mine?" Joe asked when she reached him, lightly tugging her tank top.

"I think so," she smirked, glancing past her Samoan boyfriend. Natalie was gone. Yeah, your ass better disappear bitch.

"It looks much better on you, baby." Joe appraised, smoothing a hand briefly over her ass, which he thought looked magnificent in those tiny shorts. Sasha took a sip of his beer, and he waved the bartender over and ordered her a mojito, her favorite cocktail. He noticed her fidgeting with her clothes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just not used to walking around in tiny shorts and a bikini in public, that's all," she said sheepishly.

"Well you look good and I'm not just saying that because you're mine," said Joe. "But if you're not comfortable we can head back up if you want."

"Hell no. This is supposed to be fun. I won't ruin it for you. I'm going to sit with Trin. Bye." Accepting her drink with thanks, she kissed his cheek and strolled away, adding a little more swing to her hips because she knew he was watching. She joined Trinity at her table and listened in on her conversation with Divas champion April Mendez and a very chatty Nattie Neidhart. She glanced around at everyone, most of them looking relaxed as they socialized and wound down from last night's show. Nearby, Jon Good sat at a table with Renee, the bubbly blonde backstage reporter, listening intently to whatever she was saying with a sparkle in his eye that peaked Sasha's curiosity. Sipping on her mojito, she suddenly felt the sensation of being watched. She turned her head and locked eyes with Randy Orton, staring intently at her from his spot beside John Cena and his girlfriend Nicole. He'd been at it since yesterday and as flattered as she should probably have felt, it was a little uncomfortable. She looked away and turned back to Trinity, April and Nattie, then looked back over seconds later to see that Randy's attention was now on Joe and vice versa. It was obvious the two men were not friends at all. Sasha guessed that Joe had seen Randy checking her out and only hoped he didn't do anything rash.

After a while she took a trip to the buffet table. The Pitbull song playing from the speakers reminded her of the routine Mia performed to the song a while back. She absently swayed along to the music, recalling her daughter's dancing as she picked out a slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Cute top."

Recognizing the voice, Sasha fought the urge to roll her eyes. She wondered when these two were going to finally grow a set. Again, they had huddled in a corner giving her the stank eye and once again, Sasha had ignored them. She glanced up, realizing she was flanked on each side, Blondie on her left and Jessica Rabbit on her right. She stood up straight with a smile. "Thanks. It's my boyfriend's." Never act fazed, she always advised herself.

"Should you be eating that?" Danielle sneered, "Your ass is already like, the size of a continent."

They were trying to get under her skin, she knew that. But frankly she was done holding her tongue. Tramps needed to be put in their place and she would do it the best way she knew how. "Funny, Joe likes it that way," she commented. "At least that's what he told me last week while he was eating me out on his dining table." True story too. Ooh, the memory of that...he'd kept the panties she'd worn that night for himself, but that was by the by. If Natalie and Danielle were going to keep antagonizing her because of Joe then she had no problem throwing him in their faces.

Natalie did not look impressed with Sasha at all. "You and him...it's not going to last. But you probably know that already. He'll get bored and tired of you and move on to someone more durable. Someone closer to his age."

Sasha cocked her head to the side, pouting. "Let me guess, you think that someone is you? That's so cute," she gushed, piling on the sarcasm. "After how he couldn't take his eyes off me even when you were tryna shove them fake-ass titties in his face, I'd say good luck with that."

Natalie looked pissed, but Danielle merely smiled. "We noticed Orton's been giving you the eye since you showed up here," she stated in her prominent southern twang. "You fucking him too?"

"You seem to notice a lot about me, ladies. Are you jealous or something?"

Danielle scoffed. "Jealous? Of you? You wish."

"Of course you are. Why else would you be all up in my continent-sized ass bitching. I don't know what Randy's deal is and I don't care. The only man I'm fuckin' is Joe, and I know for a fact that he enjoys every single second of me riding that big-ass dick of his. Not that it's any of your damn business." She took another leisurely bite of her pizza, making them wait. "Jealousy is not a good look on y'all, ladies. Joe is mine. Deal with it. Ganging up on lil' old me ain't gonna change that." She smiled and made a shooing motion with her hand. "Run along now."

