The things Roman has been making me do is ridiculous. Things like rubbing his back and fixing him breakfast and I even had to organize his gym bags. I mean I guess I can't complain. I thought things would be way worse, like being his personal little sex slave.
"AJ." Roman yells and I walk into his room.
"Yes Mr. Reigns?" I had to call him that, it was part of the bet.
"I'm horny."
"Not my problem." I shrug and he coughs.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, not my problem! Do I need to say it again?"
"I suggest you lose the attitude bitch." He spits and I roll my eyes. I enjoy pissing him off.
"What if I don't."
"The bet." He reminds me.
"So what?" I scoff.
"Are you testing me?" He ask.
"I don't know, depends, is it bothering you?" I say giggling and he stands up off the bed and walks over to me pushing me against the wall and running his lips extremely close to mine.
"You're about to find out how much it bothers me."
