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?
The car ride over to the place we were eating was silent. Brie was continuously glancing over at me while I focused my attention out the window and Dolph focused on his phone per usual. My phone chimed breaking my gaze from the window and I saw that it was a text from Brock.
'Call you later...'
Seriously? I rolled my eyes and shoved the phone into my bag. I guess Dolph and Brie noticed because he cleared his throat and I looked over at him. His eyebrow was raised as he signaled to my phone expecting me to tell him what was going on.
"It's nothing," I huffed, looking back out the window as I heard Brie let out a sigh and whisper something to Dolph.
"We're here, Nikki," Brie piped up as the car came to a halt and the three of us exited. We walked up to the restaurant before Brie and I were stopped by a couple of fans to take some pictures. New Orleans was crawling with fans this weekend due to Mania so I didn't expect anything less. And know Brock was going to find out I'm out with Dolph before I get a chance to tell him. Oh well, he has no right to be mad. He didn't tell me about UFC.
"Ah, finally, food," Dolph stated as he rubbed his hands together before picking up the menu.
"Can I have some wine? Doesn't matter what kind. Whole bottle will do, thanks," I asked the waiter earning a scowl from Brie and a laugh from Dolph.
"Brie Mode? More like Nicole Mode tonight! Woo Woo!" the blonde joked, nudging me as I smirked at him before rolling my eyes.
...
After we finished eating, I scrolled through my phone and saw that some people have captured Dolph and I and made a collage of us at dinner tonight. They were clearly excited about us reuniting. I decided to do exactly what Mark wanted and I regrammed it and put a wink emoji.
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Dolph's phone chimed because he got the notification on his phone and his eyes widened as he looked over at me.
"Damn, they got those pics fast. Also, nice," he smiled at me before writing a snarky comment about how this partnership is coming along nicely.
Brie leaned over and whispered, "Is Brock going to be pissed? You two seem like more than friends in these pictures. He might get the wrong idea..."
"He doesn't have social media," I snapped back, still pissed about being left out of the loop, "Besides, he knows Dolph and I are nothing."
She leaned back and shrugged as we paid the bill and decided to do some walking around to hang with fans before heading back to the hotel.
...
After about two hours of spending time with Dolph and Brie, I finally arrived back at my hotel door and pushed my key into the space until it unlocked. I walked inside and set my bag on the floor before I noticed someone was in my room. I let out a quick scream until I realized it was my boyfriend.
"Brock, what the fuck?!" I yelled out, placing my hand on my chest to calm down.
"I should be asking you the same fucking question!" he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest and keeping a stone expression.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, crossing my arms as well, "I'm sorry - how was your meeting with UFC that you just didn't tell me about?"
He stood up from the edge of the bed that he was sitting on and ran his hand over his face, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be pissed."
"Not telling me makes me even more pissed, Brock!"
"So you just go and get back at me by having sex with Dolph!?" He yelled out, slamming his hand against the wall and I jumped slightly.
My mouth dropped open at his accusation, "Where the fuck did you hear something like that?!"
"One of your little diva friends told Paul and he told me," he scoffed, looking away, "They showed my the pictures from you two getting cozy at dinner."
Was this a joke?! Who told Paul a lie like that?!
"Brock! I did not have sex with him! You know me better than that," I walked over to him and grabbed his arm but he yanked it away causing me to frown.
"Do I?!" I growled, stepping back, "I dealt with this shit with Rena. I'm not about to go through it again."
He started walking away, but I grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him back, "Babe! It's wasn't anything! They fucking cropped Brie out of the pictures and Mark told us to go to dinner, I promise. Please, nothing else happened!!" I begged as he stopped, still refusing to look at me, "Please, don't leave me."
I heard him let out a sigh before he turned around and looked at me, "Promise me nothing happened."
I felt tears form in my eyes as I nodded quickly, "Nothing happened. I swear, please, please believe me."
There was a pause as I wiped the tears that were starting to pour out and I felt arms wrap around my waist and my head crash against my boyfriend's chest.
"I love you. I was just fucking scared, I'm sorry..." he mumbled as he held onto me tightly and I wrapped his arms around his waist.