Her eyes widened when both women boxed her in, arms crossed and menacing looks on their faces. "Who do you think you are? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with, bitch?" growled Natalie, "We could easily fuck you up right here, right now."

For the first time since this joke of a conversation, Sasha's laugh was genuine. "How? I seen you two in the ring. Y'all couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag if they gave you a GPS. Maybe no one wants to say it to your face but I can and I will. I may sit back and let y'all run your little mouths but you have no idea who you're dealing with. You talkin' to a 'hood bitch right here and I will drop both of y'all where you stand. Like that." She snapped her fingers. "It'll be wayyy too easy. I'll whip your skinny ass first," she pointed at Natalie, "then I'll use that thing on your head to mop Blondie's blood off the floor after I'm done with her. You get me?"

A short distance away, Josh Fatu nudged Joe and jerked his head in Sasha's direction. Joe spotted the overly fake smile on his girlfriend's face and the telltale finger-waving, and knew if he didn't go over there right away it was going to get all WorldStar up in this joint. He sidled over and slid his arm around her waist. "Everything alright, baby?"

"Of course. Everything's fine. Isn't it, girls?" she smiled tightly at them, silently daring them to refute her. They glared back petulantly but said nothing. Good. They were smarter than she thought.

"I hate to interrupt, but Josh says he's got that new Foo Fighters album you wanted to listen to on his phone. Ladies." He smiled at Danielle and Natalie and led Sasha away.

"Foo Fighters don't have a new album out," Sasha pointed out.

Joe shrugged. "Had to say something to stop a catfight from breaking out."

"Catfight?" Sasha scoffed. "Homie, it'da been a full-on beat down. I've taken on bitches twice they size and still wiped the floor with their ass. Them bitches is lucky you came when you did. I may not know how to wrestle but I can still put my fist in a bitch's face."

Joe could only chuckle at his feisty girlfriend. "Alright, Mike Tyson, let's go cool off."

They followed their friends down to the beach and hung around for some time before wandering off on their own. The sun was starting to set and it was a perfect backdrop to take photos with. They took a cute one of her kissing his cheek as he held his phone out for the picture and reversed the roles. She took one of him walking ahead of her along the beach that was really beautiful. Joe watched Sasha focus on some surfers with her phone and said, "I almost forgot. I got you something." He withdrew a square box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a gorgeous turquoise and amber-colored bracelet. "Saw it at the gift shop on my way from the gym earlier," Joe explained. "Now I know you don't like me buying you stuff but I saw it and instantly thought of you."

"It's beautiful," Sasha gushed, holding out her left arm for him to clasp the bracelet around her wrist. "Joe, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to. I know you like these colors and the bracelet is simply beautiful. Like you," he smiled.

"Thank you so much, baby." She leaned up and pecked his lips softly. "You spoil me, you know that?"

"I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to spoil you." He snuck a few more kisses in before saying, "So you won't mind if I get you an iPhone?"

Sasha frowned. "What the hell for?"

"A lot of things. Like FaceTime. We can video-chat whenever we want. And when you're out with me you can FaceTime Pam through her iPad. On top of that we can have FaceTime sex, which is definitely an upgrade from phone sex."

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Uh huh." He took hold of her hips and pressed his body against her back, nuzzling her neck. "Think about it, baby girl...we're thousands of miles apart but I can still watch you get off."

She giggled and spun around to push him away. "You're so dirty!"

His ash-colored eyes twinkled. "Don't act like you don't like me that way, sweetheart."

"Wouldn't dream of it. After all I've just been using your hot, sexy twenty-something-year old body to do indescribable things to mine," she teased.

"I ain't gonna complain. How many guys can brag about having a hot, sexy, thirty-something-year old vixen in their bed every night?"

Sasha's lip curled. "I'm a vixen, huh?"

"Absolutely. Sexy, beautiful, a knockout in bed, and all mine." His nose was buried in her hair, his lips brushing her temple. "Ku'u nani."

"What does that mean?" She'd heard him speak Hawaiian a number of times but none of it sounded this intimate.

"My beautiful," Joe replied, and Sasha grinned shyly. There he went again, turning her insides to a puddle of goo. Pressing a soft kiss to his chest, she said, "You've been so good to me, Joe. You've done and said all the right things."

