Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
I'm so fuckin nervous man! I've been a nervous wreck all damn week!
I still can't believe My cousin and I are going to meet THE IC Champ, Mr.Main Event AKA Ucey Jucey, Jey Uso Tomorrow...
Like... Ugh.. 😩
I know, if I hug this man tomorrow... I ain't letting go... Respectfully, of course...😏
But, In all seriousness.. I'm fucking ecstatic. Im not gonna be able to sleep at all tonight, yall! (My man probably gone be a little salty, but he'll be alright. 'Cause I would COMPLETELY understand if her was a fanboy of any other wrestler or wrestling talent.. Or even another celeb.)
If yall don't hear from me by Saturday night, I died in Jey's arms. 😅😮💨🫣
ANYWAYS...
I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.
Please excuse any typos or misspellings.🤎
~Charmed
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AMAHLE|
My body went rigid, terror flooding every inch of me. Jey was saying something, his voice distant, like he was speaking through a fog. I couldn't hear him. I couldn't breathe.
My stomach churned, and my chest squeezed so tight I couldn't breathe. I looked over at Jey, his eyes searching mine, silently asking what was happening.
I forced my trembling fingers to move, my thumb frantically pressing the 'end' button before Michael could say anything else. Before he could pull me any further into the darkness.
The call disconnected. The ringing in my ears intensified, and for a second, everything went still.
I dropped the phone into my lap, my whole body trembling as the fear settled deep in my bones. "It was him," I finally whispered, my voice shaking.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Jey's entire demeanor shifted. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, and without saying a word, he shifted the car into drive.
"We're going home," he said, his voice steady but cold, laced with a protectiveness that made my heart ache.
The tires screeched slightly as he pulled into traffic, weaving through the cars with single-minded focus.
