Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

part 2

I made no money from this. Just for entertainment purposes. Roman Reigns and all other mentioned superstars are property of the WWE.

"Hi, my name is Roman Reigns."

Taylor looked up into the gray orbs that were watching her intently. Those pale eyes were mesmerizing. Hypnotic, even. The 16 year old thought she was going to be sucked into their endless depths. Roman cleared his throat.

"I...I'm sorry, I got distracted. Nice to meet you Mr. Reigns. I'm-.."

"Taylor, right? Yes, I have heard about you. Your mother told me about you.."

"Yeah...."

He still had that impassive look on his face. The way he spoke was so businesslike. He spoke as though he was in a meeting with a big corporation. It was like he had no emotions. Now, they say opposites attract, but Taylor couldn't even fathom how such an emotionally stunted man was going to handle her emotionally chaotic mother.

"Well. How about we move this into the dining room, huh?" Her mother said cheerfully, trying her hardest to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the room.

"Yes. Let's. After you Miss Taylor." Roman said irritatingly polite.

"Yeah, sure."

They walked through the large doorway that connected the living room to the dining room. Taylor and her mother took their respective seats at the sides of the large, mahogany table and Roman sat at the head. The uncomfortable silence from before seemingly took its place in the room as well.

"Well. I'll go grab the rest of supper." Taylor's mother said, shooting a blinding, toothy smile at Roman, who barely quirked his lips. She walked around the table towards Taylor and whispered, "Don't say anything weird. Don't talk about all of that devilish rock music you listen to. Or the Edgar Allen Poe poetry or any Johnny Depp/Tim Burton movie. Do you understand?" She said still with that grin on her face.

"Yes ma'am. And it's not the Devil's music, ma. You sound like Bobby Boucher's mom from The Waterboy." Taylor's mom scurried off into the kitchen, after giving her a strange look.

Taylor sat patiently in her chair waiting for her mother to return. All the while she took fleeting glances at their guest of the night out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't looking at her or anywhere really, he was just staring at the wall as if in a daze. Deciding to take her mother's advice for once in her life, she kept her mouth shut and waited for the night to end.

"How old are you?" He asked finally breaking his gaze from the wall and latching it on to Taylor. She chuckled.

"Oh my, it speaks.....I thought my mom told you about me."

"She has. Only once did she mention a daughter, but I thought you'd be....younger."

" Well, sorry to disappoint."

"You didn't answer me."

Taylor gave him a look before answering with, "I'm sixteen." Roman stared at her for what seemed like hours, making Taylor squirm under his gaze.

"What are you starin' at?" She asked, perturbed that the man was still looking at her like she was the World's Largest Rubber Ball... or something like that anyway. "You certainly don't look sixteen." The girl didn't know whether to be flattered or put off by the comment.

"So I can safely assume that you're a sophomore in high school?"

"No you cannot, I am a junior in high school."

"When will you be turning seventeen?"

"In eleven months. I turned sixteen last month." Roman stopped and stared at her again with a renewed curiosity. "Do you have your license or permit yet?" Finally fed up with the human version of 20 Questions sitting near her she said, "Why do you need to know? What's with the third degree? Lemme ask you some questions, bigshot! Like why are you here? I know everyone in this town and I ain't never seen you. How did you meet my mom? Where are you from? How old are you, huh?! " Seemingly undisturbed, Roman continued to gaze at the little spitfire as she rambled and could only think how pretty and pink her lips looke- Wait! What?! 'Snap out of it Reigns. That is a sixteen year old girl sitting across from you. Get it together.' Only to have that plan fail as his eyes were drawn to the heaving chest of said sixteen year old. 'Damn it. Her breasts look so good. Ugh... stop it!' Roman looked back up at the young lady glaring at him and responded to her with, " I am originally from Florida, but I moved up to Massachusetts to go to college and start my own business at the age of 15. My business has turned into a multi million corporation of which I am the President, Founder, and Chairman of the Board. Several months ago I realized that I hated the city and always have, but it was a necessary evil to accomplish my goals, so I dealt with it. But now I am a millionaire and can control my business from anywhere I so choose to. I sold my house and my cars, all but one, and found this quaint little town to settle in. I met your mother at a bar a couple of weeks after I had moved here and we hit it off, so here I am. Also, I'm twenty nine years old." Taylor just stared at Roman with her mouth slightly agape.