Struck by you [a Roman Reigns story]

7 See you again

I was on my way out of the parking garage when suddenly my phone rang. Since I still had a long way to walk, I decided to answer it even though I knew exactly what was coming.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi sweetie. How are you? How was the drive?" Hannah asked me.

"I'm fine. The drive was fine. No traffic jams or anything. Good thing it's afternoon already. I'm on my way to the new client." I replied as I briefly oriented myself in which direction I needed to go now.

"That's good. Anything new?" she wanted to know and now we were on the subject I didn't want to talk about.

"No, why should there be?" I said moodily.

"Because you haven't forgotten him even after six weeks? I'm sure that the number thing was just a accident. And now you punish yourself and by the way him too instead of trying to contact him in another way" she replied.

"Accident my ass. And even if I should try... what good would that do? I bet he gets a million messages on social media, gets tagged thousands of times every day.... Why would he notice a message from me?" I explained to her.

"Well... maybe he's waiting to hear from you though." she said, sounding anything but sure.

"Yeah right... Then why hasn't he tried to reach me? He knows my name. Equal rights for all, baby." I replied.

"That would work if you didn't have every non-work related page on private. And I bet you didn't tell him the name of your company. That means he can't find you that way either." she then said.

"True, but how many graphic designers and editors with the name Cassia Hall are there? If he tried it wouldn't be so hard to find out," I said.

"Did you even tell him what you do for a living?" she wanted to know.

"I...um..." I stammered.

Now she had me. And she knew it. For crying out loud.

"See? I'm telling you, it's all just a big misunderstanding. No man said he didn't want to be ignored to a woman he banged just for fun. Besides, you have a good reason to contact him." retorted Hannah.

"I hate it when you're such a know-it-all." I grumbled.

"You know I'm right. And you love me for it. Besides, I know you're crazy about him. You're just too stubborn to admit it." she said with a laugh.

We talked for a few more minutes until I was standing in front of the house where my new client was waiting for me.

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Roman POV

For 6 weeks... for 6 damn weeks I was waiting to finally hear something from Cassia. But the hope that this would ever happen became smaller with every minute. I just had no idea why she had decided not to contact me. Was she really that embarrassed about what had happened? Or had I done or said something that scared her off?

I didn't have the slightest idea. And it was driving me crazy. So crazy that I began to imagine seeing her everywhere. Even though I knew it was unlikely. She lived in Orlando. Why would she be here in Tampa?

Just now I could have sworn I saw her across the street. A real vivid illusion. I shook my head to banish the image. But on second glance, it was still her. Definitely. 

As fast as I could, I crossed the street just as she was standing in front of a door to an office building.

"Cassia!" I called, but it was too late.

I was still too far away for her to hear me over the noise of the street. As fast as I could, I followed her. But there was no one left in the foyer. Only the security guy.

"Excuse me, but is there a Cassia Hall here?" I asked him.

"Sir, I can't give out any information. But if you're sure she should be here, wait outside the door. You might get lucky if she leaves the building again," he replied.

I felt like he was telling me she was here without actually telling me she was here. I could understand. He didn't want to get in trouble.

I nodded and then left the building to wait by the door. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to hang around for a while. God, I was really starting to lose it. Maybe my head was just playing tricks on me.

Nevertheless, I stayed there. For almost an hour. I was about to give up when suddenly the door opened and a woman walked past me with quick steps.

"Cassia!" I said.

She froze in place and slowly turned to face me. Her gaze was fixed as if she saw a ghost. But instead of saying anything, she turned back around and walked away.

"Hey, where are you going? Don't you want to talk to me?" I asked as I followed her.

"I wanted to. 6 weeks ago, but you gave me a wrong number instead of telling me it was just a one and done thing." she replied without stopping or even looking at me.

"What are you talking about? I would never have done that!" I said confused as to how she could possibly think such a thing.

"Oh please. I called and a woman answered." replied Cassia as she stopped after all.

She turned to me and pulled out her phone. She quickly tapped away on it. Then she held it up to my face and I saw that she had dialed the contact I had saved.

"See? Your phone is not ringing. Do you still want to tell me that's your number? It's only going to voicemail." she said in a slightly shaky voice.

"That can't be. Let me see the number, please." I replied, confused.

With a deep sigh, she showed me the number. Now I was really confused. This was my number.

"Cassia... I swear this is my number. I don't know why it's not working. I can't- Oh my God... she didn't!" I explained, but then a thought struck me.

"What?" asked Cassia crossing her arms over her chest.

"It was the night my ex was there to pick up her stuff. I had left my cell phone in the living room when I went to get the box of her stuff. That bitch. She must have blocked your number. I'm going to kill her." I said as I was now typing away on my phone.

"You really expect me to believe that?" she replied a little sadly.

I looked up and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

"I deserve a chance, right? I told you that I wanted you to call. You can't imagine what a mess I've been the last few weeks. Let's have a drink and talk about everything. Please!" I said as I took a step towards her.

"I'd love a drink right now." muttered Cassia as she wiped her forehead.

"Then let's do it," I replied.

"No... I can't." she then said to my surprise.

"But you just said..." i meant.

"I know... But I can't... well because.... because I'm pregnant." she replied.