Thursday's finally here!! Here's another long chapter for the week. Get your thoughts and comments in because there's only a few more chapters left in the book 😁 Enjoy!!
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[ROMAN POV]
Just as I kicked back the covers off of us and onto the floor, Kiran looked down at herself and started screaming while frantically trying to cover up her boobs with her hands.
"Roman!! What the hell!?!?! Where's my clothes?!?!"
Oh shit... I had completely forgotten that Kiran wasn't wearing a shirt last night when she fell asleep. And I guess this morning she didn't realize it either since she was still laying under the covers the whole time. I had to sit up to catch my breath from laughing so hard before I was able to answer her questions.
"I gave you a shirt last night, which you refused to wear and tossed aside. Consider yourself lucky that you atleast kept my boxers on."
"You don't expect me to believe that heap of bullshit??? I couldn't have been that drunk that I didn't put clothes on before sleeping next to you!"
"Yeah you were that drunk and you weren't sleeping next to me— you were sleeping on top of me, but that's not the point." I started cracking up again watching Kiran try to sit up while holding onto her boobs. She was having a hard time containing them because they were literally overflowing out of her small hands.
"Roman! Give me a fucking shirt right now before I come over there and clobber you!!"
"You sure you can do that? It looks like you have your hands full at the moment." That sent me hysterically laughing over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"You think you're such a clown? Just you wait and watch!! Give me a fucking shirt right now!"
I wiped the tears from my eyes and was holding onto my stomach as I climbed back up onto the bed, trying to control my laughter. I had found the t-shirt on the floor that Kiran had threw last night and held it up in front of her.
"You want the shirt? Here, take it." I dangled it over her, waiting for her to put her hand up to reach for it. She was about to reach up with one hand, halfway uncovering one of her nipples but then realized that wasn't going to work and immediately replaced her hand back where it was.
"Asshole! I know what you're trying to do!"
"Yeah I'm trying to get you to free the nipples!" I cheered with my hands in the air and broke out into another fit of laughter.
"You're so dead Roman! Stop playing games and give me the damn shirt!" She tried kicking me while seated but couldn't get to me. I hung the shirt over her again, trying to get her to take it.
"It's right here, take it.... Do you want me to hold those for you in the meantime?"
I noticed she was trying so hard to hold a straight face while being serious with me. Eventually she realized to use one of the pillows behind behind her to cover up and take my shirt. She was relieved to be somewhat clothed again, though I could still see her nipples poking through the white fabric which loosely hung over her body. Now I was in for it. I couldn't roll off the bed fast enough before Kiran had me in a chokehold coming in from behind me.
[KIRAN POV]
Roman was messing around with me, thinking he'll get away with it but he couldn't have been more wrong. As he was busy laughing like an idiot on the bed, I grabbed him from behind and put him in a chokehold just until I got him to lay flat on the mattress. I quickly climbed up on top of him to try and keep him down with my 138lb body but that was only going to work for so long. I was straddled over his midsection and had his arms crossed and pinned underneath him.
"Now laugh and tell me if you thought that was funny...say sorry right now!"
"Nah, I had too much fun to be sorry. Do you really think you got me pinned down? I'm just letting you have your moment sweetheart...."
"Last chance to say sorry, or else..." I warned him.
"Or else what?" He gave me a mischievous smirk.
"Or else purple's going to be your new favorite color!...." I took both of his nipples in between my fingers and twisted them until Roman started screaming and was actually struggling to free his arms from underneath our weight.
"Okay!! Okay!! Okay!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He yelled out while being able to free one of his hands and grabbed my wrist. I immediately stopped hurting him and began massaging my fingertips over his now bright pink nipples, trying to mellow out the pain for him.
"See, it wasn't that hard to say sorry. Your nipples didn't have to suffer through all that..." I faked a sweet voice.
"Owww...I don't like you anymore...." He brushed my hands off him and rolled onto his side, holding onto his pecs with his arms crossed. I had gotten off him and was leaning over him with my knees dug into the mattress.
