Roman had his head propped up on his elbow, watching Tanny getting dressed in front of him. She had her back turned against him and he watched that soft ass of hers as she put on her thong first. Her bra followed next and he moved his eyes up to her ginger red hair that went down to her lower back. She was a fine piece of work and he had her wrapped around his little finger.
"You should get my name tattooed on your ass," he said.
She turned around and looked at him with her pale green eyes.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because it's mine," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes, grabbed her jeans from the floor, and put them on.
"But only when you feel like it," she said.
He kept the smirk on her face while she picked up her t-shirt and put it on too. She put on her sneakers and grabbed her phone that had been placed on the nightstand. It disappeared into her back pocket and a little sigh left her lips. Those lovely lips that he appreciated everytime they were wrapped around his dick.
"You know the deal," he said.
"Yes, I know it and I'm sick of it," she said.
"You're the one who keeps picking up when I call," he said.
"Because I'm stupid," she said.
"You said it," he said.
"At least I know what I am," she said. "What about you, Roman?"
He chuckled and sat up. He was still naked and had no plans on putting on anything for the night.
"Tell me all about what I am to you, Tanny," he licked his lips. "Delicious? Handsome? Sexy? The best damn fuck in the world? I wanna hear exactly how you see me."
"Your dick is good. I'll give you that. But that's the only good thing about you," she said.
His smile faded and he wasn't sure how to react to that. Up until that moment she had never criticized him. She played by his rules like a good, obedient woman. The type of woman he liked to have around.
"Come again?" He asked.
"You're not a good person, Roman," she said.
"What the fuck did you just say? I don't think I heard you right. Say it again," he said.
She could see the anger in his eyes. She was supposed to apologize and say something else but she couldn't. She was fed up with him.
"You heard me," she said. "You're a heartless piece of shit who doesn't give a fuck about anyone but yourself. No one fucking likes you, Roman. You're just too fucking egocentric to see that yourself."
He flew up from the bed and she ran to the door, tore it open, and stepped out in the hallway. He stood there a step back from the open door, wanting to grab her but also fearing to be seen.
"Don't think I can't get to you and pull you back in here without anyone noticing," he said.
"You can't do shit!" She hissed.
He took a step forward and she shouted as loud as she could.
"Roman Reigns is naked in the hallway!" Her voice thundered down the walls.
He took a step back and looked at her in surprise. She sneered and raised both her middle fingers at him. He heard someone open a door and quickly slammed his own before anyone got a picture of him naked.
She hurried down the hallway and took the stairs down. He might get dressed fast and come after her so it was best not to stand and wait for the elevator. He was on the first floor so she was fast down in the lobby. She had planned to go outside for some air but she spotted the bar was still open.
"I fucking deserve a drink tonight," she muttered.
She walked into the bar and looked around. Only a few people were there but there was one she recognized. Drew was sitting at a table with an orange drink in front of him. He waved at her and then held out his hand as a silent invite. She nodded and walked up to the bar to order a drink. Once she had the drink in her hand, she went over to Drew's table and sat down.
"Should you be drinking?" She asked.
"Virgin," he said.
"You've been married twice and you're hot. No one's going to believe you're a virgin," she said.
"No, it's a tequila sunrise virgin," he laughed. "Without the tequila, of course, so maybe just a sunrise."
"I believe they call that a sweet sunrise," she said.
"It is sweet and quite enjoyable," he said. "What are you having?"
"Whisky and coke," she said.
She downed her drink and let out a loud sigh.
"Something you want off your chest?" He asked.
"I doubt you'll find it interesting," she said.
"Try me," he said.
She raised her eyes and looked into his. It seemed like he really wanted to know.
"Just some guy trouble," she shrugged.
"Is it about Roman?" He asked.
The look on her face gave her away and made him chuckle.
"He's not exactly quiet in the locker room about his conquests. Your name comes up quite a lot," he said.
"Well, aren't I just one lucky girl?" She asked sarcastically.
"You're not a girl. You're a woman," he took a sip of his drink. "I don't know about your luck though but you're better than this, Tanny. You're better than him."
"I know," she said.
"Then why do you keep putting up with it?" He asked.
She fiddled with the empty glass in front of her and sighed. She had asked herself that a lot and she hated the answer she came up with.
"At first I was in love with him. I thought I had a chance when he asked me to come along with him and his friends to a bar but it quickly turned out he didn't actually want to date me. He just wanted to fuck me whenever he felt like it. For a while I was stupid enough to hope that might change but of course it didn't. I slowly fell out of love with him. Now I just go there to punish myself," she said.
