Prologue

"Mmmmm baby you were amazing as always." Summer Rae pulled down her gold thigh grazing dress. She perched her hands on his muscular shoulders and leaned closer to his ear. "I'm always down for round two later on tonight," she whispered seductively in his ear.

Roman Reigns shrugged the diva off of his shoulder as he slipped his penis back into his black boxer briefs, pulling his cargo pants up with his underwear.

"Maybe," he grumbled as he zipped up his pants. He opened the door of the utility closet that Summer Rae pulled him into after his match and walked away.

As Roman walked back to his locker room, he cursed himself silently. Another stupid ass decision due to his dick having a mind of its own. He didn't understand why he continued to mess with Summer Rae when he knew that he had no interest in her whatsoever.

Roman didn't even remember exactly when he started messing with Summer Rae. Must've been at the urging of his two best friends, Seth & Dean, because otherwise he wouldn't even have given her the time of day. But now here he was involved with her, trying to hatch a plan to remove her from his life.

Ever since he was called up to the main roster of the WWE, he had his fair share of quick flings with a few of the divas backstage. But where most of them got the hint when he stopped texting them, Summer Rae didn't let his lack of communication deter her. She always found a way to slither back in and instead of standing up and saying no, he allowed himself to fall victim to her seductive trance time and time again.

Any other wrestler would've been happy to be the object of Summer Rae's affection, but Roman wasn't one of those men. While she was very attractive and comfortable with her sexuality, there wasn't any substance to her. Nothing about her intrigued Roman. She couldn't hold a decent conversation. She simply bored him. All she talked about was how pretty she was and how hot of a couple the two of them could be.

Roman scoffed. Like that would ever happen.

As Roman got older, he began to realize that he was growing tired of the flings. While he was known on TV as being the enforcer of The Shield, he was known backstage as being a heartthrob because of his sexual conquests. And to be honest, he was tired of being strictly associated with both monikers. There was much more to him than people knew but he kept it to himself because he felt that he hadn't found the woman to reveal his true self to that wouldn't judge him. He was constantly looking for that type of woman but instead he kept finding women like Summer Rae.

Just once, Roman wanted to find a woman that had some type of substance and intrigue.

Alyssa Stewart rolled her dark brown eyes as she held the phone to her ear, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. "So exactly what do you expect me to do?" she asked the person on the other end as she walked down the arena hallway. "Well excuse me if I have to make a living and I'm always traveling. Why would I come there anyway because all we're going to do is argue." Alyssa shook her head as the person on the other line started to yell at her. "Well look when I get some time I'll think about coming home Mama. Hopefully by then your attitude about what I do with my life will have changed."

She forcefully pressed the end call button on her iPhone and sighed again, a sharp throbbing pain traveling across her forehead. She mentally kicked herself in the ass for even answering the phone when her caller id alerted her that it was her nagging mother calling her. But silly her for thinking that the two of them could have a civil conversation. Like that would ever happen.

"Now I need a drink," Alyssa mumbled to herself. She ran through a mental checklist of all of the tasks she needed to do before she could leave and endure the mundane burden of driving back to Tampa that night. After her stressful task of making sure that all the WWE Divas' makeup was camera ready for the Smackdown taping, Alyssa was going to reward herself with a few glasses of Hennessy.

At 27 years old, Alyssa should've been having the time of her life. She was a makeup artist & hairstylist for the WWE, a product that she had been a fan of since her younger years. As a major perk of the job, she got to travel to different places that she never dreamed she would be able to see while growing up on the West side of Chicago. She got to work with her best friends, Naomi & Cameron, also known as The Funkadactyls. The money was good, she loved what she did, and she had two great friends. So her life should've been good.

But it really wasn't.

Behind the facade that she displayed at work, lay a shattered woman in the process of putting her life back together. The fact that she had the perfect job was the only good thing that happened to her after her entire world imploded. Then she had to deal with the fact that her family didn't understand why she was working such a meaningless job and never made time for them. And she didn't understand why they just couldn't support her career and be happy for her. It was a constant struggle that had popped up ever since she made the decision that she was dropping out of college to pursue a career in cosmetology. They chided her for her decision and immediately discontinued offering her monetary or emotional support, therefore making her have to support herself at the age of 19. It was hard at first but she managed. And for once, she thought that her relationship with her family could be salvaged once she received life changing news.

But that repair job was prematurely ended as soon as it began. And now she was back to where she began at 19: on her own, supporting herself, and at odds with her family over the decisions that she made.

Alyssa exhaled softly as she pulled out her iPhone preparing to send a text to Naomi and Cameron asking if they wanted to get a drink once she got back to Tampa. As she looked down at her phone, she collided into a a muscular body. Alyssa stumbled backwards from the impact, almost falling on her ass when a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist saving her from the fall.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed as she gathered herself. She glanced at the hand that was still holding her wrist before her eyes reached the person's face to see Roman Reigns standing before her. She cleared her throat nervously making him release her wrist from his grasp. "Sorry. I shouldn't text and walk at the same time I see."

Roman pursed his lips and nodded his head. "It's cool," he replied evenly sending a nervous chill over Alyssa's body.

She blushed slightly as her and Roman stood there awkwardly, both unable to move. Her eyes traveled over his entire body habitually before returning to his face to see his eyes staring at her intently, a tiny smirk on his face. "What are you smirking at?" she asked briskly.

Roman shook his head, his wet locks moving from side to side. "Nothing," he simply said before he moved past her, his shoulder lightly grazing her arm.

Alyssa glanced over her shoulder at his retreating form, her eyebrow raising inquisitively before she shook her head again and walked away.