Adam gets a little jealous of reader's close friendship with Tyler Breeze ...
WARNINGS: jealous smut, angsty ... and some dom!adam (hehe you're welcome)
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Adam's POV
I've just gotten backstage, laughing and celebrating with Roddy since we just won the first round Dusty Cup match against Breezango. I look around for Y/N but I don't see her.
"Where's Y/N?" Roddy asks, also curious of where my girlfriend went. "She's usually here by now."
I continue looking around and say, "I don't know. I'm gonna go find her. We still on for drinks later?"
Roddy gives me a fist pump and says, "Hell yeah. We gotta celebrate our win."
I laugh and walk toward the locker rooms. As I weave my way through the maze of hallways, I hear a familiar laugh. I peek into an open locker room to see Y/N laughing and smiling with Tyler Breeze.
She's really here with him. She greeted him after the match before me. I'm not angry, maybe slightly upset, and one thousand percent jealous. I walk off to my locker room to get changed to go out to get drinks with Roddy and Kyle.
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Your POV
You've called and texted Adam several times. He left the Performance Center before you when he usually leaves with you. You didn't have a ride so you asked Tyler to give you a ride back to the apartment you share with Adam.
It's close to one in the morning, and you call him one more time, leaving an angry voicemail to the leader of the Undisputed Era.
"Listen here, Cole," you say. "I don't know where the fuck you're at but you need to call me or text me. You never leave the PC without me and I had to get a ride home from Tyler because you left me there. Thanks for that, by the way. Anyway, call me or text me."
You end the voicemail and walk to your bedroom. You change out of what you wore to the Performance Center for NXT tonight, which is one of Adam's Undisputed Era t-shirts that he cut to look like a muscle tee and a pair of black jeans with black ankle boots with wedges. You put on a black cami crop top with red and black checkered pajama pants. You're taking off your makeup when you hear the door to the apartment open.
"Y/N!" you hear Adam call. Slightly annoyed, you leave your room and walk into the living room. Adam is taking off his hoodie and throwing it with the hoodies and coats hanging in a small closet by the door.
You cross your arms over your chest and ask, "You bellowed?"
Adam looks at you and asks, "Yeah, where were you after my match with Roddy against Breezango?"
"I was talking to Tyler because he came back before you and Roddy did," you say, watching as Adam kicks off his shoes. "I waited like five minutes for you to come back from the ring before I went to talk to Tyler."
Your boyfriend looks at you and says, "I looked for you and found you with him and you looked like you were having so much fun with him."
That comment was full of sarcasm. It actually annoys you so you say, "Your ass left me at the Performance Center. Guess who I got a ride from? You'll never guess."
Adam squints his eyes at you and he says, "Not surprised since you're close with him."
"What is your problem, Cole?" you ask, highly annoyed. "Every time you see me with Tyler, you do this. He's my friend, Adam. Like Roddy, Kyle, and Bobby."
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