Chapter 13 – One Of Us Is Going Down
"I'M SORRY YOU FUCKIN DID WHAT?"
Lizette cringed as Amora flipped her shit.
Lizette hemmed and hawed trying to not say anything but knew Amora would keep grilling her after THAT confession. "I um…I may have – um sort of had sex with Roman."
"Sort of? What the fuck do you mean you sort of? You sort of got naked and slipped and fell onto his penis?" Amora asked. At first she had been speechless and now she couldn't get enough information.
Lizette couldn't help laughing. "No…I took my best friends advice and I got pissed off slapped him at least a dozen times and then ended up having really hot angry sex with him." Lizette groaned as she stood from her couch and started walking around her living room. "I didn't mean for it to happen Mora, it just sort of did."
"Oh God and now you're feeling all guilty and shit aren't you?" Mora asked. "Wait you didn't stay the whole night did you? You waited until that big Samoan was sucking in the curtains with his snoring and you took off and haven't spoken to him since."
"Damn it Amora I hate that you know me so well." Lizette groaned once more as she face palmed and fell into her chair as Amora gloated on the couch.
Amora chortled as she booty danced around on the couch. "Ha! I love it! Why didn't you stay? If you miss him so much it would've been the PERFECT opportunity for you to make up. Clearly he missed you as much as you missed him or he wouldn't have bounced you off his dick."
"Foul mouth!"
"Oh shut up. You've said worse to me before. That's mild compared to other things I could've said. Besides you know it's true." She laughed as she pulled her fingers through her deep purple hair. "So out with it. Why did you run? You have never run from anyone; especially not after getting a little dick."
Lizette smirked. "Let's be honest Roman's dick is anything but little." She had be a smart ass about it.
"Oh now who's being a foul mouth." Amora teased. "Listen, you miss Roman and he admitted he fucked up big time. He apologized, you got to beat the shit out of him and you got angry sex from him. Maybe now the healing ca begin."
"No – no definitely not; angry sex does NOT equal fixed heartbreak. He's going to have to do more than an angry fuck job to fix what he broke all on his own." Lizette stated with a tone of finality.
"Good girl." Amora stated with a huge smile on her face. "I was testing you and you passed."
"Piss off. I'm not in school anymore I don't need to be tested on heartbreak and relationships 101." Lizette shot back. Their friendship excelled when they talked shit to each other. "Besides I've had enough crappy boyfriends to of learned from the past. Which is why me getting a fuck job hasn't healed me. I've got enough pain in me without the cancer to last a lifetime. It's just a matter of Roman pulling his head out of his ass and fixing everything he promised he would fix."
"How do you know he will?" Amora asked curiously.
"Because I saw the look on his face the night we had 'the talk' and when he looked me dead in the eyes and said he would fix it and I would be his wife…well I couldn't help getting the chills and the only other time I got chills since knowing Roman is when he walked me home after our first date and he said I would be his and we would be married someday and that was just after our first date; it seems so long ago."
"I hope you're not putting all your hope into those promises." Amora stated. "Because if he hurts you again I'm going to kick his ass next time and let's just say he'd rather have your slap and tickle version; than my episode of cut off his balls and feed them to him." Amora was serious – oh yea she was definitely serious.
"Violent much?" Lizette teased.
Amora harrumphed. "Where the hell is Jillian? I thought we were all going to the movie?" Amora asked getting impatient.
"What are you in a hurry for? We've already seen this damn movie. We're just going to have fun and get out since I don't have chemo for a month."
"I'm just damned impatient." Amora advised in a snarky tone.
"HA! No shit. Keep your panties on I'm sure Jillian will be here soon."
Dean quirked an eyebrow as he looked at his big Samoan friend as his thumbs continued to smash the buttons on the PlayStation 3 controller. "Are you serious bro?" Dean asked as his blue eyes went back to the TV.
"Dead serious man." Roman stated as he shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck happened or what came over us. One minute she was slapping the shit out of me and telling me why she was kicking my ass and then next it was a race to get naked and fuck the shit out of each other."
"Dude, you're supposed to enjoy shit like that." Baron chuckled as he continued to battle with Roman and Dean.
Roman screwed up his face as he looked at Baron. "You should have no opinion on this. You're dating the Undertakers daughter. That's disturbing enough as it is."
