A/N: To those who recently discovered my fics and those who are still reading my fics, little as they are Thank You. Writing feeds of a stimulus and for some time writers block got the best of me, the muse at times is very fickle. The fantasies my brains comes out with is always fun to write even when it takes time to make sense story wise, I truly enjoy writing the crazy in my head LOL. This Chapter picks up from where it left off, from the previous fic. Hope ya'll find it a delight to read please stay healthy and safe. God bless.

Relapse: Chapter Three

They were alone in the elevator apart from each other avoiding contact prolonging the PG-13 actions that developed in route to Roman Reigns' Penthouse. Sanai was exercising restraint, which slipped early on in the restaurant, Roman was simply savouring the site of Sanai trying to control herself, control her desire 'cause he knew when it came to him Sanai always threw caution to the wind. The elevator doors to the Penthouse opened, beaming sensor lights welcomed them. Sanai lunged for Roman, however Roman pinned her to the wall his lips instantly travelled to her neck, her hungry hands wanted to divest his suit jacket but Roman's hands stilled her movements as they wrapped around her wrists tight, Sanai's wrists slapped the wall above her head while Roman continued kissing her neck.

Sanai gave Roman further excess by tilling her head to the side. Roman meticulously took his time making her descend wholly to her lust. His lips trailed downward toward her shoulder, Roman Reigns used his mouth to untie the string like strap of her designer dress. His face met hers their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Sanai was in heat panting, Roman's face lowered licking her shoulder, open mouth kisses followed moving down her ample chest. Roman bent a little when he reached her abdomen when an unpleasant grumble caught both their ears. It was Sanai's empty stomach.

Roman ignored it and continued, her stomach protested again. "We just left a whole restaurant, you choose now to protest. Really?"

Roman looked up at her, "Are you seriously upset at your stomach right now" Roman fought off a laugh.

"Just… carry on, okay" her voice a needy plea. Roman loosened his grip on her wrists and stood to his full height "Your tummy says otherwise"

Huffing, Sanai was irritated. "You are so adorable right now" he let out a little laugh. "Nothing about hunger is adorable. If you say I look cute next, I will knee you on the balls" she playfully punched him on his shoulder.

Roman rubbed his fake wound moving away from her, he advancing deeper in his Penthouse. "How about you check out the place, freshen up and I'll have Jey pick up the food we were supposed eat from the restaurant"

Sanai's face lit up like that of a child in an amusement park "Really?"

Roman threw her a lazy smile and nodded toward the hallway of his Penthouse "My room is down the hall to the left, you can start your tour there" Roman Reigns took off his suit jacket and sauntered toward the kitchen.

Sanai began exploring. Roman's Penthouse was fit for a royal it was huge, decorated with modern furnishings surrounded in luxury. Sanai walked down the atrium the walls were in theme of mahogany and deep beige, when she got to the end of the hallway there was a battle mural of the Spartan war. Sanai turned to the left where the bedroom door was open. Upon entry Sanai was met with the open curtain drapes revealing a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows with the view of the city on full display she took a moment to soak up the display.

An artsy chandelier lit up the room to the left was an enormous king size bed supported by a solid black wooden headboard with matching side draws, a mini sitting area setting that housed a vinyl player a mini book shelf and a singular huge suede chair.

Sanai took off here heels and her feet were welcomed by a plush deep grey rug that lay on the polished wooden floors it matched the bed spread. Barefoot she strolled toward the open bathroom but was distracted by the massive walk-in closet that was split in the middle by a small bench on the left was Roman's formal wear on right was all his casual wear, his formal shoes were separated from his impressive sneaker collection in the same fashion, his entire wardrobe was colour scheme organised and air freshener whiffed the air every few minutes.

Sanai shimmied out of her mini corset dress, gorgeous as it was she was suffocating. She went through his casual wear hangers and found a sleeveless teal hoodie, an unusual colour for him to have she thought. Given his stature Sanai didn't wear the hoodie the hoodie wore her. She went out of the walk-in closet and was received by a mirror adjacent to the equally enormous bed. Sanai moved to the mirror and examined her face, mocha skin hydrated and healthy. Sanai wouldn't call herself 'The Sexiest Woman Alive', but she knew she turned heads wherever she went. Her eyes travelled to her mouth the matte black lipstick was still intact. Sanai thought of what Roman Reigns said about it leaving marks on various parts of his body more so his cock, she bit her lower lip.

