Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 15

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After the movie, Taylor felt anxious as Roman drove them to his house. It would be her first time ever being there. She always believed that the first time she would see it was when she graduated from high school, but that was apparently not the case. Roman and Dean were whisking her off to their domain.

She relaxed into the supple leather seats of Roman's truck and tried to imagine what his home would look like. She knew Roman was wealthy, so maybe he'd have a mansion some ways out of town. Closer to the big city, away from all the rednecks. Something real pretty and shit. Like all those crazy billionaires on MTV Cribs. I miss that show, Taylor thought. A sudden right turn broke Taylor out of her pondering. Roman was driving them down a dirt road that she recognized belatedly. She used to come out here with Bo and David, when they were little, and play around. Looking out the window, she spotted a decrepit playhouse in the darkness. She smiled remembering all the games they used to play in there. It was then she realized how close Roman lived to her.

"Roman."

"Yes, baby?" He replied without taking his eyes off the road.

"Have you lived here the entire time that I've known you?"

"No. At first I was in New Orleans, I really liked the town. But one day when I was traveling down to the coast, the truck battery suddenly died. I had to walk a couple of miles until I found a gas station on the edge of town. They towed the truck up here and decided to get a drink while the truck was being looked at. And then...then I met Sophia there," Taylor tensed at the mention of her mother, "We started seeing each other and she showed me around the town and it started to grow on me. I think I had the construction of my house started about a week after you and I met at dinner."

As he finished, to Taylor's surprise, they pulled up to a log cabin. It was a medium sized structure, surrounded by a wooden fence lined with electric wire. Roman pulled up to the house and cut the engine off. He and Dean jumped out, and Roman threw Dean the keys before he came around to open her door and Dean went into the house.

"Milady." Roman said, opening her door, bowing dramatically.

"Why thank you, good Sir."

"Oh, but of course, Madame."

Roman reached out and nestled her arm in the crook of his own, walking them up the stairs of his home. Taylor gasped as they crossed the threshold. The floors were made of a deep mahogany colored wood that looked like warm, rich syrup and the walls were painted a dusty sand color. A bear skin rug sat on the floor, mouth open threateningly. A spiraling staircase sat to the right of the foyer, and ascended up to the balcony of the second floor. A twinkling chandelier hung precariously from above. The crystal gleamed brightly, giving the it the appearance of a giant star. Taylor gazed at adoringly.

"It's so beautiful." Roman looked up at it and then back down to her and smiled a smile so bright it rivaled the gleam of the chandelier. Taylor's stomach clenched.

"I know. I picked it up when I was on a business trip in France." Taylor's eyes widened in shock.

"France?! You've been to France?!"

"Yeah. A few times, actually."

"Wow... I've always dreamed of goin' to Europe."