Hello hello y'all! I hope you can forgive me for taking so long to update but it will be worth it.

The songs in this chapter will be :

"Are you that somebody" by Aaliyah,

"Rock The Boat" by Aaliyah (Full Crate Remix) &

"Come and See Me" By PARTYNEXTDOOR FT. Drake.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC (and her friends)

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"It's Joe…..Joe Anoa'i"

"Joe" I repeated with a sigh, testing his name on my lips.

I couldn't believe I was just speaking with a famous wrestler like we were old friends; that's what it felt like anyway. During our conversation, I don't know what happened but….I felt like I could trust him and I think he felt the same since he gave me his real name and number.

Honestly a side of me was praying it wasn't Dean, he's not a bad looking guy but I would admit I'm a Roman girl….or a Joe girl if I could even say that or would that be going too far?

The feeling of my phone vibrating brought me out of my thoughts, quickly unlocking my screen to have my excitement turn to disappointment.

Derrick: U busy? We need to practice remember!

Sucking my teeth, I jumped from my bed to the closet to get my costume together. Lately Derrick has been a real bitch with our nonstop practices, I barely had time with school and work; but he was my best friend and this competition meant a lot to him.

After locking the front door, I put one earphone in before settling on my Ninja. It was something I loved but I didn't think I could make a career out of dancing with Derrick. He's even offered me a job being his assistant, it was a nice temptation but it wasn't my dream.

As I rode down the road, the lyrics echoed in my ear.

'If I let you know, you can't tell nobody I'm talking 'bout nobody.

Are you responsible? Boy I gotta watch my back cause I'm not just anybody.

Is it my go, is it your go? Sometimes I'm goody goody, right now I'm naughty naughty.

Say yes or say no. Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody.'

Oddly the chorus brought my mind back to Joe. Am I responsible to not tell anybody about my conversation with the famous wrestler? I mean of course he trusts me enough to know information that anyone could make a quick buck on by spilling it to the papers and fans, but I had a feeling that Joe needed somebody…

'But could I be that somebody?' I thought, pulling up to the studio.

Joe

As Joe separated the clothes from his bags into the wash, his mind couldn't help but wonder about Ashlyn. They were having a good conversation, he even told her his real name which he said he would never tell a fan but….she was more than a fan. As soon as he heard her voice, he felt like he could trust her, like he could tell her everything wrong with his life and she would make it better. But Joe knew he had to tread carefully on something like this, as far as he knew Ashlyn could be putting his business on social media.

'No, she wouldn't do that' he thought, giving the mocha skin the benefit of the doubt.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Joe swiped till he saw the number she called from to save it. Now came the hard part, what should he put for the name?

Biting his bottom lip, Joe typed in the first words that came to mind when he thought of Ashlyn.

Bella occhi marroni(Beautiful brown eyes)

As Joe stared at the name, he was at a standstill. Earlier he said he would call her back when Jasmine came into the kitchen, but the thought of calling her made him nervous and a little guilty. He was sure that she heard Jasmine, but it wasn't as if he was hiding the fact that he was married or had a daughter. The subject never came up yet ….But wouldn't something like that be too much to say to someone you just started talking to? It would be, if you were planning on going further than friends with that person. But all Joe wanted was a conversation with Ashlyn…..

'Do I?' he thought, sighing as he continued to stare at the number.

Who wouldn't want to talk with someone who was understanding, gentle, shy, beautiful; a good hearted person that listened and made him laugh. What difference was it that the person was a woman instead of a man?

Just as Joe was about to walk to his bedroom, a thought just crossed his mind.

'Was she more willing to accept my life as Roman or as Joe?' he thought running his fingers through his ponytail.

Numerous times Joe was conflicted when majority of his co workers would prefer the persona Roman then his own self. The same night he saw Ashlyn, he was going through the same thoughts. Would she be just like them?

'If she did then why would she ask for my real name?' Joe thought gathering the rest of his clothes from his suitcase.

"Jasmine, time to wash clothes!" Joe yelled down the hall, hearing an 'Okay daddy' echo back to him.