Sanai was currently in Roman's bedroom freshening up, so far the atmosphere of the evening was somewhat confusing harsh words were exchanged, truths said some unsaid, sexual tension and horniness at an all high. She took a step back and reviewed her entire frame, the sleeveless hoodie looked like a cute little dress. Her hunger had interrupted a sexually charged moment between them which left her frustrated however Sanai was going to rectify that mistake by the end of the night she tossed her braids backward and left the bedroom.

Emerging from the atrium to the extensive living room. The Penthouse had a fully stocked bar that stored various types of liquor. Straight ahead was a varnished dinner table, at the far end was a massive fireplace above the mantel was a portrait of him with a black backdrop, Roman sitting on a leather chair smouldering in his intimidating pose, draped in a tailored suit, signature bun in place. Sanai looked at the portrait shaking her head she smiled to herself and continued on with her tour. The living room had drapes-less floor-to-ceiling windows similar to those of his bedroom adorned the area.

The mantelshelf housed numerous family antique heirlooms displaying his Samoan heritage, along with beautiful wholesome pictures of the entire bloodline family placed strategically all over the living room. The wholesome image of the Bloodline was contradictory given this family thrived in brutality. Sanai passed a coffee table that was perched between two big russet couches on her way to the kitchen.

The kitchen like the rest of the Penthouse was sophisticated. Black, white and brass gold were constant throughout the kitchen, black cupboards, massive granite white countertop, all the metal pieces were all in brass gold some of the kitchen furnishings were specifically handcrafted for the kitchen to embellish for the sake of design.

Roman Reigns was leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a bourbon, his immaculate bun was now semi loose his waistcoat unbuttoned, tie askew. Sanai straightened entering the kitchen. Her eyes took in his frame staring at him all starry eyed observing him as if this was the most human she's seen him, in this state Roman Reigns looked more approachable, touchable, just a guy in his abode unwinding as opposed to the unshakeable all-knowing all-powerful force he usually was, however when she looked at his face, he was agitated as if something had occurred that disturbed his mood–this rarely happened, his eyes stared at nothing but his head was elsewhere, something was weighing heavy on him. Sanai saw the drink of choice and knew something was off.

"What's the occasion betrayal or plain ol' annoyance, that's got you all serious with bourbon?"

Roman looked toward the direction Sanai was standing and instantly came back to where he was and ate up the site of the woman he was with, taking a sip of his drink "Atta girl, making yourself at home" holding the glass he pointed at her with his forefinger then laid the glass down Roman gestured that Sanai come to him with a nod.

He was deflecting, something was bothering him, however Sanai didn't want to pry after all she wanted Roman to lay down the pipe, eventually getting her guts rearranged by the end of the night. Approaching him, Roman placed his hands on her waist and hoisted her on the kitchen counter and placed himself directly between her thighs, his hands on either side of the counter. Sanai buried her head on his chest, "You always smell good it's infuriating" she whispered.

Smiling, Roman relished in smelling expensive. "I know"

"Is the food here yet?" she grumbled letting her head come out for air. Meeting Sanai's face his lips hung over hers "Not yet but I've got chocolate chip cookie dough with your name on it"

Pulling away slightly a smile split her lips "I really put you on that thing"

Roman nodded, "My guilty pleasure" Taking initiative Sanai worked her hands over his shoulders, his shoulders gradually eased. She began pulling off his tie, "Be a dear, feed it to me"

"Are you telling or asking?"

"I'm telling" Sanai used her silkily sweet voice the kind used for manipulation. Playfully pulling at the lapels of his shirt, Roman pulled her closer making her feel every muscular of his body, his hard prick was poking dangerously at her snatch. "Telling she says. Sweetheart, I do the telling 'round here"

Their faces meet, lips hovering close for a kiss until Roman's phone sounded startling Sanai. it was Jey. Roman had it in his right mind to fling that phone to a wall but again Sanai needed feeding before he could feed her a specific part of him, his cock.

