Naomi's POV

'Stop fucking starting at me man!' I shout in my head as I walked into the board meeting with coffee for each member that sat at the round table. Roman simply not tearing his eyes from me when they were suppose to be on his work. Jimmy sitting mere seats away from him, not noticing his actions.

"Did you get everybody?" Randy asked and I nodded.

We walk towards the exit of the door and I could feel Roman's eyes on me again and when no one was looking, I shot him the finger, only to have him give me an amused look.

I rolled my eyes before exiting the room with Randy right behind me.

"He like messing with you." Randy said with a small laugh.

"You could say that." I say while rolling my eyes, "I just wish he'd leave me alone."

"What has he done to you this morning?" He asked me.

"Well..." I admit, "Nothing... But he won't stop staring."

"You're anticipating him to do something." He told me, "Almost like your begging."

"I am not." I say to him.

"Are too." He said back.

"I'm not arguing with you on this dude." I say to him.

"Because you know I'm right." He said to me, "I can read you like a book Nao. You like him... Maybe even more than-"

"Don't say it. Don't you dare say it." I say to him and he merely shrugged.

I was tired of the subject. I was tired of the names Roman and Jimmy. It was never this hard when I was single.

"I'm just saying." He said to me with a small smile as my phone buzzed. I take it out to see a message from Roman and I groaned.

Roman: my coffee is cold

Naomi: ok??

Roman: I need a new one.

Naomi: boy bye.✌🏾

Roman: not a boy and I'm sure you know that.

Naomi: is this what you wanted? Cause I don't have enough time.

Roman: I wanna talk to you today. Wait for me in my office.

Naomi: don't feel like it. still mad @ you

Roman: please Naomi? I'm being serious. If we want to put whatever we have to rest, then we need to talk.

Naomi: just talking?

Roman: yes.

Naomi: no sex.

Roman: no kissing.

Naomi: just me and you talking.

Roman: exactly.

Naomi: then you got yourself a deal.

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"You never said no touching." Roman pointed out as he finger traced circled on my knee.

I scowled at him but it was actually quite funny in my mind.

"Cut it out." I say while slapping his hand away.

"Ok." He said while clearing his throat, "That was the last time. You were right when you said we needed to stop."

"Ok." I say to him, "So what's this all about."

"Ok so I have a plan." He said while reaching into his bag and pulling out a stack of papers that had drawings on them, then laid one in front of me that had seven stuck figured on them, "That's you, me, joelle, Seth, Dean, and Jimmy and Jey."

"Why are Jimmy and Jey so short." I asked him with a laugh.

"Cause I felt like being the devil so hush." He said to me while showing me the next picture of only me and him, "You and me have these weird feelings for each other, but you love Jimmy and I love no one. But in the end we had..."

"Sex." He continued as he put down the next piece of paper that had the three letters in a bold black sharpie.

"Man when did you have the time to even draw this?" I asked him, and couldn't help myself but laugh.

"I got bored in the meeting," he admitted.

"So you decided to draw horrible stick figures?" I asked him.

"They are not horrible!" He shouted.

"They're pretty bad." I say to him, while picking up another paper, "You can't even draw a straight line."

He snatched the paper from me and mumbled under his breath but I only laughed.

"Moving on." He mumbled as he looked through the papers, then groaned and moved them aside, "Ugh forget the stupid drawings."

"Not stupid, just horrible." I say to him and he sent me a scowl, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

"So I have this great idea on how to stop." He said to me.

"How?" I asked him.

"A money basket." He stated plainly and I raised a eyebrow.

"A what?" I asked him.

"Listen," he said, "Every time one of us touches each other, we have to put 5 dollars in a basket and at the end of week, whoever touched less, gets the money."

"So basically I'll be getting rich at the end of the week?" I asked him.

"Exactly..." He said, "Wait no..."

"Roman," I say with a sigh, "Why can't agree to just not do it again."

"Because I'm stupid and I won't listen to myself." He groaned and I raised an eyebrow at him.

I sighed, "your making this harder than it has to be. Look, we've already gone like three days without having any sexual contact, so it's progress."

"It's only been three days?" He whined, "I swear it's been years."

"Look at me." I say, ignoring his comment, then hitting him when we would look at me, "I says look!"

"I'm looking Geez!" He shouted back.

"Repeat after me." I say to him, "I, Roman Reigns."

"I, Roman Reigns," he repeated while rolling his eyes.

"Promise not to touch not to touch Naomi any more," I say to him, "And if I do, I will buy her lunch."

He rolled his eyes and repeated what I had said.

"There, not so bad." I say to him, "Now, starting today, that promise goes into full effect. Plus I'll be there to hit you if your hands start to wander."

He rolled his eyes but smiled just as his office door opened, Jey looking at us intensely before speaking.

"What are you two doing?" He asked us.

"Just talking," Roman said, "We haven't done anything else."

"Well he touched me." I say to Jey.

"Your freakin knee," he said back.

"It was a very sexual touch of the knee." I say back to him while trying to hold back my laughter.

"Did it turn you on or something?" He asked with a smirk and attempted to touch my knee again but I hit his hand, "Ouch!"

"Nope." I say to him, "No touchy, remember."

"This whole stopping thing is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you." He said while rubbing his hand and I laughed again.

Ok so he wasn't always an asshole. Just like... sometimes...

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jey with a small smile placed on his lips, but he shook his head and cleared his throat to bring our full attention back to him

"I actually needed to speak to the two of you." Jey said with a sigh, "Do you think you'll be able to behave yourselves if me an Jimmy were gone for a week."

"A week?" I say with a frown, "Why the hell a week? Jimmy and I need to start planning for the wedding and we haven't because he's always out of town. Why a week?"

"Naomi you are fully aware of how our jobs work." He said to me with a sigh, "I'm sorry if it messes up your plans."

"Where are you going for a week that I wasn't invited to?" Roman asked.

"We're headed to Mexico City to spend some time with the Del Rio family," Jey explain, "I'm sure they want to talk about adding a few more of there stores around the border of Texas and they need money. Who has money? We do. And we need there help with branching out to the Mexican region, so they can help us there. And you remember the last time we brung you with us."

"Alberto and I have hated each other since we were kids." He said, waving it off as though it was nothing, "He shouldn't have said I looked like a girl."

"You called him a burrito." Jey said to him.

"After he called me a girl." Roman point out.

"You did had a bow in your hair." Jey said.

"I don't even know how that got there!" Roman protested, "Like a ghost put that there."

"It was me." I said to him.

He gasped, "You son of a b-"

"The point is, your not going." Jey interrupted while I laughed, "This will be a good opportunity for you two to end whatever it is you have going on. I'm not saying hate each other-"

"But we do hate each other." Roman said.

"Hate is a strong word." I say to him

"Loaf?" He suggested, saying it strangely.

"Not loaf," I say to him with a laugh, "Loathe."

"That's what I said." He said.

"You said loaf." I said to him.

"Loaf is like, bread." He said back.

"I know," I say to him, "Say it again and watch."

"Lo...loaaa- stop freaking looking at me like I can't pronounce it!" He shouted at me with a laugh.

"Because you can't say it!" I teased, "Mr.Ceo can't even pronounce Loathe."

"Lo... Loooooooo-" he tried again, "ok shut up."

"You two act-" Jey started but Roman cut him off.

"Like we loaf each other." Roman said then looked at me while I tried to hold back laughter, "Not a word Giggles."

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Boom is about, eh
I'll say about 75% done.