Dean laughed hard. "I don't understand how you can have sex with her and NOT see Mark's face when y'all are fuckin."
"Oh God…" Baron groaned before he let out a chortle as he took a sip of his beer. "Bro Amora looks nothing like her dad."
"Yea well she doesn't have to look like her father. I'm just saying if it was me I'd see Mark's face…them long tattooed arms…big ass manly chest." Dean explained in detail. "You like them long biker legs wrapped around your waist."
Baron pulled the pillow from behind his back and chucked it across Roman's living room hitting Dean in the face. "Fuck off Ambrose." Baron groaned once more. "Man I'm not gonna be able to stick my dick in my woman for a week now."
Dean pulled his attention from the game as he looked at Roman. "So what are you going to do now big man?" He asked curiously. "You two need to address your little play time."
Roman shook his head once again. "Play time? Bro fuckin is fuckin. There was no playing about it. I love the shit out of that woman, but it shouldn't have happened."
"Oh my God I'm taking away your man card. You're starting to sound like a chic." Dean accused.
"I'm serious Ambrose. I spent two years falling in love with this woman. Sex didn't fix anything. As much as we both want it to be the solution to our problem; it's not. I promised I'd fix everything with us and I'm not going to get her back if I don't do the right thing." Roman stated. "I'm just sort of at a loss right now on how to fix it. This whole month is going to be build up for WrestleMania and I've already had a sit down with Vince, Hunter and Stephanie. I've got a little under four weeks to decide if I'm ready for the belt or not."
"Bro you're ready for the strap and even if you're not just take it anyway and then at Payback I'll whip your ass and take over possession of it; possession is 9/10ths of the law anyways." Dean chuckled when Roman gave him the finger.
Baron chuckled. "No filter bro."
"He doesn't even know what a filter is." Roman chuckled.
"DAMN IT!" Dean yelled as his guy on Call of Duty got blown to pieces and causing Roman and Baron to laugh at his outburst.
Baron paused the game. "Bro, I got an idea on how to fix things with Lizzy."
"I'm all ears."
Jillian snorted as she, Amora and Lizette walked into the theater marked '50 Shades of Grey 12:00 PM showing'.
"Umm what exactly is in these oversized purses?" Lizette asked. Amora had three large purses zipped tight that she handed over to her and Jillian.
Amora giggled like an evil school girl about to get into a shit load of trouble. "Just a little fun for everyone."
"Everyone? Who's everyone?" Lizette asked mildly curious.
"Open your bag and see what kind of fun we're about to have." Amora snickered as they sat down and got comfortable.
Jillian took a drink of her soda and spit it out as she opened the bag and saw a monumental amount of… "Are these…"
"Cock rings…Say it Jilli; c-o-c-k r-i-n-g-s." Amora spelled out with a tease.
"Sweet Jesus." Jillian stated as she looked at the whole purse filled to the brim with the male oriented sex toy.
"Oh God…" Lizette groaned. She looked down as she opened her bag that Amora had given her with a large rubber band. She didn't think anything of it until she saw the hundreds and hundreds of condoms. "Is there a reason you gave me a purse full of foil packaged prophylactics?"
"Well I figured if I gave Jillibean a purse full of cock rings and a purse full of lube for myself. I figured you my Lizzibug could have the condoms." Amora explained. "You know this theater is going to be full to the brim with men and women wanting to watch this BDSM filled movie. The seats I picked are above everyone else. We see people getting freaky or someone in the movie says a specific word we get to shoot something out at the people." Amora smiled evilly.
Lizzy gave Amora a disapproving look before Amora groaned. "Oh come on Lizzy. You've been going through Chemotherapy and Jillibean needs a break from Dean good dicking or her vag is gonna go on strike and she'll never be pleasured by him again. This is our fun and damn it were going to have a good time without dudes today."
Lizette shook her head negatively. "Where in the hell do you come up with these ideas?"
Jillian chuckled from the other side of Amora. "Girl, you have a hell of an imagination I'll give you that much Mora."
Amora popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "That I am."
The real fun started after the first moan of ecstasy when Amora stood up, tore the lid off a tube of lube and squeezed it so hard a stream of lubricant shot out the end and squirted at least 5 different people. Lizette and Jillian were overcome with the giggles they NEARLY got thrown out of the theater.
