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.
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The morning light sprang through the windows and assaulted Delilah's face, causing her to groan and bury it in the broad, muscular shoulder beside her. She tightened her grip when he began to roll away from her. "Baby nooo, come back," she mumbled.
"You want me to piss right here, girl?" Josh questioned, laughing when she pouted and reluctantly released him to stretch her numb legs. She waited until she heard the bathroom door close and then grunted as she sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. A small, bittersweet smile tugged her lips as the memories of last night came flooding in.
From the moment Josh had suggested she hang out with him, she knew what he wanted. She had known, when she stepped through the door, what was going to happen. And she had wanted it. She still wanted it. She was pretty sure, at this point, that she was going to want Joshua Fatu for the rest of her life.
Getting to her feet, Delilah grabbed a t-shirt from among the clothing exploding from his suitcase and wandered out of his bedroom, making her way toward the back of the house. It was only about nine in the morning, which was the reason for the near blazing sun as she stepped onto the patio to survey the vast space of land behind Josh's home. Having spent all her life sharing rooms with her older sister and living in cramped edifices like her and Andre's trailer, owning this kind of peace and quiet and solitude was a big dream of hers. There was something seductive about lounging around a huge piece of property on a lazy morning, dressed only in her man's t-shirt with a steaming mug of coffee in her grasp.
Bold of her to assume that she still had a man.
She ventured into the backyard and approached the pool, hesitating for a second before stepping into the water, t-shirt and all. She let a few seconds pass before she peeled the drenched t-shirt off her, tossing it aside as she waded further in, her feet kicking gracefully underneath her. The turmoil of the small waves splashing around her seemed to echo her thoughts and emotions.
She loved Andre, but their latest and most explosive fight had proven that going ahead with marriage would be a mistake they would both regret down the road. He couldn't deal with her choices and she couldn't expect him to. They wanted different things out of life and it wasn't either of their faults. This outcome felt inevitable and there was nothing she could have done to stop it. If she could wrap her head around that truth, she might be able to move on with her life without feeling like a colossal failure.
