One
"This one's on me."
Dean Ambrose looked at his best friend, Seth Rollins with envy as he slid a hundred dollar note across the table at Dan's Bar. "Promotion?"
"Nah." Seth sipped his cocktail. "New man."
"Rich man."
"You don't know the half of it. I found him online."
"Online dating?"
"You know it. Hey, speaking of new, how's your new job coming along?"
Dean bit his lip. "I don't know. No one's rented me out."
"Sorry to hear that," Seth empathised. "Don't worry. You'll get someone."
He hoped his friend was right. Dean had found a job after months of unemployment as a social escort for a new agency called Stephanie's. The agency allowed their escorts to be rented out for a period of a week maximum for up to eight hours a day.
It was an arrangement that worked for the company. Dean had seen many of his colleagues getting offers.
But he… he was still waiting for his turn.
It had been a tough six months prior to this for Dean including being dumped by his boyfriend, Dolph Ziggler for some dude who worked at Wall Street.
"I don't know, Seth. Maybe I should find something else-"
"Dean, I really think you ought to be patient. You won't know what happens next. Give it a week more."
Dean nodded before placing another order for a beer. His eyes scanned the room and found a pair of grey eyes staring at him from the dimly lit area of the VIP section.
A shiver ran down his spine; he didn't need any trouble.
Dean sipped from his new mug of beer as Seth rattled on about his job at Merrill Lynch. He couldn't shake off the nerves he was having. Slowly, he turned his head and found the grey eyes still on him.
Fuck.
Those eyes.
So intense.
"What's your guy's name?" Dean asked, hoping to distract himself from the mysterious man.
Seth grinned. "Hunter. Hunter Hearst Helmsley."
"Nice name. What does he do?"
"He's the CEO of Hunter Technologies Research Lab."
"CEO? Woah Seth. You really landed yourself a catch."
"I know." His best friend beamed. "Maybe you should try online dating. It's been a while, Dean."
The two toned man excused himself to go to the gents. Dean quickly downed his beer. Better to head back after this-
"Do you always finish your drink this fast?" a smooth, deep voice asked him.
Turning around slowly, he found himself staring at Grey Eyes. Up close, he was a vision to look at: black hair secured in a tight man bun with moustache and beard, luscious lips and those eyes… "Not… not really," he asked.
"Then why are you hurrying home?" Grey Eyes asked.
"I don't know. Maybe because I have other things to do." He bit his lip. "I noticed you staring at me across the room."
Grey Eyes smirked. "Can't help it. Look at you."
"I look average."
"Anyone who told you that is a liar."
"Listen, pal, I gotta go."
"Aren't you going to wait for your friend?"
"No. I'll just send him a text."
"Don't go," Grey Eyes said. "Let me buy you a drink."
Dean looked at him dubiously. "A drink? I don't even know your name."
"People have to give you their names to buy you a drink?"
"Well, yeah."
"High handed."
"No. Just cautious."
Grey Eyes smiled at him which took him by surprise. "Roman Reigns."
Dean's eyes widened. "Roman Reigns? Aren't you the CEO of Reigns Music Group?"
"Yeah. It's been in my family for years."
"Name's Dean. So what are you doing here buying a social escort a drink?"
Roman raised an eyebrow. "You're a social escort?"
"Yeah. Well, no one's hired me yet."
"Which company?"
"Stephanie's. It's a fairly new agency-"
"I've heard of it."
At that point, Seth returned back to his seat but not before giving Roman an appreciative look. Dean recognised that look; Seth was lusting after him. "Hello…" the two toned man greeted.
"Hi," Roman replied briskly, his eyes still on Dean.
The auburn haired man was surprised that this fine man of powerful stature was looking at him that way, as if he were undressing him with his eyes.
"So I got to go," Roman continued. "Dean, it was a pleasure meeting you." He turned to Seth. "You too."
As quickly as he had shown up, he exited the bar.
"Dude, who is that?" Seth asked.
"Some guy," Dean fibbed, his eyes still gazing at the exit.
When Dean woke up the next morning, he found several missed calls on his phone from Stephanie McMahon, his boss. Quickly, he tapped on the screen to return her call. "Hey, Steph," he greeted. "Sorry I missed your call."
"It doesn't matter," she quickly answered. "You've been booked, Dean. For a whole month."
He sat up immediately. "What? Are you shitting me?"
"No! I was shocked when I saw who it was too."
Dean had a hunch who it was but asked her nonetheless, "Who?"
"Roman Reigns."
"So I'm supposed to escort him every day?"
"Yeah. I'll email you the details. The money is in your bank though. Roman wanted a special arrangement so the money's been deposited directly to your bank account."
Dean thanked her before ending the call. Roman had hired him. Well, he wasn't that surprised that he hired. But he was surprised about why though. His phone beeped again and Dean found himself scrolling through the email Stephanie had sent.
Nothing out of the blue with the usual terms and conditions. Stephanie had also given him his number. Dean highlighted the number to store it in his phone before taking a deep breath to call his new client.
"Good morning," came Roman's cool greeting.
"Hey, Roman. It's Dean. So ummm-"
"Hey, Dean." His voice was filled with warmth now. "I guess you heard that I hired you."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"No problem. I work in an industry filled with fake people. It's nice to meet someone who's genuine."
"You don't know me, Roman."
"I can read people well. I do business, you know."
"So how does this arrangement between us work?"
"Well, can you meet me at noon? I'd like to take you out for lunch."
"Yeah sure."
"Great. There's a cosy cafe called Wild Flowers near Bentley Street. I'll be waiting for you there."
"Should I dress in a suit-"
"Dress however you want. See you soon."
The line went dead; Dean stared at it. Guess he had an appointment to get ready for.
A/N So I know I have no business writing a new fic but this is a short one.