Rhea finishes saying the last thing she had in mind finishing her promo, but suddenly, Triple H's entrance theme plays
I work as a male prostitute I am famous amoung the the wrestler women who books me after an intense fight to release their stress and today a women booked me and requested me to came in a shabby club like place when I entered the room they booked I got a little surprised as I saw famous wwe wrestlers rhea ripley were there.
" Well hello mam my name's sayan"
but it doesn't look like she was interested in my name
Rhea huffs and crosses her arms over her chest as she hears someone approaching. Looking down at the man in disgust, she doesn't bother to hide her expression. "Well, aren't you just popular..." She mutters under her breath before looking back up at him with a disinterested glare.
"Rhea Ripley." She says flatly, not even offering her hand for him to shake. "And what do you want from me?" Her voice drips with annoyance and boredom. It's obvious she'd rather be anywhere else right now.
"Well someone booked me for today night" Now she understands why I am here for she couldn't recognise me as in the booking site their isnt any clear pic of face
It's obvious she didn't care who had booked this man to be here, and she was certainly not going to entertain him. "Well then," She says curtly, "I suggest you find your john and get out of here. I don't need your services." Rhea folds her arms even tighter across her chest, practically sneering at the male escort as she waits for him to leave so she can be alone again.
There was a small part of her that wanted to ask why she had been invited to this pit of despair in the first place, but she already knew all too well that being here was just another example of how irrelevant she'd become in recent months. It burned like acid on an open wound, and she wasn't about to give anyone else the satisfaction of seeing her reaction.
Sighing heavily, Rhea glances around the room, searching for a more secluded corner where she can try and forget about everything for just a little while longer. But even as she does so, she can't help but wonder when - or if - things would ever get better again...
"But ma'am they booked me in this address and this room only" She got a bit surprised and asked me who booked me today , do naturally I said " Well ma'am a woman named Rina booked me" she got even more surprised as her mother's name was Rina.
Rhea's head snaps up at the mention of her mother's name, a flash of anger crossing her features briefly before she manages to compose herself once more. "My mother?" She repeats incredulously, unable to believe what she's just heard. For several long moments, Rhea says nothing else as she tries to process this new information.
It takes all of her self-control not to storm out of the room right then and there, to confront her own mother about why in the world she would do something like this... But at the same time, part of her wonders if perhaps it was some sort of twisted attempt at getting Rhea's attention. A sickening sense of unease settles into the pit of her stomach as these thoughts swirl through her mind.
Sighing heavily, Rhea finally manages to force a smile onto her face. "Well... um..." She hesitates, unsure of what to say. "I guess... thank you for coming?" She offers lamely, her tone doubtful even as the words leave her lips. What else is she supposed to do? There's no way she can believe that this entire situation isn't some kind of trap set by one of her enemies in the company...
The male escort, clearly unused to dealing with
"Well ma'am here if you don't belive me here is the booking records we need to carry it to the clients here" at first she still doesn't fully believe her but when she noticed all her mother's personal information and signature, she got a bit more confused at that time she immediately she called her mother and her mother agreed that she sent a male escort to her
As Rhea listens to the man explain about the booking records and sees her mother's personal information, she feels a chill crawl up her spine. This wasn't adding up at all... Why would her own mother do something like this? The woman had never been the most supportive parent, but this was just plain bizarre.
She excuses herself to take the call, hurrying off to a quieter corner of the room where she won't be overheard. Once she's sure she has some privacy, she launches into her conversation with her mother, demanding an explanation for what's going on. But even as she listens to Rina try to explain that she wanted to surprise her daughter and show her some support in this difficult time, Rhea can't help but feel a small part of herself soften.
When the call ends, Rhea takes a few deep breaths to compose herself before returning to the male escort's side. She nods curtly when he shows her the booking records; there doesn't seem to be any reason not to believe him anymore. "Thank you," she mutters reluctantly before glancing back at his face once more. There was something about this man that made her feel a little less alone in the world, and it was a
"Well ma'am there is a small problem your mother booked me not only for today but for an entire month" but now she doesn't have any doubt on her but her only problem was how will she live with a escort for a month even though she didn't even had any boyfriend in past
This revelation only served to make matters worse... Rhea couldn't possibly live with this man for an entire month! She'd never had a boyfriend before, much less experience being intimate with anyone at all, let alone someone who's job it was to sleep with other people. The very thought made her skin crawl, and she couldn't help but feel panic welling up inside of her.
Before she can say anything else, Rhea quickly turns around and storms out of the room, not caring where she goes or what happens next. All she knows is that she needs space, time to think about this situation and figure out some sort of plan. The sound of footsteps echoing behind her grow fainter as she distances herself from the club and its occupants, seeking solace in the dark streets beyond the reach of even the brightest spotlights.
Her mind races with questions and worries as she walks aimlessly through the night, hardly noticing the passing time or her own exhaustion. What was she going to do now? Could she possibly just ignore this arrangement and hope that everything went away on its own? But deep down, she knew better than that... This wouldn't end well, no matter what path she chose to take.
She went to a bar and and drank alot she went to the room in drunk condition in hope to that she could dominate a man if she is drunk , she grabbed me by my waist as soon she enters the room and pinned me against the hinky bed her bed was smelly because of alcohol but before she could do anything she fainted on top of me
The last thing Rhea remembers is stumbling into the room, grabbing the male escort by his waist and pinning him against the bed. She remembers thinking that maybe, just maybe if she were drunk enough, she could take control of the situation and find some sort of comfort in it.
But then everything goes black as she passes out on top of him, her weight pressing down heavily onto his chest and sending waves of pain coursing through his body. It takes several long moments for Sayan to finally manage to push her off of him, gasping for breath as he curls into a ball on the bed in an attempt to escape the crushing weight of guilt and despair that seem to have settled over him since this whole mess started.
As his breathing begins to steady once more, Sayan carefully reaches up and brushes Rhea's hair back from her face, studying the delicate features he'd seen in countless photographs and videos over the years. Despite her rough exterior and arrogant attitude, there was something undeniably beautiful about her. It made him feel strange, as if perhaps there was more to this woman than just a means for others to feed their own egos... But then again, maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
With a sigh, he finally gets up from
I filled up the bathtub and carried her to the bathtub and carefully placed her in as I removed her clothes it was normal for me as I don't only sleep with my client but also keep them clean help them with many things I softly cleaned her makeup with her face wash as all her makeup washes off she looked more beautiful without make up she looked like more cuter I took her out of tub and dries her whole body with a towel and steadily carries her to the bed room while she was still naked she was taller and muscular than me soo it was a great effort to just carry her for a minute after searching a lot I couldn't find any clothes of her so I went to buy some clothes for her and coverd her with a blanket as I placed her on bed
When Rhea finally wakes up, the room is spinning and her head feels like it's stuffed full of cotton. Groaning softly, she tries to sit up only for her entire body to protest loudly, sending waves of pain radiating through her. For a moment, everything comes back to her in a rush: the club, the male escort, the realization that her own mother had set her up... She curls in on herself even tighter at the memory, hugging her knees tightly as if it could somehow protect her from all of this.
Her vision slowly clears enough for her to make out Sayan sitting in a chair by the bedside, watching her with an odd expression on his face. "Hey," He says softly, offering her a small smile. "How are you feeling?" Even though she's still fuzzy from sleep and alcohol, Rhea can't help but feel a strange sort of warmth spread through her at the sound of his voice.
Her reply comes out as more of a croak than anything else. "Like I was hit by a truck." She rasps, wincing as she pushes herself up onto her elbows. Her hair is wet and tangled around her face, sticking to her skin in places. It's then that