Exasperated her answered, "Tell me you're in the elevator"

"Still on the way. There's something you gotta, it's know about Paul" Jey stated.

"I'm listening"

"After you left the restaurant Paul showed up at the joint shortly after. He wasn't alone. He was with Brock, Brock Lesnar" His shoulders grew tense once more.

Jey was greeted with pure silence on the phone. Roman was boiling Sanai could feel it on her hands, his mood changed straightaway. The notorious Bloodline temper made an appearance fattening his veins, Roman pulled away from Sanai altogether. Drinking his bourbon in one go he set the glass down hard and met Sanai's gaze, "Call Jimmy, let him know he's needed there's business that needs taken care off" with that Roman hung up.

"What's the matter" his gaze made her uneasy. "An unpleasant beast just reared its head" venom evident in his tone. Leaning his hip against the counter next to Sanai. "Listen, I want you to stay the night at least that way I know your safe, Jey is on his way with food once he gets here I'll have to get going'

Panic shot through her, "Should I be concerned?"

Roman reassured her "No. Bloodline business. Nothing I can't handle, as usual I have an Empire to defend." Roman held Sanai by the waist and ushered her off the kitchen counter. Her face looked downcast, Roman put a hand on her chin pulling her face up, staring into her eyes "We'll pick up where we left off once I return, okay?" Sanai nodded unsure, his lips found their way to her forehead giving her a quick peck, Roman left the room.

Shortly after the ding of the elevator sounded signalling Roman had left the Penthouse. This wasn't new to Sanai in fact this was stirring hostile memories which she chose to push aside 'cause she had one mission, to go home before things went south. Sanai knew the Bloodline business Roman Reigns was tending to wasn't going to end overnight, she took what little belongings she had and vacated the premises.

In the wee hours of the morning after Sanai ditched Roman Reigns' Penthouse, she was cuddled up in her bed covered in multiple throw pillows in her tranquil space getting a deserved rest, however at 3am a rude awakening disturbed her peace. The light on her phone began flickering followed by the loud tune of her ringtone. Groggily Sanai pushed a few throw pillows off her and attempted to go back to sleep but the ringing refused to cease, her arm shot out of the sheets and pillows reaching for her phone on the headboard, without checking the caller ID the phone was already on her ear, "Whoever is calling, you deserve to eat your fries cold from now on, the only sex you'll be enjoying will be that equivalent of a cactus fucking your genitals" To say Sanai was irritated was an understatement.

"Uhm… Am I speaking to Sanai?" the voice asked on the other line

"Yeah and clearing you didn't understand a thing. I said…" Sanai was gearing up to hurl fresh new insults when the voice declared itself.

"It's Edge, geez"

She shot up from her bed all her pillows falling on the floor, as if declaring himself was going to change her state, she went on, "What in the actual hell. Do you know what a clock is, do you own a watch?"

"Actually, I…" She cut him mid-sentence. "That was rhetorical. Of all people why are you calling me?"

"After some deliberating, you are the only person who didn't shy away from calling me out and it was our first acquaintance. Hell, you even acknowledged my past instead of ignoring it as a whole, like others. Going forward I want you to be my manager"

A pause. "Is this a prank?"

"Wow, from telling me to fuck a cactus to thinking this is a prank"

"What else am I supposed to think if I'm being called by the titled 'Opportunistic Mansplaining Man-whore' at 3am?'"

Edge chuckled "Got me there. Calling you at this hour was a test. A stupid test, now I'm cursed to have bad sex all my life. I won't be pulling such a stunt on you again"

"No shit. Should you try again, you'll wake up with a singed off d…"

"Ahhh, I'll stop you right there" He interjected "I have a few shows to wrap up as soon as those are done I'll have us meet immediately. Till then we'll keep in communication you can send in whatever contract that needs signing. How does that sound?"

"Not like a prank, I'd gladly send in whatever you need when the sun comes up." Sanai added, "Till then have a pleasant one, take care" she hung up and soon after passed out.

Her eyes were glued to the screen of her laptop hypnotized, by a signature. Sanai had sent the contract over to Edge a week ago, now she was star struck over his signature, reading over the contract again for verification she couldn't believe it this was her first ever major client worth the hype. Since her interrupted date with Roman, Sanai went offline and focused on boosting her career and in a short span she landed a solid W, and that needed celebrating.

