And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 83 - Have Fun In Rehab

I opened the Twitter to 9,753 notifications. And a beating heart.

Scrolling through the feed, I saw many people had reposted that picture of me with Rheas hand on my cheek. People, especially her fans knew it was her without a doubt, just by her tattoos.

The interest was going crazy. Multiple news outlets had posted about it. I laughed reading a few jealous comments, making Rhea eye me off from the drivers side of the car. "What are you laughing about?" She asked snappily.

I shrugged. "Just Twitter."

I found a few posts that mentioned Ricochet, how they were confused and thought we were together. I quickly went past those ones.

Majority of the comments were supportive, and a few people even reposted things between Rhea and I they could see on tv for the past few weeks. Ways she'd look to me or things we'd do together. It seems they were connecting dots. It was cute.

I liked a few nice comments, even retweeted one from Becky that she commented beneath the picture. "@SethRollinsWWE Take me here."

We got to the arena, and Rhea quickly had a meeting to get to with Dom, Damien and Finn. Rhea tried to bring me along but I claimed I was fine and would just go find Becky to talk to.

That's when she cursed and grabbed my hand, dragging me along with her to the meeting. Luckily, they understood and no one said anything about the girl that took gunshot at her job but didn't threaten to sue them.

The whole of The Judgment Day would be heading to NXT tomorrow, and then for a while after that too. So that mean extra travel. Luckily, it was close to home.

I think they had big plans for Dom, and I was really happy for him. He's been improving so much and deserves it.

I was sat beside Rhea with my legs crossed, and she held my hand in her lap safely. She was listening to them talk about the show tonight, but Rheas body was giving me all of her attention. One of her hands was rubbing circles on my wrist, and the other was playing with a finger on my hand. It was very distracting, I was hardly listening.

Afterwards, Rhea was getting her makeup done nearby me backstage. I was just on my phone, hardly paying attention to the chaos working around me.

"Flo?" I looked up at the mention of my name to Trevor in front of me.

"Oh, hi." I got out, looking to Rhea maybe 10 steps away. The artist was doing her lipstick, so she had both eyes completely glued to me and Trevor. Just by her eyes, she did not look happy. But she didn't get up, she was going to let me handle this. "Sit down." I sat back down in my spot, wanting to talk to him in a public space.

"TREVOR!" Someone angrily shouted nearby, stomping towards us. I gasped when Logan shoved Trevor into the wall beside us, pushing his hand on his chest. "What the fuck was that at money in the bank huh? Are you fucking right, hitting me, tackling me? What the fuck?!" Logan was pissed.

I was pulled away and saw it was Damien who moved me away, soft hand on my arm. Then I felt Rhea come beside me, pulling me beside her. We watched the commotion before us.

Trevor tried to push Logan's hands away. "You fuckin' deserved it for accepting that fucking bribe with Flo!" He shouted.

I looked down, hating that this was about me. Rhea put a hand on my head, rubbing my scalp comfortably.