I.WINTER

She was so thrilled because she had never got a ticket to any after party. At least not to a one where she could meet a celebrity. And this party was in her opinion full of celebrities. It was true that not every person in the world, not even in America would recognise these stars. There are not many fans of wrestling in country she came from but this is the U.S., people probably know more wrestlers than football players (for she lived in Europe, European football was the only football in her eyes, she refused to call it soccer).

And there they came. She was waiting in the corner to see them arrive. It took them more than half an hour to get all dressed up and she had to admit they looked differently. They were wearing tuxedos or jeans with formal shirt. They all looked amazing. But she wasn't used to it. Nobody was, since these people were being looked at while wearing not more than briefs. Somebody would call them naked but who would fight in a suit? Now these ring animals turned into gods. She was a lot into ancient Greece and Rome, so she liked the idea of them being more than human beings. Semi-gods, if you please.

Within few minutes after the first one walked into, the room filled up with almost every wrestler she had ever seen. First she was not brave enough to get closer to them, she kept her distance, she didn't even think about talking to them, asking them to take a picture with her or give her an autograph. Also, that was not what she wanted. She knew that was what everybody asked them for so they had to be tired of doing it again and again. If she found the courage to talk to them, she would ask something just to talk to them. Maybe ask them how they were doing or something.

She went to the bar to order something to drink. Then she moved to the table and sat down. For a while she just wanted to observe. To learn from their behaviour what they were really like. Since almost everything you see on TV is fake, she thought now she had the opportunity to get them right. She heard before that some stars didn't attend these parties. That said something about them too. It was evident that these, usually heels, were keeping their WWE identity also in the backstage. It all made sense. But some of them appeared and seemed to be nice and friendly.

Of course, plenty of wrestlers (this party was only for male wrestlers) were flirting with girls they certainly hadn't seen before. She didn't really know whether they were in a relationship and in that case, they were cheating on their girlfriends or even wives, or they were single and were just having fun. She wondered how many of those chicks would end up having sex with them and being kicked away in the morning, maybe sooner. They would be satisfied anyway, though.

As the time was passing by, they were all getting drunker; there was almost nobody who wouldn't have a couple of drinks in themselves. She had only one Mojito, therefore she was pretty sober. By the time she ordered another one, Wade Barrett was whispering something into that girl's ear and taking her away. Watching them, she was smiling. How stupid that girl had to be to do that. Then she remembered how stupid herself had to be to be alone at a party full of people she admired and not talking to them, only sitting quietly at the table and watching them. So pathetic. She thought that she should get drunk to start doing something. It was time to be herself. She didn't need to pay so much money to do something she could be doing in any regular bar. She was a funny girl, just a little shy.

She forgot about her little promise to herself after noticing Seth Rollins, one third of The Shield, trying to dance cha-cha. At the same moment she saw Fandango looking at him too. He seemed to be laughing at him but he didn't look as cocky as he did in the ring. She was smiling and after Seth's pirouette, she couldn't resist making a little chuckle.

Then she noticed she wasn't the only one watching somebody. She herself was being looked at by some guy. He was not only some guy, in reality, it was Dean Ambrose, or whatever his real name was. He saw her laughing at his colleague. She was certain she was blushing and she looked away immediately. She didn't want to look back at him, those few seconds staring at each other was embarrassing enough for her.

She needed to get away. Suddenly there was too little air for her in there. She stood up and walked to the bathroom as fast as she could. All that without looking at him one more time. She thought that he probably went back to whatever it was that he was doing before. It was no big deal for him. She certainly wasn't the only one who had this little accident with him.

When she got out of the stall and headed to the wash basins, she had to think about it again. And as she was washing her hands, she chuckled. The other person washing her hands next to her looked at her weirdly and simply walked away. Therefore, she stayed alone in the bathroom. She didn't want to go outside yet so she just stared at her reflection in the mirror unable to stop smiling. But for nobody was there to see her, she didn't care. Dean Ambrose was looking at her. He saw her getting embarrassed but still, it was amazing.

