ANOTHER successful week happened at NXT after there was a match between myself and Velveteen Dream, which ended when Tommaso came out and attacked me from behind. Technically, I won — but it sure didn't feel like it when Dream and Tommaso ganged-up on me.

However, it was now time for Pete to return home for a week before he has to shipped back to the U.K. like a returned package. I had really missed him and I wanted to see him face-to-face again.

I bought myself a new dress for our dinner tonight and the after-party, as to say. My dress was short, right above my knees and the back was basically made out of hanging jewelry, and it was all white. I also paired it with some white heels, too. I curled my hair, but since it never stays for long, it was now a wavy mess.

I spent the whole day cleaning the apartment before he would return. So, when I heard someone knocking on my door, I sprayed another dosage of some good-smelling spray before I headed to the door and yanked it open.

My eyes practically carried big hearts in them... Until I realized that it wasn't Pete at my door, but Tommaso instead. What the fuck?

Without permission, he stepped inside and passed by me. "Um," I called out and looked at him sideways after shutting the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He had his duffle bag and gym clothing on, too, and he looked at me over his shoulder. "Wanted to know if you wanted to go to the gym with me," he said, which made question why. When did he and I become friends? "But, um... It looks like you're ready for something else, though."

I noticed how he was eyeing me, trying his best not to stare, but he was. I dusted myself off and cleared my throat. "Pete will be here any minute now and we're going out to dinner."

"Oh," he breathed out, almost offended by what I just said. "Pete's coming back. Got it."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't actually know what to say. I had my eyebrows pulled together in confusion and question all at once. I didn't understand him and his thinking.

Suddenly, he took off towards the door and opened it for himself, but — for whatever reason — I reached out to him and only managed to grab ahold of his right bicep. He stopped and looked at me, and I asked: "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" he questioned, seemingly legitimately confused. "What are you talking about?"

"It's like you got a problem with Pete or something," I countered and he stared back as his instant reaction. "Well... Do you?"

"I never said that," he immediately denied, keeping this unbearable eye contact with me.

"It's not exactly what you say, it's how you act," I found myself defending my fiancé. "It's like you're mad that I'm going to spend time with my fiancé than you. You're not exactly my friend, Tommaso."

"Wow," he simply said after his face dropped. He slowly nodded and took another step before retracting and saying: "Have a nice life with him, Nicole. I seriously mean it."

I didn't know what to say, especially when he flew out of my apartment and slammed the door behind him after the wind of it hit my face. I wanted to drag him back in here and demand an answer of to why he didn't like Pete. He was a somewhat love-able guy, especially when he wanted to be.

Nevertheless, I blew out a big breath and rolled my eyes, trying my best to regroup before Pete finally arrives. I'm just glad that he didn't come just as Tommaso was leaving. Pete always jumps to conclusion and assumes the worst.

Once again, I dusted off my dress — as if, Tommaso had spit on it before he left. He practically did with his tasteless words. Once more, the knock at the door drew me away from my thoughts and my stomach filled with butterflies once more. This time, it would be Pete. I know it.

I went to the door, took another deep breath, and opened the door. Standing there was the love of my life. "Baby!" I squealed and jumped forward, throwing my arms around his neck and he squeezing my body to his after he dropped his luggage beside him. "Oh, my gosh! It feels like it's been forever!"

"It has," he laughed, but I could barley hear him since he had his face all in my messy hair. "I've missed you, too, babe."

"Not as much as me," I blurted out before letting go of his neck, going back, and smashing my lips to his. "So much has happened since you've been gone."

"Really?" he smirked, grabbing his luggage off from the ground and walking inside. "What happened?"

I grabbed his backpack and helped him bring it inside, but not before I cracked a smile and sighed: "Let's start with Trev and Bianca..."

"HOLY shit," Pete laughed, almost spitting his wine out everywhere. "I can't believe that Trev is actually dating Bianca now. Did she threaten his family or something?"

I wanted to laugh along with him, but what he didn't know was that Trev only kissed me the night before he decided that he wanted to be with Bianca. It's sad, though, at the same time. Trev and I have always been so close. My best guy-friend, even.

Then, after that drunken kiss — that I wouldn't legitimately hold against him — he decided to cover up his inner feelings for me by being with Bianca. At least, that's why Candice and I think. Still, I came to NXT to be closer to Pete and my old friends, including Trev, but, then... That happened and I barley even speak to him outside of the ring. I miss my best friend.

"Anyway," Pete breathed out right before he took another sip of his wine. "Anything interesting happened with you while I was gone, other than your debut and nose situation?"

If you only knew, I thought to myself, but pushed the thought away. "Nothing much, babe," I smiled and slid my index finger around the circle of the wine glass. I eyed him while using my other hand to hold my head up. "What about you and the U.K.? Anything interesting there?"

"Nope," he shook his head with the pop of the P. "Just fighting and killing it."

"Sounds fun," I sighed, but hoped that he didn't think that I was trying to get an attitude with him. I was tired and we didn't have anything to talk about anymore, apparently. I laid back in my chair and picked up the napkin from my lap to lay across my plate on the table. "So, I was thinking that after dinner, we—"

Pete's phone suddenly began to beep, making him put his index finger up. "Hold on, babe," he mumbled out and read what was on his screen. "It's Tyler."

What the fuck? is what I wanted to ask, but I just popped my eyes opened and sat back. I watched him as he smiled and texted his friend back. "Well... What did he say?"

"He wants to hang-out tonight," he explained his conversation with him. "He and Trent, and some of the other guys, too."

"Oh?" I breathed out, then pulled my eyebrows in together. Would he really go and hang-out with them than with me? "And are you going to?"

"Yeah," he smiled after looking up from his phone at me. "Is that okay, babe?"

What? Is he serious right now? After us being apart for nearly two and a half weeks, he wants to leave me once again to go and hang-out with the same guys that he has been with every day forever now. I mean, c'mon — he was with them during his time in the U.K. while he was away from me. Is it okay? Hell no!

"Um, Pete," came my warning tone as I tried to look deep in his eyes. "Honey, you were just with them, like, for the past few weeks. Can't tonight be just us?"

"You could go with us," he said and I thought that my rolled eyes would get stuck in the back of my head. "What? Nik, c'mon. It's the guys."

"And, Pete, I'm supposed to be your girl," I told him, feeling more hurt than angry. I laid back in my chair and looked away, all while not trying to cause attention to our argument, either.

"You are my girl," he claimed and tried to reach over the table for my hands. I kept them to myself. "You're my only girl."

"Then, why does it feel like I have to share you with Tyler and Trent all the time, especially Tyler?" I asked, hinting at the bromance that he shared with Tyler above everyone else. He rolled his eyes and sighed, leaning back in his chair. "But, hey, who am I to stop you from hanging with your boys? If you want to, don't let me stop you."

"Nik..."

"No, I mean it, Pete," I confirmed, dead-set on my final answer being this. "Go hang-out with them... Just like you always do."

"Hey," he spoke up and leaned in closer. "I always hang-out with you, too. Plus, I'll be here for the next week and I can spend time with you all the other days than tonight. We had dinner, so that's gotta count for something."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't let him see it this time. I faced him, emotionless, and shrugged. "Go," I sighed and looked to the exit. "It's okay. I'll understand. Just be back home at a reasonable time." There I go, acting as his mother than his fiancé.

He shook his head, but managed to get up and walk over to me. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead, kissing it and pressing his forehead to mine. "I love you, Nik," he confessed, even if I didn't see the truth in it. "I will be back home before midnight."

Then, before I knew it, he was gone and I was left there to pay the bill and go home to nobody. Once again.

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