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Mariana

Lowering the phone from her ear to look at the screen now black making her reflection look back at her, a small pang of guilt coursed through causing her to sigh as she looked away "God what is wrong with me?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose as she gave out a frustrated breath she needed to talk to Eliza to find out exactly what was going through her mind when she gave her number out willingly without her consent.

Mariana flipped through her contacts until Eliza's name and photo displayed, pressing the phone to her ear she listened as it rang, once, twice and then Eliza answered with her musical singsong voice "Well, hey you."

Her anger flared again when Eliza spoke, typical Eliza. Always happy go lucky, like nothing could go wrong. Taking a deep breath she began to say "Don't hey you, me. Who do you think you are just throwing my number around like poker chips?" Mariana snapped harshly, her fingers dug into the bedding as she listened to Eliza yelp quietly - like a puppy who was scolded for peeing on the rug.

Eliza began to mumble softly until her voice found itself with a small whisper "Mariana… I didn't just throw your number around and hope for the best. I just thought with all your hassle with Travis that maybe having some kind of distraction would help you forget..."

Those words pained her, like heartbreaking to a thousand pieces kind of pain, sucking back the tears Mariana asked "So you just thought, why not just give my best friends number out, to some strange guy without talking to her about it because you thought it would be a chance for her to forget about the one guy that understood her. A guy that actually took the time to see how she was…how…" she stopped too pained to even continue. It was useless, Eliza had no clue how she felt.

"Mars" she began to say in a motherly hushed tone "I was going to call you today and tell you all about him and I know. I jumped the gun and I understand how mad you are, but come on. You've been telling me how ready you are to move on, to be the Mariana you know you can be. Where's that chick right now? "

It was true, she had been telling everyone just how ready she was to move on and start anew. And she had, with Randy the night before. So why did she need Eliza to set her up with some could be creep.

"Mars…you there?" Eliza asked breaking her thought.

"Yeah…" she sighed in defeat "Okay, I have been saying that. I just…I don't know Eliza. How do I know this guy isn't some creep that you met at some random event with what's his face." Her voice sounded skeptical as she picked at a feather that poked out of the duvet she had been using.

"His name is Roman, you know that and he's not some creep. He's actually one of Roman's good friend and for your information he's not some creepy. He's actually a pretty decent guy" she paused "…when you get to know him."

"When I get to know him?" she repeated suspiciously "what does that even mean?'

"I mean he's a little…I don't know. Different." Her voice trailed off quietly when she spoke the word 'different'.

"Eliza…What are you not telling me?" Mariana pushed, there would be no way she would meet a guy that even her best friend wouldn't say much about.

"Would you just trust me and go on one date. If it doesn't work then you don't have to see him again. What could go wrong?" Eliza evaded the topic of just how different Dean could be and it worked when she added a soft "please."

Sighing Mariana stood from the bed and walked towards the mirror "Everything could go wrong" she muttered then cleared her throat "One date…" she repeated to her reflection "that's it. One date and if it doesn't work you will stop giving my number out to random guys."

"Deal" she said in her upbeat tone.

"Fine...I should probably call him back and apologise." She said pushing the strands of blonde hair so they cascaded onto her back.

"You won't regret it! Call me later." Eliza said happily.

"Ah huh. Talk to you later" Mariana grumbled before hitting end of the phone. Dropping her arm so that it rest against her clothed thigh she let out a breath of frustration. The person standing in front of her looked ragged, her blonde hair knotted slightly and the make-up she carelessly forgot to take off the night before caused round black rings to rest under her blue eyes, she was even wearing the same outfit from the night before. Maybe she'd go home first to take a shower, and eat something before calling this mysterious Dean character.

Dean

Unsure how to take the phone call from what sounded to be a stunning female, he shrugged it off and pocketed the phone before slinking on his leather jacket. He had no time for some stuck up brat thinking she was queen of the world. Okay, he honestly had no idea what this chick was like besides what Eliza had said and that wasn't much either. But, if she was anything like Eliza maybe it would be worth making a second call? "Fuck that…she can call Me." he said shaking his head of the thought "Bitches don't get a second phone call." he told himself quietly.

