Zander

Chapter 17

ZanderAnoai: Only for the best.

3,000,000 likes ~ 12,000 comments

---

As I driving out of my property, I was pretty surprised to find Maya parked outside of my gates.

"This is a little stalkerish." I say after I've rolled down the window. "Do I need to call the cops?"

"So, all this time you wanted a white girl." Maya sneers at me and I stare blankly at her. "In high school you claimed to love black girls but now you're going to marry a white one."

"I just wanted someone who wanted me more than I wanted them." I correct her and she scoffs. "I proposed because she's been around seven years and never once she has rushed me for marriage or kids. All she wanted was for me was to say I love you and I finally said it."

Maya scowls at me, "I didn't want kids."

"Maya, you have kids." I give her a weird look. "I'm not trying to play step daddy to anybody's kids."

"You're an ass." She flips me off. "I hope she gets pregnant." 

"I think the fuck not."

Maya opens her mouth to speak and I drive off without another word. I was stupid for even giving her the opportunity to speak to me when she means nothing to me and now I'm pissed.

For the next three hours, I work out at Gold's Gym with Colin before grabbing some lunch at Urth Cafe. By the time I made it home, my mind wasn't where it needed to be and I have to get it straight before work.

My conversation with Maya had me thinking about my most recent sexual encounters with Tiffany. I don't even know if I've been using a condom while we've been fucking but I do know that I haven't topped up on any in the last two months.

"We need to talk." I tell Tiffany as she walks into the bathroom, "Do you have any pregnancy tests in here?"

Tiffany furrows her brows at me, "No. Why?"

"We're not having kids." I tell her as I throw my towel over my shoulder and her face drops. 

"What do you mean we're not having kids?" She slowly asks as she tries to reach for me but I step back. "Zander."

"I don't want kids." Tiffany wraps her arms around herself as she looks at me with wide eyes, "I'm going to get a vasectomy."

"Zander, no." Tiffany grabs my arm as I prepare to leave the bathroom. "Let's just talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about." I respond as I shrug her off. "I'm not having children and you better accept that."

I walk out of the room and she quickly follows behind me.

"Better yet, we're going to the doctors first thing in the morning." I spin round to look at her and I ignore her teary eyes. "We were going raw in Hawaii and I'm pretty sure I haven't used condoms since we got back together. Tomorrow we're going to find out if you're pregnant or not because we're not doing this."

"It's my body." She purses her lips and I back into the door as I feel my anger beginning to take over.

"It's my fucking sperm." I hiss as I place my arms on either side of her head. "I went through your shit and I could not find one fucking pill to suggest that you're on birth control. Tiffany, you better hope that you're not pregnant tomorrow."

Tiffany begins to cry as I glare at her. 

"I've been irresponsible, I can own up to that but you should of known how I would react." I look into her eyes. "I never fuck a bitch raw."

"What about Meagan?" She spits out and I almost backhand her in that moment. "Didn't you fuck her raw?"

"I knew Meagan way before I knew you and if I wanted to fuck her raw then I would." I take a step back. "This is the only time that I am giving you to confess."

Tiffany begins to cry louder and I am so tempted to kick her out.

"Are you pregnant?" I ask in a calm tone.

"You're such an asshole, Zander."

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!" I scream at her and she shrinks back into the corner. "I won't ask you again."

---

"ROMAN REIGNS!" I ball up my fists as I hear my name being called. "You stop what you're doing."

I roll my shoulders as I turn back to look at Vince McMahon who is walking towards with a pissed off expression on his face. Ever since I arrived at work, I have been in a sour mood because of Tiffany and I went off script.

I had a match and promo scheduled for today but I didn't go through with any of that shit. I have been beating the shit out of everybody in sight.

"Vince." I clench my jaw as he jabs his finger into my chest. "Don't do that again."

"I'm your boss, don't forget that." 

My eyes flicker to the camera that is pointed in my direction and I smirk as I realise that all the little fans are watching this.

"It's time for you to get out of my building." Vince hisses and I look down at him, completely unbothered. 

"What building?" I roll my shoulders back again as I take a step forward. "My building?"

"Roman." Vince lifts his hands up in surrender. "Think very carefully about what you're going to do."

"What am I going to do?" I ask as I get in his face. "Tell me what you think I'm going to do?"

"You need to lea--" Vince goes crashing to the ground after I deliver a punch to his face. I hear a few gasps as the referee comes rushing over to Vince who just got knocked the fuck out.

"It's time for you to leave, old man." I spit at him. "THIS IS MY FUCKING SHOW AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!"

I turn to face the cameraman who is shaking under my gaze and my eyes flicker down to the camera.

"It's time that for everyone to respect me and you better believe that."