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itsrheasgirl · 10 months

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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 8

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

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You could sit on the beach forever, the ocean breeze blowing through Rhea’s hair as she nuzzled into your neck. Her arms tightly wrapped around you as you looked out at the rise and fall of the crashing waves.

Being in her arms was so comforting, even in the calmest of situations it felt like she was protecting you. Keeping you safe from anything that could harm you. Inhaling a shallow breath, you let you lids flutter closed as your words left your lips in a soft utter.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you still have Monday to rest up for.”

You felt Rhea’s chest vibrate as she laughed softly. The draft selections were set to go into effect upon everyone’s return from San Juan and of course The Judgement Day had to make an appearance at Monday night raw. Rhea’s career kept her very busy and you didn’t want to be responsible for her tiredness.

“I don’t want you getting hurt because I kept you awake all weekend.”

A soft chuckle parted Rhea’s lips before she pressed them gently against your jugular, your own lips curling into a warm grin as you gave her palms a soft squeeze.

“I’m not leaving you.”

She uttered against your skin, returning the soft squeeze of your palms.

“If this is where you need to be, then this is where we will stay.”

It made you smile that Rhea seemed to do whatever it was you needed. She constantly took care of your needs over her own and it tugged at your heartstrings. Why would someone care for someone else so much when all they were to each other was friends.

Tilting you head slightly to rest it upon her shoulder, you look up at her with glistening hues.

She must care for you— at least a little. This weekend had been proof of that. She’d stood against one of her closest friends for you.

Inhaling a small breath, you release one of her palms to cup it around Rhea’s cheek and tilt her features down to look upon you.

“You fought Liv for me.”

Rhea leant into your touch for a few moments before shaking her head gently, a soft bubble of laughter parting her lips as she brought her free hand up to tap the tip of your nose with her finger.

“Let’s not talk about the past, pretty girl.”

Her lips curved into an impish simper as she leant in to press a soft kiss against the shell of your ear, her pearly white gently nipping at the soft flesh before whispering in a sweet nothings tone.

“I’d much rather talk about the future.”

Rhea’s future was lit with neon lights, with roaring crowds, with triumph after triumph and every single part of that made you proud. She was a superstar and the world was finally seeing what she was worth.

A warm simper claimed your lips as you gave her palm another gentle squeeze, leaning your head back against her shoulder once more as you looked up at the stars that glistened across the moon lit sky.

“Your future shines so bright, Dems. You’re an idol for so many people. An inspiration to so many more. Your future couldn’t be better if you tried.”

A small chortle echoed from Rhea’s chest as she returned her gaze to the open ocean, her lips twitching into an almost childlike grin as she almost whispered the words.

“I can think of one way it could be better.”

A soft hum vibrated behind your smile as you shifted your gaze to peek over at her through thick lashes.

“Is that so? And what might that be?”

Rhea didn’t remove her gaze from the ocean— her full lashes not once blinking as she spoke, the tone in her voice as casual as they come.

“Seeing you more.”

Did she expect you to not react to that? Take her words as if it was a simple statement and not something as overwhelming as her wanting to spend more time with you. To actually see you again.

You had come to San Juan terrified that Rhea wouldn’t even want to see you and now here you were, at the end of your trip with her telling you she wanted to see you more.

Your lips twitch into an impish grin as you place one of your palms down against Rhea’s chest, your shimmering gaze dropped to meet her sapphire hues.

“— Really?”

You stammered slightly, removing your hand from Rhea’s chest and using your arms to lift yourself off the sand enough to rotate your entire frame round to face her head on.

Rhea couldn’t help the small laugh that broke through her lips as she watched you struggling to turn around before her, both her palms finding comfort on your shoulders as she tilts her head slightly.

“Yes really.”

Your heart rate increased slightly as Rhea’s words started to settle in, you’d dreamt of the day that you could be with her in a way that actually meant something. Having her in your life as a friend was acceptable, it meant you got to see her every now and then. But having her in your life permanently— it warmed your soul.

Rhea pressed her lips into a thin line as she gave your shoulders a tentative squeeze, unable to control the eat shit grin that forced itself across her features.