Sanai was cooped up in her apartment when her cell rang, breaking the spell she was under. Looking at the name on her phone a smile split her lips, it was Annura.

"Hey, Doll"

"Hey, are you still stuck under your funk?"

The funk Annura was asking about was the conversation Sanai had with her girls after her date about the frustration and roller-coaster cycle her emotions have to go through when it comes to love more so the return of Roman Reigns, pushing back the chair she was sitting on Sanai walked to her wardrobe.

"Actually, quite the opposite"

"Now, that's what I wanna hear. Tell me something good"

"Edge signed the contract", a screech came from the other line, but it wasn't Annura. Sanai quickly removed the phone away from her ear.

"Oh, you're on speaker. That was 'Yola. We're having brunch", Loyola came on the line. "Edge? No way! This calls for a celebration"

"I know right! Hold up, ya'lI have been hanging out without me?"

Annura interjected "In our defence you went offline"

Sanai nodded, "True"

"How are feeling though, has it sunk in yet?" Loyola's voice came on

"Nooo, I keep staring at his signature like an idiot"

"Only you my friend, but honestly I would too" Loyola concurred. Sanai started going through her hangers in her wardrobe.

"Are those hangers I hear?" Annura asked, Sanai agreed.

"It's official, you have plans. Tonight we're going to Dirty Deeds to celebrate"

"Now, that's something I'm fully on board with. Tell 'Yola to slow down on the mimosas, save room from tonight"

"I'm right here you know" Loyola made herself known, "Unlike you I'm not a lightweight" Sanai didn't take offence they played that way, Sanai spotted a knowing grin.

Annura chuckled "Okay, dear we'll see you tonight"

"Please be safe, see ya'll later" Sanai wrapped it up ending the call.

A Week Ago…

2 a.m. was the hour Roman Reigns ripped inside his Penthouse vexed as hell, tonight ended in somewhat mess and he had Paul Heyman to thank for his current state. His thoughts were going at lightning speed, Roman thrust his hand over his hair setting his locks free, the tied bun was restricting any form of coherent thought to process.

Roman entered the nearest bathroom in his Penthouse to make himself fairly appropriate, as there was a guest he didn't want to show he wasn't in the best of frame of mind. Wrenching the faucet on full blast Roman proceeded to splash water on his face several times, his night was going as planned he was reunited with the woman he made a mistake letting go of all those years ago, he had her where wanted and was on the road to a perfect union, however the night began to tank when he received a text message from an old flame screwing with his state of mind might have been temporarily but shitty non the less, then came the nail to the coffin when Jey alerted him that Paul was meeting with a guy he made ghost, Brock Lesnar.

Brock Lesnar returned making demands claiming he had a cut over territory that Roman Reigns presumably owned, that it was due to him, and his meeting with Paul Heyman was them merely catching up. Roman knew it was bullshit. Brock was too enthralled in his vendetta to just coincidently meet Paul Heyman, who was once his advocate. Overall Paul had a history of being a conniving chameleon.

"Say I ignore whatever you've got going with this dumbass" Roman was referring to Brock "What makes you think I will fully trust you after this, especially with my Empire?"

Paul began his torrent of justifying his actions "My Tribal Chief, I came here on your behalf to negotiate..." Roman cut him mid-sentence "Negotiate on my behalf? Hear me, and hear me well. I don't bend down to any man and you sure as hell don't speak for me, Paul"

Brock got up from where he was sitting "Paul, let me know when you're done being a bitch" and headed for the door, however collided with Jimmy and Jey on his way out, a game of intimidation began between the men. "Your tunnel vision has got you coming for The Bloodline. What we've built, the Empire and we do not turn a blind eye to shit, like yourself"

Roman walked toward where Brock Lesnar was standing, "I smashed you once, I'll have no problem doing it again"

Brock turned around and faced Roman. Jey and Jimmy followed not far behind "As usual hide behind your little bitch squad see where that gets you when I take everything you care about"

"Who you calling a bitch" Jimmy came in hot, trying to throw hands at Brock but Jey halted him from escalating the situation, it wasn't the place nor time. A standoff between Roman and Brock ensured. Brock Lesnar never made idle threats he annihilated anything and everything in his path and right now Roman Reigns was in his path, he was coming for Roman and his Bloodline.