Once his clothes were separated, Joe noticed that the hamper was full. Not wanting to hear Janice's mouth when she came home and him being considerate, Joe decided to wash the rest of the clothes.

With his clothes already separated, all he had to do was do the same for the clothes in the hamper. As he pulled a couple of Janice's shirts and scrubs from the hamper to the color piles, Joe paused when he saw something new. A light blue lace teddy body suit,

Feeling his hands ball up the silk fabric, Joe felt sick to his stomach; was this what Janice was hiding from him?

"Daddy?"

At the sound of his daughter's voice, Joe tossed the negligee back into the hamper before facing Jasmine.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Joe asked, putting a calm face on for his daughter.

"I got my dirty clothes ready, and I put them in color piles like mommy taught me." she said sweetly, smiling at her accomplishment.

Hearing his daughter mention her mother made Joe's jaw clench into a frown, nodding his head. "Good job baby," he said deeply, trying to avoid his daughter's eyes.

"What's wrong daddy?" Jasmine asked, curiously; sensing something wrong with her father.

Joe honestly didn't know what to say to his daughter, he couldn't say what was on his mind and he definitely didn't want Jasmine to be exposed to something that she was still too young for.

Her big grey eyes stared curiously at her father for an answer, he wasn't ready to give. Joe had to get out of the house for a while, just being in the room with the item in the hamper made him feel like the walls were closing in.

"Nothing angel, but I got an idea. How about after I get through with the clothes, let's go out for a while then see nonna and grandpa." Joe said needing to get down to the bottom of things concerning his marriage.

Jasmine looked down then back at Joe, "Ok daddy." She said unsure.

Joe squatted down to his daughter's eye level when he heard the uneasiness in her voice, "What's wrong gelsomino (Jasmine)"

The little girl began to rub her right hand on her left arm nervously, "I forgot my phone at nonna and grandpa's" she said looking down, "Are you mad daddy? Mommy said I should be more re…respon-sa-bill" she asked sadly as she tried to pronounce the word.

"No, I'm not mad." Joe said smirking. On the contrary, Joe was satisfied that the evidence was with his parents. "But we'll talk about that later, now go get ready while I finish up the clothes" he said standing back up.

Nodding her head Jasmine quickly raced back to her room to get ready for her day with her daddy, while Joe sighed at the questions going through his head. He still hasn't seen the phone Janice had gotten for their daughter, now there was some lingerie in the hamper that Joe's never seen before.

All this was enough to make him tear up the whole room. But before jumping to conclusions he would spend time with his daughter, she was the only thing that mattered at the moment. Even if he had to hold back his anger just to give her a fun day with her daddy, Joe would put that ass chewing on hold.

Ashlyn

"Come on Lyn, you gotta have the connection with me." Derrick sighed, frustrated when he saw Ashlyn not paying attention again.

This was the 10th time they did the choreograph; Ashlyn could feel all her muscles in her legs ache as she tried standing to her feet again. Time and time again, Ashlyn tried to focus on the moves but all she could think about was when would he call?

"Let's take it from the top" he said getting in his pose, Ashlyn slinging her arm over his chest in a tired sigh.

At the sound of the beat dropping, Derrick spun Ashlyn away from him then back in his arms. Reaching for the ceiling, Ashlyn sighed as Derrick's hands seductively slid down her visible stomach to the top of her sweatpants covered hips. Bodies moving to the rhythm of the song echoing through the studio,

Pulling her for the next part of their dance, Derrick pressed Ashlyn's hips to his own; slowly grinding to the beat until it sped up, making the two perform a piece of the choreograph from the original music video.

Through the turns and touches, Ashlyn's mind thought on Joe once again. Did he call her back? Was he gonna message her instead? Would he explain himself more? Did he just want sex? So much ran through her head that she missed the last step, falling on her back with Derrick towering over her.

Derrick's fallen on Ashlyn before, but nothing like this.