“What?”

You scoffed through a delicate laugh, twisting your head to press a kiss to the top of her hand as she held onto your shoulders. Your gaze returning to hers as you waited for her to speak.

The shimmering sapphire of Rhea’s gaze glistened in the moon light as you sat looking deep into each others eyes, your palm sliding over her thigh as you encouraged her to say something.

“Dems..”

You whispered, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Y/N, I like you. I like you a lot.”

She chortled softly, her palms moving from your shoulders to gently cup around your cheeks.

“You being here this weekend. It just— it feels like it was just meant to be. I’ve spent the last few weeks driving Dominik and Damian insane talking about you. Every conversation, I found a way to make about you.”

Rhea’s glimmering ocean hues stayed fixated on your features, the corners of your lips twitching into a warm smile as you leant into the comfort of her palm as she spoke.

“Having to leave LA.”

She exhaled softly, tracing the apple of your cheek with her thumb over and over.

“Without even getting to say goodbye. I just—”

Rhea’s words trailed off into silence as she exhaled another shallow breath and released her hold on your cheeks, her gaze dropping slightly before you slipped a singular finger under her chin to tilt it back up.

Rhea needed to know she wasn’t alone in this, that her feelings were reciprocated. Even though the idea terrified you— finally admitting to the feelings that you’d felt for so long, she deserved to know.

“I came here not knowing if you would even want to see me. I didn’t know what LA meant, or how you felt about it. For all I knew..”

Your gaze dropped, a shallow sign falling from your lips as you felt the softness of Rhea’s fingers cradle your chin and lift it back upward so she could look upon your features once more. Her head shaking gently before she cupped one of your cheeks again.

“For all you knew what? For all you knew it was just a booty call, that I was just using you to get some action.”

A small chortled vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she leant forward to place her forehead against your own, her lids fluttering closed as she inhaled a breath.

“I’m crazy about you, Y/N. I have been for a long time, but I though you just saw me as one of Liv’s colleagues.”

Your heart began to flutter as she spoke. Overwhelming excitement and instant panic battling in your subconscious as you focused on keeping your breathing level.

“Are you insane.”

You scoffed, a harmonious laugh following quickly after.

“From the moment I met you, it’s like you had this invisible hold on me. Like a string that tied us together, even when we were far apart. When ever I got to see Liv, she would always tell me stories about you. About the funny things you’d do and the mischief you’d start together. It often left me unable to stop thinking about you and that terrified me.”

Your heartbeat was beginning to pound in your ears, Rhea’s brow furrowing slightly against your own before she pulled back with concern.

“Terrified you?”

There was clear question in her tone, her glistening hues remaining locked with yours as you spoke.

“You’re Rhea Bloody Ripley, you’re terrifying.”

The soft bubble of laughter that parted Rhea’s lips echoed in your ears as she cupped both palms round your cheeks, her plush lips finding yours with a passion filled kiss. Her fingertips finding their way into you hair, gently pulling the electric that held your bun free from the mess of tendrils as they fell delicately to your shoulders.

Pulling back with heavy breath, Rhea beamed with happiness as she pressed another quick kiss to your lips.

“Do I still terrify you?”

Pushing the strands of hair back over your shoulders to let them fall down your back, Rhea kept a watchful eye on you.

“Yes.”

You state, quickly continuing before Rhea can comment.

“Yes you do, but in a whole new way.”

You could see the concern on Rhea’s features, her brow furrowing slightly as she dropped her hands into her lap.

“Demi Bennett, I’m terrified about you. About hurting you, about doing something that will break your heart. I’m terrified about making this real.”

You stop abruptly, pressing your lips into a flat line. You hadn’t actually confirmed anything and here you were assuming Rhea was yours.

Taking both Rhea’s palms in yours, you slowly trace your thumb over the tattooed lines on the top of her hand. Not meeting her gaze, but letting her know you were there.

“We don’t have to label this, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

Rhea exhaled a soft breath as she leant her forehead down against your own, her lids dropping closed as she released your hands to wrap her forearms around the back of your neck.

“I just know I need to keep seeing you. I can’t let you out of my life now that I’ve finally found out how happy you make me.”

