Wild Ride | Rhea Ripley | Possessive, Fluffy and Smutty

7 | Fuck You For...

I didn't know if I wanted to scream at her, turn my back on her or kiss her.

If was honest, maybe all of them. But right now, currently, I felt like I could really scream at Rhea.

We were deep into the stunt workshop, and she was ignoring me. Completely. She looked like she was hardly listening to what I had to say earlier, and I tried to intervene in her and Damien's moves, trying to show them a better way of taking a hit, but she barely listened.

Damien was hardly helping, just letting her do what she wanted.

But the thing was... now that I knew there was something actually wrong with her. She wasn't treating it properly. I couldn't feel angry. Not as much as I used to be anyway.

But the way she was just ignoring me... made me angry. Especially because she opened up last night to me, and tried to kiss me again. Probably do more.

She still cared. I just didn't know if all those versions and parts of her do too.

After the successful workshop, I wanted to try and talk to Rhea again. I didn't know what the goal would be, maybe try and find out why she wasn't taking this medication, and what exactly was wrong with her. I could be setting myself up for failure here, but, I still fucking cared about her. I wanted her healthy, even if she said she hated me.

I found her dressing room door, but before I could open it, a rough hand came on my shoulder, stopping me. Shocking me, really. "What are you doing to her?" Damien asked, looking down at me with creased eyebrows.

What was I doing to her.

"I'm just going to talk to her." I fixed for him, confused. Did he think I was going to hurt her? "She's been ignoring me."

"For a reason, Loz." He stated firmly, still not letting my shoulder go.

"Why?" I asked.

He looked to the wall and let out a breath. Before he could answer, the door to her dressing room swung open, and Rhea examined Damien and I. I couldn't tell what her emotions were right now. It didn't feel calm, anyway.

She was dressed in her complete gear, hair done, makeup done too. Her thighs... those garters looked- they looked good close up like this.

I figured her mood out when she shoved Damien a little in the chest. Abruptly, and he took some forced steps away. "Don't fucking touch her." She snapped at him. She looked at me and took a deep and shaky breath. "Get out of here."

Oh... Fucking. Awesome.

"Rhea."

"Lauren." Rhea said firmly, like a warning.

Beside me, Damien started to walk away.

"What's gotten you so angry now? From last night to now." I asked, crossing my arms.

Rhea looked like she was holding something back, but she took a couple steps towards me, in a threatening way. "I'm trying to not fucking scream at you. Leave, or I will."

She was trying to just ignore me, rather than hate me. Progress?

But the thing was... for some reason: "I'd rather you scream at me than ignore me." I told her softly.

Rhea was silent as she took in what I said, and lifted her chin.

I couldn't help myself. "Do you really regret me?" I asked gently, and got closer to her. And she took a couple steps back into her dressing room. I followed slowly. "Really? You really hate me?" I tried to push her, without wanting her to snap completely. "That's not what you were saying last night. Or that night in Stanley."