His hazel green eyes stared into her surprised browns, feeling the other's face so close. Air being quickly inhaled in their parted mouths as they tried to catch their breath. Derrick glanced down at Ashlyn's lips then back at her eyes before licking his lips. Ashlyn gasped feeling Derrick push his waist in between her legs as he gently ran his fingers through her burgundy hair.

"Derrick, don't!" Ashlyn said, pushing both hands on his chest.

Stubbornly Derrick didn't move at her rejection, slowly moving back to thrust back onto her; making Ashlyn gasp out at the feeling of her friend's body on hers in such an intimate way.

"That's the type of connection we need to win this" he whispered before getting to his feet, holding his hand out to help Ashlyn up.

Shyly Ashlyn looked away from the hazel eyes that stared into hers a moment ago, before pushing herself off the floor.

"You alright Lyn?" he asked, grabbing his water.

Still looking at the floor, Ashlyn pulled her knees to her chest. "I thought you were gay?" she mumbled,

Shaking his head, Derrick grabbed another bottle for Lyn. "Far from it baby." He said deeply, handing her the extra bottle.

Grabbing the bottle, Ashlyn took the chance to look at Derrick; seeing him stand over her made her body shiver at the sweat falling from his face to his chest. Quickly turning her head, Ashlyn took a drink to cool herself down; feeling Derrick sit next to her.

"Look Lyn, this competition means a lot to me. And I didn't mean anything by it but we need to have a close connection if we're gonna win. The other competitors I've seen are not gonna hold back, so why should we?" he asked, his forehead falling to Ashlyn's shoulder. "Like I said I wasn't insinuating sex, I mean it's not like I wouldn't." he said, lifting his head from Lyn's shoulder. "You're beautiful, talented, and cute when you're clumsy. Even then you make up for it in your amazing personality. Any guy would be crazy to not want to….."

"Derrick" Ashlyn quickly interrupted, "Thanks, but no thanks" she said getting up from the floor.

In a rush, Lyn grabbed her bag and headed for the door not even waiting for Derrick to say a word to her.

Once she made it home, Ashlyn dropped to her couch; pulling her body into a fetal position. It took all she had to not cry in the studio, to not scream, to not feel…helpless ….like before.

With her body tired and aching, Ashlyn passed out on her couch. Her phone buzzing in her bag,

Joe

Joe lightly smiled as he held his sleeping daughter to his shoulder while he walked up the walkway to his parent's house.

He did enjoy spending time with his little Jazzy belle but now he had to find out about a few things. As he made it to the front step, his mother had already opened the door for him.

"Leati, my baby" Rosaline said quietly, pulling her son's face to hers; kissing his cheek.

"Hey ma," Joe said smiling down at his mother.

Seeing her granddaughter asleep, Rosaline pulled her 6'3 son inside to have him put her in his old room.

After Joe placed Jasmine down in his old bed, he gently brushed his fingers across the sleeping child's head; placing loose strands back in their place before heading downstairs into the kitchen where he knew his parents would be.

"There's my baby boy" he heard his father say from the fridge.

After hugging his dad, Joe smiled as he sat down. "Hey dad, you good?" he asked, watching the elder Samoan make a sandwich.

"Oloo ou manuia, I'm fine young blood." Sika said chuckling before eyeing his son seriously, "The question is, are you good?"

Joe sighed, feeling his jaw slightly clench up forming his mouth into a pout. "Not really pop" he admitted.

"I know you're troubled with Janice and Jasmine, atali'i (son). Your mother has been telling me that for weeks, I thought my ears were going to fall off." Sika joked, sitting at the head of the table. "Talk to me Leati." He told his son,

"It's honestly not Jasmine, pop." Joe started, "It's never an issue with my baby. But Janice, I don't want to jump to conclusions. I know I was hard on her when I first left but that doesn't mean she has to reject my calls or even keep me out the loop with her getting a job." Joe explained to his father, his mother just walking into the kitchen.

"Oh that's where Ms. Thing has been?" Rosaline snapped, hearing about her son's wife.

Joe shockingly looked at both his parents, "You guys didn't know either?"

At the sight of both his parents shaking their heads no, Joe could feel his heart pound faster.