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You’d found comfort laying back against Rhea’s chest as the two of you continued to watch the waves crash and fall against the sand, her muscular arms wrapped tightly around you to keep the soft ocean air from chilling your exposed skin.

You still couldn’t believe that she’d expressed an eager desire to see you after this weekend— it’s what you’d hoped for, but of course she didn’t know that. The thought of Rhea being in your life more was still so daunting, it wasn’t often you got to spend time with her and repeatedly found yourself wishing she would end up in New York so you had an excuse to see her. But now.. now she would be finding excuses to see you.

You tilted your cheek to rest it against Rhea’s chest, peeking up through thick lashes as she looked down at you with a warm smirk.

“Can I help you?”

Rhea questioned before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, her arms giving you a gentle squeeze as you inhale a breath.

“Are you tired?”

Your brow arched slightly as you attempted to hide the impish smirk that tugged at your lips, a sinful idea for some fun flashing through your mind.

“Not really.”

Rhea stated with questioning in her tone.

“Why, are you? We can go back to bed.”

Spinning yourself around to position yourself sat back on your legs, you peck a swift kiss against Rhea’s lips before placing a singular palm onto her chest and begin to push her back into the sand.

“Ooooor.”

The smirk upon your lips turns devilish as you hover yourself inches from Rhea’s features, pressing a gentle kiss upon her lips before trailing gentle nips along her jawline and slowly down the length of her neck.

A small hum vibrated in Rhea’s chest as her lids fell closed and her head rested back upon the towel you’d been sitting on, her palm sliding over your lower back to stop you from moving yourself away from her.

Rested on all fours, you continue to place heated kisses and gentle nips at the soft flesh of Rhea’s jugular. One of your palms slipping beneath the fabric of the small top that clung to her torso, your fingers cup around the perfect mound of her breast.

You’d spent the passing weeks thinking of your first time with Rhea. How euphoric she’d made you feel and how you’d hope to get a chance at making her feel the same way.

“Feeling a little wild, pretty girl?”

Rhea uttered, shifting her torso to rest up on her elbows. The tips of her fingers slowly began to dance up and down your spine as she exhaled a stammered breath, the sound of her swallowing causing a small smirk to tug at your lips as you whispered huskily against her ear.

“It’s my turn, Mami.”

Rhea’s lower lip rolled between her pearly whites as the heat of your breath warmed the shell of her ear, her fingertips dancing higher up your spine before slowly descending back down to cup her palm around the mound of your ass.

“Oh?”

She purred, nipping at the angle of your jawline as her palm shifting from your ass cheek to slide between your thighs. The tips of her fingers circling against the fabric of your shorts to tease at your core.

“So you think you’re in charge?”

You couldn’t help the soft whimper that claimed your lips as you pressed a few scattered kisses across the line of Rhea’s jaw, the palm that held her bare breast sliding under her torso to arch her closer to you.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Rhea would keep the control in this current situation, but you didn’t care— as long as you got to please her just like she had for you.

You hadn’t drawn your lips far from her ear, keeping your tone husky and seductive as you uttered against her skin

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

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itsrheasgirl · 11 months

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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 5

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader.

rhea x reader

rhea x liv x reader.

mentions of damian x reader.

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TW: coarse language, aggressive actions and mild violence, mionors read at own risk.

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SONG MENTIONED:

(The song rhea and reader dance to)

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She retains!

You were already on your feet, bouncing up and down at Raquel’s side as the referee held up Rhea’s arm to solidify her win. The smackdown women’s championship clasped tightly in her other palm as she acknowledged the roaring crowd.

“Aaaand stiiiiill!”

You screamed into Raquel’s face, a small laugh parting your lips as she took a small step back with a chuckle of her own. She could see the pride in your eyes and the excitement on your face, witnessing Rhea’s win brought out such a warm glow in you that Raquel couldn’t help the large grin that claimed her lips as she realized just how much Rhea actually meant to you.

Your gaze scanned quickly around the room before returning your attention to Raquel, your brow furrowing slightly when you realized what was missing.

“Wait.. Where’s Liv?”

Had she not come back?

