I dug through my suitcase, searching for wrist tape. I had told Renee to put it into the front pocket but, of course she didn't. I heard the Miz's music come over the TV and turned my head to see him and Maryse doing their entrance, grunting when they did that grossly fake kiss before walking down to the ring where he was undoubtedly going to rant his ass off about something as per usual.

He went on and on about someone owing him an apology while Maryse fumed behind him. I cracked my knuckles knowing damn well he walk talking about Renee and made my way down the hallway towards the entrance, still listening to him through all the monitors.

"You know what I don't understand?How Renee Young can sleep at night, knowing she sacrificed her journalistic integrity for dirty deeds with Dean Ambrose."

Renee picked at her nail polish as she watched one of the screens near the entrance.I could see the relief wash over her as she spotted me.

"Oh thank god." She sighed, wrapping her arms around me. "I don't want to go out there alone."

I hugged her close, kissing the top of her head while still watching them through the screen, Maryse's eyes almost looking directly into mine.

"You're not going out there. This is between me and them." I replied, pulling away from her.

"Are you sure? You know he won't stop…"

"Oh he will." I assured her. "This is done after tonight."

She nodded her head nervously, kissing me before I walked towards the curtains. The sound guy saw me, playing my entrance music as I walked through them. The fear in Miz's eyes was enough satisfaction, but I wanted more.

Of course he ran as soon as I made it down to the ring. Maryse stood in front of me, blocking me from getting to him. I could see the anger in her eyes. She'd been pissed at me ever since she found out I'd been seeing Renee. I don't know what she thought would happen between us. It was almost as if she believed I'd be her boytoy forever, waiting for her to have a fight with her husband so she could run away with me. She should've known better.

"Move." I ordered, meeting her eyes.

She didn't say a word, instead cocking her arm back and slapping me across the face.

Miz laughed but there wasn't any humor in her face, only anger and hatred. I grabbed her arm, spinning her around to pull her back against me. The smirk dropped from his face and she stiffened as I took a whiff of the sweet smelling perfume on her neck, my other hand gripping her hip tightly to draw a small moan from her.

"What're you doing, let me go!" She yelled as Miz cussed at me from outside of the ring, still not having the balls to come face me.

"You're gonna pay for that," I whispered into her hair, as Miz slammed his hands on the ground yelling at me to let her go.

I shoved her away, causing her to almost trip on her stilettos as she rushed out of the ring, breathing heavily while Miz wrapped his arms protectively around her. What a pussy.

"Hey Miz." I spoke into the mic they'd left on the ground as they ran up the ramp. "I guess the hard part of my night is over. Cause she hits way harder than you."

He growled and huffed but still wasn't man enough to run back into the ring while Maryse's cheeks had gotten red, the same way they did every time I manhandled her. She pulled him back, the two of them going back through the curtains.

After driving Renee to the airport, I picked up a six pack from the gas station along with some Chinese food before heading back to the hotel. Stripping off my clothes, I let the water run hot before jumping in, letting the heat relax my sore muscles from a week full of shows.

I could barely hear the sound of something over the sound of running water, but I could've sworn I heard a knock on the door. Shutting off the shower, I listened again and there it was. That specific rhythm against the door, letting me know exactly who it was.

I let out an annoyed grunt, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist before walking to the door and opening it to see her standing before me dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a grey hoodie. She hadn't been by in months. I hadn't expected to see her again but she pushed by me and walked inside.

Once I shut the door, she took her hoodie down, shaking her hair loose before looking at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, nonchalantly, grabbing another towel from the bathroom to rub some water from my hair.

I could tell she was irritated at my casualness but I gave no fucks about her feelings with how she'd been acting lately.

"What the hell were you thinking?! What you did in the ring was completely inappropriate." She began, arms crossing over her chest, lips pursed with attitude. "Not only in front of my husband, but in front of the entire crowd? What if someone had -"

"Had what? Come to the conclusion that you enjoy getting handled?" I smirked and she narrowed her brows.

