The usos convince a very intoxicated Roman Reigns to create a Tinder account.
This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. As always my stories are about Roman, not Joe. While there is not smut...
Warnings: Praise, very mild arguing, mention of previous divorce.
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Iris walked into the meeting room, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Setting in the room with some the icons of her childhood such as The Rock, Triple H and Shawn Michaels with them all depending on her to secure the best deal possible for the company.
As she took her seat, she saw Roman sitting across from her. He gave her a small nod, but Iris quickly looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of 'acknowledging' him because well, fuck that.
The meeting began, and They started discussing the details of what WWE would want out of the deal. Iris listened intently, taking notes and asking questions when necessary.
Iris was impressed by the ambition and determination of the WWE executives and top stars. They wanted to expand their reach and increase their revenue, and they were willing to go all out to make it happen.
As the meeting progressed, Iris noticed that Roman was paying close attention to her. He would glance at her every now and then, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to everything that was being discussed.
"I understand your concerns, but I think we can work out a deal that benefits both parties," Iris said, her voice calm and professional. "We can negotiate terms that ensure that the deal is mutually beneficial and that the rights of both parties are protected so that we get everything WWE requires of the deal, I don't see Netflix or their Attorneys giving us very much push back on any of this."
The WWE executives nodded, impressed by her knowledge and confidence.
"We appreciate your input, Ms. Taylor." Triple H said. "We were looking for a lawyer who can handle the details and help us navigate the legal landscape of the deal in a timely manner so we can get the ball rolling on getting the product out to our fans as soon as possible."
"We knew you were the right choice when Roman recommended you" The Rock spoke up.
Iris could barely hide her surprise at The Rock's words. She hadn't expected Roman to recommend her to the WWE, especially after the way things had ended between them.
"Roman recommended me?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.
The Rock nodded. "Yeah, he said you were a lawyer and that he trusted you to do a good job."
Roman shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly not expecting his cousin to bring him up.
Iris glanced at Roman, trying to read his expression. Focusing back in on the task at hand, the meeting continued, with the WWE executives discussing the logistics of the deal. Iris tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept wandering back to Roman. It was driving her crazy being this distracted when she's used to being laser focused when talking to a client.
After another hour or so of discussion, the meeting finally came to an end. The WWE executives thanked Iris for her input and left the room, leaving her alone with Roman, and Paul who left when Roman shot him a look requesting privacy.
Iris gathered her notes and papers, shoving them into her briefcase. She was about to leave when she heard Roman's voice.
"Hey, can we talk for a minute?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
Iris hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to talk to him. But something in his voice made her stop.
"Fine," she said, turning to face him. "What do you want to talk about?"
Roman took a step closer to her, his expression serious.
"I just wanted to apologize," he said. "For what happened at Smackdown. I was an ass, and I shouldn't have treated you like that."
Iris raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
"You're apologizing now, after?" she asked. "Why? because I'm representing the company you work for in negotiations?"
Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"No, it's not just because of that," he said. "I've been thinking about what happened, and I realized that I was wrong. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry for that."
Iris studied him for a moment, trying to gauge his sincerity.
"You know, you could have just said that instead of making things worse at Smackdown," she said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness.
Roman nodded, looking down at the floor.
"I know, I know," he said. "I was stupid. I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you in the process. I'm not used to being... vulnerable. I'm sorry for that, too."
Roman looked up at Iris, his expression soft.
"I just got divorced," he said quietly. "It was a messy, painful process. We have five kids together... And I don't know if I'm ready to feel again. I don't know if I'm ready to open myself up to someone new."
Iris softened a bit at his words. She could see the pain in his eyes, and she understood what he was going through.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, her voice gentle. "Divorce is never easy, especially when it's messy and there are kids involved."
Roman took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.
"I know you have no reason to say yes," he said. "But I was wondering if you would let me take you to dinner. As an apology for everything that happened between us."
Iris hesitated, torn between her anger and her curiosity. She didn't want to give in to Roman's request, but there was a part of her that was tempted.
"Why should I?" she asked, her voice guarded. "You've already apologized. What more do you want from me?"
Roman looked at her, his eyes pleading.
"I want a chance to make things right," he said. "I want to show you that I'm sorry"
Iris was silent for a moment, considering his words. She knew that she shouldn't give in to his request, but there was something about his sincerity that made her reconsider.
"Fine," she said finally. "One dinner. But don't think that this means anything."
As Iris agreed to have dinner with Roman, he smiled at her, relieved that she had accepted his invitation. But then, as he was about to thank her, the words slipped out before he could stop them.
"Good girl," he said, his voice soft and low.
Iris's eyes widened in surprise at Roman's words. She hadn't expected him to say that, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.
Roman realized what he had said and quickly tried to cover it up.
"I mean, thank you," he said hastily. "Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me."
Iris tried to push down the arousal that she felt at Roman's praise, but it was too late. She could feel her body responding to his words.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
"You're welcome," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Roman could sense the change in her demeanor, and he couldn't help but notice the way she'd been flustered and it sent a thrill through him.
"I'll pick you up at 7," he said, "Wear something nice."
