Chapter 12 – Everything Is Lost

February 22 – Sunday

After FastLane

"Ugh! Why are you here?" Lizette groaned as she leaned against the hotel door.

"Bitch invite me in and we can start the party." Amora chuckled as she watched Lizette open the hotel door more and invited her in with unspoken words.

Lizette shook her head as she watched Amora step past her and into her hotel room. "What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving early to spend some extra time with Baron?" Lizette asked.

Amora smirked. "Well my flight doesn't actually leave for another two hours and I figured since we ate dinner earlier so it's time for some wine and….brownies." Amora smiled evilly.

"God I love you." Lizette smiled brightly as she took a brownie as Amora pulled the cork on the wine bottle, poured two hotel plastic cups full and handed one to her. Lizette moaned softly as the brownie touched the tip of her tongue. "Dear God I really love you."

Amora chuckled as she plopped down on the bed next to Lizette. "I'm a fuckin genius."

"Yes…Yes you are."

An hour later, Amora packed up her things as she and Lizette finished off the bottle of wine. They both had a nice buzz worked up with the pot brownies; their munchies had kicked in about 30 minutes ago as they snacked on the munchies in the hotel room and were letting the crackers soak up the wine in their stomachs.

"So what are you going to do with Roman? His excuse wasn't exactly the best. He's lucky it wasn't me he said all that bullshit too. I'd cut off that perfect bun he can get his beautiful hair into and then cram it down his throat." Amora stated with venom in her voice.

Lizette couldn't help as she laughed when a visual flashed in her head. "I can see you doing that and being quite successful at it."

"Hey! I don't half ass things. If I threaten something then it happens." Amora snapped in honesty.

Lizette knew she wasn't kidding. "Maybe I should go talk to him."

"Talk? More like kick his Samoan ass until the Dynasty won't have it anymore."

Amora could tell Lizette wanted to get mad but couldn't because she honestly missed Roman too much. It wasn't as if Lizette just stopped loving Roman because he turned into a turd. She needed to get mad and spit nails because of what Roman had put her through. "When are you really going to make that big bastard pay for what he did to you and your relationship?" Amora asked curiously.

"What would you have me do Mora?" Lizette asked used Amora's nick name. "I miss him so much but at the same time I'm so pissed off."

"GOOD! Get mad, get angry, get fuckin pissed off! Roman took away your right to choose. He just assumed you wouldn't want to be with him because he wasn't a God forsaken wrestler when we BOTH know that's the furthest thing from the truth."

"I just – I just don't know what to say to him or how to get pissed off enough to actually confront him. Every time I start to think of what he did and said to me I feel hurt and then I get pissed but then I run out of steam; I just keep thinking that he thought he was doing what was best for us because he was scared and then I go back and think its such bullshit." Lizette confessed. She could feel the blood in her veins starting to heat up.

Amora smirked as she watched Lizette pace around the hotel room as she clenched and unclenched her fists. "That's my girl get good and mad and then go rip him a new asshole. He deserves it and you know it."

Amora looked at the time on her cell phone. "I have to get out of here. My plane is leaving in an hour and I need to get my bags checked. Wanna walk me down to…about the elevators?" She asked nonchalantly. She had it on good authority Roman's room was 3 doors down from the elevators.

Lizette held her angry in as she pulled on her black zip up hoodie. "Absolutely."

Lizette walked to the elevators; she stopped as she and Amora embraced tightly. "Text me and let me know you made it home safely." Lizette requested.

Amora nodded. "I want some good ass kicking juicy details tomorrow."

"No problem."

Lizette winked as she watched Amora walk onto the elevator before she turned on her heels and walked over to Roman's door before she raised her hand and knocked.

Roman wasn't really expecting anyone. After his match at FastLane with Daniel Bryan he had already taken a couple of pain pills, now he wanted to wrap his body in an ice pack blanket and pass out until check out time tomorrow.