"Next time don't make those stupid jokes at my expense and we should be good." I gave him a hug and tapped his butt before getting off the bed.
In the shower, I was thinking about last night's party and couldn't help but smile. I had actually given Roman a lapdance! And that too in front of everyone. The rest of the evening was a bit fuzzy, all I could remember was that Roman and I were talking while in his indoor pool by ourselves and that's it. We really needed this time away from work just to rekindle our spark for eachother. Even though I was probably naked in front of Roman last night, I knew he respected my boundaries because he could have easily had sex with me while I was drunk, but didn't. I felt like I could trust Roman to not take advantage of me which I appreciated.
Getting out the shower, I realized I still didn't have my bag of clothes up here so I wrapped myself up in my towel and went back into the room to tell Roman to get my bag of clothes for me. Thankfully Roman had a private bathroom in his room so I didn't have to face the shame outside in front of our friends for losing my clothes last night. Roman was still laying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, where I had left him before hopping into the shower.
"Roman, can you do me a favor and please bring my bag of clothes from downstairs?"
He did a double take on me and quickly sat up on the bed with a grin on his face.
"Do you really need them? I mean you look perfectly fine in just your towel..." He joked.
"Do you want your nipples twisted again?" I raised my brows at him.
He went rushing out the room with his nipples covered. "Be right back with your clothes!"
A minute or so later, Roman returned back with my bag. I searched through it to find a deep blue bralette along with black denim shorts.
While Roman was in the bathroom showering, I changed and did my hair and makeup. Our flight to Florida wasn't until later tonight but I decided to get ready now so I could enjoy the afternoon with Roman and Dean. Roman came out of the shower and was mesmerized by my outfit, exactly what I wanted. He came up to me and stood directly behind me as we both gazed at each other's reflection in the mirror. My heart skipped a little beat. It was just like old times when he would smile and look at me in admiration like that, making my stomach flutter inside.
"Like my outfit?" I barely made it above a whisper.
"Love your outfit...."
[ROMAN POV]
Kiran stood in the mirror looking flawless in her tiny shorts which made her ass pop out nicely. She paired it up with what what supposed to be a top but could pass as more of a bra since it only covered the minimum. Still, I had no problem with it since we weren't at work and it was just my friends who I could trust not to disrespect her.
"You know, I think the towel covered up more, don't you think?" I lightly trailed a finger on the side of her bare waist, making her shudder.
"Don't start with me again Roman." She warned with peering eyes.
"What? It's true! And I don't know why you were so shy about being topless in front of me earlier. You had me sucking on them titties last night."
Her face was priceless. She turned around and playfully jabbed my arm. "Can you stop telling me about my embarrassing drunk stories when I'm sober? Or else I've got one for you too."
"No you don't. I don't do embarrassing shit when I'm drunk like you." I took a handful of her hair and flipped it over the front of her face to annoy her. She smacked my hand away and started fixing her hair again in the mirror.
"See the funny thing was that you weren't even drunk when you did what you did."
"What did I do? Tell me." I took a moment to think back and recall if I did anything embarrassing but nothing came to mind.
"Just a couple days back...you in the shower...jacking off....moaning and grunting so loudly...does that ring a bell?" Kiran had her hands on her hips and was gloating at me.
At first I didn't know what she was talking about but then I realized she was referring to that night when our car broke down and we ended up sharing a bed. The next morning I had woken up with a massive boner that just needed to be worked out. The whole time I had assumed Kiran was asleep but I guess she heard everything anyways...oops. I instantly felt heat rush to my face. "Okay, you got me."
She started victoriously dancing around me in joy that she finally one-upped me. This is how I pictured us being together again, being happy, joking around, and embarrassing the hell out of each other. It was a good feeling to be experiencing this moment after so long.
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[KIRAN POV]
After having a fun morning with Roman, Dean, and Paige, we started packing for our flight back over to the east coast, where we were heading over to the performance center to start training for Wrestlemania which was next week. Only Paige had stuck around through the afternoon with us while the rest of our friends and Roman's cousins had left right after breakfast. We got a cab to the airport and checked into a hotel nearby the Performance Center in Orlando.