Walking out the door before closing it he stretched slightly causing the leather to creak and moan against his muscular biceps, he hadn't had the best sleep the night before. It could have been a mixture of the chick that stayed the night in his bed that happened to move erratically like some spastic dog that couldn't stay still or it could have been that he never really slept all that well in the nights to begin with. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had an actual full night's sleep. Well, without the aid of alcohol, or sleeping pills to force him to sleep. Today would be a rough one and if he was lucky enough he could sleep albeit for not long but long enough to feel somewhat rested.

Craning his head to the sky he looked up at the cloudless blue before sucking in a heavy breath, running a hand through his shaggy dirty blonde hair that he carelessly forgot to style. He looked down at his black Harley that sparkled in the sun; there was nothing better than riding free without the constraints of a seat belt or a metal box crowding him. Walking over to the bike he straddled the seat than sat down as his phone buzzed. Licking his upper lip he pulled out the phone without looking at the caller id "Yeah?" he hadn't meant to sound annoyed it just kind of came out on instinct.

"That's how you greet someone that calls you? Fuck man, get some fucking manners?" a voice said angrily.

'Shit…' he mouthed annoyed, he knew full well he was already running late and with Mick calling to make sure that he was not just fifteen minutes but a good hour and a half late was just the icing on top of the proverbial slice of cake. "Sorry man" he said trying to sound more alert there for making him sound a little more chipper "Just got caught up in a meeting, I'll be there in twenty." Hoping that would be enough and Mick would drop his lecture seemed to fail.

"First, don't you bullshit me that you had some important fucking meeting that you couldn't take a minute to call and second. Do you really think I'm that fucking dumb?" he barked out a laugh "I know about the chick from last night and how she was practically all over you at the bar. It doesn't take a genius to put those together."

"It doesn't matter why I'm running late I'm coming in now. I'll be there in twenty, Mick." placing a hand onto of the handlebar, he rolled his eyes.

A sharp laugh escaped from Mick "Lose the god damned attitude, just get your ass in now! And don't take your goddamn time to scope out the ring rats around the gym." He warned before hanging up after those words leaving Dean clenching the phone. He hated the way Mick ended calls, it just seemed, rude. Not that Dean was a picture of kindness; he actually prided himself on being an asshole. No real emotion, means no pain or suffering and Dean was just fine acting the way he did. Pocketing the phone he kicked the stand of his bike, turned the key to ignite a loud thunderous rumble below him, and then rode off to the gym, he just might take a small detour to piss off ole Mick, just for the fun of it.

After another lecture from Mick and Dean ultimately apologising to him had he started the day. The first few hours were spent with a wannabe wrestler who was determined to join TNA. Dean could appreciate the guy's determination and hard word, but he knew the moment the trainee went onto the big stage he would never make it simply by the way the guy shook when Dean stepped into the ring. As if the was a twinkle or fear, and failure that rolled across his face. That never stopped Dean though, a paycheque was a paycheque.

For the remainder of the day and the few clients he had was he finally in his office, his black booted feet kicked up on the desk and his hands rest against his lean, muscular stomach as he closed his eyes for a well needed catnap. Dreams soon began to elude him, a woman sat in front of the desk, her hair pulled up into a high pony tail and her green eyes pierced bright.

"Dean…" the lyrical voice began to say "Take me." She ended by groaning softly.

Placing both hands on the chair he sat up "Eliza?" He asked curiously with a tilt of the head to the female ahead of him. Bending forward she gave a sheepish grin before running her finger along her bare thigh. "Fuck Eliza, what are you doing here?" he asked curiously, running a hand along his jaw he watched in awe at the way Eliza ran her fingers along her body eventually leading her index finger to rest on her mouth.