Roman stood from the edge of his bed as he walked over and opened the door. He was definitely hallucinating when he saw Lizette staring back at him. "Lizzy, what are you doing here?" He asked curiously.

"Mind if I come in?"

Roman shook his head negatively as he moved to the side and let her enter his hotel room. He closed the door and followed her deeper into the hotel room. "What's up? I figured you'd be in bed already."

"Well first I wanted to congratulate you on your win tonight. Looks like you are on your way to WrestleMania to go after Brock for the title. Just please be careful, Lesnar thinks he's still in UFC and I don't want you getting your head knocked off; being headless is just not sexy." Lizette stated with a smirk.

Roman sighed softly more to himself than out loud. If she was joking with him it meant that hopefully they were on their way to starting fresh and getting themselves back on track.

That really couldn't have been further from the truth. It seemed a lot of things were FAR from the truth.

"What else did you come here for tonight?" Roman asked double curiosity reigning around in his brain now.

Lizette walked up as she stood practically chest to chest…well more like collar bones to face she wasn't exactly tall enough for anything chest to chest with him. She reached up and softly caressed Roman's cheek. His stormy grey eyes locking with her jade eyes. God she really did love him so much; too much probably.

What was that old saying?

This was going to hurt her a lot more than it would hurt him.

Lizette pulled her hand back and 2 seconds later she swung it around and nearly slapped Roman's lips off his face.

Stunned silence washed over the big Samoan. Did she just really…? Roman flexed his jaw – Jesus Christ she had lethal slap on her.

Roman finally got his bearings back as his eyebrows dropped to the bridge of his nose. "WHAT THE FUCK LIZETTE?" He growled at her.

"That is for all the hateful words you used to get me to leave the hospital the day after your surgery." She stated in a calm voice.

Roman opened his mouth to say something when she reached up and slapped him once again. "And that was for you being a fuckin coward about how you think our relationship would've been effected because of your injury; rather than just ask me."

She was FAR from finished.

Roman growled, but it was short lived when she slapped him across the face once more. "That was for ignoring me for the 3 fuckin months you were out on injury leave. I just wanted you to read one text or listen to one voicemail but you couldn't fuckin be bothered."

Lizette shook her head when he took a step towards her; her voice may have cracked but she still had plenty to say as she reached up and slapped him across the face for a fourth time. "That was for taking my choice away. For letting that God damn Samoan pride run your life. I would have LOVED to be engaged to you and help you through the entire ordeal but you just wouldn't let me. You didn't even ask me to marry you; you pussied out because you thought you were doing the right thing. You didn't even give me a fuckin chance to TELL you how I felt. I wanted to be by your fuckin side and help you but you just had to be a jackass."

Roman sighed heavily through his nose; the burning sensation in his left cheek was a reminder of why he should've listened to his family all those months ago and call Lizette to make amends, but he was being stubborn.

His thought process was cut off with yet another slap across the face. "That was for making me go through all this bad shit without the love of my life by my side."

Roman was starting to lose his patience; even though he knew he deserved all of this. Another slap brought him back to reality. "That was for thinking that just saying your sorry is going to fix everything between us."

Another slap and he grunted. He got his ass kicked in the ring and even though he won; he was pretty sure THIS was one ass kicking he wouldn't be winning. –SLAP- "That was for every fuckin tear I cried since you pushed me out of your life."

-SLAP- "That was for every sleepless night I laid awake and worried about how you were doing and if the physical therapy people were treating you right and if they were making sure to manage your pain properly."

-SLAP- "That was for making me waste two years of my life on you."

-SLAP- "That was for every kiss I should've never shared with you."

-SLAP- "That was for breaking my heart without yours even skipping a beat."

Lizette raised her hand again and slapped him. "That was for making me love you right now; even though I want to hate your guts for hurting me."

Roman growled out as he suddenly grabbed her upper arms and slammed her back against the wall. "STOP!" Roman roared out. "I GET IT!"

