And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 20 - Sour Straps

Once I'd finished in the shower, to my many offers, Rhea insisted she was going home, making sure to tell my to lock my apartment and that she'd text me.

"Stay, please." I tried one more time, standing in the doorway. "We can... have a repeat of the other night." I said with a smile. I really wanted her to stay tonight.

Rhea raised her eyebrows in challenge. "You want me that bad, huh?" She whispered, coming a bit closer to me.

Yes, finally, please.

I nodded, looking at how soft her lips looked right now.

Rhea kissed me on the cheek quickly. "Not until that mark on your cheek is gone." And I realised that's what she was kissing the last couple times she's done it. That mark.

"It's nearly gone." I told her.

Rhea actually smiled. A genuine one. "Goodnight, angel." She said and shut my door for me.

Sulking the rest of the night, I messaged T to thank him for coming today, and I loved it. As I was hopping into bed, Rhea finally texted me.

Rhea Ripperz 💗: Your brother would be so proud of you

I nearly screamed at what she said. It was so kind. But I rolled my eyes at the next message. Blunt and boring.

Rhea Rippperz 💗: Don't stay up too late you brat

Florence: And I thought you were being nice... 😓

Rhea Ripperz 💗: In your dreams

Florence: Did you know you're actually the demon in my dreams? 😈

I giggled, because I was painfully hilarious.

Rhea Ripperz 💗: You're the angel in mine. Goodnight Flo.

Florence: 😍

I slept the best I have in a while.

The next morning, I attempted to get Rhea over but she declined. Then she declined the next day. It got to Friday afternoon and she now had no choice but to see me. Our flight to New York was shortly, and she was picking me up in 5 minutes.

"Hi." I opened the door for her, and she lent in to tuck my hair behind my ear and kiss my temple. I guess she was happy to see the mark on my cheek was completely gone now. I smiled at her. "You're pretty."

Rhea rolled her eyes, and picked my suitcase up to take it downstairs.

In the car, I asked if I could plug my phone in to play music, and to my surprise she said yes. This was going to be her biggest regret in a while.

I put on "Golden" by Harry Styles, and the first not, Rhea looked at me weirdly. I shrugged, bobbing along to the music. "I like it."

Every song that came on, Rhea huffed to, claiming she didn't like it. But I saw and felt the way her finger was automatically tapping on my thigh to "Glamorous" by Fergie.

I don't think she was as dark she was letting on.

Getting to the airport, we were rolling out suitcases in and checked them in. Next, we were doing our tickets, and quickly realised Rhea booked the wrong seat. So, I was sitting away from her. I shrugged, and said I'd be fine, but Rhea said she'd try and swap with one of the guys.

So, now I was at the gate with Rhea, Dom and Damien, who were arguing between each other. "Just give her your ticket, Dom." Rhea said angrily to him.

Dom scrunched his face up. "Come on, Rhea... Damien and I had plans to watch Iron Man." He groaned.