She checked herself up in the mirror; she fixed her long brown hair so that they were only on her right side, in front of the shoulder. Then she looked at her glittering black knee-sized tight dress, put on red lipstick and finally, after checking one more time that there was really nobody inside, she lifted her breasts a bit up so now she looked smoking hot. Ready for action. No more sitting at the table, it was time for her to be herself and get those guys on their knees.

Confidently she walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly her heart started to beat faster and soon enough she realised why. He was there. Dean Ambrose was only few steps away from her, checking her out and smiling. They were not far away from the centre of the party but still, they were the only ones in this hall.

She felt she was trembling. He was making her feel uncomfortable. What should she do now? Should she say something? Or, should she just walk away? She tried not to think about who he was. She tried to imagine it was a normal situation when the guy is looking at her; she went through it a hundred of times. She swallowed down and pretended everything was fine.

It seemed like forever for her but in reality, only a couple of seconds had passed when she thought the time stopped.

"Hey," he said in a seductive deep voice while she kept her voice silent. She knew responding would be a right thing to do but she couldn't. "Are you avoiding me?" he asked her.

This time she responded. Unfortunately, not with the yes or no answer. Instead, she burst out laughing. She couldn't resist. Well, what kind of question is that anyway?

"I'm sorry," she said after a while. Her voice sounded normal. It seemed like she was okay now. She has got the situation under control. Or, her behaviour. "I don't know you, you don't know me. How could I be avoiding you?" she opposed.

He went quiet. He thought about what he should say. "Well," he started unsure how to continue, "I looked at you and you ran away."

"Don't exaggerate," she told him. He was surprised by the change in her behaviour. She didn't seem like a grey little mouse anymore. She certainly didn't look like that.

"Anyway, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he apologized.

"Wait, did you follow me here to tell me that?" Now, she was making him uncomfortable.

He really seemed to be confused. She thought it was the right moment to take off. "It was nice to meet you, Dean," she uttered on her way away from there. She couldn't believe where she found the confidence to call him by his fake first name.

She walked outside to get some fresh air. She didn't want to get any attention, she didn't want any company. That's why she went out by the back door. She was almost sure nobody would be there. And nobody was, indeed. Fortunately, music inside was so loud that she could still hear it. Therefore, she didn't feel like she was alone in the dark alley.

To enjoy her moment in the sun, she picked up a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one up. She liked looking at the sky while smoking. Especially at night, when there were stars and the moon. She just liked that atmosphere. She never considered smoking a group activity, she could only enjoy it when she did it alone and outside, in a nice spot.

While making small circles out of fume that she breathed out, she picked up her phone and kept staring at it for a while. She was thinking of calling her ex-boyfriend who probably didn't even realise it was over. She felt it was getting too serious and she didn't want it to. For her it was only a fling which lasted too long. It came out of nowhere for her when he asked her to move in with him. She didn't think much about it, she accepted it but she never agreed with it, internally. So after a month of living together, she packed up her stuff and moved out. She didn't spoke to him. She left him a note, though, on the fridge, saying that she went for a walk and not to expect her. He should get it. If not, maybe he'd call. He probably didn't even know she was in the USA. But since she had been here for three days, and he didn't call her, he probably realised it was over.

But now she wasn't so sure it was the right thing to do. Not breaking up with him, she felt pretty confident about that decision, but she should talk to him to explain her reasons. But maybe it was just alcohol speaking. Anyway, it was pretty late. She wasn't even sure if it was still Friday or Saturday already. When she looked at her phone again she found out it was about five minutes till midnight.

She put her phone back in the purse and considered having another cigarette but some time ago, she made herself a promise to smoke only one cigarette at a time. Although she had never been a though smoker she didn't want to smoke two or more cigarettes in a row. She wasn't addicted and didn't want to destroy her health either. Occasional smoking was the right dose.

Suddenly the back door opened and some drunk guy walked out. He could have been a little older than her, maybe around twenty-five but he was pretty wasted so he looked older. But still she recognised he was not a wrestler. Just some nobody like her. He was probably calling somebody because he kept shouting "Pick up, you bitch!" After a while he gave up. Since she was no longer there alone, she decided to go back inside and maybe find somebody to dance with.

