Nikki Bella is best known for her relationship with John Cena, but what happens when he betrays their love and she finds comfort in an unexpected person?
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Nikki ||
"I have to tell you something..."
I heard Brock mutter as I looked up at him. Before I could even ask what he needed to talk to me about his phone began ringing in his pocket. He muttered a curse word under his breath as he read the name who was calling him.
"I have to take this. Sorry, Nicole!" He yelled out as he was rushing out the door.
"Oh, okay..." I whispered to myself as I heard the door slam behind him.
I plopped down on the edge of my bed as I stared at the opposite side of the room. It was dark. And I was alone. I hated being alone. I usually had John with me all the time and if he wasn't there, I made sure to bug the hell out of Bryan and Brie and they enjoyed it because I would keep Birdie company while they got much needed alone time. I wasn't going to lie to myself, I was disappointed as hell that Brock left because at least I had sometime to talk to.
Maybe I could sleep? But how could I sleep without John next to me? I didn't understand why he left without me. Plus he knows how I am when I'm alone. I pulled out my phone and decided to type out a message.
Nikki: John...I'm alone and sad as fuck. You know I hate being alone...
Nikki: I guess you're asleep :/ Well, I'll see you tomorrow? I'm thinking about just flying out there now because I can't take it here by myself.
Nikki: Nevermind. I'll just see you tomorrow. Sorry for bugging you, love. xo
Brock ||
"What the fuck do you want me to do, Rena?" I hissed into the phone as Paul stirred in his sleep. I tried to make my voice as quiet as possible but just talking to this woman always got me heated.
"I don't want this divorce to be finalized, Brock. I love you and I need you," I heard her voice on the other end of the phone and I scoffed.
"You're fuckin' drunk. You left me for someone else. Not me. You. I don't want to be with you anymore. You just want me for my money and I ain't playin' this game anymore with you. Now leave me the fuck alone!!" I yelled out causing Paul to raise his head and give me a look as I threw my phone across the room.
I felt my face heating up, "Don't even fucking ask."
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Nikki ||
I felt the vibration of my phone rattling the nightstand beside me as my hand reached over for it.
"Mm..hello?" I questioned with a raspy voice, not realizing who was calling me.
"Nicole, where are you?" I heard my sister's voice on the other line. I was a bit disappointed that John hadn't even called to check in on me yet.
I stretched one of my arms out while beginning to sit up in the bed, "I'm still at this damn hotel. I guess I'm gonna have to catch a flight back home because John still hasn't said a word to me." I double checked my messages to be sure.
A sigh escaped my sister's lips as she replied, "No. Just come stay with Bryan and I. Fuck him, Nicole. Seriously. We're closer to you anyway."
"Brie..."
"No. Don't. I'm so sick and tired of him not even giving a damn about you. You are his fiance and if he wants to get married to you, he needs to grow up and start treating you better," Brie stated, as I could hear the anger in her voice.
I smiled slightly at the concern in my sister's voice, "Okay, okay. I'll head over there soon, let me get my shit together. I'll call you when I'm on the way."
After I hung up the phone and got my stuff together, I escaped into the hallway at the same time that the beast himself and his advocate left their room.
"Good morning, Miss Nikki!" Paul greeted cheerfully as Brock turned his attention to me with a small smile.
"Good morning, Paul. Brock," I grinned as we made our way to the elevator, "Did you two enjoy your stay?"
"Yes as a mat-- My phone!" Paul gasped as he raced back to the room after Brock and I had already entered the elevator.
Brock let out a soft chuckle before looking over at me, "How was your scary hotel room?"
"Scary. I hate being alone," I commented, giving him a soft smile.
He raised his eyebrows, "You should've told me. I would've came back or something. I didn't know you didn't like to be alone..."
"Look at the beast, showing that he cares," I teased him as I watched his face turn slightly red.
"I don't care. I just...forget it. Listen, where are you headed to? Please tell me you're not going back to John's house..." he asked quietly, looking me in the eyes.
"You mean...our house? No, Brie told me to go stay with her and Bryan. John still hasn't replied to me today and I blew up his phone last night. I dunno what I did to upset him..."
"You didn't do anything, Bella!" He exclaimed, angrily, "Come with me and Paul.
