Yeah; it took my parent's approximately three minutes to go from escaping the mêlée in the ring to their office where the screaming began. I had my mom on one side of me; my father on the other side of me and Randy pacing in front of me. After a few minutes; I can't even make out what either one of them are saying, their two voices are just blurring into random noise.

"What the hell were you thinking, Aurora? Huh? Christ; it's bad enough we have to put up with this attitude at home, but now you do that out in public! Do you have any idea how embarrassed your mother and I are?" My father scolded me like I was 3 years old again.

"Ambrose! Of all people, Aurora; Jesus! He's a…well a bastard!" My mother threw her two cents in.

"Ambrose fucks any cheap piece of ass that walks past him! Is that what you are? A whore?" Randy said waving his arms around; like he actually has anything to say about anything.

"You wish Orton! If I was; you might actually stand a chance. I would charge you extra though; cause you're an asshole!" I sneer at him. "Seriously? You two are going to sit here and let him call me a whore? Real nice! I'm outta here!" I rolled my eyes at my parents and stormed out of their office. As I walk through the backstage area; I search my purse for a joint or a cigarette, at this point I don't even care which. I finally manage to locate a joint and head outside the building to a spot near the production trucks. I spark up the joint and enjoy my first drag; closing my eyes and leaning up against the wall of the arena, enjoying the moment.

"It's illegal you know?" A raspy male voice says from next to me. I'm just about to tell whoever he is to fuck off; when I happen to open my eyes and see who it is, 'Kiss Guy'. Of course; I now know at least part of his name is Ambrose, I'm guessing last name. I turn my head towards him, inhaling my smoke.

"You calling the cops?" I make eye contact with him again. He laughs loudly.

"I'm no Narc; but sweetheart, aren't you a little young to be using that stuff?" He grins at me.

"Sweetheart? Did I miss the part where we started a relationship?" I grin back.

"Well; you did make-out with me in the middle of the ring, you didn't even buy me dinner first!" He chuckled.

"Oh I'm sorry; you didn't look like a 'dinner by candlelight' type of guy, Stud!" I smile. I took another drag off my joint.

"See? We've already got the cutesy nick-names for each other! We're half way to getting married, sweetheart. Who are you anyways; some new Diva trying to make a name for herself?" He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

"Nope. I'm Aurora; and I'm no Diva." I scoffed at him.

"I'm Dean Ambrose; Nice to meet you Aurora! You got a last name?" He asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" I smiled. I took one last, really long drag off my joint. "Well; Dean Ambrose 'Stud', I'd love to stay and chat some more, but I've got places to be. See you again sometime; if you're lucky!" I give him a wink and walk off. I call one our drivers from my cell phone and have him drive me back to the hotel; where thankfully, I have my own suite. I get settled in and break open the mini-bar; which my parents really should have known better than to give me access to. You know what is great? The fact that in these "expensive" suites; the kind only people like my parents, my grand-father and any Fortune 500 business exec, has access to. They stock the "minibar" with full bottles of the expensive booze! I had already invited 25 of my "closest friends", which means I might have met them once in some club somewhere; to my party. Who knew it would grow bigger than that? Oh wait! I did! I answered the door on the next knock we got; only to find three men standing at my door with a smile. One of which I knew way better than the others. "Stud! What a complete surprise! You brought your two friends with you also…fantastic!" I stood off the side of the door and let all three of them inside.

He worked his way through the crowd to where I was holding court about 30 minutes later. "You're a popular woman Ms. McMahon." He smiled.

"Wonders never cease; Mr. Ambrose. How did you find me?" I grinned, knowing perfectly how he found me; after all how many Aurora's could there be in this hotel."

"As it turns out; Aurora is a pretty unusual name. Disney Princess. What was it again Seth?" He smiled.

"Sleeping Beauty!" Seth offered up freely; like Dean didn't already know the answer. I look at the guy now identified as Seth; I find it odd that he seems to know an awful lot about Disney Princesses.

I smiled. "Do I look like a Disney Princess to you, Mr. Ambrose?" I asked.

"To quote you; Nope." He smiled back. "However; in my experience, the McMahons tend to get what they want. Apparently; this evening, what you wanted was me!"

"Maybe. However; I wasn't doing you and your friends a favor. I was trying to piss my parents off!" I laughed. I stopped laughing when he approached me in only three steps.

"You might be right; you may have been trying to piss mommy and daddy off, but you pushed it that much further didn't you? You; chose a guy that your parents had it in for. You could have just sent my friends and me a message backstage; that would have pissed them off. Instead; Sweetheart, you made out with me in front of them and Randy, who based on his reaction wanted that honor." He laughed this time. So what's the deal, sweetheart?"

"There is no deal, Stud. Consider it a one time show." I smile sweetly at him. I watch him as he cocks his head; like he's listening for something. All I can hear is the music that's playing in the background. He turns his face back to me.

"So Princess; you dance?" He asks.

"Sure, I know how to dance; why?" He doesn't answer me; instead he grabs my hand and pulls me out into the middle of the room. Dean yanks me towards him until I collide into his chest; one of his arms wraps around my back, keeping me against him. His other arm wraps around my waist; his hand again planting firmly on my ass. I can't say it was really dancing; Dean was really just grinding against me so I figured what the hell! It's not like he's the first guy I've ever grinded against; though he seemed a little surprised when I started to grind back into him. He grinned at me.

"So; how much trouble were you in when your parents got ahold of you earlier?" He said right into my ear.

"They yelled; I ignored, Randy accused me of being a whore and that's when I spilt and you found me getting high." I shrugged at him. Dean stopped grinding but still had me tight to him; he made this low growling noise.

"Orton accused you of being a whore? Is he still breathing, I bet Trips beat him into next week!" He looked like he was pissed; but I'm probably misreading it, why the fuck would he care about anything thing anyone says about me. Whatever. I snorted at the fact he thought my father would stand up for me.

"Please! They both sat there and didn't say shit. Randy is so far up my father's ass it's impossible to tell where one starts and the other ends. Mommy and Daddy would be thrilled if I gave that prick the time of day; Shit my dad would blow his load, if I said I'd marry Randy and pop out some kids." I said sarcastically.

"Well Princess, that ain't happening! I'll be sure punch Randy a few times for ya; next time I get my hands on him. Marriage and Kids? How old are you anyways, sweetheart?" He grinned.

"I'm 19. How old are you?" I shot back at him.

"29. I suppose that makes me the responsible one, Princess." He pulled away from me. "I think we can help each other; we both want to piss off your parents. How about this; you and I start hanging around each other, and we prove all of them wrong. What better ways to piss them off, than make all of them eat their own words?" Dean proposed.

"What are we talking about here? I hang out with you and what? Become a role model for the future girls of America?" I chuckled.

"Well sweetheart; let's not get that crazy, I think we'll figure it out. You in for some fun?" He smiled.

"What the hell; at least it won't be boring!" I smiled back.