Raquel’s palms rest down on your shoulders as your gaze flit around the room in panic, her voice quietly sounding in your eardrums as she pulled your focus to her.

“Y/N, hey.. I’ll find Liv..”

Raquel glanced over your shoulders, her lips twitching into a soft grin as she watched the small crowd form to greet Rhea. You should be greeting the woman you loved, showing her the congratulations she deserved and not worrying about Liv. She shouldn’t be your focus right now.

Raquel gave your shoulders a soft pat before jerking her head in the direction of the curtains where the champion was set to emerge from, swiftly turning you round to face the right way and gently pushing you forward.

“Go to her.”

“But..”

You utter, digging the soles of your shoes into the ground.

“I’ll find Liv, just go.”

Gently trapping at your back, Raquel whispered go go go as she encouraged you forward, remaining in place until she was sure you wouldn’t turn around.

As you got closer to the collection of people you paused in your tracks, glancing back over your shoulder in Raquel’s direction. Her lips curving into a soft smile as she shook her head, a gentle jerk of her chin causing you to turn back round just as the curtains parted.

You’d been in this situation before, having to stand by and watch as Rhea disappeared into a sea of people. Meeting her gaze as she tossed her hair back out of her face, you offer the warmest of smiles in Rhea’s direction— everything seeming all too familiar. Your gaze dropped, only for a few seconds but as you looked back up you’re met with an unexpected sight.

Rhea had already made her way through half the people waiting to congratulate her, showing all acknowledgment but not stopping to talk. Her sapphire hues hadn’t left you once as her lips twitched into a playful smirk. She was getting her moment with you and she didn’t care who saw.

“Hey superstar.”

Rhea’s tongue licked at her teeth as an eat shit grin claimed her lips, the last time you’d called her that and how that night transpired playing over in her head as her muscular forearms wrapped around your waist. The weight of her title cascading your spine as she lifted you up off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she held onto you.

“You’re a winner, baby.”

You whisper into Rhea’s neck, her throat vibrating as she laughed softly against your cheek. The delicate flutter of her lashes tickling against your skin as you relished in the few moments you had together.

“It’s all because of you.”

She uttered as she pulled back to look at you— her make up was half missing and her features red from exhaustion, but she still found the energy to be sickeningly sweet. Your brow arched as you cupped one of her cheeks, your legs dropping back down to the ground.

“Oh really?”

Your palm fell from Rhea’s cheek quickly— remembering where you were, who was watching. Poking a singular finger into the centre of Rhea’s chest, a coy smirk claimed your lips as you stare up at her through thick full lashes.

“Thinking of you...”

Rhea hummed, wrapping the fingers of her free palm slowly around your own.

“It makes me….”

Her lips parting to allow her tongue room to coax over her upper lip, her crystal gaze shimmering with dominance.

“Feisty.”

Playfully snapping her teeth in your direction, you pull your finger free from her hold to slap your palm down against her shoulder. She couldn’t be flirting with you like this around so many people. Suppressing your laugh as Rhea reacts in faux shock to your gentle slap, you reach up on to your tiptoes and lean in enough for your whisper to be heard.

“We can play later, Mami.”

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Leaning against the hotel bar you waited patiently for the rest of your group to arrive, under Bianca’s instruction you’d reluctantly agreed to join the champions on their night out. Everyone flew home tomorrow and it was your last chance to spend time with the girls for god knows how long, but part of you wanted something different.

Slender fingers wrapping around the stem of a champagne flute, you gently twirl the sparkling liquid round and round the glass as the sound of heavy footsteps approached behind you.

“Hey, kiddo.”

There was only one person in the world that called you kiddo— and as much as it bugged you, you still let him. Your lips twitching into a playful smile, you span round on your heels to face the gigantic male. Damian towered over you. Just like he did most of the people around the bar, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist as you beamed up at him.

“Hey, big guy.”

Catching the attention of the bartender, Damian ordered himself a drink before releasing you from his hold and taking a seat on an open barstool.

“So, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

A small laugh vibrates in your chest as you lean back against the bar top, craning your neck over to meet Damian’s gaze. The broad smile that claimed his lips had your brow arching slightly— bringing the champagne to your lips, you take a small sip.

