Chapter 28

"Sooo how did it go last night?"

Gabriella nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice behind her, shaking her head at the sight of a grinning Alexa. "I don't want to talk about it." She muttered, her cheeks already reddening at what a fool she'd been the previous night.

Frowning, Alexa stopped her friend from walking down the hallway and instead shoved her into a nearby empty dressing room, closing the door behind her. "Okay, I know I promised not to say anything, and I haven't, but…why HIM?" She STILL couldn't believe who Gabriella was currently shacking up with.

They hadn't been able to discuss it properly on the plane due to prying ears all around. Though, Gabriella had told Alexa what she planned on doing with her lover in order to get him to communicate with her better. Apparently, that had backfired because Gabriella looked lost and confused and Alexa wanted to do something, anything, to help her friend.

"I don't know. It just…sorta happened." Gabriella had been on her way to talk to Charlotte about their upcoming segment tonight on Smackdown!. "I told you what happened…"

"Yeah, he came down to NXT, saw you and you two began fucking like bunnies." Alexa waved her hand while speaking, something she normally did when she was trying to get a point across. "I get all that, but…is the dick really THAT good you're gonna let him dictate your career? And what about Baron? You still love him…"

"I already told you I don't know if he feels the same way about me…"

"And I'm TELLING you to give it a shot because you're gonna regret it if you don't and he winds up with someone else. Does HE even care about you? Or is strictly sex between you two?" Alexa demanded, planting her hands on her hips. "Because I'd be choosing love over a good lay any day of the week. And god only knows how good wolf boy is in bed." That got a small smile out of Gabriella. "Look, all I'm saying is you need to talk to Baron and come clean about your feelings for him. See how he feels. And if he rejects you, you always have your lover to fall back on since I KNOW you don't love him."

Alexa made a lot of sense, much to Gabriella's annoyance. Gabriella was terrified of ruining her friendship with Baron, however. If he didn't feel the same way about her and rejected her, their friendship would be over. Who the hell could stay friends after that?

"And you need to have this talk BEFORE the draft happens."

That was a very good point. Gabriella and Baron might be split up with the draft coming up, which made a solid ball form in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to be separated from Baron, not ever. Groaning, Gabriella nudged Alexa and then hugged her tightly, her way of thanking the woman for being nosy and trying to help her out with this situation.

"I'll do it. I'll talk to him before the draft…"

"I know you will, you know why?"

Gabriella smirked, already knowing what her five feet of fury friend was about to say. "Enlighten me."

"Because I'm on the main roster now. And I'll be kicking you in the ass and pestering you until you do it." Alexa grinned, winking up at Gabriella, who groaned again. "Now come on, I'm hungry and I wanna see what's in catering."

"Actually, I can't join you until I go talk to Charlotte about our segment tonight."

"Fine, meet me in catering then. That's where I'll be."

"Deal." Gabriella stopped Alexa from walking out. "Lexi?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Another grin shot Gabriella's way. "Anytime."

"We're going out drinking tonight, bro."

Roman looked up at his best friend knowingly, seeing the aggravation written all over Dean's face. "What happened?" He rumbled, sliding his wristbands on for the upcoming match tonight, even though he wasn't actually apart of it. The brawl afterwards would allow him to let out some aggression and, the fact it was AJ Styles, made it all the more better.

Growling, Dean tossed his bag against the wall and slammed his hand against the lockers, his eyes nothing more than ice. "Jecina. I ran into her in the hotel parking lot and tried apologizing for what happened at the airport. She wouldn't hear anything I had to say. And then claimed she'd never love me, even if she wasn't with Moxley."

"That's a lie." Roman snorted contemptuously, rising from the steel folding chair he occupied and grabbed his other wristband. "She was perfectly fine when she was fucking you until that jackass brother of yours wouldn't leave her alone. She's a lying bitch just like Lilianna."

"Hey! Don't call my girl a bitch, bro." Dean ordered in a low voice, not appreciating what Roman called Jecina, even though it was the truth.

