Flashlight (Rhea Ripley X Dominik Mysterio) Book 01

Ch01-Dreaming of you

The Spanish Translations are at the end, sorry if it's bad I used Spanish dictionary which is better than google but still if there are any Spanish speakers that would like to translate for this story please message me.

Dominik Guerrero couldn't take his eyes off the goddess three tables away. Her smooth sun-kissed golden skin was tatted at her forearms and broad shoulders.

She's got a body that was meticulously chiseled by either the god Uitzilopochtli or the goddesses Xochiquetzal for the world to worship.

Now he'd be the first to admit that she wasn't his normal type, in fact she was the exact opposite of his lover; a petite ginger with tawny skin two shades darker than his own. The few things they did share was a fat ass, supple breast, and pretty faces.

But Rhea keeps her face heavily made up while Ritz prefers to merely highlight her natural beauty.

He felt himself stir as his tongue ran across his full lower lip. If he could have it his way, his tongue would be lavishing every single inch of her body. His hands would massage and caress her soft skin after every match or be trapped between her thighs.

"Hijo, are you listening to me."

His eyes moved to the man sat beside him, watching as the shorter man set a plate of food in front of him.

"Nah I was just thinking....." He sighed.

"Still thinking about Ritz?"

Dom's head bowed as his eyes were fixed on the hearty chicken Ceasare salad doused in dressing.

"I was just scoping out the competition, is all. Now that we're the tag team champions there's a target on our back."

"Don't worry about it hijo, we're only holding them for 63 days." Rey whispered in his son's ear.

Dominik's eyes went wide as he looked at his father.

"What?" He growled as his hand fell onto his belt.

"The higher ups want to really push a new angle for the Bloodline. They're gunna be top dogs for a bit."

"Why can't we-"

"Son, you're young don't worry about it. Just be grateful that they let us hold the belt and are gunna give us some screen time. It's all about building your resume and fan base, just like everyone else here."

"Then what was the point of me training with the Young Lions, you, Jay, Uncle Chavo, the Luchas? I might as well have gone to NXT."

"Dom, relax. This is just the way things work on the main roster, give it time. It's better for you to start as a jobber here than there."

"Why do I have to be a jobber at all?"

Rey sighed with a shake of his head, "Just be patient, mi amor."

He placed his hand on his son's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, but Dominik pushed it away before taking off his Smackdown tag team belt and setting it on the table.

"I'm gunna hit the showers." He groaned before turning and walking out of the cafeteria.

Rey looked at the belt then his son and sighed with a shake of his head. Neither of them noticed the set of piercing blue eyes that followed Dominik as he disappeared down the empty corridor. Her pink tongue ran across her full black lips before she looked at her friends.

"Be right back." She said menacingly as she stood.

Slowly she followed his path to a private changing room with a black plaque that read Mysterio. Twisting the brass knob, she entered.