Affairs
Dean Ambrose has an affair. Too bad his affair is married. But WHO is it? Is it Seth Rollins? Or Roman Reigns? Or Renee Reigns? Or Nikki Rollins? In each chapter you learn a little more about Dean's affair. Will you make the right guess in the end?
Who shares Dean's bed? AU! Mildly M rated.
About this story:
Dean Ambrose has a secret affair. But with whom? You can leave your speculations after each chapter in your reviews. I would love to hear them!
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.
Warnings:
Rated M
Pairings:
None I can tell you
Chapter 1
Dean growled as he picked up the arm that was wrapped tightly around him dropping it to the mattress none too gently.
He didn't care if he woke up the person he had spent the night with. As his feet touched the floor a felt eyes burning holes into his back.
"You're leaving?" the still sleepy voice asked with a hurt tone.
"Some people have to work for a living." Dean replied, not looking back while he walked naked trough the room to collect his clothes.
"You treat me like some dirty whore." Another complain, laced with hurt and desperation now because his bed partner didn't receive any attention from him, now that the dirty deed was done.
Dean stepped into his boxer briefs and covered his sculptured ass and next he stepped into his pair of old jeans and put on his simple black t-shirt. He found his shoes under the bed and put them on still not looking at the bed.
"The only thing that really separates you from a whore is that you let me fuck you for free." Dean finally drawled while shrugging on his leather jacket. He heard the audible gasp and shut his eyes for a second when he felt the hurt in the eyes that still bore into his back.
"I see you around." was his final goodbye for the night. He didn't want to be a complete asshole about this. Well, not any more than necessary to keep his affair at arms' length.
"Don't count on it!" The voice was angry now and probably rightfully so, that's why Dean didn't take those words to heart.
Dean closed the door to the cheap motel room and walked to his car. He climbed behind the wheel of his old Ford Pickup Truck and left the parking lot in the wee hours of dawn. Half an hour later he arrived at the harbor. His boat, the "Gipsy Girl", was patiently waiting for him to board and prepare it for the trip.
Dean Ambrose was a simple man. A fisherman like his dad and granddad before him. He lived in a simple house and lived a simple life. The only complicated thing in his life was the fact that he fucked someone who was married. And it still wouldn't be complicated if he would not be in love with the person. So damn in love that it hurt. That's why he tried his hardest to make it sound like a simple fuck each time they met. He didn't want to be the reason a perfectly good marriage was broken. He couldn't stand the fact to be called a homewrecker above everything else. It was a small town after all, and he tried his hardest to hold on to some kind of code of honor.
"Damn it." he groaned and turned back to work.