"What do you wanna do today?" Roman asked.
Bryony bit her lip, stepped up to him, ran her fingers up his t-shirt covered chest and smirked.
"Maybe spend a few hours in bed," she suggested.
"And what will be doing there?" He asked teasingly.
"I was thinking..." She started.
Someone rang the door bell. Both of them sighed and then started chuckling at each other. He leaned down and pecked her lips.
"Hold that thought," he said. "Whoever it is, I'll send them away."
"You better," she said.
He grinned at her and winked before walking out to the front door. He opened, and his face dropped at the sight of Jon.
"Well, this is a surprise," Roman said.
"I guess," Jon shrugged. "I'm doing my brotherly duty."
"Your brotherly duty?" Roman asked.
"I'm here to see her, okay? What else do you want from me?" Jon asked.
"It's not about what I want," Roman said.
Roman stepped aside and held out his hand. Jon walked inside and followed Roman to the living room.
"Bryony," Roman said.
Bryony turned around. Her face dropped at the sight of Jon. He was the last person she had expected to see today.
"Jon?" Bryony asked.
"Alright, I'm here. Roman filled me in yesterday. I see you made it out safe and well. Anything else you need?" Jon asked.
"You're suck a fucking ass!" Roman growled. "Show some fucking humanity."
"I'm here, aren't I?" Jon fired back.
"That's not fucking good enough!" Roman yelled.
"Stop!" Bryony shouted.
Both men stared at her. She sighed and looked at her brother.
"I guess it's too late for us," Bryony said.
"Probably," Jon shrugged.
"Was it something I did when we were young?" Bryony asked.
"Not really," Jon sighed. "I just never felt anything for you. I won't apologize for feeling this way."
"I'm not asking you to," Bryony looked over at Roman. "He's your friend. I won't stand in the way of your friendship. I'm gonna go read a book while you hang out."
Before Bryony could leave the room, Roman turned to Jon.
"Get out," Roman said.
"What?" Jon asked.
"I said, get out," Roman said. "Do I need to yell it too or spell it out for you? Get the fuck out of my home!"
"Roman," Bryony said lowly.
"No, this isn't about him anymore. I listened to him talk trash about you countless times. All the nasty things you said, Jon. She didn't deserve that. You built up this false image of her in your head in order to justify your treatment of her. Today I'm ending that circle. I don't care what you do from here on out. You're no longer a part of my life," Roman said.
Jon's jaw dropped. His eyes turned cold and hard as he aimed his gaze at his sister.
"You fucking bitch!" Jon snarled. "Maybe if you stopped whoring yourself out to random idiots on the street, you wouldn't be where you are in life right now."
"I was with him for two years!" Bryony screamed. "I never fucking slept around like you used to with your fucking fans and gym girls. And I never fucking judged you either, Jon."
"Roman is too good for you. He will never fuck you," Jon said. "You're not taking my friend from me!"
Jon took a step towards Bryony. Roman grabbed Jon, forced him up against the nearest wall and wrapped a hand around his throat.
"You will not lay a finger on her!" Roman growled.
"Fine!" Jon gritted his teeth. "But you know I'm right. She's just trying to get a free fuck from you to be able to say she's fucked the great Roman Reigns."
"Funny you should say that," Roman smirked. "I've been fucking her for two weeks now and she hasn't told anymore yet. I've been dying to let someone know that I got an amazing girlfriend now. Guess you're the first."
"No way," Jon said lowly.
Roman's smirked turned into a cruel, sideways smile. He moved his hand around to Jon's neck and dragged his former friend back to the front door. Roman pushed Jon outside. The two men stared at each other for a second.
"I don't believe you," Jon said.
"I honestly don't care," Roman said.
"But she's my sister," Jon said.
"That ship sailed a long time ago," Roman said. "She finally gave up on you. I gave up on you. We both fucking gave up on you. Go be Mox and pretend to own the world. You just lost the both of us. I know you'll pretend to not give a shit when you tell people about it, but you and I both know you'll cry yourself to sleep for many nights to come. I know you better than anymore."
Jon blinked fast a couple of times. There were tears in his eyes but he refused to show his weakness to Roman despite Roman being completely right.
"You two deserve each other!" Jon snarled.
"Yeah, I think so too," Roman said.
Jon turned around on the spot and stormed back to his car. Bryony came out to join Roman. Roman placed an arm around her shoulders and leaned down to peck her lips. That was the last thing Jon saw before his tears started falling. He pressed down the gas pedal and drove away. He would never admit to crying over the loss of Roman.
"Are you okay?" Roman asked.
"Me?" Bryony asked. "Are you okay? He was your friend."
"As long as I have you," he smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere," she said.
"You better not, my flower," he said. "Now where were we? Right, you said something about spending a few hours in the bedroom. You're gonna get it so bad."
"How bad?" She bit her lip.
"So fucking bad," he grinned. "You're not gonna be able to walk by the end of the day."