Love Affair/ Roman Reigns

Main Event: Ladder Match

Roman and I hopped on a flight to Canada, gearing up for our big showdown at Money In The Bank! The stakes were high: whoever climbs that ladder and grabs the briefcase gets the chance to cash it in and challenge the champion for the title. We settled into our seats, with Roman right beside me and me by the window, soaking in the view. As always, he gave my shoulder a friendly pat and asked if I had made a decision about ending things with Chris. Deep down, I wanted to say "yes," but the truth was, I was still torn. So, I simply replied, "No," holding back my true feelings as I wrestled with my thoughts.

Roman flashed a knowing smile at me and remarked, "I understand this is a lot to take in. After seven years with Chris, leaving behind something you've invested so much in is never simple." I sighed, "I appreciate that. I'm just unsure how to tell him. I know it won't be easy for him to hear." Roman gently held my hand, his touch soothing, before he drifted off to sleep against my shoulder during the flight. I soon found myself resting my head on his. After a few hours in the air, we touched down in Canada and were greeted, as always, by eager fans waiting outside the arena. As we walked together, our eyes locked in a heated gaze, the world around us faded away.

As we stepped into the arena, we made our way to the locker room to don our gear for the upcoming match. Just as the door swung open, Bayley emerged with a playful grin. She settled next to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got to ask: Are you and Roman involved in something more than just friendship?" she inquired. I was taken aback, wondering why she would even consider that after I had denied it. She explained that it was simply because Roman and I seemed to share an unusual amount of time together—something he had never done with any other female colleagues before.

Frustration bubbled within me, a simmering pot ready to boil over. We had established clear boundaries, a mutual understanding that we were merely friends navigating the complexities of our lives. Yet, here I was, grappling with the weight of her audacity. The directness of her question cut through the air like a knife, igniting a fire of anger that threatened to consume me. I wanted to unleash that anger, to let her know just how out of line she was, but I knew that would only complicate things further.

 As she donned her outfit, the fabric clinging to her in a way that was both alluring and infuriating, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. She moved with a grace that was hard to ignore, and as she gently closed the locker room door behind her, I was left in a state of shock, grappling with the implications of her presence. What if Bayley decided to spread a rumor about Roman and me? The mere thought sent a chill down my spine. Roman might think I confided in her, that I had shared something intimate, despite my insistence that there was nothing romantic between us. 

The stakes felt impossibly high. I could already envision the whispers, the sideways glances, the way people would twist the truth to fit their narratives. I had to push aside the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my mind—frustration, anger, fear—and focus on the match that lay ahead. The arena would be filled with energy, the crowd buzzing with anticipation, and I needed to channel all of that into my performance. 

I took a deep breath, grounding myself in the present moment. The ring awaited, a canvas for my determination and skill. I couldn't let distractions derail me. I had trained too hard, sacrificed too much, to allow a misunderstanding to cloud my focus. I would step into that ring with clarity, ready to prove myself, ready to show everyone—especially Roman—that I was more than just a rumor. I was a force to be reckoned with, and nothing, not even Bayley's reckless questions, would stand in my way.

 An hour later, I found myself stepping through the entrance of the ring. There stood Alicia Fox, my fierce opponent, ready to unleash her fury. A wave of anxiety washed over me as Bayley's words echoed in my mind, threatening to overwhelm my focus. As I climbed into the ring, I braced myself for the sound of the bell that would signal the start of our battle. Despite Fox's relentless attacks, I refused to stay down. I fought back, locking her in a submission headlock that ultimately led to her defeat. My winning streak remains unbroken, and I continue to rise to the challenge!

After the match, I spotted Roman lingering near the men's locker room, deep in conversation with Big Show and Chris Jericho. As I approached, he caught my eye and gave me a playful wink. I couldn't resist returning the gesture as I headed toward the women's locker room. Once inside, I slipped into my usual outfit and got ready to summon an Uber.  

Standing outside the arena, I waited for my ride, still buzzing from the match. Just then, Roman strolled out and joined me, a mischievous smile on his face. "When you get to the hotel, there's a surprise waiting for you in your room," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I beamed back at him, my heart racing with anticipation. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, but I held back. The thought of our spouses finding out, especially if a fan or paparazzi caught a moment of us together, sent a shiver down my spine.

 I climbed into my Uber and set off for the hotel. As I scrolled through my phone, a message from Bayley popped up. Somehow, she had gotten my number, and I was completely baffled. The message hinted at a photo she had sent. Curiosity piqued, I opened it, only to find a snapshot of Roman and me stepping into my hotel room in Charlotte. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I realized she might have shared it online. The nightmare scenario I dreaded—being exposed for cheating—was on the verge of unfolding.