- Sweet Escape ᰔᩚ

A/N: hey friends! <3

first off, did any of you watch wargames? because holy moly...WHAT a match for our boys! my favorite part was definitely jimmy's splash from up top. hopefully this is just the start of a huge push for him because he deserves it and so much more! 🥹

also, can we talk about jey of all people being attacked anonymously this past monday?! my money is on #that snake drew mcintyre, but i've seen some conspiracies about it being other people and honestly...i think i've grown about 8 gray hairs since it happened! 😩

alrighty that's all from me — enjoy! 🫶🏼

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I climb off of him and lay flat on my back, breathing heavily thanks to tonight's thrilling events.

As I turn around to face him, he's already gotten up and started getting dressed.

I sit up and run my a hand through my curls before taking a deep breath and breaking the silence.

"Josh?" I call quietly, my voice just above a whisper.

He looks up from zipping his jeans.

As I open my mouth to respond, his phone rings.

He picks it up off my nightstand and sighs, throwing his head back when he sees the contact name: T ❤️

"Hey baby," he greets his wife.

I let out a deep but quiet sigh, and lay back on my pillow.

For context, my co-worker Josh — better known as Jey Uso — and I have been sneaking around and sleeping together for a little over a month now.

He and his wife have been going through some issues, as most couples that are together for 15+ years do, and he's been using me as an escape.

Every Monday and Friday night, after a live Raw or SmackDown taping, he'll come back to my hotel room and we fuck the life out of each other.

It's a great time but, I can't lie, I've been catching some heavy feelings recently.

Which I know kinda defeats the whole purpose of sleeping with a married man, but I can't help it.

And you'd think that confessing my feelings for someone that's going through relationship issues would be easy, but it's the exact opposite.

Usually I try to ignore them but, whenever a sense of bravery comes around, things get in the way.

I know he cares about me, but not nearly enough to separate his marriage so that we can be together.

I just want to be with him. For him to love me the same way I love him. To have him all to myself.

"Aight love you too," he says, before hanging up the call and placing his phone back down.

Silence falls over the room for about a minute or two before he speaks up again.

"You were saying?" he asks, pulling his shirt over his head.

I shake my head, looking down and fiddling with my fingers. "Forget it."

"Hey don't be like that," he replies, spraying lots of cologne all over himself to mask my scent on his clothes. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I exclaim, still looking down.

"Aight," he replies, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Whenever you wanna tell me, I'm here."

I look up and nod, giving him a fake smile.

He leans in to kiss my lips but I turn my head so that it's my cheek instead.

A look of confusion comes over him. "You sure you're good?"

He always kisses me goodbye, and it hurts knowing it means nothing.

But tonight feels different. A different type of hurt.

I nod again, looking back down. "You should get going. Don't want to get caught."

He looks at me for a moment longer before nodding and getting up to leave, then closing the door behind him.

I sigh and lean back on my headboard, looking up at the ceiling.

I bite my lower lip as tears form and a single one rolls down my cheek.

I just wish he was all mine.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm and immediately stop it, before laying my head back down on the pillow.

Today is media day for the entire WWE / NXT roster.

We have these every few months, just so the media team can stay up to date with posters for matches and PLEs.

The SmackDown roster is scheduled for 12pm this afternoon, and just my luck, Josh will be there.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when my phone chimes.

I look over at my nightstand and my heart drops when I read the text that came through.

Josh 🫶🏽: Morning ma Josh 🫶🏽: Need a ride to work?

I let out a deep sigh and pick up my phone, slowly open the iMessage app and contemplate what to say.

I don't know if I can be around him. Not after last night anyway.

Gianna (Work): Morning Josh. It's alright I'll take an Uber. Thanks for the offer though.

Josh 🫶🏽: Nonsense babyJosh 🫶🏽: I'll pick you up around 11:30 Josh 🫶🏽: That sound good?

I chew on my bottom lip before responding.

Gianna (Work): Alright that's fine. Thank you. 🫶🏽

Josh 🫶🏽: Gotchu ❤️❤️

I stare at his reply for a little while — if only the hearts actually meant something.