“Did she tell you I was here?”

Your tongue swiped over your lower lip to catch a small bead of liquor as Damian chuckled, bringing his own glass up to his lips in order to knock back the amber liquid.

“It was Dom, actually.”

Of course it was.

“So you came all this way. Just to see her?”

Taking another sip from your glass, you flash Damian a weary look. You had no doubt in your mind he already knew all about you and Rhea— she’d told Dom enough for him to put the pieces together so why would he be any different.

“Something like that.”

You shot Damian a cheeky wink before downing the remainder of the sparkling liquid in your glass, placing the empty vessel down onto the bar top before pushing off the wood to stand upright. It couldn’t be much longer before the rest of your night out crew arrived right?

Damian chuckled. Motioning to the bartender with the wave of his finger, her ordered two shots of tequila before shifting his gaze back to you.

“Just try and keep it down this time.”

Your eyes widen in shock at the words that fell from Damian’s lips, the color of your cheeks flushing to a soft magenta as you collided your palms with your face.

“No.. nooo no no.. noo.”

You uttered into your palms, the embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave.

A throat chuckle echoed from Damian’s direction as his broad palm moved to pat gently against your shoulder, to embarrassed to look up you remain hidden in the safety of your hands.

“Don’t worry kiddo, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. It was only a matter of time.”

Peeking through your fingers at the comforting smile that claimed Damian’s lips, you gently lower your palms and try so desperately to act as nonchalant as possible.

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head gently as Damian continued to chuckle under his breath. It made your heart flutter at the idea of just how Rhea looked at you, if Damian had seen it then this had been happening for a while.

“But listen..”

Damian stated. His tone slightly more firm.

“Rhea is hard as nails, but Demi..”

You can see the passion flair behind Damian’s eyes as he spoke, the care he had for Rhea dominant in his voice as he spoke.

“Demi falls. So if this is just some fun for you and you hurt her.”

Your palms are immediately on Damian’s chest, your feet arching up on your tiptoes so you can gain some height in order for you to lower your voice.

“Damian—”

He cuts you off, his tone authoritative and stern.

“She’s like a sister to me, Y/N. I care about her and I won’t let you break her.”

You thump your fist gently against his chest.

“Will you let me finish.”

Damian chuckles, raising both his palms into the air in surrender. Inhaling a long breath, you nip at your lower lip. Your friends were finding out more about your relationship with Rhea this weekend than she knew herself. Flattening out your palm against Damian’s chest once more, you look straight up to meet his gaze.

“Damian, I love her.”

It was the first time you’d said it out loud. Actually heard the words in your own ears. You love her.

Damian’s features relaxed, his demeanor softening as he reached out to take the shot glass within his lengthy fingers, motioning for you to take the other.

“We’ll then, this one’s too Bennett.”

Your lips twitch into a coy smirk before joining him in this toast, clinking the glasses together before knocking down the fiery liquid. Holding back the cough you so desperately wished to expel, you place the glass back down onto the counter before placing your palm down on top of Damian’s upon the bar.

“I will never hurt her. I will never let anyone else hurt her. I promise.”

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“Make it three.”

You shouted to the bartender as you bounced up behind Rhea and Damian, a polite smile claiming your lips as you beamed up at the god like male before wrapping your arms around Rhea’s waist from behind, reaching up on your toes to rest your chin on her shoulder.

“How many has she had.”

Damian chortled as he stepped aside to allow you into the line, Rhea’s forearm instinctively wrapping around your hip to pull you closer to her.

“Surprisingly not that many.”

You chimed in, shifting your hip outward to bump against Damian’s before spinning on your nude pumps to face Rhea head on.

“Will you come dance with me now?”

The last time you’d been in this situation Rhea had to watch as a man drooled over you like a puppy, clinging to you as you’d rewarded him with a dance.

“Are we sure that’s a smart idea?”

You knew Rhea was right. Raquel had arrived at the bar alone and when you’d asked her about Liv she’d changed the subject, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make an appearance. It was stupid, but you weren’t going to let her get in the way of yet another moment, just because she had a problem with you and Rhea having a connection outside of her knowledge.