"You have a cigarette?" he asked her as she was opening the door.

"Sure," she responded and closed the door again to get him one.

"And a lighter?"

"Yeah," she exclaimed irritated. She hated when somebody asked for both the cigarette and the lighter. If they want to smoke, they should get it themselves. It's like if they asked for money. Or for food. And if you're not a homeless person, you don't do that.

"What?! You have a problem with that?" he started to shout at her, too.

"No," she lied to avoid getting him angry. But it seemed like it was too late.

"You think you're better than me?" he asked her.

She just sighed. She also couldn't stand people saying this worn-out phrase.

"You know what?" he continued, not letting her get inside. "I don't want your fucking cigarette." He tried to throw it at her but since he was so wasted he missed. Fortunately for her because the dress she was wearing cost bags of money. "I want you to be my whore," he said in a voice which gave her shivers.

"I'm not going to sleep with you," she assured him.

"Oh yes, you are." He got closer trying to kiss her but she was pushing him away. She was scared but when she was younger she attended some martial-art classes so she kind of knew what to do. The only problem was she was weaker than him. And also, she was wearing a tight dress which is not something you can fight in easily.

But before he could hurt her, or before she could hurt him, the back door opened again and yes, there was Dean not taking his time, he was ready to save the situation right away. He took the offender by his throat and dragged him away to hit him right in the face.

She was watching him in the action. Now he looked exactly like he looked in the ring. He was the same monster. The monster she was not afraid of. She was sure he didn't forget about her although he was busy. What's more, she knew he was aware of her watching him. He was whispering something into that man's ear, she didn't hear it but she noticed the guy trembled afterwards.

When Dean let go of him, he fell on the floor holding his neck and coughing. She kept her mind busy thinking about what to say, how to react, how not to let him win this. First she made sure she didn't look surprised, scared or as a victim.

"Are you okay?" he asked her when he was only few steps away from her.

"Sure," she responded sharply.

"You're welcome," he said to let her know he saved the situation and she should be thankful.

"I didn't need your help."

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

"Really. Just take a look at him," she pointed at the poor guy who was now throwing up. "Do you think he would be able to hurt me?" she attacked.

"Don't be such a feminist."

"There's nothing feminist about it."

"Even though he's drunk, he would still be able to rape you, you know," he uttered what made her look at him again. Then she shook her head sceptically. So he continued, "Men are strong. You should know that since you're here."

"Yeah... I'm about to leave anyway," she stopped him and opened the door to get inside and then leave as she promised. She left him in a mute admiration. He couldn't believe how proud she was. Or was it just a mask? She really seemed like a shy girl before. Then she turned into this... bitch, maybe?

In reality, she didn't just want him to think he was something more. She was only having fun. Where would thanking him and admitting he saved her got her? She was right. That guy out there was harmless. Big words, no nuts.

She went to the dressing room to get her coat so that she could finally get away from there. For one night it was enough. Anyway, she was not in America for pleasure. There certainly were more important things than attending a wrestling party.

Fortunately for her, this attitude didn't scare him off. He was fascinated, indeed. Soon enough he was getting in her way again. She was about to leave when he appeared at the entrance.

"You really are following me, aren't you?" she posed him a simple question. This time her voice was much friendlier than before.

He smiled provocatively and crossed her way so that she had to stay right where she was. "So, Zoey... may I call you that?" he proposed waiting for her reaction.

"That's not my name," she opposed exactly how he expected.

"As mine is not Dean, and still, you called me that."

"Fair enough," she agreed.

"So, Zoey," he repeated but this time he continued. "You're a young pretty girl. Why are you here alone?"

"Like you're here with somebody," she responded.

"I'm here with my partners," he said meaning his ring partners, Roman and Seth, to what she laughed without explanation. Then she simply walked away. Again. And again, she didn't get far.

"Don't let that girl leave!" Dean commanded the bodyguards standing next to the door. And since she couldn't go anywhere she turned back to him.