The water he splashed on his face did little to cool off the heat he was feeling, Roman braced both arms on the sink and tilled his head up from the sink staring at his reflection on the mirror, an intense rage came over him as if possessed his fist made sheer contact with the mirror shattering it instantly hurting himself in the process. All his efforts to remain calm were failing as a result he broke a mirror, he rinsed what blood came from the wound and he willed himself to go to his bedroom where he though Sanai would waiting for him, the room mocked him it was empty, Sanai had left.

"Fuck" He cussed.

Now

Sanai was alone in the centre of a semi-darkened room waiting. The only light came courtesy of a lone halogen light overhead. Small beads of sweat peppered her forehead and coated parts of her chest. The room was scorching but in actual essence it was her own natural body heat making her slightly uncomfortable, her muscles coiled in anticipation. Her clothing felt too tight, the dark hosiery enveloping legs was akin to latex paint, her latex-esque mini skirt was not doing her any favours either.

The increasing sound of her heartbeat was beating annoyingly right in her ears and her tongue was parched. Being alone and on her own was nothing new to Sanai, however her patience was waning she just wasn't a fan of things dragging out.

The tone changed when a door located in the back opened. Dim light from the hallway spilled inside by the way of freedom was suddenly barred. A man prowled toward her, his body athletic. His silhouette casting daunting shadows everywhere. Sanai set up straighter her back firmly pressed the chair she occupied. She didn't look away as he drew closer, unsure of where or how he might strike but wanting to be aware of his actions. Her mouth opened but failed to form words.

The man didn't stop approaching Sanai until his legs crashed into hers. The contact made her gasp. Sanai's gaze travelled up his chest, she angled her head to get a better look at the man's face however it was hidden in shadows.

Sanai cleared her throat and attempted to speak her voice cracked roughly, Sanai paused and she spoke up again this time more self-assured "What are you going to do to me?"

Although she couldn't see it Sanai knew he was smiling. He kneeled down to his haunches, "What am I going to do to you, she asks? Do what I've been paid to do, do what I do best and show you a good time. Let's get started"

Right then light flooded the room, miniature strobe light began swirling the room. Sanai was greeted by an Asian man as he stood to his full height. The next thing Sanai heard was the familiar sensual sound of Tank's 'F it up' playing in the background.

Sanai took a better look at him. The stripper. Well defined arms both tatted in various flowery patterns, ripped abdomen, well-toned pecks, amazing thighs and skin slightly tan began moving toward her the tattooed chest moved sinuously as his body did, dyed platinum blonde hair matted his forehead. Her eyes travelled down his tatted chest premature sweat peppered his pecks going down her eyes dropped to his package Sanai's eyes ballooned at the sight of it. The bulge behind his camouflage pants was simply… Sanai was about to look away when the male exotic dancer straddled Sanai taking care not to touch her, though Sanai had to fight every fibre of her being not to touch.

So far her trip to Dirty Deeds was worth it from the free drinks and Karaoke with enough videos to make Sanai and her friends GIF's till the end of time, now this private lap dancer. Celebrating landing her first major client was a blast.

The stripper was thrusting and rolling his body in ways that made Sanai blush and burn up. The male exotic dancer made a turn revealing his backside. Sanai was in awe as the face of a Tiger adorned his entire back in majestic orange and black.

A resounding 'Wow' came from her lips. The entertainer smiled and went on the floor writhing in hypnotic pumps that left little to the imagination. Arching his back, flexing showing off his agility and acrobatics. Sanai was vaguely unaware of her motor functions, between ogling, panting and holding her breath she was blissfully dizzy.

Her eyes dripped low to where his package was her nipples grew hard as her mind drifted into the gutter she pressed her thighs tighter an attempt to hide her arousal. He was well hung.

The male entertainer dropped to her level, "You know, you're staring"

He caught Sanai off guard, "What? Uhm…"

"You want to touch it?" The dancer looked at her.

Sanai thought he was referring to his dick. "Isn't touching against the rules" her words were barely audible.

