Chapter One: The Encounter

Midnight. My favorite hour. Usually, I would be awake and on my laptop, browsing Facebook looking at how pointless people's lives can be with the shit they have time to post.

However, this night I had plans. It was going to be a ladies night, going to the hottest spot in L.A for a few drinks. I was so excited. But I literally had no fucking idea how the night was going to end and what was in store for me.

My name is Akira Demoise, 27 years old. Here's how the best night of my life began.

"Come on girl we're running late"

My friend Kate was pestering me to hurry up and pick out the right outfit, but I was indecisive over a skirt or a mini-dress.

"I'm trying Kate-LYNN, this club is pretty big and and I never know who I might get the chance to hook up with!"

"You will look great in whatever, but I like that mini-dress a lot. Throw it on and let's go, and for the last time don't call me KATELYNN. Next time I won't respond"

I smirked and threw on the black spaghetti strap mini-dress that barely covered my ass, and put on my red stilettos.

Kate, our mutual friend Layla, and I all crammed into Kate's white mustang convertible, and took off to one of the hottest clubs in town…. "Neon X1". Good thing their open until 5am, since it took all three of us 'til 12am to get fully dressed.

We stepped in, it was so packed full of …. Lovely people. "Damn, I see where I'm headed after I get me a Sex On The Beach" Kate said, and I saw her staring at a tall dark-haired guy that looked way too preppy for my taste, but whatever.

I walked up to the bar and ordered myself a Long Island. It wasn't long after I finished it that I felt the urge to go to the bathroom, like really bad.

I stumbled my way into the Ladies room, clinging to the walls for balance. It was such a relief to pee, I literally let out a huge sigh. My bladder never handles alcohol well, even though I have a high tolerance, which is extremely annoying.

I went up to the sink to wash my hands, when I heard a noise. I looked up in the mirror wearily, feeling slightly paranoid. I've seen horror movies, shit always happens in the bathroom.

Okay, I just need to get the hell out of this bathroom, the liquor is messing with me,,, Nothing new there.

But just as I made my way to the door to leave, someone emerges from the far end stall…

I started to panic, I tried to run but I couldn't feel my feet, this guy is going to try to rape me isn't he?.

I mustered the breath to say quietly as I started to look more clearly at who was stalking me " Look, I just wanted to piss, don't hurt me?"

When I finished scanning this man from the bottom up and met his eyes, my jaw dropped.

Dean Motherfucking Ambrose.

Dean. Ambrose.

….AMBROSE?! No, this has to be like, a dream.

He got closer, circled my body, scanning me… Then he stood behind me. He got even closer. I could feel his breath on my neck. I started to blush. He wrapped a strong arm around my neck and got close to my ear. I could feel his sexy hair ( I had always dreamed of running my fingers through) dangle on the nape of my neck. He whispered in my ear " You're coming with me and youre not going to say a fucking word to anyone about what happens to you tonight, you got that?"

I nodded, half scared, half excited. I always knew Dean was crazy in the ring, afterall, he is the Lunatic Fringe. But was he really this way in everyday life? Guess I was about to find out, and I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I was willing to find out.