"What is that?" she asked without getting an answer. "What do you want from me?" she asked again. Since he didn't answer, she tried to get outside anyway but it didn't work out for her. "Could you let me go, please?" she asked the guards this time.

"No," one of them responded shortly.

Getting a little bit angry she tried to conceive a plan. She didn't like him playing with her like with a little mouse. As she could think of only one thing to do, feeling embarrassed, she walked to him and said quietly, "Thank you for saving me." It took her a while to say it as it was very difficult to get it out.

It seemed as it pleased Dean to hear it but also that he didn't expect her to say it.

"As I said earlier, you're welcome," he responded.

"Can I leave now?" she asked him hopefully.

"Why do you want to leave?" he countered.

She stayed quiet as she couldn't come up with anything to say. She really didn't have a reason to leave. Instead, she asked him something.

"Why are following me?" was her question.

"You're an interesting person. And I've got nothing better to do," he added.

"I've got a work in the morning. That's why I wanted to leave," she suddenly answered his previous question.

For a while nobody said anything. Dean meant to let her go but then he said, "That's a lie. It's already past midnight, if you headed to your hotel right now, you wouldn't be there before one, that means you would probably go to sleep at two, therefore you would get in a better case four hours of sleep before waking up at six. That means if you really had to wake up early and that work to do would be important, you wouldn't be here at all," he concluded.

She was fascinated by his logic. It was pretty clever in reality. But there was something she still didn't understand. "Why do you think I'm going to a hotel?" she wondered.

"From your accent I can hear English is not your first language although it's almost perfect and moreover, you're using British English so you don't live in America and you certainly don't work here. So tell me, who you really are?" he asked her although he found out a lot himself.

"You're right, I'm European and I study at a British university. But although I don't work here, I have a couple of meetings to make here. But none of them is in the morning," she confessed quietly.

"So why did you really want to leave?" he wanted to know.

"Because I was bored, and ashamed of myself that I didn't find the courage to talk to any wrestler."

"You're talking to me," he reminded her.

"And why is that?" she asked again.

"As I already told you, you're an interesting girl. Now come dance with me." It sounded like a command but he said it politely enough.

She remembered when she saw Seth Rollins dancing. It looked funny. She giggled again. "I hope you dance better than your partner."

"My partner?" he was confused. "Oh, you mean Seth. Yeah, I can dance," he promised. "Can you?"

"Waltz, tango, cha-cha, salsa, rumba, samba, jive, etc." After hearing this, Dean gave her an impressive look. "But I'm not going to dance with you," she said suddenly.

"Why not?"

"Because I see what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" he wanted to hear her explanation.

"You're trying to seduce me so that I would sleep with you," she answered.

"Maybe," he admitted. "But don't tell me you don't want to sleep with me."

"No, I don't," she lied.

"And can you promise you never will?" he asked her but she didn't answer. "One dance is all I want. Then I'll let you go," he requested.

"I don't want people to see me with you," she said what made him burst out into laughter.

"Really?" he was surprised. "You don't want people to see you with me?" Hearing it she realised how stupid it was to say. It would be acceptable if it was reversed but this way around it just sounded stupid. "But okay," he continued. "If this is your condition, then we can go somewhere private."

"I didn't say it was my condition," she wanted to oppose but he stopped her.

"Ah, that's not important. Let's go," he commanded. When he saw she was not moving, he came be back and added, "You know I can carry you with ease." As she definitely didn't want people to see that, she finally followed him outside where a car was waiting which took them to the hotel.

She immediately realised she was in a trap. There was no way out. There was still possibility to just not go inside but the worst part was, she wanted to go there. Something like this had never happened to her before and although there was almost one hundred percent chance of getting sexual with this man, she didn't mind it. Maybe it was not right but she couldn't resist being a one-night stand of Dean Ambrose, or basically, any other star she admired.

"Come in," he invited her to his hotel room. Then he took off his coat and hers too. He played some music on the hi-fi set he had in the room. Surprisingly it wasn't slow, smooth music but ideal music for salsa.

"Are you kidding me?" she acted surprised. "Don't tell me you can dance salsa."