She was a bitch. Jecina basically screwed him, used him and then did a complete 180 turn by choosing Moxley over him, all because he'd caught them screwing in his twin's dressing room! Granted, Dean should've knocked, but the moment, the second, he heard Jecina crying out Jon's name, all rational thought left his brain and he reacted in a very violent way. For the past 2 years, even while he was with Liliya, Dean could not get the sound of Jecina's voice screaming Moxley's name out of his mind.

"She's with Moxley, so what do you plan on doing? You tried putting a wedge between them and it didn't work." Roman pointed out, beginning to lace his boots up.

"I haven't…figured that out yet." Dean admitted, glowering at his best friend and leaned his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "The draft is really going to determine if I CAN do anything and win her back."

"Well, you already know you and Moxley are being split up to go on different shows." Stephanie was tired of the tension between the twins and had voiced, several times, the importance of leaving personal issues at the door whenever coming to work.

Dean nodded, not wanting to think about the possibility of losing Jecina forever because of this draft fiasco the company was about to do. "I guess I'll just let the chips fall where they may. Maybe I'll get over her if she's not on the same show as me." Space and time…it was hard to get over someone he loved when she was CONSTANTLY around him.

Roman doubted that and could see the wheels spinning in Dean's mind. He was coming up with a plan right now to get Jecina away from Moxley. Hopefully, his buddy didn't crash and burn since it was obvious Jecina loved Moxley and not his boy. Something he would never, ever understand, much like Lilianna calling off their wedding because of 'meddlesome' mother. In his eyes, all his mother had done was try to help out with the wedding preparations and hadn't done a damn thing wrong.

"Good luck with that. I gotta head out and find AJ Styles to discuss what's going down tonight." Roman clapped Dean on the shoulder on his way out the door.

Dean could always count on Roman to be supportive in his decisions, but he wondered how far that would go with the plan he had rolling through his mind.

"Are you sure about this?"
"I want you, Dean. Oh Dean! Harder, baby…"
""Feel good, Cina? Talk to me, darlin'…"
"Make me cum for you…I need it, Dean…"

His eyes snapped open, the ice in his eyes practically making them glow. That night…Dean hadn't been able to forget it. She had begged him to fuck her, to take her and make her his. To make her cum harder than any man ever had in her life. Only, he had woken up to an empty bed and a regretful Jecina and wound up finding her later at the arena with Moxley balls deep inside of her at the arena. Gritting his teeth, Dean picked up a steel chair and tossed it against the wall, watching it bounce off the wall as one of the legs actually broke upon impact.

"I'll have her back. I WILL have her again, no matter what it takes."

Just as Lilianna arrived outside of The Club's dressing room, Roman walked up and they could only look at each other. Her eyes were full of contempt while his remained carefully neutral, not giving anything away. Two years…she'd given him 2 years of her life…even against her better judgment. She told him not to hurt her and Roman promised he wouldn't. Apparently, that promise didn't include his cunt mother because he had made it perfectly clear he was on her side instead of his now ex-fiancée's.

"Hey." Roman greeted lamely, stopping just a few feet from her. "Are they in?"

"What are you doing here, Roman?" Lilianna demanded, not beating around the bush and folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Unlike you, I'm being professional and doing my job. I have a segment with The Club tonight and I wanna talk it over instead of going out there and winging it." Roman remarked coolly, not appreciating her attitude and had a feeling he'd be dealing with it for several months to come.

"Uh huh, sure you are."

"Trust me, Lilianna, I'm not chasing you. You've made it perfectly clear you don't wanna be with me and you don't love me anymore." Roman wouldn't fight for her, not when he felt he was in the right and knew it was his stubborn Samoan pride keeping him from getting on his knees to beg her to come back to him. "Whether you like it or not, we're working together until the draft happens, so you might as well get used to it and find a way to deal with it professionally."

Oh, she would find a way to deal with it professionally by taking a steel chair up his fat Samoan head! Roman was being a straight dickhead, causing her temper to start skyrocketing. Lilianna went to say something when the door opened and AJ stepped out, along with Luke and Karl. The three pairs of eyes looked between the two former lovers before dropping to the floor.

"W-We were just on our way to catering for some food…"

This was way too awkward to stick around.