“Bianca and Iyo are out there, she can’t stop us from having fun. Just come dance.”

Resting your palm down against the exposed flesh of her hipbone, you lean into Rhea and whisper sensually against the shell of her ear.

“Please, Mami.”

A soft groan vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gripped her fingers around your wrist, spinning you round in one swift motion before tugging you into her chest.

“I will go with you, I do not dance.”

Winding your fingers with Rhea’s, you flash her an impish grin. Your free palm grasping the small glass of clear liquid the bartender had placed in front of you and knocking back the shot in one.

“We’ll see about that.”

Tugging Rhea forward, you blow Damian a chaste kiss before leading her off towards the dance floor. Your arrival with Rhea caused a loud cheer from her fellow wrestlers, a harmonious laugh parting your lips as you turned to face Rhea head on. Stretching up on your tiptoes to reach her ear you spoke loud enough for her to hear you over the music.

“You just need to loosen up, Dems. Relax..”

Nipping at the angle of her jaw playfully— you spin on your heels to press your back against her form, a soft hum parting your lips as Rhea leant down to press her lips against your temple.

“Dance with me.”

You called up to her, an eat shit grin claiming her kiss as you snaked you arm back around her neck to hold her lips against your skin.

“You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Rhea hummed against your temple as the DJ switched tracks— one of your favorite songs echoing throughout the nightclub, causing you to slowly move your hips back against her.

She wasn’t wrong. Every second you spent even remotely touching gave wondering eyes something to look at.

Keeping your hold secure around the back of Rhea’s neck, you roll your hips gently as they welcome the soft touch of her palms. Her fingers gripping at your exposed hipbones causing your head to press back against her chest. Her touch tingled at your skin, sending tremors up your spine as the two of you moved effortlessly with each other.

The dimly lit bar area was emptier than you’d expected for a Saturday night— most of the patrons packed onto the dance floor as the heavy bass echoed off the walls. You could barely see the table where Dom, Damian and Raquel sat, blissfully unaware of the conversation they shared.

“She said she wasn’t coming.”

Raquel called over the music, bringing her drink up to her lips as she refused to meet Damian’s gaze. The muscular male placed a singular digit on the edge of her glass, pushing it back down to the table before she could get a sip.

“Saying she’s not coming and actually not coming are two different things, Raquel. Where is she?”

No one had seen or heard from Liv since she’d disappeared earlier that day, no one except Raquel. Exhaling a long breath she finally lifted her gaze, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times before she spoke.

“I don’t know. The hotel… maybe?”

A gust of air parted Damian’s lips as he ran his palms through long tendrils, his gaze lowering to the table only briefly until the sound of Dominik’s voice called out in distress.

“Dude. Tenemos un problema.”

As Damian’s gaze rose, the three turned towards the door to witness it close behind a very aggravated Liv Morgan. The tiny blondes jaw was clenched as she scanned the dance floor. She knew you were here and she knew who you’d be with.

Damian was on his feet before the others could even react. Crossing the bar in just a few strides, he gripped his palm around Liv’s shoulder just as she’d found her prey.

“Wouldn’t recommend it kid.”

Liv’s gaze snaps up towards Damian as she slaps his arm away from her shoulder, the words falling from her lips like a vipers venom.

“This doesn’t fucking concern you, Damian. So back off, yeah?”

Liv’s head cocks as a snarky scoff parts her lips, her gaze remaining fixed on him as she takes a step past and out of his way. She came here to make you see sense and that’s what she intended to do.

You hadn’t noticed Liv’s arrival, nor did you witness her confrontation with Damian— too lost in the fire Rhea’s touch sent through your veins. It wasn’t until the crowd of people around you started to part like the Red Sea that you spotted her. You couldn’t hide, avoid being seen. Her shimmering hues already fixed on your location as she shoved past the bar patrons before you.

“Get behind me.”

Rhea’s voice was in your ear as her arm pushed you out of Liv’s path and behind her back, her muscular frame shielding you from the fiery blonde as she approached.

“I TRUSTED YOU!”