The next moan and Jillian borrowed Lizette's rubber band and flicked an un-packaged cock ring across the theater; her eyes widened as she threw her hand over her mouth when it pinged off the side of some guys head and hit his girlfriend.
Lizette was next up for the moan factor as she opened the foil packet and pulled the condom out and snatched a tube of lube from Amora and filled it and then tied it off. She looked at Amora and smirked.
Jillian kept her hand over her mouth as she watched Lizette stand up and launch the lube filled rubber; it sailed through the air and suddenly hit with a splat and a pop as it not only smacked some lady in the back of the head but exploded into her hair as well.
Lizette looked at Amora as she pulled out a notepad and started taking a tally of how many people they hit with each squirt, ping or flying object.
2 hours later the girls came walking out of the theater laughing so hard they all nearly couldn't walk straight. "I can't believe how many guys you beaned in the head with those cock rings." Amora chuckled as they piled into her blue Ford Mustang while she hit the button to lower the convertible top.
"I always did have damn good aim with a rubber band." Jillian boasted. "It's a damn shame we have to go back on the road tomorrow. I wouldn't mind going to another showing and going that all over again. There are going to be a lot of people running home to take showers after you lubed them during the movie."
"Drive by lubing's should be mandatory for that movie. Just makes it more fun to watch and sit through. That ending though; gives me the chills every time and just makes my heart go out to the poor girl." Amora admitted. "I think that's why I wanted the second viewing to be fun ya know?"
"Yea makes it less depressing to watch her get her ass spanked on purpose. You can REALLY feel that beating." Jillian stated honestly. "I swear I couldn't sit down properly at least a few days after I saw it and I wasn't the one who got beat."
Lizette sat in the back seat as she leaned back and took in the vitamin D as she listened to Jillian and Amora talking and giggling up a storm. She was blessed to have such great friends.
Today was a damn good day.
Lizette was in HELL.
She was in PURE HELL!
Burning, Lava boiling, soul punishing HELL!
She was currently on an exercise bike pedaling at a nice paced rate with Amora sitting on her right.
"Quit staring." Amora mumbled as she reached over and pinched Lizette's side; laughing as Lizette growled and slapped her hand away.
"I can't help it." Lizette groaned softly as she buried her face in her hands.
Three machines away Roman was in his black muscle shirt, black basketball shorts and grey spandex pants with his hair tied back in a bun jogging on the treadmill, breathing heavily, sweating profusely and basically turning on Lizette emphatically.
Amora chuckled as she watched her tormented friend stare at the love of her life as he sweat and worked out. Amora laughed harder as they watched Roman and Dean walked over to the weight bench as they spotted each other while they did 50 reps a piece before switching out and adding more weight to the bar.
"Girl if you don't stop staring he's going to see you." Amora warned.
"He already knows." Lizette stated softly. "Roman knows I love to watch him work out. The ay his body moves and how much weight he can lift with his powerful arms. The way he can do 200 sit ups without batting an eyelash but it makes me feel like my abs are being ripped out."
"He hasn't looked over here one time. How does he know?" Amora asked as she kept looking back at forth from Roman across the room to Lizette who was sitting next to her.
"He looked at me in the mirror's reflection when he was jogging and winked. So when I say he already knows…He really already knows." Lizette stated as she came to a stop on the bike. "And I'm finished I'm going to go shower we've got a good house show tonight. You should come shower too stinky." Lizette teased.
The men and women's locker room doors in the hotel gym were directly next to each other. Amora walked in first and the door was slightly closed as Lizette watched Dean walk in front of Roman. The separated couple looked at each other and stopped in mid stride.
Lizette smirked as she watched Roman pull his muscle shirt off; showing off his sweat covered right pectoral tattooed chest. He knew she loved him shirtless for his tattoo alone and was trying to use it to his advantage.
GAME ON
Lizette reached over and her thumb started at his navel slid all the way up the middle of his chest, up between his pecs, up between his collar bones and up his neck as his head went back. His head tilted forward as his grey eyes locked with hers as her tongue came out and sucked her thumb into her mouth. Her thumb pulled out from between her lips with a slight pop as she groaned. "There's a flavor I miss."
Roman groaned as he watched her tongue lick her thumb again before she winked back at him and walked into the dressing room.
Damn it! He really needed to fix things with her and fix them ASAP.