I had to process final medical reports for all talent who were scheduled for matches next week and make sure anyone with previous injuries was fit to participate. Dean and Roman had a meeting with the higher ups along with the rest of the talent to get a general rundown of what was happening at Mania. I spotted Dean and Roman coming out of the boardroom where the meeting was being held. Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman were also present for the meeting and just walked out as soon as it was over.
"How'd the meeting go?" I asked Roman and Dean.
"Not bad, I've got myself a seven man ladder match and Roman is running for the title against Brocky beef head. Oh and that ass-wipe Rollins is supposed to come in at the end with an unsuccessful cash in for his MITB but they haven't decided for sure yet. It all depends on how the match is going." Dean was cracking me up with his nicknames for the people he disliked most.
"Well that's not too bad, you two just need to do your best and make sure the matches work in your favor."
The three of us were standing in a circle when Seth came out of the boardroom with a stupid grin on his face. Roman and Dean didn't notice him because they had their backs to him. But I certainly saw him giving me a confused look when he saw Roman standing with me, which then quickly turned into anger. I stood frozen, not able to say a word to Roman or Dean until he walked off. It had definitely been a while since I had seen him, the last time we had an encounter was when Dean and Roman had gotten into a fight. It was quite unsettling to see him glaring at me like that, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.
"Hello??....did you not hear what I just said?" Dean was snapping his finger in my face, breaking my attention off Seth.
"What?"
"Why are you zoning out on us? He was asking if you can come later to watch us practice?"
"Did you guys see that? Seth just came out and gave me such a weird look..." I whispered to the guys, completely ignoring what they were saying.
"He was in the meeting. Don't worry about him giving you looks, he's not gonna bother you. Not when we're around." Roman reassured me.
"I don't know....he didn't look too happy seeing us together."
"That's because it wasn't him standing with you, it'll never be him. He's burning in his own jealousy with that fact." Dean added in.
I didn't know what to make of it. There was no telling what Seth was capable of doing out of spite and I didn't want him anywhere near us.
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I had finished my most of my paperwork early in the office and Dr. Amann said he'd take care of the rest so I decided to head over to the training facility room where Dean and Roman were practicing. Since there were multiple rings set up, there was other talent training as well, including some NXT guys. Dean was amongst his own opponents in a separate ring. I spotted Roman and Brock in the back ring going over move sequences while Triple H was overlooking their progress. I quietly walked over to them and watched along.
I could have been wrong but it looked like Brock was being unnecessarily rough with Roman as he was tossing him to the mat with suplexes and F5's. I had a feeling it was stemming from that encounter I had with Brock when I had bumped into him and told him off for his stank attitude. This was going to be the first time the two were going to be facing off so Roman needed to get a feel of Brock's moveset and learn how he worked in the ring. After a while, Triple H moved on to help his NXT guys. Brock and Roman began working on the actual sequence of the match which consisted of many blows to Roman. I noticed that Roman wasn't staying focused and kept on missing moves to counter Brock, who was also getting frustrated with him.
As soon as Brock noticed that Triple H had walked off, he pulled off his gloves, tossing them aside and stood in the corner closest to where I was standing. Roman was sitting in the opposite corner trying to catch his breath while wiping away sweat from his face with a towel.
"Your little boyfriend here—he ain't got nothing in him. He's all fluff and talk just like you." He looked down at me and chuckled.
"Oh shut up, will you?" I pulled myself up with the ropes and stood on side of the apron, facing Brock at near eye level. Of course he was about a foot and a half taller than me but that didn't scare me.
"Just look at him over there, he's like a fucking dead dog."
"There's nothing wrong with him. Just worry about getting your ass beat on Sunday." I spat back. Roman finally got the energy to stand up and came over to our corner of the ring.
"Kiran, don't butt heads with him. He's not worth your time." He huffed with exhaustion. Brock gave Roman a dirty stare before turning back to me.
"He's really not. Fucking piece of shit..." I mumbled.
