The Rock ◆ Dwayne Johnson◆

Chapter 2

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CageTwins: Imagine waking up to this...

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So, news broke out about Dwayne being seen with a lady friend. By the grace of God, you couldn't tell that it was me and I'm also thankful to the staff for not snitching us out. The tabloids are actually referring to me as the mysterious white woman with the Kim Kardashian butt. Chile please. 

This morning after taking our daily morning pictures with my twin, I decided to go through all our emails. We haven't really had a steady project in sometime and while we are working on a new collection for our clothing line, we are only on Instagram. I really do want to be more diverse in my career choice, I would like to do something for more than just modelling. I also want to put some separation between my twin and I. 

We really need to learn to be independent and shit because if my relationship with Dwayne progresses then my twin needs to learn how to let me go. This is why I'm about to spill all the tea on Dwayne, today. 

I sip on my drink as Mya takes a picture of us for instagram stories. We are currently at some interior design store, looking at inspiration for our walk in wardrobe, we recently moved into a massive house which has a walk in wardrobe that is 2 floors. One for Mya and one for me. 

I decided to take her out first before breaking the news to her but now I'm getting restless.

"I don't have a boyfriend but I am seeing someone." I say while turning to face her so that I can see her reaction.

She looks kind of hurt, "For how long?"

I just shrug my shoulders. "Not that long but I don't see him as much because he is booked and busy." 

"Who?"

"Dwayne Johnson." I respond before biting my lip.

"I know you're hoeing ass lyin'." I roll my eyes as at her response as she stares at me weirdly. "What bummy ass rapper you seein'?"

I shake my head before pulling out my phone and going through my camera roll. I show her a video of Dwayne using me as weights in his personal gym.

"How in the hell did your instagram hoein' ass land him?" She asks while looking at me in disbelief.  

I shrug my shoulders as we walk out of the store and I chuck my drink in the bin.

"It just happened." I casually say as I walk back over to her. "He's a great guy and I'm glad that I met him."

"BITCH! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" She squeals and I cover her mouth.

"Don't spill this shit." I warn her before telling her a short version of how we met. I don't really feel comfortable telling her everything as of yet because I don't know how pissed she really is. She's acting excited now but in her head she is cursing me out and I know because my head is pounding.

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"I finally told twin about us." I say to Dwayne as he picks up his shirt that I had threw across the bed.

"What did she say?" He asks as he puts on his shirt while walking over to me. "Did she react badly?"

I roll my eyes, "She was surprised that somebody like me could land someone like you."

"And what is that someone?" He questions while looking at me weirdly.

"A insta hoe." I gesture to myself but I'm kind of hurt. Everyone calls us hoes but I can block that out, when your own twin says and she means it, that hurts a little different.

"You're an instagram hoe." He chuckles while buttoning his shirt. "If you were then I wouldn't be here with you."

I don't say anything and he grabs my face. 

"There is always going to be somebody who is going to try bring you down. Trust me when I say that you are not an instagram hoe and if you were, who gives a fuck?" I look in his eyes. "It's your life and you get to decide what you do with it."

"Yeah." I yawn as I stand up. "I know I'm overreacting but I just hate the way people always put me into that category when that's not what I am. I'm a bomb ass fashion designer and model who works real hard for everything that she has."

"You're the bitch." He says while picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders, I let out a squeal.

"Dwayne!"

"WHO'S THE BITCH?" I laugh as he starts walking around. "I SAID WHO IS THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BITCH?"

"I'M THE FUCKIN' BITCH!" I scream in response.

"I SAID WHO IS THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BIG BOOTY, TIGHT VAGINA, GREAT BREASTS AND A PRETTY FACE BITCH?" I can't control my laughter as he slaps my bum. "I said..."

"I'm THAT BITCH!" I state, not wanting him to repeat himself.

"Damn right you are." He says before giving my bum one last slap. He then puts me down and kisses my lips as my arms go around his neck. "That's my girl."