Shaking my own thoughts out of my head, I get up, stretch, find an outfit, and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

I ended up going with a baby blue matching zip up and sweatpants set, my UGG slippers, and a blue purse.

Cute, comfy, and easy to get out of when I need to change into my gear. Perfect.

To finish off the look, I fix my hair into a messy bun and throw on some of my go-to jewelry.

A couple minutes later, I get another text.

Josh 🫶🏽: I'm outside

I take a deep breath, make sure that I have everything, head out, and lock my room behind me.

"Morning babygirl," Josh coos when I enter his SUV, sliding into the passenger seat.

I turn to him and softly smile at the nickname. "Morning, Josh."

He leans over and kisses my cheek.

"You look cute," he compliments, starting up the engine again and pulling away from the curb.

I blush lightly. "Thank you."

He stops at a red light and turns to me, to which I try to avoid his gaze by looking out the window.

"Hey," he says softly, placing a hand on my thigh. "You alright?"

No. You, sir, are playing with my feelings.

"Mhm," I reply quietly. "I'm good."

He studies my body language for a second. "You sure? Cause last night you pulled away from my kiss. And now you can't even look at me."

I look down and fiddle with one of my rings.

He pulls up my chin gently. "What's going on, baby? Talk to me."

I shake my head, doing my very best to hold back tears. "Can we not do this right now?"

A look of confusion comes over his face. "Do what?"

I let out a deep sigh and pull away from his touch, leaning my head back against the headrest. "Forget it."

As if the Gods are helping me out, the streetlight turns green.

He continues driving and, this time, never removes his hand from my thigh.

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** Josh's POV **

"Earth to uce!" my brother yells, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I shake my head quickly and hold out my hand. "Oh hey. What's up, Jon?"

He gives me a look of confusion and leaves me hanging for a second before accepting my handshake. "You alright, bro? You seem....distracted."

"All good man," I lie, running a hand down my face and smoothing out my beard. "Just tired that's all."

But that couldn't be more untrue.

I've been thinking a lot — a lot about Gianna that is.

We've been fucking on the low for a good month now and, while we both agreed to just mess around for fun and as a distraction for me, she's been acting weird lately.

And the only thing I can think of is that she's backing out. As in, she doesn't wanna do this anymore.

I just can't seem to figure out why.

Last night was perfect.

Jon shakes his head. "I've known you my entire life, uce. I know when something's eating at you."

I take a deep breath and rub my temples.

"Come on bro," he continues. "Maybe I can help? You know I care about you, dawg."

"Aight man," I reply, finally giving in. "Let's go talk somewhere else. I don't need any nosy bodies in this company listening."

He snickers and nods in agreement, before we both walk off.

"So what's this all about?" Jon asks, sitting down on one of the sofas in our and Roman's locker room.

I take a deep breath and sit down, resting my arms on my knees.

"So," I begin. "You know how me and T have been going through it lately."

He nods. "Yeah, of course. Did something happen?"

I bite my bottom lip gently and think for a minute. "Sort of...?"

He tilts his head and gives me a confused look. "Stop beating around the bush, uce. Just say it."

I look down and fiddle with my fingers. "I've been sleeping with Gianna as a distraction."

He narrows his eyes and thinks for a minute before responding. "Gianna? Gianna Nicole? Trin's friend?"

I nod. "Yeah, uce. She agreed to keep it on the low a month or so ago and we've been sneaking around since."

He places his head in his hands and runs them down his face. "Josh, what the fuck?"

"And I think she wants to stop," I continue, fixing my chain. "She's been acting mad weird since last night."

"And you don't think that's the right thing to do?" he suggests. "Does T even know that you're not willing to work shit out? A real man don't do this shit, uce."

I narrow my eyes at him. "A real man? Whose side are you even on right now?"

He holds up his hands. "You know I'll always be in your corner, uce. But you need to fix this shit. Either break things off with T or stop seeing Gianna. You're fucking with both of their heads."

He's right. I know he is.

I close my eyes and nod slowly.

"And you said Gi has been acting weird?" he continues. "Have you ever thought that she's distancing herself from you because this has all become a mental thing?"

I raise an eyebrow. "A mental thing?"

