This is mainly a joke for my friend so if its bad ntm!
Rhea Ripley was never one for following directions. Until she takes notice of one of the nurses in her boxing facility. Theres not a thing she wouldn't do to have one date, one conversation, one...
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I CAN BARELY THINK CLEARLY.
Shes parked in a corner of the parking lot provided by her penthouse. And she was calling me rich for my parents living in a penthouse.
"Dont forget your things."
I nodded. I dont plan on talking much and my head is filled with a bunch of things I shouldn't be thinking about with my Fiancé's ring right on my finger.
I think Rhea is already suspicious of me.
He's cool.
Im such a fucking idiot.
I grab my bags and double check to make sure I have everything. I cant have another cell phone incident. She unlocks the doors and I step out the car and head towards the parking lot elevator. I know im being incredibly rude by not waiting for her- especially when im going to her house.
She doesn't complain though.
She speed walks to the elevator and waits for me to go in before she does. She then presses the highest floor. The 32nd floor.
For the next 5 minutes I have to listen to the most annoying elevator music and a robotic voice count to 32. My parents penthouse elevator is silent, this one? Loud as fuck.
When we finally get into her apartment it smells like wood and mangos, which is surprisingly a good smell combination.
"Want something to drink?" she asks
I shake my head.
"You gonna talk?"
"What is there to talk about."
"Nothing, its just this whole time you've been acting like Im a family member who you've never met that swears they used to change your pamper when you was younger."
My teeth clench together and I take a deep breath.
"If I must talk I'd like a glass of wine."
"What type?"
"My god Rhea. It doesn't matter just get me a wine and my phone." I snapped
"Ask nicely."
Oh shes fucking pushing it tonight.
"May I please have a glass of wine and my cellular device, please?" I say sarcastically
"Sure." She goes to the kitchen and I find myself taking off my shoes and walking to her couch. It's an all white couch with 6 seats.
Maybe going home is a bad idea.
In a few seconds she came back with red wine in a glass and I took it. I carefully examined the glass. To which she made a face and snatched it back and took a sip.
