Dean looked surprised when Carmella sat down next to him in catering. He didn't have much to do with the woman or her boyfriend Cass. Last time he even spoke to her was three weeks ago when they happened to meet by accident in a bar. He had shared a couple of beers with the couple. Apparently way more than he could handle because he had no memory of the rest of the night. He woke up naked and alone next morning. His own girlfriend Aya hadn't been on the road that week due to shooting a cameo in a tv show.
"You've been avoiding me," Carmella said.
"Hardly," Dean put on a sideways smile. "I've been here the entire time. Anything you want?"
"You, daddy," she said.
He coughed as he choked on his own spit. He couldn't have heard what he had just heard. Carmella wanting him. Carmella calling him daddy. It made no sense.
"I'm pregnant," she continued.
"Congratulations," he said.
"It's yours," she said.
"That's impossible. We've never been together," he said.
"Haven't we?" She smirked. "Because three weeks ago I ended up in your bed. Sorry for sneaking out during the night. Jeez, we were so drunk. I forgot to tell you I'm not on the pill but you didn't seem eager to use a condom anyway. You're gonna be a daddy, Dean."
"Is this a joke?" He growled. "Because I tell you, I'm about one second from losing it. This is not funny."
She turned her phone around and showed him the pictures on it. There they were in bed together. They were both naked. They had to have been taken after sex because he looked like he was already asleep.
"No joke," she said. "Congratulations, daddy."
"What the fuck do you want from me?" He asked.
"Not much. I don't need money, and Cass is gonna be there as the father. However, there is this one thing I want," she said.
"What?" He barked.
"Break up with Aya," she said.
"No," he said.
"Or I'll tell her everything and show her the pictures," she said. "Break up with her and she'll never know. And I don't want you to just break her heart. I want you to break her for good. Do that and the entire world will be told it's Cass's child."
She stood up with a cruel smile on her face, blew a kiss in the air, and walked out of catering. He was left feeling hollow and hurt. Aya could never know. Whatever had happened that night, it hadn't been him. He would never cheat on her. She was his everything.
He managed to get through the show and back to their hotel room without acting differently than normal. He watched her as she undressed, humming like she always did. His perfect, beautiful, havana brown haired, forest green eyed woman. She undressed down to her baby pink underwear with the red flowers. He loved that set. He had bought it for her. He took his eyes off her and looked at the wall instead.
He was about to break her heart. He couldn't tell her about Carmella. He knew she'd never forgive infidelity. Not after that ex of hers. Back then she didn't have the confidence she had now, and she let him walk all over her again and again. When she found Dean, she told him that was the only thing she could never forgive. She couldn't go through that again. He knew he had to do what Carmella had asked. He had to leave her. He would lose her no matter what, he would be the asshole no matter what, but at least she wouldn't feel the intense heartbreak of knowing he had slept with another woman.
"Dean?" She asked.
He looked up in her eyes and she looked worried.
"What's wrong? You look like something's bothering you," she said.
"I... Ehm... Fuck!" He said.
He stood up, strode towards her, and pulled her into his arms. He almost crushed her from how tight he hugged her. He knew it was the last time, and he needed it bad. He started crying down in her hair. He never wanted to let her go.
"Dean! Hey Dean, look at me!" She demanded. "What's wrong?"
"I can't do this anymore," he said.
"Do what?" She asked.
He let go of her and took a step backwards. His heart was breaking like never before. There was no turning back. He would lose her no matter what he said.
"I'm breaking up with you," he said.
"What? Just like that?" She asked.
"Yeah, you were just a rebound from Renee anyway," he said.
He had delivered the perfect blow. He was the perfect asshole. The guy she could be angry with. The guy she could tell all her friends that she wanted to stab for ever playing her like that. Rather that than the cheating guy who apparently didn't have enough in her.
"I was just a rebound?" She asked.
"Yeah, it was fun for a while but I'm not having fun anymore," he said.
"If I was just a rebound, then why are you crying?" She asked.
Fuck those tears. No woman ever made him cry like this before. He hadn't been able to control it but now he had to. He dried his eyes with his hands and found that cold son of a bitch hidden deep inside him.
"You were just a charity case, alright? I only wanted to fuck you one night because no one else wanted to bother with you. It turned out you're pretty good in bed so I kept you around to keep my dick wet," he said. "Don't sweat about it, darling. We had a fun run, right?"
She looked down as tears started running down her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, apologize, and tell her over and over how much he loved her and that she was the only one for him. It was better this way. There was a kid coming, and if she knew it was Dean's and not Cass's, she wouldn't be able to handle it. She would probably quit wrestling all together. This way she would stay around and keep doing what she loved. And one day she would find someone else to love, and he would let her. No matter how much it might hurt.
"Get out," she said lowly.
Her voice was barely above a whisper and it cracked as she spoke. He nodded even though she didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the floor while he packed his suitcase in record speed. He threw his key card on the bed and left the room. He walked further down the hall until he reached Roman's door. He started knocking on it until Roman opened. Seeing his friend on the other side made him break down into a sobbing mess.
"Wow, Dean," Roman said surprised. "Shit, what's going on?"
Dean was pulled into the room and he felt Roman's arms embrace him in a hug.
"Talk to me," Roman said.
"We broke up," Dean cried.
"Why?" Roman asked.
"Because I'm the biggest asshole to ever walk this earth," Dean answered. "I don't wanna talk about it, Roman. I just need a place to crash tonight."
"Okay," Roman said. "You can sleep here. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be ready to listen."