"Uce," he replies, touching his temples. "You're sleeping with the girl damn near every night. Do you not think she's gonna catch feelings for you sooner or later?"

Holy shit. Is that why she's running from me?

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.

Jon nods and claps me on the back. "Do what you gotta do, uce."

I watch as he walks out of the locker room and shuts the door behind him.

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** Gianna's POV **

This is the first Friday in nearly two months that I haven't spent with Josh.

Paul didn't need me for any matches, promos, nor segments tonight, so I decided to spend the night at home with some self care.

I just finished a steaming hot everything shower, which felt amazing considering I would've been sweaty in a wrestling ring right now otherwise.

And afterwards, I changed into my favorite robe from Victoria's Secret.

As I'm in the mirror applying my face mask, my phone rings.

I look down at the counter and see the contact name: Josh 🫶🏽 appear on my screen.

Nope. I'm not letting anything, especially drama, ruin tonight for me.

Once the face mask is fully applied, dried, and washed off, I finish up in the bathroom and head downstairs to order some Chinese takeout.

As I'm about to dial the number, my doorbell rings.

I sigh and slide into my bedroom slippers before answering it.

Once the door opens, my jaw practically drops at the sight I'm brought with.

"Special delivery," Josh says, holding a bouquet of colorful tulips in one hand and food from the same Chinese restaurant that I was about to order from in the other.

I give him a look of confusion before he speaks up again.

"Can I come in?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice.

I let out another sigh before stepping aside and closing the door behind him.

Probably not my finest moment, but I am curious to see what he has to say.

"Josh if you're here to try and get me to have se-" he cuts me off before I can finish.

"Aht aht," he stops me, setting the food and flowers down on the kitchen island and turning to me. "I'm not here for allat."

I fold my arms across my chest. "Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your wife?"

He takes a deep breath before walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I flinch at his touch but don't pull away.

"Baby," he begins, looking me dead in the eyes. "I ended things with her."

Instead of letting my jaw drop, my lips partly open. "What are you talking about?"

"I did some venting to my brother when we got to the arena on Tuesday," he explains. "He made me realize that I was taking advantage of you. Baby, I never meant to hurt you or get in your head. It took me a while to realize this, but I want you. I want only you. When I'm with you, I'm the happiest. This entire time, I was worried about hurting my ex. When really, I was only hurting you."

I just stand there, an emotionless expression on my face.

I don't know what to say. Or how to say it.

"So," he begins again, turning back to the island and breaking the silence. "I got these for you. From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me."

He holds out the bouquet to me.

I take a deep breath before gently taking them from his hands and smelling a flower.

"Thank you," I reply, my voice just above a whisper. "I forgive you."

His eyes widen and a gorgeous smile appears on his face. "You do?"

I bite my bottom lip gently and nod. "You hurt me, Josh. Bad."

He strokes my face. "I know ba-"

"But," I continue, cutting him off. "I want to believe you. I love you more than anything. I have since this entire mess started."

He breathes a sigh of relief and flashes me a soft but gorgeous smile. "I love you too, mama. I just hate that it took me so long to realize it."

I transfer the bouquet to one hand and run my fingers through his curls with the other. "Well, you know what they say. Good things come to those who wait."

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Babe you sound like a fortune cookie."

I drop my jaw as if I'm offended and he chuckles, nuzzling his face into my neck and giving me kisses.

"Speaking of fortune cookies," I exclaim, looking over at the bag of food he brought me. "I'm starving."

"Oh right," he replies and turns around to open the bag. "I almost forgot."

I shake my head and giggle.

As he's setting up the food, I walk into the kitchen and grab a vase from the windowsill, fill it up halfway with water, and put the flowers in.

"You like them?" Josh coos from behind me, his muscular arms wrapped around my waist.

I nod, turning to face him. "I love them. Thank you."

He smiles and leans in, pressing our lips together.

I automatically kiss back and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Look atchu finally kissing me back," he teases and does a goofy dance.

We share a laugh and a few more kisses before heading back over to the island and eating together.

A couple minutes later, he runs to the bathroom and I use the opportunity to text a little someone.

Jon Fatu 🫂: Thank you 🤍

Gianna Nicole: You're welcome lil sis ❤️

The end! <3

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