"Well, with Fandango around, one acquires some dancing skills," he exclaimed but although it sounded plausible, she still didn't believe he would be able to move his hips in the rhythm as it was needed for Latin-American dances.

When seeing her negative look he added, "Give it a try."

She smiled and nodded. Then when the beat told them to start, they did. Her dance moves very pretty impressive for somebody who had never danced professionally. But he... one had to admit he really tried, but anyway, it all seemed like a big failure. Why would he say he could dance when he actually couldn't? To get her attention and seduce her, eventually.

In the middle of the dance, she stopped, she couldn't do it anymore. She could dance but she couldn't pretend he could dance. "And tell me, did Fandango actually teach you how to dance or you were just watching him and trying to repeat what he did?" she was curious.

Dean resigned and admitted, "He started to teach me but soon enough he told me I was a lost case and he refused to continue."

"You poor little thing," she said with ironic empathy.

"Don't you want to try and see if I'm really such a bad student?" he proposed.

"Your girlfriend is the only girl that can do that," she said realising she didn't know if he was single or not.

"But... I don't have any," he assured her using a low slow voice to get her under his control.

"In that case," she thought out loud, "there could be an exception," she acceded to his game.

Then she explained to him a couple of basic steps, she showed them to him and wanted from him to repeat them. Later she added counting and joined him in a dance. Although she was a girl, she was leading him this time. That way she was sure he would do it right. When he earned some confidence, she played music so it would look more real. And even though he was originally doing it on a purpose of getting her into his bed, he was really enjoying it. Now he was even able to dance a little bit. Finally, she let him lead. Sometimes when she was unsure, she took the initiative but he looked at her letting her know he could do it himself. And after few minutes, he could dance salsa just fine.

The side effect of this lesson was that it led to a lot of touching each other, getting intimate. He didn't mind it but she wasn't sure. First she wanted to allow him to rule her but now that she was getting to know him better, although a lot of what he was saying were lies, she wanted to spend more time learning his true identity. She could sleep with a lot of other guys, even though she have never wanted to, and still, even if she had sex with Dean, she wouldn't boast about it, she didn't want anybody to know that she met him and there was a great possibility she would spend the night with him.

"Now I feel I should do something for you," he whispered into her ear while taking an advantage of her. He knew he did his job well and now she was going to do everything he wanted her to. That was a kind of reward he deserved, according to him.

While still in a dance position, dangerously close to her, his right hand which was until now on her back slipped down and settled on her butt. He pushed her even closer to him now touching each other. She being tall and also wearing high-heeled shoes allowed him to kiss her on the neck without big trouble which he usually had with other girls. Firstly, he pulled her hair away, with his eyes he found a perfect spot on her neck and then, slowly, he marked it with his lips. Feeling she felt insecure, he looked her in the eyes searching for the answer to a question whether she wanted him to stop or not. Not getting a negative response, he smiled seductively and then kissed her on her lips this time. His mission was on its way.

She wasn't feeling confident. How could she when an older wrestler was kissing her? But she didn't want to make a big deal out of it. She tried to think of him as a regular human being, forgetting about his achievements, fame and aggressive on-screen personality. This wrestling heel was no longer there with her. On the other side, when she thought of him as any other person, she was afraid even more. He was tall and strong, he could simply rape her. But he probably wouldn't use his muscles to get her. Step by step, she was letting him do with her anything he wanted. She was becoming his puppet.

As soon as she engaged in his game, when he felt her kissing him back he wanted to move on to the next stage which started with him lifting her and carrying her in his arms, then gently placing her on the bed which was big and comfortable, ideal for these kind of games, and he was kissing her through this.

She placed her arms around his neck making sure he wouldn't let her go. She stroked his hairy cheek which was sharp but comfortable anyway, then she stopped the kissing to play with his lips a little bit and she gazed into his eyes.

He was returning her look but he wanted to continue. Staring into each other's eyes was too intimate and romantic; therefore although he didn't look away, and he made sure she didn't either, he started to unzip her dress, very slowly so that she wouldn't notice immediately. And when she finally did, it seemed too late, he was already on his way and it was too late to stop him.

