And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 39 - Dance

The next day was a regular one if ever. Rhea went to the gym for hours, and I stayed back after telling her I would lock the door and not leave. She eventually agreed, but texted me every 5 minutes, calling every 15.

That night we went down the road for sushi, and slept like usual. I didn't try to touch her, and she didn't try me, I think we were both just tired, plus I didn't want to push her after last night.

It was the next afternoon, and I was sitting on the hotel room floor, stretching my back out the best I could. Groaning while doing it.

"2nd day is always the worst for muscle soreness." Rhea said from her spot sat on the bed just watching me. She'd actually been in a decent mood the last couple of days, probably because we've hardly left eachother. I think she secretly adored when I annoy her.

"I've figured that out." I said, still groaning. My biceps were in the worst pain.

My phone vibrated on the floor beside me. I picked it up and felt watched as Rhea looked at me.

Jon: Hey Flo! A bunch of us are heading to a bar in town before Smackdown. If you're in the city, let me know and I can pick you up?

"Who's that?" Rhea asked me softly.

"Jon." I said, and noticed Rheas face scrunch in annoyance a little. "He invited me out to a bar tonight." I tell her.

"No." Rhea said flatly.

"And why?" I asked.

Rhea gave me an angry look. "Because I said no, Flo."

I crossed my aching arms, sitting up straighter. "Why?" I asked again. "I want to."

Rhea pushed her feet to hang off the edge, looking like she would come and grab me at any second. "Is there a reason you're not listening to me, Flo?"

I shrugged. "I wanna go."

Rhea stood up completely, and started walking over to me. I slowly stood up, I halfway to a stand when she pulled me by under my arm quickly. She held me tight against her, hovering her face just near mine. "Do I have to repeat myself, Flo? No means no."

"Please." I tried again.

Rhea pushed me, backing me against the wall, studying my face. "Flo." She threatened, tight lips. "Don't fucking test me with this-"

"I'm asking you on a date." I quickly said, with a genuine tone.

"Flo."

I smiled at her. "Trying means coming with me to things I want to go to." Rhea stared at me, icy gaze, not happy with what I was saying. Her hands softened on the grip she had on my shoulders. "Thank you." I whispered, knowing she won't say no now.

"Fucking brat." Rhea mumbled, huffed and let me go sharply. "Get dressed and don't wear anything that shows the slut you really are." She went to sit back on the bed.

There's the Rhea I know very well.

The only thing I had with me to wear was this, what I believed to be a conservative strapless white dress. Some small heels to match. I could hear Rhea getting herself changed as I applied some light makeup, a shade of pink to my face.

When I was done, and happy with how I looked and felt. I texted Jon who said he was on his way to pick us up at our hotel.

I was excited to see who was going out tonight. A few people backstage at Smackdown hopefully, I do miss how it is over there. It's a lot more calm and somewhat more fun. Feeling playful, and eager for the night, I hid behind the bathroom door and called out. "Rhea?! Rhea!" I said with hurt in my voice. "Rhea!!"