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"That man has an uncanny ability to appear when I least want him to," Sandro replied. April and Alexa laughed together as they stepped into the hallway together.
The door closed quietly behind them, sealing away the calm they'd briefly carved out in the middle of the chaos. None of them noticed that the hallway was empty now, or that Kelly Kelly, who had been standing there moments earlier, was already gone, heart racing, mind spinning, carrying a secret she hadn't meant to learn.
Sandro walked between April and Alexa as they moved through the backstage corridors, their footsteps echoing faintly against concrete floors and metal walls.
Crew members passed by, nodding, congratulating, whispering. A few stared a little longer than necessary, eyes flicking to Sandro's waist where the United States Championship rested, or to Alexa's Divas title gleaming under the fluorescent lights.
April took it all in quietly, eyes sharp, observant. This was different from FCW, no it was different from NXT who will go on live soon. Bigger. Louder. Heavier. The air itself felt charged, like everything mattered just a bit more.
When they reached the parking area, Sandro unlocked his rental SUV with a soft chirp. The three of them climbed in, the doors thudding shut, cutting off the distant noise of the arena.
Only then did Sandro finally let out a long breath.
"That was a night," Alexa said, leaning back in her seat.
April laughed softly. "That's one way to put it."
Sandro started the engine, pulling out smoothly. "You picked a hell of a day to visit."
April smirked. "I figured."
The drive was quiet but comfortable. City lights slid past the windows as they headed toward the hotel, conversation drifting easily from wrestling to travel, from plans to jokes. There was no tension, no awkwardness, just familiarity, the kind that came from time and shared understanding.
When they pulled up to the five star hotel, the building rose above them like a monument, glass and steel glowing against the night sky. Valets moved quickly, doors opening, luggage rolling past.
Inside, the lobby was spacious and softly lit, marble floors reflecting chandeliers overhead. The hum of late night activity lingered, guests checking in, quiet conversations, the muted clink of glasses from the bar.
And then Sandro stopped.
Sitting casually on one of the lobby couches was Nikki.
She wore oversized sunglasses despite the hour and a hoodie pulled low over her head, legs crossed, phone in hand as she scrolled idly. To anyone else, she might've looked like just another tired traveler.
To Sandro, it was immediately obvious.
A slow grin tugged at his lips.
He leaned closer to April and Alexa. "Go up first."
Alexa raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Sandro pulled his key card from his pocket and handed it to Alexa. "Presidential suite. You know the drill."
April glanced past him, following his line of sight, and her eyes widened slightly when she spotted Nikki. A knowing smile crossed her face.
"Oh," April said softly. "Okay."
Alexa caught on a second later and smirked. "You're terrible."
Sandro winked. "I know."
April and Alexa took the key card and headed toward the elevators, leaving Sandro behind in the lobby.
Sandro walked over and casually dropped onto the couch beside Nikki.
She didn't look up.
He nudged her knee lightly.
Nikki flinched and immediately shifted away, turning sharply. "Hey, don't touch me," she snapped, annoyance sharp in her voice. "I don't know who you think you are, but—"
Sandro leaned closer, deliberately invading her personal space.
Nikki's irritation flared instantly. She shoved his shoulder. "I said don't—"
Then she really looked at him.
Her mouth dropped open behind the sunglasses.
"Sandro?!" she hissed, shock flooding her expression.
Sandro laughed, full and unrepentant.
She punched him square in the chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Ow," he said dramatically, clutching his chest. "That hurt."
She glared at him. "You can't just do that! I thought you were some creep!"
"I couldn't let an opportunity like that pass," he said, still grinning. "You were way too focused on your phone."
She snorted despite herself. "You're an idiot."
He shrugged. "But a charming one."
She shook her head, then before she could say anything else, Sandro reached for her hand and stood up, tugging her gently with him.
"Come on," he said.
"Where?" she asked, already letting herself be pulled along.
"My room."
They stepped into the elevator together, the doors sliding shut behind them. Nikki crossed her arms but smiled faintly, shaking her head.
"You're unbelievable," she muttered.
"Yet you came," he replied lightly.
When they reached the floor, Sandro led her down the hallway to his suite. He pressed the doorbell once.
The door opened almost immediately.
April stood there.
Nikki froze.
April's eyes widened, then she broke into a huge smile. "Nikki!"
