Best For Business (A WWE Fanfic) Book 2 in The Wild Card Series

Chapter 6 It's Meeting You All Over Again

The Next Afternoon.

I had absolutely no energy as I walked out of the bathroom in a towel, having slept the morning and part of the afternoon away. Grabbing a pair of blue jean shorts and a white flowing tank top I got dressed, putting a blue/black bikini top underneath. I had let my hair air dry and it was falling down my back in slightly frizzy waves and I didn't put on any make-up. Throwing on a pair of flip flops I shoved the key card in my pocket, leaving my phone where it was, still plugged into the wall. I had a small beach bag with me and I headed to the dining room, grabbing a few sandwiches and snacks and water for the day, wanting to spend some time alone.

Few Hours Later

I was still feeling stressed and by then I knew it had to do with the minor argument that Roman and I had last night. Stuffing my bag under my chair I slipped my shoes off heading the few feet towards the beach. I was glad at least WWE had sprung for a beachside hotel as I walked into the water, the cool water brushing up against my ankles. The sun was low in the sky but not dusk yet and I could still feel the heat on my skin, the breeze blowing my hair from my shoulders and ruffling my shirt. I heard footsteps behind me but I ignored them, putting them off to passerby's. I shoved my hands in my pockets as I took another step forward, the water climbing up my warm legs, cooling me instantly.

"You know dressed like that you look exactly how you did the day I met you," a deep voice came from behind me, making me close my eyes, "When you tripped over the couch and nearly knocked your brother over. You were wearing a white top and blue jean shorts just like you are now. Now standing here it's like I'm meeting you all over again."

I couldn't say a word, for the first time in a long time I was completely speechless. I wanted to say something but I couldn't knowing he was exactly right and I was dressed similar to how I was that day.

"I remember thinking after the first few moments, after you called me gay," Roman chuckled, coming up beside me, "This girl is going to cause some guy a whole world of trouble. I thought to myself, man I hope whoever ends up in her life is ready. Then suddenly you were always there and I was stuck on this girl who never backed down from a fight and you just got under my skin."

I turned towards him, seeing him with a typical smirk on his face and I pressed my lips together. He had on swimming trunks, his tattoos glistening in the sunlight and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Damn if I wasn't ready for you Lila," he laughed, taking my hand in his, holding it loosely, "You and all of your trouble. Your attitude and your courage and your damn smart mouth."

"At least you knew from the start." I managed to choke out, sounding reasonably normal.

"At least I knew from the start." He agreed.

"Roman what are you doing here?" I asked, lacing my fingers with his.

"I had miles saved up and last night we both went to bed angry at each other. I don't like that. I don't want to have to do that and on top of that we were thousands of miles apart. I'm not Phil Lila, if you're mad at me I'm not just going to give up and walk away from it, I'm not just going to let you stay mad. I'll fly thousands of miles, out of the country if I have to, to come and fix it." He told me, making me blink rapidly, turning away from him.

"I know that Roman but if you had miles saved you should have gone to see your mom, your dad. You should have gone to see your family not come here because I'm an ass." I mumbled, leaning against him.

"You still don't get it Lila." He laughed, sounding thoroughly amused, "You are my family baby girl and I'm here because the bus sucks and I can't really sleep that well without you around."