"I wanna see you talk like that on Sunday when I make Roman my bitch."
Rage took over me as I heard Brock insulting Roman like that. My jaw was clenched so tight, it actually started paining me. I rose my hand up and struck Brock across the face, feeling the residual stinging in my fingertips. I was in disbelief at what I had done and Roman was equally in shock. Brock really deserved that. Who was he to talk down to Roman like that?
I was a little intimidated to look Brock in the eyes but to my surprise, he responded with a cocky laugh. There was a deep pink handprint on his pale face. He rolled around his shoulders and backed up from the ropes to face Roman.
"I'm not going to touch your girl but this is for not keeping her under control." Brock knocked the wind out of Roman, sending him hunched over on to the mat.
"Roman!!" I quickly rushed over to him through the second rope where he was laying on the floor. He was coughing while trying to catch his breath. I brushed his hair out of his face and helped him sit up.
Brock was too busy laughing like the asshole he was to notice me coming up to him again. This time I kicked him right in the family jewels, sending him down to his knees. He quickly caught himself by the ropes but was wincing in pain. When he gathered himself, he came up right in my face and was shaking with fury. Just as he was about to put his hand on my shoulder, Roman protectively pulled me behind himself and out of Brock's reach.
"Don't you dare touch her. You take it up with me."
The two had a bit of a faceoff before other people started directing their attention our way, including that of Triple H, who had a warning look on his face. Brock stormed off without further trouble. Roman sat back down in the corner with an arm over his midsection.
"That...bitchass.....motherfucker!" He cursed in between his coughing.
"Roman, I'm so sorry...it's my fault he hit you...I should have known he was going to do that." I felt so bad for putting Roman through this.
"No Kiran, this has nothing to do with you....stop blaming yourself. He's just trying to assert himself so that I'd be intimidated by him on Sunday. If he thinks I'm scared of him, he's got something else coming his way."
I helped Roman stand back up so he could lean against the turnbuckle in the corner.
"Yeah but he wouldn't have hit you if I didn't slap him but he just pissed me off so much by running his mouth..." I had an arm around the small of his back and my other hand over his midsection where Brock had punched him.
"So what? I'm glad you slapped him, should've slapped him again if you had the chance. He's been long overdue for that. Hell, you were ready to fight him yourself. But next time, let me just handle his ass, I don't want anything happening to you."
"I'll let you take him on next time. Enough about him for now, tell me what's going on with you. Why aren't you able to focus on your moves when you were practicing before?"
He went silent and looked down at my hand which was still on his bare midsection. I cupped his cheek so he'd look directly at me.
"Roman, what's wrong?" I asked him again softly.
"Us.....I'm worried about us. Just look at the last few days we spent together. Look at how happy we both were after a long time. I can't even accept that as my reality yet because I don't know if it's going to last forever. I'm scared of losing it all....I'm scared of losing you. We aren't even together and any day you can just decide you don't want to be with me anymore. What will I do then? Who do I have to call as my own?"
His words stung me unexpectedly. I didn't know he was carrying around all this pain in his heart, on top of dealing with the stress of Wrestlemania. I fought back tears after hearing Roman out and wanted to find some way to make it better for him.
"Roman, I haven't even decided anything about us yet. But you know I'm always going to be here for you no matter what happens between us, no matter where we end up, I'm here for you. It's not our time to worry about all that right now. I want you to go out there and be the best you can be so that I can be proud of you on Sunday. No matter what happens on Sunday, I'll still be proud of you." I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder
"I know now isn't the time to think about it, it's just hard to keep off my mind, you know what I mean? I'm more scared about our ending than the ending of my match...." He lightly chuckled.
"Well how about you worry about the ending of your match first? I want you to work hard and give the beating Brock deserves and win that title. If you win, then you win me back too."
Hearing that lit up his eyes but then he thought about the alternative. "What if I don't win?"
"Then I'll need more time to think things through. Sounds fair?"
"Fair enough. Thank you Kiran. I promise I'll give it my all and do whatever it takes to win the match, win the title, and win you back."
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