For a while he thought what would be the best way for him to take this dress off her. When it was the right time to do it, as he thought, she stopped and recoiled.

"Is something wrong?" he worried. She didn't say anything, she just shook her head no but it was a very unsure gesture. But he knew. She wasn't sure that this was right. It happened to him before. Girls, not women, because they're usually younger than twenty-five, tend to do it.

"I want you know that I'm not going to hurt you. If you don't want to do it, it's okay," he assured her. He didn't say it because he didn't want to do it or to change her mind but it usually made girls like him more and do it at least not to let him down. Of course, there were girls who backed off but this one didn't seem to be one of them. She just needed a little push. He saw her change in behaviour before, once she's a shy girl like she was now, but then she can turn into a vamp. He just hoped this was the time.

"I want to do it," she responded, this time she was certain. At least on the outside. She was fighting a little bit inside but to make him, and also herself, sure of her words she started to take off his clothes and he was more than happy to let her.

Soon he was leaning on her while she was lying on the bed and holding him by his back. Both of them were wearing only their underwear and after a couple more minutes of making out, they decided to take off her bra, too. She wasn't doubtful anymore so she didn't waver when he moved his hand underneath her and tried to do a magic trick with her underwear.

Unfortunately for him, before he could open it up, his phone started ringing. He tried to ignore it first but it was really annoying and killing the mood so he reached for it and picked it up, eventually.

"I'm in the middle of something right now, I'll call you in the morning," he just said. As it was really dark there, he didn't look at the name of the calling person but to tell the truth, he didn't really care at the moment. That turned out to be a big mistake.

"Do you have somebody there?" sounded a pretty annoyed voice on the line. That was when he woke up of this love jag and got crazy.

"Fuck!" he shouted. He got off the lady he was kissing passionately before and suddenly he was standing on his feet running around the room harebrained. "I'll explain it to you..." But she evidently didn't give him a chance. "Listen to me!" he begged but uselessly. She hanged up on him.

He stood there for a while knowing he fucked up. Then he remembered he was not alone there. It seemed like there was another annoyed girl he should explain something to.

"So you do have a girlfriend," she exclaimed.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"You lied to me!" she accused him.

"Yeah," he said again.

"You were going to have sex with me even though you have a girlfriend," she continued, putting her dress back on. "You're an asshole!" she shouted.

"Maybe," he agreed.

"And why aren't you going after her anyway?"

"I don't think she would forgive me. Again," he added.

"Wow, so you've done it before."

"Don't judge me," he attacked. "You have come with me here just because I'm a star and you would let me fuck you even though you don't know me at all. And anyway, why wouldn't you let me do it now? What has changed? When you came here you couldn't say for sure I hadn't had a girlfriend. And at least now you can be sure I don't have any."

"Maybe I was stupid and thought you were interested in me."

"Did you? You really thought I invited you over to dance?"

"No," she admitted.

Then he played some soft music to clear out the atmosphere and make it pleasant again.

"Come on, stay here," he urged her and pulled out his hand for her to take it. He put on his game again.

When she took it, he twisted her in a dance move she certainly didn't teach him. Was not being able to dance another lie? He placed his hand on her back but this time he didn't mean to dance. He only secured her head and safely performed another dance move, the one where she bends her back backwards forming a bow and her hair flies freely in the air. And he turned both of them around and moved forward. He guided her forward and when they stopped, he tried to look her in the eyes but she moved her sight every time. He needed to hold her head but he did it softly; she didn't look away this time.

"Let's start over again," he said softly.

"Okay," she said because she couldn't say otherwise. She was too much under his spell again. He knew exactly what he was doing and he did it well. He wouldn't let her go that easily. Nothing could stop him.

He placed her towards the wall and kissed her on the neck again. He didn't put away her dress yet, instead, with one had on her waist, he used the other one to move the short dress a little bit up so there was nothing in the way. His hand found its place on her thigh. He was aware that now she wouldn't want him to stop. She wanted more.