"You could've ruined my marriage!" She huffed. "You're lucky Mike didn't assume anything. He was to busy ranting about getting you back to put anymore thought into it."

"I'm shaking." I replied sarcastically. "That all you came here to bitch about?"

She placed her hands on her hips, her face getting redder at my lack of giving her the response she wanted. "No -"

"Well it's all I'm willin' to hear." I interrupted, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge and cracking it open. "I don't even want to look at you with the way you've been acting."

"Excuse me?" She asked, her eyes widening before narrowing at me. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I took pull from the cold beverage, ignoring her over dramatic act. "You heard me. Acting like you can go around making demands as to what I can and can't do. Giving me lip, attacking Renee out of all people? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Fuck Renee." She responded angrily but she didn't address anything else.

"Yeah, I did. An hour ago actually." I replied.

Her face contorted in disgust. "You're disgusting! I don't even know why I came here." She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Yeah, well I don't know why you did either." I answered. "I mean what the fuck do you want from me, huh? You want me to sit around like some kinda lost puppy until you feel like you need more than what he can give you? Cause that ain't what I'm about."

"It was working fine before she came around!"

"News flash. It was never working. There was always someone else in my bed when you weren't here. So what the fuck changed now?"

I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe, watching her take a seat on the edge of the bed. I was being harsh, but this all had to come out. I wasn't going to sugarcoat it.

"I knew you were always fucking someone else. It was just never so public." She sighed.

"Nowhere near as public as you and Mike. I figured we had an understanding."

"We did have an understanding. I just didn't plan on falling in love with you." She admitted defensively.

My brows furrowed. Taken aback by what she'd just said, I stared at her for a moment. I knew she could be manipulative. I'd watched it in the ring, but who would lie about something like that. She looked up at me nervously, expecting an answer, but I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"How could you be in love with me?" I finally managed to ask.

"I - I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't how how - or why - or when. But the thought of someone else having you drives me insane!"

"You think it's easy for me?" I replied. "Knowing day in and day out he gets to be with you? To call you his wife? To sleep with you? Wake up with you? Take you out? No. This shit ain't easy."

She lowered her head, shaking it. "I didn't know you even cared…"

"Yeah well it ain't something I brag about." I said shortly.

"Why hadn't you said anything?"

"What good would it have done?"

"So what do we do now?" She asked, looking up at me.

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders as I crossed the floor to sit on the bed beside her. I hated that I'd let myself get to this point. I hated the soft spot I had for her but I couldn't help how I felt and apparently neither could she.

We didn't make sense. I was, in a lot of ways, some street rat and she was this gorgeous glamour model with expensive tastes. I had accepted the fact that I was just some bad boy she wanted to play with until she figured shit out with her husband, but it was past that point.

"You're the married one, babe." I finally spoke. "Balls in your court."

She looked at me with eyes full of tears and I instinctively wrapped my arm around her to pull her into my side. For a moment she was silent, just stared into my eyes as if they'd hold all the answers for her but we both knew this was something she had to figure out on her own.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head into the crook of my neck, wrapping her arms around my torso as she hugged me. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around her body to hold her against me, resting my head in her hair and breathing in the sweet smell of her. "I'm sorry too."

Lifting her head, I cupped her jaw in my hand, looking down in her eyes. I knew I'd do anything for this women. There was no way I'd ever tell her that, but the truth was, I'd always be available whenever she needed, just like I had been time and time again.

Leaning my head down, I pressed my lips against hers, my fingers running back through her hair. She returned the kiss, her hand on my chest as she pressed into me, the taste of spearmint on her tongue as it brushed between my lips.

The kiss was slow, one of longing, something I hadn't realized I'd missed, but it grew deeper, most passionate as she moved closer. Grabbing her leg, I pulled her onto my lap, our tongues moving against one another while she began grinding her hips into me. My hands ran up the inside of her hoodie, feeling the smooth skin on her back as my dick got harder against her.