Nikki blinked, stunned. "April?!"
April stepped forward and hugged her without hesitation. Nikki returned it automatically, still clearly processing.
"What, why, how are you—?" Nikki sputtered.
Sandro stepped inside, closing the door behind them as Alexa appeared from the living room, smiling.
"Surprise," Alexa said.
Nikki looked between all three of them, eyes wide. "Okay, I feel like I missed several chapters."
April laughed. "I just came up."
Nikki pulled back slightly. "Came up… like, main roster came up?"
April nodded. "Yeah. Dusty gave me the choice."
Sandro wrapped his arms around Nikki from behind, resting his chin lightly near her shoulder. He kissed her cheek gently. "Congratulations are in order."
Nikki glanced at him. "You didn't tell me she was coming."
"I didn't know until tonight," he replied honestly.
She huffed, then softened. "Why are you here?" he asked her in return.
She smiled faintly. "I wanted to surprise you."
Sandro's expression warmed instantly. "Mission accomplished."
Alexa clapped her hands lightly. "Perfect timing, actually. I just ordered room service."
Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Food?"
"Lots of it," Alexa confirmed.
They moved into the living room together, sprawling comfortably across couches and chairs. The television played quietly in the background, some late night program none of them were really paying attention to.
Conversation flowed easily.
They talked about the show, about April's decision, about Nikki's travel. Sandro listened more than he spoke at first, content to watch them, occasionally chiming in with teasing remarks or soft laughter.
When the doorbell rang, Sandro stood and opened it, allowing staff to wheel in trays covered in polished silver domes. The smell of food filled the room immediately, steak, pasta, roasted vegetables, and warm bread.
They gathered around the table, helping themselves, settling in.
Dinner stretched on comfortably. Plates were shared. Drinks poured. Laughter filled the space.
Sandro leaned back in his chair, one arm draped casually behind Nikki, fingers brushing her shoulder as he spoke. He flirted shamelessly, teasing each of them in turn, earning eye rolls, laughs, and playful jabs in response.
For all the chaos of the night, for all the tension and dominance and threats broadcast to the world, this moment was quiet.
Personal.
As the plates were pushed aside and the last drops of wine swirled in their glasses, the easy laughter began to carry a different edge. Sandro's gaze lingered longer, his touches grew less casual.
When he reached across the table to refill Nikki's glass, his fingers brushed the inside of her wrist deliberately, tracing the pulse point until she shivered.
Alexa noticed first. "You're staring," she accused, though her voice held amusement rather than annoyance.
"Can you blame me?" Sandro replied, voice low. He leaned back, letting his eyes travel slowly over each of them, April's long legs folded beneath her, Alexa's cropped tee riding up just enough to show a strip of toned stomach, Nikki's camisole clinging to her curves. "I'm sitting here with the three most beautiful women in the company. A man's allowed to look."
April rolled her eyes, but the flush on her cheeks gave her away. "You're laying it on thick tonight."
He grinned, unrepentant. "Only because it's true."
The teasing escalated slowly, the way it always did with them, small challenges, lingering glances, innocent touches that weren't innocent at all.
Sandro's hand found the back of Nikki's neck again, thumb stroking in lazy circles that made her breath hitch. When he leaned in to murmur something against April's ear, his lips brushed the shell deliberately, drawing a soft exhale from her.
Alexa tried to keep the upper hand. "You think you can just snap your fingers and we'll all fall into bed with you?"
Sandro's smile turned predatory. "I don't need to snap my fingers, Lexa. I just need to ask nicely." He stood, stretching deliberately, shirt pulling tight across his chest. "But I'm going to shower first. Long match, still smell like the ring." He paused at the hallway entrance, looking back. "Master bedroom's open. If anyone feels like joining me… or waiting for me… I won't complain."
He disappeared, leaving a charged silence behind.
Nikki was the first to break it, exhaling shakily. "He's ridiculous."
"Ridiculously hot," Alexa muttered, then caught herself and laughed. "Shut up, you know it's true."
April stood, smoothing her tank top down. "I'm… going to change into something more comfortable." She paused, cheeks pink. "You know. Pajamas."
Ten minutes later, the master bedroom door stood ajar, warm light spilling into the hall.
