Nikki Bella is best known for her relationship with John Cena, but what happens when he betrays their love and she finds comfort in an unexpected person?
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How amazing is this?
It has been almost two weeks since I had accepted the proposal to Brock. We were living together and happier than ever. Today I was trying on dresses with Brie and to say I was nervous is an understatement. I feel like I was just trying on dresses for my wedding with John and I was so scared to get my hopes up again. I had to keep reminding myself that this was different. Brock is different. But that fear is always going to be inside me.
"Ooh, Nicole, that one is gorgeous," she commented on the bigger one that made me feel like a Disney princess.
"Is it too much?" I asked, turning to look at myself in the mirror.
"You wanted to go simple and lace with...well you know. But I think you should make it big and beautiful. This is you. All eyes will be on you," Brie remarked, taking pictures of me in the dress with her phone, "I'm sending it to Daniel to get his approval. Oh, he's typing....and he loves it! Even Daniel loves it."
"I love it, too. I hope Brock loves it," I bit down on my bottom lip as I glanced in the mirror once again.
"Shut the fuck up, he would love it if you walked butt ass naked down the aisle," Brie teased.
I giggled at the thought, "Don't tempt me, B."
She scrunched up her nose and shook her head, "So gross. Where is the beast anyway?"
I twirled one last time before I headed back into the dressing room, "He's doing some meetings with Paul!" I yelled out, "He is taking me out to dinner tonight."
"Is he gonna wear a suit?" I heard Brie question as I slipped out of the dress and zipped it back up.
I rolled my eyes, "I don't think he is the suit type, hm?"
She busted out laughing, "True, I have really only seen him in merch tees and sweatpants."
"I've seen him in more..." I giggled, "and less."
Brie made a disgusted face as she stood up, "On that note, are you ready? That's the one. Let's get it and go home, please!"
"Fiiiine!" Walking back into the dressing room, I slipped off my perfect wedding dress before handing it to the woman assisting me. I thanked her, paid for the dress, and met up with Brie at the front of the store.
"Daniel and I are going to meet up with his parents. Have fun at your dinner tonight, Nicole," she smiled, pulling me into the hug, "I am so happy for you."
"Thank you, Brie. I'm so happy."
...
"Brock!" I hollered as I opened the door and was greeted with my fiance standing in the living room with a candlelit dinner behind him. My eyes widened slightly as I was expecting us to go out to dinner and not for Brock to do something so special. I didn't think he had it in him to pull off something so romantic. "Holy...shit."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, "Language, baby."
"Sorry!" I quickly apologized as I took in a deep breath, "I just...didn't expect all of this."
"I can be romantic sometimes," Brock remarked before heading in my direction and pulling me into an embrace, "Only for you."
"I am the luckiest girl in the world."
"Mm...I feel even luckier," He pressed his lips against my forehead, "You ready to eat?"
I nodded as he led me over to the dinner table and that's when I noticed that he made my favorite pasta and had my favorite wine displayed on the table.
"Oh my God, you're so getting fucked tonight!" I exclaimed as I practically fell into my seat and began pouring myself a glass before he could even comment.
"Damn, baby, could've at least let me pour you a glass!" he laughed as he shook his head again and sat in the seat beside me, "Hope you enjoy."
After we finished eating, I downed the last bit of wine that was left on the table as he began cleaning things up.
"Let me help you, Brock," I stated as I gathered the rest of the dishes off of the table, "It's the least I could do."
"Nah, you're going to ride my dick tonight, so you will be repaying me plenty," he teased, nudging me in the side.
"And you get onto me about my language," I scoffed.
"What did I say that was a bad word?"
"You talked about me riding your dick! So inappropriate!"
He shrugged, "Nope. That's exercise. I want you to stay healthy. Nothing wrong with that."
"You're such a ---"
Before I could even finish the sentence, he wrapped his arm around my waist and crashed his lips against mine. I could feel his tongue slip in between my lips. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he pressed me against the counter, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Let's get these off first..." He mumbled into the kiss as he untangled my legs and pulled down my leggings and panties before he removed his bottoms.
"Someone is impatient today..." I giggled.
"Damn right," He whispered and before I knew it, he had pushed his member inside of me and I let out a gasp. No matter how many times we had sex, it still shocked me how big he was and I knew my body would never get used to it, which made it that much more amazing. "Fuck..." he mumbled into my ear as I gripped the back of his neck.
"Harder..." I whispered as he thrusted faster into me as I felt myself reaching my climax, "Fuck."
After a couple of more thrusts, we had both released ourselves onto one another and I saw a smile creep on my beast's face.
"I can't wait to do that with you for the rest of my life, Mrs. Lesnar."