Pulling away from the kiss, she bit her bottom lip looking down at me with heavy hooded eyes. Her hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing through the scruff of my beard before she let go, unzipping her hoodie, dropping it to the floor with my help. She lifted her arms over her head and I took her tank top off, letting her tits pop out before immediately sucking on one of her nipples. She moaned out, her arms wrapping against my neck to keep my head close to her.

I turned us over, laying her on her back with me on top, separating our bodies just enough to pull her shorts down and throw my towel off. Her legs spread for me like they always did. Leaning up on my elbow, I stroked my dick between her swollen lips before sliding it inside of her, watching her eyes roll back and her chest rise as her back arched her into me.

Letting her adjust, I placed a hand on her jaw, keeping her eyes on mine, as I started to thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist keeping me as close to her as humanly possible.

It wasn't often anyone got to see her without the aura of command she walked around with. Seeing her as vulnerable and small as I got to see on nights like these brought out something so primal in me.

I began to thrust harder. The sounds of her moans, the heaving of her chest, her tits bouncing against me, egging me on. She pulled my hair, pulling my face down again to kiss me, tongues wrestling while our bodies began to glisten with sweat.

Kissing down her jaw to her neck, I sucked and nipped at her skin, our nails digging into each other, she lifted her hips to match my rhythm.

It has gone passed the point of fucking. I could do handle fucking. Making love was another story. I loved her, and I hated the fact that I did. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud and dig myself deeper into this dangerous path, but she said my name and all I could think of was giving her everything.

"Dean." She breathed into my ear, her nails taking up my back to my shoulders, her body tightening around me until I felt her cum, her legs shaking against me.

I groaned, taking in the sensations with a few more thrusts until they brought me over the edge.

Breathing heavily, I leaned up on my elbows, looking down at her flushed cheeks, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her hazel eyes opened, looking up at me with a satisfied smile on her lips, lifting her head to kiss me.

I smiled, returning the kiss. God she was beautiful.

"Are you spending the night?" I asked, slowly rolling getting off the bed, grabbing the towel off the floor.

She nodded her head, tying her hair up as she followed me into the bathroom to turn the water on. "If you still want me to."

She stepped into the shower and I followed in, letting the water rinse the sweat off of us.

"I didn't get a lot of food, expected to spend the night alone, but we'll split it. Or we can order room service." I said, mesmerized as water rolled off her perfect body while I lathered both of us with some body wash.

Looking up at me, she twirled her fingers into my chest hair, smiling softly. "We can split it. I'll even have a beer."

"You?" I raised a brow laughing, rinsing off and moving aside so she could as well, "A beer?"

She hit my chest and laughed. "Shut up. I can be casual."

"Sure you can." I smiled, turning off the water.

I handed her a towel and I took another, both of us drying off and heading into the room.

"You don't believe me?" She lifted a brow, grabbing the open can I had on the dresser and taking a long pull. "See!" She said proudly, like she'd just finished running a marathon.

I laughed, throwing her a pair of boxers and one of my beaters before pulling on a pair of boxers myself. "Ok champ. You proved me wrong."

She nodded with a laugh as she threw on the clothes I handed her, rolling up the boxers 3 or 4 times until they were practically short shorts, then walked over to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning on the TV.

I stacked the containers of chinese food on a tray, bringing it over to the bed and setting it down between us. She curled into my side, grabbing a fork and the container of lo mein while I grabbed a crab rangoon, leaning back against the headboard while her head rested on my chest.

I couldn't do much for her. Hell, this wasn't even on the spectrum of dates she'd been on, but I could tell she was happy. She laughed at the episode of I Love Lucy playing on the small TV and slurping up a noodle. I knew things would change in the morning when she'd have to leave but for now, I was content just admiring the crinkles in her eyes as she laughed at stupid jokes.