Here is chapter three. I hope you guys enjoy. I'm going to be going on vacation soon, so it might be awhile before I get the next chapter up, but I'm hoping to get a bit of writing done while I'm gone.
I apologize for any and all grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the storyline

Bayley made her way to Dean's hotel room, the whole way calling his cell. She could feel herself start to worry when he didn't answer her third call. They had 15 minutes before they had to leave for more interviews this morning and Bayley hated being late. When she finally got to his room she knocked on his door. When there was no answer she knocked a little more forcefully and called his cell again. Bayley felt relief flood her when the door opened.

"Finally, I've been calling you...," Bayley trailed off as she tried to process who had just opened the door.

"Oh, was that you? I would have answered it for him, but he told me it was no one important," AJ explained as she opened the door wider for Bayley, "Are you going to come in?"

"Yes," Bayley managed to get out as she entered the room and silently prayed for Dean to be dressed when she walked further into the room. Thank god, Bayley thought as she saw Dean sitting on his bed, fully clothed and putting his boots on.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Bayley asked her worry and concern quickly transforming into annoyance.

"Because I didn't feel like it," Dean explained, "I was a little bit busy as you can see."

"Don't blame me for your laziness," AJ said as she grabbed her bag from the stand by the bed, "See you later, Dean. Bye, Bayley." Dean looked between the two women in confusion. He hadn't been aware that AJ knew Bayley and now he was intrigued.

"How do you know AJ?" Dean asked as he stood and went to grab his jacket from where he had left it last night.

"I've met her a couple times over the years," Bayley explained, "Now, we have to get-"

"Wait, you work for the company?" he asked confused.

"Yes, I work for the WWE," Bayley answered as if that had already been obvious, "Why do you think they assigned you to me?"

"I just thought you were someone that they were familiar with. You know, like someone they had on retainer or some shit like that. I didn't know you worked for them," he told her, "How long?"

"I've been working for them since 2011," Bayley explained, "We have to go. Are you ready?"

"Yep," Dean responded as he followed Bayley out of his room.

"I wish you would have let me know that you decided to entertain your girlfriend last night," Bayley said as they got into the elevator.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Well, if I would have known ahead of time, I wouldn't have been thinking the worse when you didn't answer your phone," she explained.

"I wasn't aware I had to check in with you, sunshine," Dean replied annoyed at the idea of having to check in with Bayley, "And for the record, AJ is not my girlfriend. I don't do girlfriends."

"Well, that's unfortunate," Bayley murmured.

"Why's that?" Dean asked amused.

"It's unfortunate because I'd hate for AJ to fall for you and for you to waste her time. She's nice, I like her, and I think she should be with someone that wants to be with her," Bayley explained.

"I do want to be with her," he teased.

"I mean with her as in a relationship, not just for sex. She deserves someone who wants all of her, not someone who just wants to have sex with her whenever they please," she retorted. Dean could tell from her tone and demeanor that this topic hit a nerve in the woman.

"Well, it's her life and she doesn't seem to mind," Dean responded, "So, why do you care?" Bayley remained silent and ignored Dean, which didn't stop him from badgering her.

"Come on," he taunted, "Why do you care so much about AJ and I fucking?"

"Is that all it is to you?" she demanded, "You don't care about her feelings or how your actions makes her feel?" Dean feigned thoughtfulness before chuckling.

"Not really," he answered.

"How can you not care?" she cried.

"Because she's using me to get off, too, sweetheart. So, why shouldn't I use her right back," Dean replied like it was no big deal. Bayley glared at him before a small smirk appeared on her face which confused Dean.

"Well, that's good to know," Bayley stated as they arrived on the lobby floor. The doors opened and Bayley exited with Dean right behind her.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked as they exited the hotel.

"It means that I now understand you a little more, which will help me figure out why you act out like you do," Bayley told him as she slid into the rental car. Dean climbed in and glared at her.

"You were just fucking with me to get into my head," Dean accused, "You don't give a shit what happens between AJ and me, you just want to psychoanalyze me."

"I had to," Bayley explained, "It was the only way I could get you to open up to me since you're so closed off. And for the record, I do actually care about AJ because she has been nothing, but nice to me since I've known her and I do want her to find someone who wants her. Who knows, maybe I can help make you that person."

"Not fucking likely," Dean grumbled pissed beyond belief. Who was this bitch to think she could get into his head? She didn't want to get inside his head, hell half the time Dean didn't want to be in his head, so what made her think she was some sort of saint that could save him from his fucked up life? Plenty had tried and failed because no one could save him from his destiny of being a fuck up. He knew sooner or later he'd end up in the gutter like his parents, but he was going to have fun until that day and his bosses hired babysitter wasn't going to stop him.

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Bayley could tell that her conversation with Dean had affected him and she felt bad for the rest of the day. She had had other clients that weren't as open and she had done the same thing to them that she had done to Dean and while they had felt hurt and even betrayed they had eventually realized that she had done it to help them. Looking over at Dean, she felt like it would take a lot longer to get him to trust her, which she hated. The whole car ride from the last radio interview had been awkward and filled with silence, which was driving Bayley nuts.

"Dean," she murmured needing to break the silence. She wasn't sure if he'd reply. She saw him look at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I wanted to apologize for making you feel like I was tricking you or making you feel like I was 'messing with your head'. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. My intention was to understand you better-"

"Then why the fuck didn't you just ask me," Dean barked.

"I have tried, but you either shoot me down or make a joke out of my questions," Bayley expressed to him, "You are so closed off and I can't help you if you don't let me in."

"I don't need your help and I didn't ask for you for help," he pointed out, "It was Hunter and Steph that asked you to help me and it's fucking pointless."

"Why?" Bayley asked as she turned more towards him.

"What?"

"Why is it pointless?" Bayley asked again, clarifying what she meant, "Why do you think them wanting to help you is pointless?"

"It doesn't matter," he muttered.

"See, that," Bayley exclaimed, "That right there was why I had to do what I did. You won't answer any of my questions."

"I won't answer your questions because this is bullshit," Dean groaned, "I am fine, okay? There is nothing wrong with me and I don't need to be 'fixed', okay?" Bayley sat there studying Dean before she took a deep breath.

"If that's true, then why don't you tell me what made you think that getting into a bar fight was a good idea," Bayley said which obviously struck a nerve with Dean as his entire body tensed at her words. Dean opened his mouth to respond, but closed it when the car came to a stop in front of his hotel.

"It doesn't matter," he whispered before bolting from the car. Bayley sat there trying to process everything that had happened today. She slowly exited the car and headed into the hotel. She could see Dean enter the elevator and while she wanted to chase him to get him to talk more, she thought better of it. As she stood waiting for the elevator so that she could go to her room, she started to realize why so many people had warned her about Dean Ambrose. He was definitely going to be a difficult case for her.

So, that was chapter three. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get the next one up as soon as I can. Also, don't forget to review.
~Brittany~