Wild Ride | Rhea Ripley | Possessive, Fluffy and Smutty

3 | Prism Trap Submission

I didn't even peer out of my curtain before jumping up off my bed and swinging the door open, scanning the darkness for Rhea.

My gaze settled on a bike like mine. Not the same colour. Not the same model. Just the same brand. Hopping off that, taking his helmet off was Mike. One of the riders I work with. "Lozzie!" He exclaimed.

I couldn't say I wasn't disappointed.

"Hey Mike, what's going on?" I asked a little concerned. I always told the guys where I was staying. They would worry that I wasn't in a safe area, so I'd make sure to let them all know where I was.

"Not much, actually. The guys were heading to a bar in the city and I thought I'd stop in on the way, see if you wanted to come." He asked nicely, running his fingers through his short brown hair.

I scratched my head and looked at my watch. It wasn't too late. I shrugged. "Yeah, why not. Give me a few to change." And I shut the door, getting changed into just a simple black outfit, getting my helmet and jacket on the way out. "Ready." I pulled my helmet on, sitting on my bike.

"Race ya." Mike said, hopping on his bike beside me.

I scoffed. "You know I'd win."

"Only cause I feel bad when I let you win." He cracked back.

I revved my engine and sped off, leaving him in the dust as I turned onto the Highway swiftly.

Mike caught up in no time, but we were responsible enough to not speed. We were mature adults, wild at the heart, and as much as we wanted to go 200mph, we knew we couldn't.

I let Mike lead the way with hand movements, as I didn't know the bar he was talking about.

It wasn't far, and as soon as we got there. I spotted the other guys' bikes, and we parked comfortably around them.

But that wasn't the only bike I saw.

There was an exact replica of my bike.

Shit.

"Fuck! Who's got the same bike?" Mike asked, slipping his helmet off.

I swallowed and shrugged. "No idea." I brushed it off.

It's fine... I didn't have to talk to her tonight. I'll just ignore her and wait and give her the opportunity to talk to me. I shouldn't chase her for her friendship.

But that's not even what I wanted from her!

I just wanted it civil!

I didn't want her to hate me.

Heading inside the bar, I immediately noticed the rest of the guys and they called us over, half tipsy but they were fun. "Lozzie! Mikey!" They yelled.

Mike wrapped his arm around me, guiding us towards them through the crowded room.

And just like the fucking world was against me, right beside the guys at her next table, there sat Rhea. Beside her was who I knew to be Damien, and another brunette woman, who looked tall and muscular herself. I recognised her from the Raw workshop. She didn't seem to take a liking to me, I got the same feel from her that I did Damien. She seemed hesitant to talk to me.

I saw them all turn to look at us, because who wouldn't when there was 5 large dudes yelling the words "Lozzie!"

And I knew Rhea would have recognised the nickname immediately.

I avoided their eyes and pretended like I didn't even know they were there.

I tapped Westley on the back coming to stand beside him, facing the opposite direction of the wrestlers. "Hey, Wes." I said.