Seth Rollins Becky Lynch Novels & Stories

Seth asked. “Yes! I signed a contract with Eileen though, she did pay me some good money, so we don’t need your money, if you can’t get me out of here leave me alone” Robin said then left the booth. Seth smiled when he left he whispered into his phone “did you get all that?” “Yes!” The voice responded. Unbeknownst to Robin, Seth had come back fully prepared. He and Cody’s team of investigators had planted some voice recorders and tiny cameras in Seth’s attire, for now they had the information they needed they would leave him be for a while.

Upstairs in the master suite, Seth and Lyra's (parents to Judith and Rebecca) bedroom was a sanctuary of intimate devotion. Seth had his wife, Lyra pinned on the plush king size bed. Her toned legs were hooked high over his broad, muscular shoulders, ankles crossed behind his neck as he folded her in half.

“Maybe I don’t want to be yours.” Rory—naturally—laughed. Leaning against the SUV like the morning was a show put on specifically for him, he brushed a hand through his chestnut hair, and smirked. “Oh, princess,” he drawled. “You already are. Fighting it just makes it more fun for us.” I opened my mouth—ready to verbally set him on fire—when a warm palm touched the small of my back. Seth. He’d moved behind me without sound. “Relax, snowflake,” he murmured, his lips brushing close enough that my breath tripped. “Being ours isn’t the prison you think it is.”

There were three more members I haven’t met yet, also didn’t have much on them as well. Colin Barker, Shawn Monroe, and Seth Morales. Seth couldn’t be older than sixteen, so I doubt he would go with us. If he did, I was going to have to disagree with Ryker. I didn’t care if he was skilled or not. More than likely he didn’t have near the bond with his wolf as the others did.

"I'll ask her out tomorrow. You can meet her as me. Will your true love choose money and leave, or will she be willing to wait for you to divorce me so she can marry you?" A guilty look flashed across Seth's face. He gave me an upset glance. "When did you become like this? Jenny is not what you think she is." I smiled and said nothing. The next day, I found a hidden corner to sit at in the restaurant where they were meeting. Seth stood up the moment Jenny walked in. "Jen—I mean, Miss Locke." "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name, Mrs. Rothman. How do you do? I'm Seth's colleague, Jenny Locke."

Walker shook his head, placing his hand on the small of her back as they continued on through the house, eventually coming across Seth. “Walker, how goes it, homie!?” Seth gave Walker a high-five and then looked over at Roxie, “And who’s this lovely lady?” “I’m Roxie,” Roxie shook Seth’s hand and smiled. She’d only known Seth briefly before he graduated early and went off to college three years prior, “Reynolds.” “Seth Wheaton,” he smiled, not paying any more attention to Walker, “Wanna ditch this guy and go talk somewhere in private?”

“Most clients do. It’s this cursed beige room. There isn’t anything I can do about it. Anyway, tell me about that time, Luna. We won’t have time to get into a lot, and this is just an initial assessment. But I sense that gaining custody of your niece is very important to you, and you don’t seem the type to waste time playing games. Do I have you pegged?” “Completely. Tell me what I can do to hurry this along.” “Tell me about that incident.” I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to lose Lydia either. I described it tersely. Seth screaming for me. His holding onto Dad’s legs to support him while I climbed the chair, stood on tiptoes, and sawed at the rope tied around his neck. The letter pinned

“I’m a guest, you a host. Friendly visit, remember?” Seth cleared his throat. “Maybe you tell me the names and I’ll get back to you.” “Maybe.” Bell flipped through a dog-eared notebook. “Connie Strovet, Hilda Cornov, Melinda Trigette. What can you tell me?” Seth squinted at the floor. “I help a lot of men and women around the world find love matches. I might need some time to pull details on those three.”

~~~~~~~~~~ LOUISA'S POV What did Becky Lyn expect me to make out of this? These aren't the things I'd expected to see. I thought they were all about Lisa, but all I can see is all of Leo. I sigh again. Maybe this man was just really the only thing going on in my sister's life. I looked at the documents over and over again. I picked up the envelope. There were still some left. What's all of this? “Becky Lyn?" The line was silent for a minute. I rolled my eyes impatiently. Now in the position of the CEO, I think I was beginning to understand why I had to make these people perform tasks completely and thoroughly.

I'm still shooting off aftershocks as I pull out of her, doing a roll and tuck, getting us back onto the bed. "That was awesome!" Becky tucked her face into the crook of my arm. "I aim to please." "You know, it may take a few tries for us to get pregnant." 'Alpha, Seth called, he's on the way,' Sofie's voice came into our shared link, followed by a groan from Becky. "Can I get a raincheck?" I kissed her forehead before sliding off the bed and bringing her up with me.