"I haven't said anything that isn't true."

"Not just that. Dealing with me and my insecurities. My kids. Other men have run a mile in the other direction."

"I told you, I'm not other men." His tone was decisive as he looked into her eyes. "I want you and everything that has to do with you and that includes your son and daughter." He would keep telling her so until she understood that he meant every word. "Any guy who claims to care for you but distances himself from them is lying. T.K. and Mia are part of your life no matter how they look at it. You three are a package and will always be. But I'm not embracing them because I have to, I'm doing it because I want to."

She gave him a curious, almost awed look. "You're very different from what I expected."

"How? I'm not a self-absorbed immature meathead?" he said, amused, and Sasha laughed and tugged his ponytail lightly. "Well, yeah. I mean, apart from the voracious sexual appetite expected from a man your age, you're...different. The good kind of different."

"I'll take the appetite part as a compliment," he snickered, looking out into the crisp blue ocean ahead of them. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "A few things have happened in my life that's made me grow up a little faster, think a little more clearly. I've made a lot of mistakes, Sash. Mistakes I'm still learning from. Because that's really the only thing you can do after you fuck up. Learn and try to turn it into a positive. I'm not perfect by any means, baby girl. Far from it. But then again, no one is."

Now how many twenty-seven-year-olds talked like that? She followed his gaze, watching the water, and she was reminded of the night they made the decision to pursue a relationship. Nearly six months ago, if her calculations were correct. Even back then she hadn't quite realized how much things would change for her, how much he would change her. She hadn't realized how into him she would become. She had since understood that there was very little she would not do for him. Staring up at his face, calm and serene in the midst of wind, sand and sea, her heart swelled with a mixture of emotions that had been brewing inside her for weeks, maybe months, perhaps ever since she first laid eyes on him. She knew right away what was happening to her and honestly? It scared her. It scared her a lot.

Without saying a word, she cupped her hands around his face and gently pushed her lips to his. His hands left his pockets to pull her flush against him, holding her close as their mouths melded together. He reciprocated with such tenderness that her knees weakened. There was something different about this kiss – a passion, a poignant urgency that she'd never felt before. It was as though he too was trying to express something he couldn't put in words. Could he possibly feel the same way she did? In the back of her mind Sasha wondered, but her heart was completely absorbed in pouring itself into their embrace.

Sliding her hands down his body and into the back pockets of his shorts, she gave his butt a generous squeeze. "You know what handsome? Why stand around watching people riding the waves," she stood on her tiptoes and whispered seductively in his ear, "When I could be in our bed, riding you?"

Joe moaned against her neck and gripped her waist tighter, wanting nothing more than to take her right there in the sand. His reply, however, was rudely cut off by a barrage of water crashing down over their heads and soaking them both. At first they thought it was the tide but they weren't close enough to the shore. Spluttering, the couple turned to find the Usos holding each side of a massive rectangular gallon cooler, laughing their heads off. The laughter instantly ceased when they took a good look at their bigger cousin's murderous expression as he shoved water out of his eyes and hair. Exchanging nervous glances, the twins took off, running like scalded dogs.

"Oh y'all better run motherfuckers!" Joe tore off after them, with some of the guys cheering him on to get the twins. Sasha laughed and put her phone on video. No way was she missing this show.

A/N: Confession. I actually like Summer Rae. I think unlike most of the Divas on the roster, she has wrestling ability but she's not being allowed to show it. But she seems to have a nice personality and is a genuine fan of the product. I can't say the same for Eva though. She's been there over a year and hasn't shown any sign of improvement in terms of wrestling or entertainment value. I don't watch Total Divas (and I never will) but from what I've seen from Eva and Cameron, they need to go. I was spoiled in my teens by the likes of Lita, Trish, Jacqueline, Victoria, Jazz and Molly Holly, and what I'm seeing with the Divas today just makes me sad.

And FFS WWE, stop rushing things with Roman! By the time he's ready for the title the fans would have turned on him. Stop it!

Anyway...exams are done (till November at least) and I'm back on my fics big time. I've drafted all the way up to chapter 31, so perhaps if you showed me some love on the update I might work faster? #bribery #shameless #missedyouguys