Liv screamed as she squared up to Rhea with fire in her eyes, her palms slamming against Rhea’s chest with enough force that the taller female stumbled slightly.

“I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU.”

She shoved at Rhea’s chest again. The commotion catching the attention of everyone around as Liv continued to scream.

“YOU’RE A SNAKE. YOU POISONED HER.”

You couldn’t see what was going on, every time you moved to try and catch Liv’s gaze Rhea moved with you. She was determined to keep the two of you apart, unsure of just what Liv might do.

“What are you talking about.”

Rhea chortled, her gaze shifted to Bianca who had made her way to Liv’s side, exchanging a glance without words to the taller female Bianca grasped at Liv’s hand as she went in for another jab at Rhea’s chest.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME BIANCA, THIS ISN’T YOUR FIGHT.”

Rhea scoffed, glancing over the top of the feisty female to witness Damian and Dom enter the crowd. Liv couldn’t be serious, she wasn’t going to fight her in such a public space was she.

“Fight… please! A little munchkin like you, you don’t stand a chance.”

It was dangerous of Rhea to egg Liv on when she was this wound up, the tiny female never turned down a fight and Rhea’s cockiness more often than not got her in trouble.

“Demi don’t.”

Your hand grasped at the back of Rhea’s shirt, desperate for her to turn around and look at you. If you could just talk one of them down maybe you could solve this without any more shouting. Turning her head back to look at your petite frame over her shoulder, Rhea sighed as she caught a sight of your doe like hues begging her to stop.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. I can handle her.”

Rhea would soon come to regret those words. As she turned her features back to meet the angry little human, the air is knocked from her lungs as the hard surface of Liv’s balled fist collides with her jaw, causing Rhea to keel over in pain.

Your reaction time was faster than most, your slender figure sliding in between Liv and Rhea as Liv went in for another strike.

“GINNY, STOP IT!”

Keeping your gaze locked with Liv’s for a few moments— your lids not once blinking, eventually you turn to Rhea’s aid. Your palms cupping her cheeks to gently make her to look at you, your gaze searching her features for any sign of blood or bruising.

“Demi… hey, look at me.”

You could see the shock and rage that burn simultaneously behind Rhea’s eyes, her palm wiggling her jaw slightly as she began to stand up straight. You couldn’t let this continue, no one deserved to get hurt over you. Relieved to see Damian as he began to help Rhea to her feet, you spun on your heels with the intention to end this.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

You snapped.

“She knows what she’s done, stupid bitch.”

Liv spat, glaring over your shoulder as Dom held Rhea back. Her lips twisting into a malicious grin as she jerked herself in the direction of the judgement day.

“What’s a matter tough guy, worried I might hurt your precious Mami.”

You could feel the anger boil in your chest, the disrespect Liv was showing towards not only Rhea but her friends was more than you were willing to take.

“You know what Ginny, fuck you. Fuck your temper tantrums, fuck your mood swings, fuck your jealousy. You are not a child, if you’ve got a problem with Rhea and I being friends then just fucking tell me. I’m sick of this!”

You could sense Damian as he moves to stand behind you, Liv’s gaze flitting back and forth between the two of you as she scoffed a laugh.

“Friends… please. You’re still trying to convince me that your just FRIENDS.”

Your arm darted out to stop Damian as he attempts to intervene.

“It doesn’t matter Ginny, non of it fucking matters. My relationship is non of your god damn business, so believe whatever the fuck you want. I can’t deal with this anymore, I’m DONE!”

Taking a step back toward Rhea and Dom, you inhale a shallow breath— who knew this is how it would end.

Wrapping your forearm around Rhea’s waist, you curl into her chest as she envelopes you in her hold. Damian and Dom parting the crowd to allow the two of you space to leave the dance floor, you glance back at Liv for only a second before leaving her alone in a sea of judging eyes.

“I’m sorry, Dems. I’m so sorry.”

You whispered to Rhea as you remained curled into her side, crossing the nightclub towards the exit with Dom and Damian leading the way. You just wanted to go back to the hotel, to take care of Rhea and forget all about Liv’s actions.

But Liv had other plans.

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