Roman had run around for a few minutes searching for Lorelei but it was like the ground had opened up and swallowed her. Either she had sprinted away from the place or she had jumped into a cab before he got out of there. Either way, he knew where she was going. They stayed at the same hotel. He pulled out his phone and called Stephanie.
"Hello?" She asked.
"It's Roman," he said.
"Why are you calling this late?" She asked.
He hoped she would buy his little lie and not start asking any questions.
"I went out with Lorelei tonight and she left her purse behind. Her phone and wallet are in there. Can I get her room number so I can return it? She must be going out of her mind already if she thinks she dropped it somewhere," he said.
"Of course," she said. "Two seconds. I'm looking it up."
He tapped his foot impatiently for the few seconds it took.
"314," she said.
"Thank you," he said.
He hung up, jumped into his car and drove back to the hotel. He took the elevator directly up to the third floor. He hoped she had taken a cab back so that she was already there. He needed to see her right this second. He walked to her door and knocked. He smiled when footsteps moved towards the door from the other side. She had made it back before him.
"Who is it?" She called.
"Roman," he called back.
She went silent for a few seconds. He was just about to knock again and beg to be let in when she finally unlocked the door and looked at him. He could see she had been crying. He looked down to see she had taken her gloves and shoes off, but other than that, she was still in jeans and sweater.
"I'm in love with you," he said. "So fucking much that it hurts to see you almost everyday and never get to kiss you or touch you. I know you feel something too. You said it back at the pizzeria, and I can feel it everytime I'm near you. Don't deny it."
"I'm not," she said lowly.
"I know it's hard, but please, trust me. Let me in. Let me love you the way you deserve," he said.
He grabbed her face and kissed her. He moved forward, hoping she would let him in. She took two small steps backwards. Just enough for him to close the door. He pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the floor.
"Let me see you," he said.
He grabbed the sweater and locked eyes with her. She nodded and he pulled the sweater off her. She hadn't been lying back at the pizzeria. Her right side was badly scarred. He didn't care about that. He cared about her as a person.
He leaned in and kissed her again. His lips moved to her scarred neck, kissing the skin that she was so ashamed off while he opened the bra and sent it to the floor. He kissed his way further down to her breast. He felt her shiver and heard her choke back a sob.
"Easy. It's okay. I won't hurt you," he said.
He raised his head to look in her eyes. Tears were falling freely down her cheeks. He dried them as good as he could with his thumbs.
"You're beautiful, Lorelei," he said.
"I'm not," she whispered.
"You know I never lie," he smiled. "And you're stunning, sweetheart. You're everything I want."
He kissed her again to drive his point home.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
He kissed her again and opened her jeans. He left them on her and instead wrapped his arms around her.
"Do you want me?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered. "So fucking much. I've wanted you ever since I first met you."
He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down on it, grabbed her jeans and panties, and pulled them off her in one go. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. The woman of his dreams was naked in front of him. Her voice broke his trance.
"You got too much clothes on," she said.
She snapped his head up and looked her in the eyes while smirking.
"Oh, now she gets an attitude," he chuckled.
He pulled his t-shirt off and chuckled again by the hungry look in her eyes that seemed to devour his naked torso.
"All in good time, sweetheart," he smirked.
He placed himself between her legs and gave her one last look before bowing his head down to run his tongue up between her folds. He was gonna show her exactly how good sex could be with the right man who cared about her.
He moved his tongue around slow at first, rejoicing in every moan and whimper he got back in return. He slowly increased the pace and found the right rhythm. He had her crying out shortly after. He held on to her thighs and forced her to take everything his tongue could give until her body stopped shaking.
He raised his head and smiled at the sight of her. Her chest was heaving, her body already having drops of sweats all over it, her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. He got out of bed and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes. She didn't notice anything until he crawled up her body and leaned over her. She opened her eyes and smiled even wider.
"I take it it was alright?" He cracked a sideways smile.
"It was better than alright," she grinned. "None of my toys have been able to do that."
He couldn't help but laugh at how blunt she was all of the sudden. The woman that usually hid herself away was suddenly very open with him. He loved it. He was well aware he probably would be the only person to ever see her this open but that was alright with him. She always had a great personality around everyone. If he was the only one she ever dared showing her body to, he wasn't gonna force her out on a beach or anything. He was simply gonna understand and love her like she deserved.
"I got a problem," he rubbed his dick over her clit. "A big one."
"How about we solve it then?" She asked.
"Birth control?" He asked.
"I got it covered," she answered.
He smirked and pushed inside her without warning. He held still and watched her while she adjusted to his size.
"Holy fuck," she said. "Yup, it's been a while, and you're way bigger than him."
"I take that as a compliment," he chuckled. "Say when."
"When," she said.
He started moving slowly. He kissed her again before moving his lips and hands all over her body, trying to kiss and touch every part of her he could. He increased the pace little by little until he moved at a steady pace. Her hands roamed over his body as well. Touching, pulling, scratching, demanding more. He gave her all he could until she fell apart a second time and took him with her over the edge. He held still and buried his face in the crook of her neck while trying to catch his breath.
"Can I spend the night here?" He asked.
"I would feel pretty damn used if you don't," she chuckled lightly.
"I figured I'd better ask since I kinda forced my way in here to begin with," he said.
He rolled down next to her and popped his head up on his elbow so he could better look at her. His hand slid down her side and caressed her hip.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"You keep saying that," she said.
"And I'll continue saying it until you believe me," he said.
"And if that happens?" She asked.
"Then I'll continue saying it because it's still true," he said.
He leaned over her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Should we take a shower before we go to sleep?" He asked.
"That might be better. We both stink," she said.
"I don't regret it," he said.
"Me neither," she said.
He got out of bed and pulled her up as well. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly backed her out in the bathroom.
"So how do things work with dating within WWE?" She asked.
"We keep it a secret until we're absolutely sure. Of course the bosses have to know," he said.
"And your friends?" She asked.
"I'll tell my cousins and Seth. Don't worry. They all know how I feel about you already so they'll be happy. They all like you," he said.
He started the shower and turned to smile at her.
"I'm not gonna lie. Eventually the fans will catch on. Some people will think we're the cutest thing since kittens, and others are gonna hate you with a burning passion because they have crazy fantasies about how they want to be with me or some weird shit like that. They tend to forget that I'm my own man making my own choices, and that I would never be with someone like them," he said.
He pulled her with her under the water.
"Don't ever believe them for one second. Always come to me if anything bothers you and if people give you a tough time online. I can't do much about it but I'll always listen and be there for you," he said.
"I got thick skin," she said. "And that was not meant as a pun. I got bullied through high school because of the accident. I hide away now to avoid it but words no longer get to me like they used to."
"Good," he said.
He leaned down and kissed her again. He kept his hands on her hips and hummed lowly while he still tasted her on his lips after breaking the kiss.
"We're gonna be alright, aren't we?" She asked.
"I think so," he started grinning. "No, I know so. We're gonna be better than alright. We're gonna be fucking amazing together."