Jaded by her fiancé's disinterest in her ambitions to become a professional wrestler, Delilah Parrish's life takes an interesting turn when one of WWE's top names offers her the support she's not getting at home.
A/N: So glad to be back and writing again. Thanks to every single wonderful one of you who checked on me and sent me well wishes! You all know who you are and I appreciate you all so much!
This is quite the chapter 😈Enjoy!
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Three sets of workout gear for the week, one for each day of the tryout. Two extra t-shirts. One good pair of jeans. Three outfits for nights out, most likely with her fellow recruits. Deodorant. Makeup bag. Skincare products. Certain that she had everything, she zipped her carry-on luggage closed. She checked her watch. 6.30am. Her Uber would be arriving any moment from now to drive her to the airport.
"Babe?"
The sound of Andre's voice turned Delilah's head towards the bedroom door, where he stood holding something in his hands.
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"You forgot somethin'," he whispered, a hint of mirth struggling with the sadness in his voice as he held out what looked like a denim jacket. And not just any denim jacket. It was her favorite one, with the back embroidered with the words "Dee & Dre Forever". She'd had that jacket since she was a teenager and had worn it through many milestones in her life so far; her high school graduation, her first job, Andre's proposal. Despite her annoyance with him, she allowed herself to smile as she went to take it from him. "Thanks," she murmured.
For a moment, the couple stood there, regarding each other silently. Then, he extended his hand to her, which she took, letting him pull her in for a big hug. Her heart began to thaw as his arms tightened around her waist, his face nuzzling her neck before lifting to press his lips to hers. Her blood still simmered because he was making her take this trip alone, but he seemed to be trying. Plus, she couldn't resist responding to his sweet kisses, and she found herself missing him already.
The buzz of her phone broke their embrace, as well as the honk of a car horn blaring through the quiet of the morning. "I gotta go. My Uber's here," she whispered, her eyes suddenly misty at the thought of leaving him alone for an entire week, the longest they'd ever been apart.
With his arm around her shoulders, Andre escorted her through the front door and helped her stow her luggage in the trunk. He kissed her one more time. "I love you, baby. Good luck out there," he said.
"Thanks."
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Four days later
The final day of tryouts arrived with a bittersweet feeling as Delilah joined the assembly of her fellow recruits around the ring. It was almost eight in the morning and they should have gotten started by now, but she appreciated the little break in transmission.
She thought Tank was a tough trainer, but he was a teddy bear compared to the coaches of the world-renowned Performance Center. Their drills were brutal and the promo classes were intense. She was sore and strained, but she could honestly say she had never felt stronger. She was hanging with D1 athletes and former pros, ranking among the top ten women in all the combines. Her promo skills needed some more work but she was in the perfect place to improve. She was getting encouragement from people who were experts at spotting talent, and she was eating up all their advice with a spoon.