"NO YOU DON'T GET DICK; YOU ONLY THINK YOU DO BECAUSE OF WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU. YOU ARE GETTING PISSED BECAUSE I'M SLAPPING YOU BUT YOU ARE NOT EVEN COMPREHENDING THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING FROM MY MOUTH." Lizette yelled.

"You have NO idea what I feel inside. NONE!" She snapped as she pulled back and shoved Roman by his chest away from her, but he was a lot stronger and could stand his ground against her. "I want to hate you so bad. I want to hate you so much that you can FEEL my hate and pain and…"

Roman's lips crashing into hers silenced her rant. He had to get the anger and hate out of her he buried his hand in her short hair before he tightened it around his fingers and pulled her head back as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues battled in each other's mouths as Roman could feel his groin stir to life. He felt Lizette reached up and yank the rubber band from his hair before both of her hands buried in it.

The both jerked back when they needed air. Their chest rising and falling in rapid motion as they both panted; attempting to calm their oxygen deprived lungs and bodies down.

Lizette kept her eyes on Roman's as she panted softly. Who the fuck was she kidding? She needed this. She started yanking Roman's t-shirt out of his jeans and shoving it up his torso as he lifted his arms and finished pulling it off and threw it across the room as he got her out of her hoodie. He ripped her t-shirt and bra down the middle and the tatter cotton fell away from her body as his lips devoured her neck as he took her right nipple into his mouth. She was glad he didn't notice her covering her left breast. She wasn't nearly ready for him to see her scar yet but she needed this release and he wasn't protesting either way.

Lizette popped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down as she felt Roman doing the same to her as he yanked her jeans down her lace panties were shredded in seconds and joined her torn bra and t-shirt. Roman spun Lizette around to face the wall as she gasped out and felt him brush his erection against her bare ass. His hand slid around to the front of her body as he pinched her nub causing her to squeak out at first and then moan as he pushed her legs apart with his sneaker covered foot and pulled his jeans further down his thighs before he grabbed her right hip and pushed his erection into her body.

Both groaned with the friction and Roman pumped inside of her body a few times and he couldn't help groaning at how wet she already was for him. He decided he needed something a little more stable as he suddenly leaned over and lifted her by the back of her knees. His erection NEVER leaving her body as he walked over and placed her on her knees on the bed. He placed his hand in the middle of her back as he started to guide her hips forward and backward letting his need for her push him to take what he wanted and what she needed. He watched as she leaned over on her hands and her knuckled ghosted white as they grabbed the comforter.

Roman leaned all the way over covering her body as his hands were planted on the bed next to hers and he started pistoning in and out of her body and could feel as she began pushed back with the same force as he was thrusting forward.

Lizette couldn't even make a sound the feeling of him drilling into her body was literally taking her breath away. She felt his hair slide over her shoulders as his face was buried in the side of her neck. 'FUCK' She heard him growl in the side of her neck. She kept her mouth shut and started pushing back against him harder as she could feel her ass bouncing off his thighs. The sweat was literally covering both their bodies as her breathing started to come in short gasps; Roman knew she was going to cum and hard. His hand went back to the apex of her thighs as he swirled circles around her nub.

"Cum Lizette. Cum right now." He growled in her ear as he sank his teeth into her trapezius muscle between her neck and shoulder.

"FUCK!" Lizette exploded as white lights flashed behind her eyes she felt Roman as he buried himself inside of her body and chased her orgasm with his own; emptying himself inside of her body.

Lizette fell to the bed on her side facing away from Roman as he fell to his back staring at the ceiling; both trying to catch their breath once more.

Lucky for Lizette pain pills and exhausting fuck session equaled Roman passing out 5 minutes after collapsing onto the bed.

Lizette quickly collected her jeans and hoodie; leaving Roman a snoring pile on his own bed. She dressed quickly before she took off down the hallway and made it back to her room. What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted to give him a piece of her mind not a piece of ass.

Lizette got in the shower the tears she had wanted to cry earlier finally came as she slid down the shower wall. 'Everything is lost; everything.' She thought.