He let out a laugh. Hunched, he turned around showing Sanai his defined tattoo up close. It dawned on Sanai what he was referring to, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she held.

"One little touch won't hurt. Touch it"

Sanai hesitated, "I promise it won't come out of my skin and attack you" he joked.

Sanai reached out with her hand and felt his warm and sweaty flesh, she began tracing over the snout of the Tiger tattoo. "The name's Tarzan by the way" his voice tickled her ears.

She giggled "That's your performer name? I bet there's a good story behind it"

Tarzan turned around facing Sanai, "I was an athletic kid growing up. Jumping off walls, the works. I'm into adventurous shit anyway"

"Explains a lot" She was referring to his moves, he smiled. Sanai looked at his face. He was attractive, the kind that left one blushing and giggling for no reason. The face really did match the package. His best feature was his smile, it was infectious. Tarzan got up and finished his session.

Walking on wobbly legs Tarzan escorted Sanai out, "Thank you for coming" he smirked.

Sanai brushed profusely if I don't cease and desist the gutter will be the death of me her thoughts chimed in.

Getting to her friends Sanai was welcomed by Annura handing her Tequila shots "How was that? Did you have fun?"

"Is the sky blue?"

Annura looked at Loyola smirking as the two clinked their shot glasses, "Mission complete"

Loyola stared at Sanai, "Look at her eyes, your pupils are dilated, what did you see in there??"

"Girl, you do not want to know" Sanai took a shot back bringing the glass down, as if on cue the girls cackled raucously.

"By the way your phone keeps vibrating. At first, I thought you actually brought a vibrator" Loyola handed Sanai her clutch bag. Sanai fished out her phone from her clutch and was received by 12 missed calls from a familiar number, she immediately switched off her phone. Sanai knew who was trying to reach her, she just wasn't in the mood to entertain him.

"It's time we call it a night. I'll pay for the drinks it's the least I can do after my offline episode and tonight was spectacular" The ladies did not oppose they kept drinking. Sanai got up from the booth they were occupying and went over to the bar and requested the bill from the bartender when a tall figure appeared behind her, "I'll take care of it" the figure offered aid.

Sanai looked up and began blushing "Tarzan" she said his name a little too loud, he jumped a little, "Actually, it's Tora" he gave Sanai his real name.

"Wait, Tora as in Tiger, right? You love your name that much?" Sanai was referring to his tattoo. Tora threw her a winning smile and agreed with a nod. His mesmerising smile made her smile.

"It's nice to be acquainted with but I'm a complete stranger, you don't have to pay" Sanai looked down going through her clutch, looking for her wallet when she raised her head he was gone. The bartender handed her the receipt, however at the bottom was a number. Tora had left his number. Before she could process her friends were by her side.

"Let's all go to my place and sleepover" Loyola's words slurred a little, she hiccupped clearly tipsy.

"Who's the lightweight now" Sanai teased Loyola on their way out of Dirty Deed.

The girls were woken by a knock on the door after they had spent the night at Loyola's place. Loyola was the first to protest kicking off the sheets, mumbling obscenities she grabbed her robe and headed for the door. Loyola was about to rip a new one for whoever was at her door. Opening, the knock came courtesy of Jey Uso. Her obscenities were cut short when she laid eyes at the man at her door, "Hey, I know it's early but I'm looking for Sanai. Is she here by any chance?

Loyola was instantly taken by his good looks, Loyola proceeded to take the identity of the person they were looking for, "Yes, currently speaking. How can I help?" Jey simply smiled.

Sanai caught wind of who was at the door and leaped off the bed, "You've gotta be kidding me" she incredulously spat. Sanai paused, standing from afar watching her friend impersonate her and shamelessly gush over Jey.

Jey was about to speak when, Sanai came in from behind. Loyola didn't budge, "Do you have message for me?" Loyola continued her ruse.

"Yes Jey, do you have a message for Sanai?" Sanai spoke up from behind. Loyola merely looked away "Why so shy, Sanai?"

Jey made eye contact with Sanai, she continued teasing Loyola "Don't look away he has a message for you, since your me"

"What? You hear that, I think Annura needs help with something" Loyola quickly made herself scarce. Sanai got out closing the door behind her.