"Actually, I came to talk to your boy, leader, whatever you wanna call him." Roman eyed AJ shrewdly, a cold smile stretching across his lips. He would swat this little man like a fly. "Unless you don't have time to discuss what's gonna happen with my cousins' tag match against your boys, Styles?"

Roman didn't have a CLUE how many big men AJ had put on their backsides and smiled right back, though it didn't reach his cool blues. "Sure, big man, I got all the time in the world. Boys, I'll catch up with ya."

That left Lilianna in a very precarious position because she would be out there right alongside AJ, with Roman in the USO's corner and them in The Club's. However, the last thing she wanted to do was be stuck in a room with both of these idiots, especially Roman. She was tempted to make herself scarce, but that was until AJ wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her inside the dressing room. Roman's nostrils flared, gritting his teeth and followed them inside, not believing how hands-on AJ was being with his former fiancée.

Were they screwing each other already?

Lilianna shrugged AJ's arm away from her shoulders, scowling darkly. "Styles, I'm only gonna say this once, so pay attention. DON'T. PUT. YOUR. HANDS. ON. ME. AGAIN. Unless scripted, I don't want you touching me." Hadn't she made it clear they were coworkers and nothing more?

AJ was trying to help her by making Roman jealous, but apparently it backfired. So much for playing a mind game on the big man. "What do you wanna discuss, Roman?" He decided to cut to the chase and get down to brass tactics.

"I didn't realize you moved on so quickly, Lilianna. Here I thought, you'd take at least a month after dumping me for no damn reason." For the life of him, Roman could NOT contain his fury, his stormy eyes zeroed in on her. "How long you been fucking him, hmm?"

"Now who's not being professional, Reigns?" Lilianna retorted, planting her hands on her hips and didn't care what he thought as far as her and AJ went. "Not that it's any of YOUR business…" Correcting his assumption would be a waste of time. "You know what? Never mind. Either talk about what's going down tonight during the tag match or get the fuck out."

AJ had to admit, he liked Lilianna's attitude and fire, when it wasn't directed at him and tried hard not to laugh, clearing his throat several times.

"Got a fucking frog caught in your throat, boy?"

"Not at all, big man. Just tryin' not to laugh at you for actually thinkin' she's fuckin' me." Did Roman not see Lilianna shove his arm off her shoulders? Or maybe the big man just saw and heard what he WANTED to see and hear.

"I'm gonna fuck you up out there tonight, Styles." Roman threatened in a growl, not appreciating being laughed at by this piss ant, who thought he could hack it in the WWE.

Now AJ wasn't laughing, his eyes narrowing and cracked his knuckles rather loudly. "You can try, Reigns, but I'll just knock you flat on your ass like I have everyone else that's underestimated me."

Squaring his shoulders, Roman turned his attention from AJ to Lilianna, already seeing her being a problem out in the ring. She would be a distraction to him and he suddenly wanted to throttle Stephanie McMahon for putting her with AJ Styles in the first place. HE didn't believe for a second Lilianna wasn't screwing AJ – hell, a lot of people had sex with others whenever they were heartbroken. It was a distraction and a way to get one's mind off the heartbreak and what happened to the destroyed relationship.

"Enjoy your boy toy while you still can, Lilianna. Because once we're out in the ring, all bets are fucking off." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

Roman saw AJ merely roll his eyes and clenched his fist, the hand he usually delivered a Superman punch with during his matches. Tonight, AJ would receive one to his mouth and Roman planned on hopefully knocking a few teeth out. Lilianna didn't say a word to him, flat out ignoring his idle threats and scoffed as soon as the big man stormed out of the room, shaking her head at AJ.

"Egging him on is not a smart idea, Styles."

"But it's also fun." AJ grinned, shrugging at her incredulous look and walked over to his bag to grab something out of it. "Be careful out there tonight, not that you need me to tell ya that, but big man is pissed and will probably be gunnin' for ya."

"Will do." Lilianna didn't doubt it and exited the locker room, needing some fresh air after the rather intense situation she was just in with Roman and AJ.

Also, her brain must've been broken or damaged because why was she thinking AJ Styles was hot all of a sudden?