Sandro emerged from the en suite bathroom in nothing but steam and confidence, skin still damp, hair tousled, a towel riding low on his hips. He stopped when he saw them.
All three were on the massive bed.
Nikki sat against the headboard in just her thin camisole and lace panties, knees drawn up slightly. Alexa lounged sideways in boy shorts and a cropped tee that barely covered anything. April knelt near the foot of the bed in one of his oversized tour shirts, the hem skimming her thighs, clearly wearing nothing underneath.
None of them spoke.
Sandro let the towel drop.
The collective intake of breath was audible.
He climbed onto the bed slowly, giving them every chance to change their minds. None did.
He started with foreplay that felt endless and deliberate, designed to unravel them one thread at a time.
First, Nikki, because she'd been waiting longest. He crawled over her, caging her body without touching, just letting the heat of his skin tease hers. When he finally kissed her, it was slow and filthy, tongue stroking deep, hand sliding up her camisole to cup one full breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked hard.
She moaned into his mouth, arching up, and he rewarded her by pinching lightly, then soothing with his tongue when he pushed the fabric up and took her into his mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, while his hand slipped between her thighs, finding her already soaked through the lace. He stroked her slowly over the fabric until she was rocking against his palm, begging softly.
Only then did he move to Alexa.
She met him halfway, pulling him down into a fierce kiss, nails raking down his back. He laughed against her lips, flipping her onto her stomach and dragging her boy shorts down just enough to expose her ass. He spent long minutes there, kissing down her spine, biting gently at the curve where back met ass, then spreading her thighs and licking a slow stripe up her center.
She cursed, pushing back, and he pinned her hips down, eating her out with devastating patience, long licks, focused circles on her clit, two fingers sliding inside to curl just right. He brought her to the edge twice, pulling back each time until she was practically growling his name.
April watched the whole time, thighs pressed together, breathing shallow.
When Sandro finally turned to her, his eyes were dark with restraint. He pulled her into his lap, the oversized shirt riding up as she straddled him.
He kissed her softly at first, hands roaming under the fabric, cupping her bare ass, tracing the curve of her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts until she was trembling.
Only then did he lay her back, pushing the shirt up to her neck and spending what felt like forever worshipping her body, kissing every inch of skin, sucking marks into her collarbone, teasing her nipples with lips and tongue until she was writhing.
When his hand finally slipped between her legs, she was dripping. He groaned against her throat, sliding two fingers inside slowly, thumb working her clit in tight circles until she came with a soft cry, clinging to his shoulders.
Throughout, the others stayed close, Nikki kissing his neck while he fingered April, Alexa stroking his cock slowly whenever he shifted position, keeping him aching and hard.
Only when all three were flushed, trembling, and begging did he finally give them what they wanted.
He took Nikki first, sliding into her in one slow thrust that made them both groan. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he set a deep, grinding rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, hitting that spot that made her gasp every time. The others watched, touching themselves lightly or stroking him where their bodies joined.
Alexa was next, he flipped her onto all fours and took her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip as he pounded into her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, cursing and laughing breathlessly when he spanked her once, twice, the crack echoing in the room.
April he took face to face, legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he drove deep and slow, watching every expression, eyes fluttering shut, mouth open in silent pleas. When she came again, it was with his name on her lips, body clenching around him so hard he nearly followed her over.
He rotated through them again and again, switching positions, intensities, always making sure no one was left waiting long. Mouths on his cock between turns, Nikki and Alexa taking him together at one point, tongues sliding along his length while April kissed him deeply, April deep throating him with surprising enthusiasm while the others watched, breathing hard.
When he finally couldn't hold back anymore, he pulled April on top, letting her ride him slow and deep while Nikki and Alexa pressed close on either side, kissing his neck, his chest, stroking wherever they could reach. He came with a guttural groan, buried deep inside April, hips jerking as she ground down through his release.
They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, limbs tangled, breaths mingling, soft laughter bubbling up as the high slowly faded.
Nikki nuzzled into his neck. "You're still impossible."
Alexa draped an arm across his chest. "But damn good at it."
April pressed a sleepy kiss to his jaw. "Don't let it go to your head."
Sandro chuckled, pulling them all closer. "Too late." In the quiet aftermath, with the city lights flickering faintly through the windows, they drifted off tangled together, warm, sated, and utterly content.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0