"Should I be flattered you're stalking me now"

"You have your social media to thank, otherwise I'd probably be at your apartment, again"

Sanai gave Jey a look of displeasure. "Let me guess I've been summoned" sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Yo, don't give me attitude, I'm just following orders"

"Exactly! How about you don't for once"

"We both know that's near impossible with that guy" Jey was referring to Roman Reigns, Sanai fought off a laugh.

"Fine, let me get my stuff and we'll get going"

Sanai opened the door, when both Loyola and Annura came falling over, "The hell?"

Caught in the act. "We're not gonna pretend you didn't catch us eavesdropping, so… who was that?" Annura asked

Loyola hopped on, "Yeah, and where are you going with him" Sanai looked at them, "He's friend" Sanai kept it brief.

Loyola wasn't buying it "There's more and you know it"

Sanai began packing her things "He's related to Roman, isn't he?" Annura figured it out.

Nothing gets passed you, Sanai wanted to add but kept quiet. "We're not gonna stop you from leaving but you have a life outside this guy, you are your own person. Don't ever put your life on hold for this guy or any guy. Don't wait around for someone who's still figuring their shit. You're important, you matter, you deserve better and the most vital thing is, you have us. Remember that."

"I know that" Sanai flashed a sad smile. Those were her parting words.

Sanai was currently in motion, Jey was on the wheel. When she entered the vehicle Sanai was under the impression she and Jey were on their way to see Roman Reigns, upon entry he was right there on the backseat looking immaculate as ever.

Sanai wasn't exactly joyous, Last night was one she wasn't going to forget anytime soon, images of 'Tarzan' kept popping up in head, she drank a considerable amount of alcohol and it was catching up with her. She turned her head to look out of the window. Annura's words repeatedly rang verbatim in her head and the company she was with in the car wasn't helping.

As the drive went Sanai wanted to catch up on sleep but that wasn't happening with Roman around, who seemed to be in foul mood.

"Care to tell me why you left that night" his voice reverberated, Sanai didn't bother to look at him as she was still looking out the window.

"You're not my end all be all, Roman." Stated matter-of-factly.

Taken aback, "Pardon?"

Sanai turned away from the window, stared at Roman and said it again, "You're not my end all be all I have a life outside of you. I left 'cause I didn't want to deal with the fallout of what made you leave to begin with"

Roman scoffed darkly, "I tried reaching out to clarify the matter" Roman held back he didn't want a confrontation with her.

"Yeah, I'm aware a combined number of 12 missed calls and that was last night, alone. Look can we not right now I've got an excruciating headache making it difficult to think and all this motion is making me nauseous" Sanai proceed to rub her temples.

Roman Reigns prior to Jey picking him up had engaged in a heated conversation with his old flame, Sasha Banks. Sasha Banks was a model, a fashion mogul and a boss in here own right. The two were like fire and ice. Touch and go, back and forth but they always found a way to come together and make it work. They dated for a few years but over time their pattern began to tire and things just didn't work out so they parted ways. However until recently Sasha came back wanting to reignite the flame they once relished in, Sasha Banks was adamant in her mission whereas Roman made clear her was occupied.

In-route to picking up Sanai, Roman continued to belittle his 'Wiseman' Paul Heyman over the phone as he failed to quell Brock Lesnar's under dealings, his fixer capabilities coming up short. Now he had to deal with a bratty Sanai.

Roman Reigns went on a tirade of which Sanai tuned out. Sanai looked unbothered which bothered Roman so he pushed a glowing red button.

"It's enough I have to deal with a certain individual's incompetence. I don't need your attitude Sasha"

A ringing came from Sanai's ears, she heard that right, right? Roman said Sasha's name intentionally.

Sanai started looking around the car, up and down left then right like she had lost her keys, "Where, where is Sasha, I don't see any other person here"

Sanai looked over at Jey "Wait, are you Sasha?" she asked in all seriousness. With every question he voice kept going higher.

Sanai looked and pointed at Roman with her index finger "Are you Sasha?" Sanai brought that finger back at her, "Am I Sasha. Do I look like a Sasha? Is my name Sasha!?"