She tried to kiss him but he didn't let her. This game had rules. His rules. He wanted her to beg for more. He took her dress off now, he didn't want himself to be the only almost-naked one there. She happily let him do it. He looked at her bodily coloured tights and slowly took them off, being careful not to tear them. How he hated those things, most of guys did, but he couldn't let it show. He took them off once, he took them off twice and he would do it again if it was what it took to get her.

When he was done, he kissed her neck getting her crazy. He still didn't want to kiss her on the lips. He moved down, kissing her belly and then her thighs, skipping the part in between. She was in ecstasy but it was still not enough for him. Instead of getting her back to bed, he lifted her up and her beautiful legs tied around his waist. Now, there was nothing separating them... Except for their underwear. But he was working on that too. Holding her soft butt with one hand and removing her bra with the other he finally kissed her. And that was a kiss. He couldn't wait to get her. In reality, he took the bra off as fast as he could so he could fully concentrate on her lips and her tongue.

He knew the foreplay was over. None of them could handle more of it. It was time to start the real action. He moved to the bed again but he wasn't gentle anymore. He just threw her on bed and followed her there. He simply took off the last pieces of their clothes and got a hold of her.

When the sun broke in, she was on her way out, getting dressed up again and trying to leave as soon as possible. But before she could do it, he woke up, right when she was putting on her shoes.

"What are you doing?" he asked tiredly.

"I've never been someone's one-night stand before so I don't really know how it works. I thought it would be the best if I left as soon as possible," she claimed.

"Where do you have that from? Movies?" he asked making fun of her.

"You can think whatever you want, I don't care."

When she was ready to go, she just got her purse which was on the bedside table and took out the phone to see what time it was. Then she wanted to stand up but he reached for her what made her sit down again.

"What more do you want? I gave you everything last night," she reminded him.

"You're really not a romantic soul," he responded.

"And are you?"

She made him stop. He took his hand back and let her go this time. He stood up himself and looked around the room to find his clothes which were lying all over the room since yesterday night.

"Hey," he shouted at her when she was in front of the door, "you forgot your purse," he gave her a notice.

"Thanks," she gasped.

But before she could get it, her phone started ringing and it was his chance to have some more fun. He picked it up and although she tried to get it back, he was so much stronger that she stood no chance.

"Hello," he started off politely. "Who're you?" "Yeah, she's right here." He gave her the phone to which she looked at him the way that would kill him if it was possible.

"It doesn't need to bother you who that was," unlike Dean she didn't even want to be polite. "What kind of question is that?! We're not together anymore; I can do whatever I want." "Well, I'm sorry if you didn't get it right but my note meant I don't want to be with you anymore." It seemed like she forgot she was the one who ended their relationship. She was being cruel to him for no reason. "I'm sorry," she said when she realised it. "I cannot meet you now... and, I don't really want to. Bye," she ended the call.

"So it seems you weren't really single yesterday, either," he found his chance to provoke.

"It's not my fault he didn't get it."

"I could say that too."

"Really? You mean that it's not your fault your girlfriend didn't get that you were just having fun?"

"Exactly," he said laughing afterwards. "Why did you break up with him, anyway?" he changed the subject.

"He wanted more than I could give him."

"And what was that?" he kept asking.

"Love," she uttered. To what he just smiled.

"Yeah, that's too much," he said ironically.

"People don't realise it but it is," she defended herself. "They often say that they love somebody but when they sober up they realise they were lying. I've been there before," she admitted, "I don't need to be with somebody who claims to love me and want from me to do the same but I know I never will."

"Is that your philosophy?"

"Look, you have a right to disagree but I don't care. I do what I want to do."

"And what do you want to do?"

"I want to play," she said.

He smiled again and approached her, then he quickly glanced at her, still smiling, grabbed her by her back and pulled her towards him. He performed another dance move with her which enabled him to get so close to her he was easily able to kiss her, but he didn't.

"If you ever come to the U.S. again, you can stop by," he offered her.

"You mean..." she started.

"You can come to play with me," he clarified it. He took her phone and saved his number there under the pseudonym The Big Player. "Just give me a call," he said.

Then he slowly dropped her hand and let her go.