"Why do you feel the need to be punished?" He asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I've never felt good enough. All of my childhood my sister was the golden child. My parents always told me to be more like her. More of a girl instead of liking wrestling and all that violent nonsense, as they called it."
He chuckled and took another sip of his drink.
"I quite like you being part of all that violent nonsense. You're good at it," he said.
"Thanks," she said.
"What else?" He asked.
"My friends all knew I was a pushover so they used me. All the time I had to pick them up in the middle of the night or pay for them whenever they somehow again forgot to bring money," she said.
"They weren't your friends. They used you. Friends don't do that," he said.
"I know," she sighed. "I wasn't better at picking boyfriends either. My self-esteem was way low so I just went with anyone willing to give me attention. I made some bad choices, Drew. Some really bad choices."
"You're still making them," he said.
"He doesn't hit me," she said.
"That doesn't mean it's a good choice," he said.
"Fuck, I need another drink," she said.
He reached across the table and took her hand.
"You're the easy choice. Roman is a selfish man. We all know that. You working for the same company makes it so damn easy for him. He hates when you're not on the road with us and he has to find someone the old fashion way. He fears getting with a fan that will somehow take a picture or a video of him, and he fears being caught by anyone who'll post about it all over social medias. He doesn't need to worry about you. He has you exactly where he wants to. He doesn't have to take you out so you'll never get caught. One phone call and you go running to his room. He's spent time making you bend to his every need and turning you into this little, submissive person that will never tell him no. Losing you will anger him but I say burn him down if you can. Let him be angry and alone," he said.
"I did tell him no tonight," she said.
"You did?" He asked.
"Well, kinda. After we fucked," she sighed. "I'm so fucking stupid."
"What did you tell him?" He asked.
"That he's a heartless piece of shit and the only good thing on him is his dick," she said.
He burst out laughing at those words. She started laughing too. He laughed so hard that his eyes got wet. He dried them, looked at her, and chuckled.
"I knew you had a fire inside you," he said. "Okay, I got a song for you and you better sing along as loud as you can."
"What song?" She asked.
"We were both young in the 90's when this one hit the air. It was huge. It feels like a great choice right now," he said.
"What song, Drew?" She asked.
He winked at her, got up, and walked over to the jukebox. He picked a song, and "Self-Esteem" by The Offspring started playing. She couldn't help but laugh. He moved back to the table, grabbed her hands, and pulled her up.
"Let loose," he said.
"We can't dance here," she said.
"We're not dancing. We're jumping and singing," he said.
He started jumping around and singing along. It only took a few seconds for her to join in. The bartender chuckled from behind the bar and allowed them to have their fun. They weren't drunk or destroying anything. The song ended and she laughed while he pulled her in for a hug.
"Thank you. I needed that," she said.
"No more Roman?" He asked.
"No more fucking Roman!" She grinned. "I do need to get some sleep though."
"Can I escort you to your room?" He asked.
"Sure," she answered.
They got out in the elevator and she hit the button for the third floor.
"We're on the same floor," he said.
"So I'm the one escorting you to your room," she said.
"It is dangerous out there. I might get attacked by screaming fans. It's a good thing I have you," he said.
"My sword is yours, my lord," she said.
They both burst out laughing again. The elevator stopped on the third floor and they walked towards their rooms.
"And we're across from each other," he said. "That's easy."
"Guess I might see you in the morning if we leave at the same time," she said.
"I'll knock on your door at 9 AM and we can find some breakfast together," he said.
"I'd like that. Yeah, let's do that," she said. "Goodnight, Drew."
She gave him a warm smile and turned around to unlock her door.
"Tanny?" He asked.
She turned around in the open door and looked at him.
"Can I take you out on a date one day?" He asked.
"I thought you were already doing that tomorrow for breakfast," she said.
"That's a date?" He asked. "Oh yes, that's a date. I'm taking you out for breakfast."
"Goodnight, Drew," she said.
"Goodnight, Tanny," he said.
She smiled again and he smiled back. She backed into her room and closed the door. He kept the smile on his face while unlocking the door to his room. Nothing could wipe that smile off his face tonight. Breakfast tomorrow was on. It might not lead to anything else but he would make sure she had a great time in his company. He was nothing like Roman, and Tanny deserved to experience the company of someone wanting to treat her the way she deserved.