"I need you, Dean. Roman just…" she sighed dramatically "not cutting it and I know you would be more than happy to fill the role." Smiling once more she lifted herself off the chair to walk towards Dean who now sat at attention.

Licking his lip greedily he watched as she swayed her hips from side to side towards his direction "Come take a ride then…see what you're missing." Patting his thigh to beckon her to straddle him she followed his direction as her lean leg draped over him then slowly sat down. His hands found home instantly on her hips.

"Fuck Eliza. You have no idea how much I've wanted this." He groaned softly, lifting a hand to cup the back of her neck he pulled her into kiss but was interrupted as the song 'Thunderstruck' began to invade the room.

"You should get that…" she whispered harshly into his ear causing him to jolt out of his sleep. Swearing softly reached into his pocket and answered.

"Yeah?" he barked.

"Oh…ugh…" there was a brief pause before the caller cleared her throat "Sorry to bother you but is this Dean?" the familiar voice asked.

He really needed to get into the habit of checking who was calling, he thought to himself. Closing his eyes he knew that voice "Yeah, who's this?" he asked trying to sound a little more calm.

"It's Mariana, you called me earlier." She said a little more at ease.

Sitting up he gave a confused smile "The chick that basically told me to fuck off?"

She giggled softly "Yeah, something along the lines of that." Taking a deep breath in she clearly had something important to say "listen, I just wanted to apologise for this morning. If I had known that my good friend was just handing out my number I wouldn't have been as upset."

He hadn't even thought that Mariana wouldn't know about his call "Hey don't worry about it." He said coolly "Shit happens."

"Oh…" she said surprised like she had expected a lot more instead of what he had said "Cool. Ugh, so if you still wanted to get together I'm game. Just let me know the day and we'll make something work." She said bluntly.

"How does tomorrow sound at Gibson's around seven? That's my only real free day" he said impressed that she hadn't continued to apologise about her mistake. She owned up to it and damn if that wasn't sexy enough he couldn't wait to see what this mysterious Mariana had to hold.

"Sure, I can make it work. "She happily said.

"Great…" he began to say before Seth crashed into his office.

"Dude, we need you. NOW!" Seth urgently said as two guys began to holler at each other from the ring.

"Listen, I have to go. See you tomorrow then." He said while flipping Seth off for interrupting him.

"Sure, see you tomorrow." Mariana said before Dean hung up the phone.

Slamming the phone down onto the desk a little harder than intended he stood and stormed towards the gym where two large muscular men screaming back and forth.

"Hey!" he barked towards the two men who now spun to see Dean standing with clenched fists "Are you kidding me? Are you both twelve?" The two men just stared as they watched Dean enter the ring.

Running a hand through his hair, he began to shake his head "Either you treat this place with respect and don't act like a bunch of spoiled fucking brats or get the fuck out of this gym and don't return. What's it going to be gentleman?" he waited as the two men looked at each other than towards Dean.

"Sorry man…Won't happen again." The one said as the other began to shake his head in agreement.

"You're damn right it won't happen again. Now leave, you're both done for the day." He said calmly before spinning on his heels then stormed back towards his office. Some day's he really enjoyed the gym, other days, not so much and today with the frustrating dream, the phone call and now this shit he was about done for the day himself.

Sitting back down at his desk he thought about tomorrow and realized he had no clue what Mariana looked like. Deciding instead of sending her a message asking for a photo he opened Eliza's contact and sent her a message.

Dean: Hey Eliza, meeting your friend. Got a picture of her?

He waited momentarily before his phone vibrated.

Eliza: ugh, sure. This was about a week ago

The attachment was of Eliza and a stunning long blonde haired woman, with piercing blue eyes, a smile that would make any guy turn into jelly, curves all in the right place and tits that filled the little red dress she wore, if he had to guess she was definitely a 'C'. "Shit…" he blew out a breath, she was stunning. He sat, stunned and surprised just how beautiful this chick was. In a way he was kicking himself for his attitude earlier in the morning, she was definitely worth the second call; even if the call was made by her and not him.