He had stayed away from her for two weeks. It wasn't unusual. They were only together when he needed a fix to turn his bad days around to something good. It wasn't like he didn't see her. She was a backstage runner so he saw her all the time.

"Dean, quick note from Vince," she handed him a piece of paper.
"Change of plans?" He looked at the paper. "Taking on Jinder instead of Elias? That's gonna be a shit show."
"Elias is out with the flu," she said. "Gotta run."
"Thanks, babe," he said.

He saw the way she looked at him when he called her babe. She always tried to hide it but he saw it everytime. He called every woman babe and she knew it. It meant nothing special. And still her eyes always kind of flickered but she would move away quickly, pretending that she hadn't heard him or that she didn't care about it.

"Dean, I hear it's you and me tonight," Jinder came walking towards him.
"Looks like it," Dean forced a smile. "Let's go over some spots."

It had been a shitty match. Utterly trash to watch and the audience had let them know by chanting "this is boring". Jinder and Dean just didn't connect at all and Jinder had botched several moves which had put Dean in a bad mood.

"Easy, uce," Roman grabbed his shoulder. "Next week they all will have forgotten about it."
"You know I don't do bad matches. It's not me. I'm one of the best," Dean said.
"Yes, you are. That's why you shouldn't let this get to you," Roman said.
"Whatever!" Dean shrugged Roman's hand off his shoulder. "Wanna go out for a drink?"
"Sure," Roman said.

They walked to the nearest bar and hoped they would be left alone. They did for the first three beers and then some drunk and very loud girl came running to their table.

"Oh my god! Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose! Please, sign my tits!" She yelled.

She yanked her already low cut top down and exposed her midnight blue bra and her way too big silicone breasts.

"Please, cover up," Roman said.
"No, sign them. There's room enough," she said.
"You don't say," Dean said. "Look, babe, stop making a fool out of yourself and just leave us in peace."
"A fool?" The girl suddenly turned her head and yelled as loud as she could. "Malcolm!"

It didn't take many seconds for a beef of a man to walk over and put his arm around her shoulders.

"What's going on here? Why are your tits hanging out?" He asked.
"They won't sign them. And Dean called me a fool," she pouted.
"You called my girl a fool?" Malcolm lowered himself down to look Dean in the eyes.
"I sure did," Dean grinned.
"Oh fuck!" Roman mumbled.

The fight was on quickly. How this stranger had thought taking on two wrestlers on his own was a good idea was beyond everyone. He got a good punch in, splitting Dean's eyebrow open, before Roman jumped up and joined in. The man didn't stand a chance and soon he was face down on the floor, wisely choosing not to get back up and continue the fight.

"I'm sorry!" He cried.
"Let's just go," Roman said.

Once back at the hotel and inside the elevator, Roman pressed the button for their floor. Dean reached over and pressed another button right after.

"Really, Dean?" Roman asked.
"Just shut up, Roman. I need to see her," Dean said.

Roman knew it would be pointless to continue the argument and he stepped out on their floor without another word while Dean rode further up to her floor. He walked to her door and knocked on it and shortly after she opened. He took in the sight of her in an oversize tee, knowing only a pair of panties was hiding underneath.

"Hi babe," he said.
"Oh my god, Dean, what happened?" She asked.

She reached her hand towards his eyebrow but he grabbed her wrist and pushed himself inside the room.

"Just a good old bar fight," he grinned. "I won."
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"I will be as soon as you let me bury my dick deep inside your pussy," he answered.

He started undressing without waiting for an answer. She nodded and walked towards the bed while pulling the tee over her head. She hooked her panties but he was fast behind her, pushing her hands away and taking over. He normally let her undress herself but for some reason he needed to be the one to slide those panties down her legs that night. Once it was done, he quickly finished his own undressing and threw them both down on the bed.

It was the same as always. Hard kisses and bites, going crazy on her, thrusting two fingers inside her to warm her up while her nails gave him delightful pain by scratching down his back. Once she was wet enough for his liking, he pulled his fingers out and was quickly on top of her while pushing his dick inside her.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, biting down on her soft skin while he fucked her as fast and hard as he could. She moaned as always, sweet sounds to him, and he continued fucking the living daylight out of her. He knew her toes curled, he could see it in his mind, as she let go and moaned so beautiful as he made her cum. Once again he came with her, thrusting into her as deep as he could.

For a few seconds he laid there with his head still buried in her neck, panting and heaving, before finally raising his head to look at her. There those soulful eyes were again, longing for something, longing for someone. It was in that moment he knew Roman was right. He crashed his lips down on hers, kissing her like never before, and she let him. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms until he broke the kiss and finally pulled out of her and left the bed.

He dressed himself but this time he looked at her while doing it, watching as she wrapped herself in the sheets, not knowing where to place her eyes since he usually had his back against her. Once he was fully dressed, her eyes finally caught his again.

"Are you in love with me?" He asked.
"What?" She looked surprised.
"Just answer the question," he said.
"Dean, you can't be serious," she said.
"It's a simple yes or no question," he cut her off. "Are you in love with me?"

For a few seconds she just stared at him and the air suddenly seemed way too heavy.

"Yes," she finally answered.

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. Roman was right and somewhere deep down Dean had always known that this was the case. He just didn't want to admit it to himself because knowing for sure also meant he had to do what he was about to do.

"You can't be. I'm no good. I gotta do what's right so this thing right here..." He pointed between them. "It's over. You and I are done."
"Dean..." She tried.
"No, this is how it's gonna be. Just save yourself and stay far away from me. Find someone who'll treat you good," he said.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" He asked.
"What the fuck do you want me to say?" She got out of bed and forgot all about covering herself. "This thing was always about you and what you wanted. You never cared about me and I knew that. I accepted that. I let you walk all over me because I love you. I don't want to but I do and that's my problem. Not yours. So just get the fuck out."

He was taken aback for a second by this angry woman in front of him. He never knew she could go against him like this and even though she was actually agreeing with him, he suddenly felt the urge to fight back.

"Listen, babe..." He started.
"No!" She shouted. "Get the fuck out and leave me the hell alone!"

How he wanted to fight back, just grab her arms and shout a whole lot right up in her face, but instead he just nodded and accepted it. After all, this was what he asked for. He got what he wanted. He couldn't take it back now.

"Right, see you around," he said.
"Unfortunately so," she crossed her arms. "You're not a good man, Dean Ambrose."
"I never claimed to be," he said.

He slammed the door behind him as he left and soon after he found himself back in his own room where Roman was sitting on his bed and looking at him.

"Are you happy now? I fucking broke it off with her!" Dean shouted.

Instead of saying anything, Roman got up from the bed and pulled Dean in for a hug.

"You did the right thing," he finally said.
"Then why does it hurt so much?" Dean asked.