"You know what, Jey unlocked this door" Sanai demanded, Jey was hesitant as the car was still in motion.

"You better open this gawddamn door!" Sanai was pissed. She grabbed the handle and pulled Sanai didn't care she wanted out. The car came to an abrupt halt.

Roman Reigns would admit Sasha Banks was feisty as hell but this, Sanai was a hurricane something he wasn't used to coming from her.

"Well that worked" Calm as ever, Roman stated brazenly

"You said that to get a rise outta me? Well congratulations, you dick" she spat.

Seeing her lose it was making him hard as hell but he could see he messed up, bad.

Sanai cocked her head, "Clearly you have it in your head that you can do whatever, when it comes to me and I'll just what? Let it slide, right? Old Sanai, sure. You were her thrill she'd appease your every whim like an idiot but guess what she's grown now and she doesn't have to settle for this," she waved a hand up and down encompassing his person.

"I remember you saying that you went through a 'readjustment'," Sanai air quoted. "Readjusted bullshit is more like it. You're still the same you just dressed it up with civility. As for Sasha, I'm no bench warmer, I'm not a substitute. You feel like I'm not enough go find better and leave me alone"

Seeing his mishap Roman instantly tried to reach for Sanai's wrist to stop her from leaving but she had already exited the vehicle.

Luckily they were around her area of stay when she abruptly exited the car. Sanai kept looking over her shoulder to see if she was being followed by Roman and his cohort Jey. Fortunately no one followed her cause if they did Sanai would have kicked someone in the nuts, she was still upset and the only remedy she needed was the cookies and cream ice-cream from the local dessert parlour.

Entering the establishment Sanai was met with the sweet smell of all kinds of sugary treats, inhaling it alone eased off the tension she felt. Sanai walked to the counter and was greeted by the cutest girl with pig tails in a red flannel, wearing the parlour's pink and purple apron, "Welcome to Sugar Bloom. How can I help you today?"

"Hey, I'd like Cookies and cream Ice cream, please"

"Anything you want to add?"

"Yes, chocolate chips and please add the waffle special. I'm in a mood to eat my feelings" Sanai did that thing people do without reason, over share.

The girl smiled at her, "Staying in or …"

"I don't wanna see my apartment right now so I'm staying in"

"You can take a seat anywhere you like but if you're going to use the Wi-Fi I suggest you sit by the bar stools next to the display window the connection is efficient there"

Sanai looked at the name tag on apron the server's apron, her name was Nora "Thank you for the heads up, Nora"

The girl nodded and smiled "Your treats will be ready in no time"

Nora was off to do her duties, Sanai left the counter and got seated, sitting her brain played out her outburst, how could Roman bait her like that. Her mind wandered on to Sasha, who was she and what kind of relationship were they engaged in. That shifted very quickly when the bells of insecurity started ringing in her head was she a place holder. Sanai shook her head it was getting dark in there, she was at this fine establishment to get her mind of things and remedy her problems with sugar.

Sanai looked toward the bar stools situated by the display window she wanted to change her seat and maybe engage in mind numbing cat videos. Getting up she looked again. His defined back was facing her, tattooed shoulders and arms were on display. Wearing a fishermen beanie hiding parts of his hair, clothed in a Mauve tank top his tattoo poked out on the sides of his top.

Sanai knew that tattoo, she touched it no longer than 24 hours ago. Which god did I upset, seriously? Sanai looked up in disbelief, the man whose images had been popping sporadically in her head was right there. When she came to he was standing to his full height in black denim shorts, her eyes travelled to his legs spotting semi clean Chuck Taylor All-Star sneakers, above his legs tattoos adorned his left calf whereas his right leg was a blank canvas.

Sanai sat back down. To hide, her eyes found the next best thing. The table. She figured he was clearly on his way out he won't spot her right, wrong. Just then Nora chose that opportune time to arrive, "Cookies and cream with added chocolate chips and the waffle special. Enjoy"

As soon as the dessert hit the table Nora was gone. Before she could look at her delights. Onyx eyes bore into her. Caught, she didn't look away.

Her mouth did the talking before her brain could process, "What are the chances of meeting the stripper you were with last night, the following day?" Sanai smiled awkwardly. Tora merely graced her with his charming infectious smile.