"But… we don't have a reason to say she is going somewhere she shouldn't be" Sika said, giving his daughter in law the benefit of the doubt.

Rosaline hastily looked at her husband, "Have you been drinking my Rosatello again?" she asked raising an eyebrow before facing her son. "I have had a bad feeling about her leaving Jasmine with us for a while, Leati. It is not right for a mother to be apart from her daughter for so long." Rosaline said folding her arms, "Yes, yes this is the 21st century, but she is up to no good if she has not told you about her job"

Joe nodded to his mother, she did have a point. It wasn't right that Janice was away from Jasmine for so long, but to keep her job a secret from everyone was a red flag.

"Jasmine said she left her phone here." Joe said getting to the main reason why he came over, "Janice told me that she had gotten it when she broke her phone. Do you have it mom?" Joe asked, looking at his mother.

Sighing, Rosaline shook her head no again. "No, I had taken it from Jasmine after she spoke with you and placed it in our room to give it to you when you got here. But the next day it was gone."

"Damn it" Joe cursed under his breath,

The phone was going to give him most of the answers he wanted, but without it he didn't have any solid evidence on Janice being unfaithful. Except…..

"Ma, did anything seem out of the ordinary when you went to pick up Jasmine from my house?" Joe asked, hoping for something.

Rosaline thought for a moment before turning to her son, "Now that you mention it, Janice did the laundry before she left."

"That doesn't mean anything Rosa," Sika butted in, "You do the laundry every day, you even wash clothes that were already clean" he complained, teasing his wife. "Costing me a fortune in washing powder"

"Well if you would choose one shirt and not go through 3 to 5 different shirts, I would not need to rewash them." Rosa snapped, pouting out her lips at her husband before turning back to Joe. "I am just saying figlio (son), she was only washing the guest bed sheets. I checked; nothing else was with it. Not even Jasmine's." she said with a serious look on her face.

The information his mother gave him was a hard pill to swallow, but that was the reason he came over in the first place. He had to find something out one way or another.

Placing a comforting hand on her son's shoulder, Rosaline sighed. "You found something didn't you?"

"Rosaline!" Sika snapped, "Why do you not like your daughter in law? She must have a good reason to do the things she does." He said taking up for Janice again, when Joe didn't.

Rosaline's dark brown eyebrows ruffled together as she stared at her husband across the table. "A good reason? A good reason?!" she nearly shouted, "What good reason would she have to leave our granddaughter? To ignore our son as he works his fingers to the bone to provide for her and Jasmine! And you already know the reason why I do not like that little sgualdrinetta (hussy). She knew our Leati was going places and she wanted her hands in his pie." She fussed, placing her hand on her chest as she steadied her breathing. "Even though we were blessed with our beautiful grandbaby, I still am not convinced on Janice's feelings for you." his mother lectured.

Joe could feel his head begin to pound as he thought on everything since he's gotten home. He could be jumping to conclusions since he and Janice haven't been alone in so long, maybe he was sex deprived. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

"Alright ma, pop. Thanks for your help." He said getting up from his seat, "I gotta get Jasmine home."

"Leati,"

Joe turned to face his father at the sound of his name,

"I hope you find what you're looking for, but remember Janice is the mother of your child, no matter what results you get." Sika said giving his son a serious eye.

Joe nodded, understanding his father's words; before walking to his old room to get his daughter.

After tucking his daughter in bed, Joe retreated to his own room.

Falling on his bed, Joe sighed with his hands behind his head as he looked at the square the four posts around his bed made in the ceiling. The soft brown color reminding him of the eye color of a certain mocha skin female,

"Oh shit, Ashlyn" Joe jumped up, remembering he suppose to call her back.

Seeing that it was nearing 9pm, Joe thought she might be asleep. But it wouldn't hurt to try; he honestly needed someone to talk to.

Joe: Hey, you awake?

Nervously, Joe waited on her reply. Was she still interested in him? Would she be willing to be the support he needed? Hearing his phone ding, Joe felt his heart race.

Bella occhi marroni: Hey stranger