Chapter 1: The Unexpected Invitation
I’m Rem, the new guy on the block, fresh off my debut in the wrestling world. The adrenaline of the ring still pumps through my veins as I stand backstage, sweat dripping down my forehead, catching my breath after a brutal match. That’s when I see her—Liv Morgan. She’s a vision, all confidence and curves, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass as she saunters over. Her cropped top clings to her toned frame, and those tight jeans hug her hips in a way that makes my pulse race.
‘Not bad for a rookie,’ she says, her voice a teasing purr, blue eyes glinting with mischief. ‘You’ve got moves, Rem. But can you keep up outside the ring?’
I grin, wiping the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand. ‘Try me, Liv. I’m full of surprises.’
She laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends a jolt straight to my core. ‘Oh, I bet you are. How about you swing by my place tonight? I’ve got a bottle of whiskey with your name on it. Let’s see if you can handle a real challenge.’
I raise an eyebrow, playing it cool even as my heart thunders. ‘Whiskey and a challenge? I’m in. Just don’t cry when I drink you under the table.’
‘Big talk for a newbie,’ she fires back, stepping closer, her scent—vanilla and something wild—hitting me like a punch. ‘I’ll text you the address. Don’t keep me waiting, Rem.’
Hours later, I’m at her place, a sleek modern house tucked away from prying eyes. The living room is dimly lit, all soft shadows and warm amber from the whiskey bottle on the coffee table. Liv’s changed into a black silk robe that barely skims her thighs, her toned legs on full display. I can’t help but notice the hint of a trimmed bush peeking through the gap in the fabric as she crosses her legs, pouring us both a glass.
‘So, Rem,’ she starts, handing me the drink, her fingers brushing mine with intent. ‘You’ve got the whole strong, silent type down. But I’m curious—what’s under all that bravado?’
I take a sip, the burn of the whiskey matching the heat building in me. ‘Keep poking, Liv, and you might find out. I don’t play small.’
Her eyes narrow, a wicked smile curling her lips. ‘Oh, I don’t do small either. Let’s cut the bullshit. I saw the way you looked at me backstage. You want this as bad as I do.’
She’s not wrong. My blood’s already rushing south, and I shift in my seat, trying to play it off. ‘You’re not shy, are you? Fine. Let’s see if you can handle what I’ve got.’
Liv leans forward, her robe slipping just enough to show the curve of her chest. ‘Try me, rookie. I’m not easily impressed.’
I stand, the tension crackling between us, and tug off my shirt, revealing the hard lines of my chest. Her gaze drops, hungry, as I step closer. ‘Last chance to back out, Liv.’
She scoffs, rising to meet me, her hands bold as they trail down my abs. ‘Back out? Please. I’m just getting started.’
Our lips crash together, all heat and urgency, her tongue demanding as much as mine. My hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against me, and I can feel the warmth of her through that thin silk. She’s fierce, not giving an inch, her nails digging into my shoulders as we stumble toward the couch. I’m already half-hard, the bulge in my jeans impossible to hide, and she notices, pulling back with a gasp.
‘Holy shit, Rem,’ she breathes, her eyes wide as she glances down. ‘What the hell are you packing? That thing’s as thick as a damn Red Bull can and it’s not even...’
I smirk, popping the button on my jeans, letting them fall just enough for her to see. ‘Wait ‘til you see it unleashed, sweetheart.’
Her jaw drops, and I know she’s in for a shock. This is just the beginning, and I can already tell tonight’s going to be explosive.
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