Jasmine's Point Of View
I walked down the hall, I was on my way to hair and make-up, after changing into my clothes for tonight, a simple knee length black dress, a slit up the side, going almost half way up my side, stopping just below my hip. I quickly got done with hair and make-up, I just needed my hair curled, and that didn't take long, neither did my make-up.
Walking back to the locker room, I ran into none other then the lunatic fringe, Dean Ambrose himself. I sighed and shook my head as he got a wide smirk on his face.
Great, you again, what a lovely way to start my night
"Nice, I'm liking the view, Red." Dean smirked, looking me up and down, licking his lips as he does so.
"What do you want Ambrose?" I raised a brow.
"Oh, nothing." Dean smirked. "I was just thinking, you're single, I'm single, you and I should grab a drink, after the taping." Dean stated.
"Seriously?" I raised a brow, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to figure out, if he was serious about this or not.
"Yeah, what do you say, Red?" Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, that's not happening." I shook my head.
"Why not?, I mean you are single, right?" Dean raised a brow.
"Yes, why does it matter to you?" I shook my head, rolling my eyes, what is his deal?
"I'm just saying, if you aren't seeing anyone, then you should go grab a drink with me." Dean went on. "I mean, come on, what's a few drinks, between friends?"
Friends?, Really Ambrose, I barely know you.
I shook my head and sighed. "We aren't friends, or has that slipped your mind?"
"Not yet, you are right about that, but if you give me a chance, we could become, very, very good friends." Dean smirked.
"Well, I'm not, good bye Ambrose." I stated, moving to the side, and walking past him.
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I was waiting for my first interview, I was interviewing, Fandango. When a stage hand walked over and told me that there was a switch up, and I'd be interviewing Dean Ambrose, instead. That was the last thing, I wanted to do, I didn't want to spend any more time with him, then I had to, but this was my job. I stood in front of the camera, the stage hands, rushing around me, getting my make-up touched up. "You are seriously the hottest, red head, I've ever met." Dean smirked, walking over towards me.
I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "Let's just get this done with." I shook my head, causing the girl who was fixing my hair to sigh.
Dean laughed, and shook his head. "You know she doesn't want to admit it, but I think I'm starting to get to her." Dean smirked, over at the girl fixing my hair, who let out a slight laugh.
"You are thinking wrong darling, you're not even close to it." I roll my eyes, the girl finishing, and the camera men giving me the 3 minute sign. "Do you want to know the questions, I'm going to ask you?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope, I like to wing it." He stated.
"Alright, great." I shrugged, I got the cue from the camera man, that it was time, he gave me the count down from 5.
"Hello, it's Jasmine Collins, and I'm backstage with none other then the lunatic fringe himself, Mr. Dean Ambrose." The camera zoomed out, from me, showing Dean who was standing next to me, Dean stretched his arms out, much like a yawn, in the morning, but then put his arm over my shoulder, leaning in close to me, giving me a cheeky grin.
"Hey ya, red, how ya doing?" Dean smirked. "You smell good, hmm, like strawberries." Dean said, using the arm around my shoulder, to reach around, and play with the ends of my hair.
"Just fine, well, you have a match against, Dolph Ziggler to decided, who's going to be challenging, your best friend and brother Roman Reigns for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, what are your thoughts on this?" I questioned, trying to hide how uncomfortable I really was at the moment.
"Well, my thoughts about this, well I'm not to worried, I've beaten Ziggler before, and I'll do it again, tonight, and when I do, I'll beat Roman, it's as simple as that." Dean shrugged, acting unfazed, his arm still around me, as much as I wanted to shove him away, I couldn't right now, we were taping and I didn't want to have to sit through another taping of this.
"But Roman, is your best friend, aren't you worried this will affect your friendship?, not to mention, you've never pinned Roman, and he's beaten you, he's pinned ?" Dean smirked, leaned down, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I just knew it, I had to be blushing, great the whole world is going to think, I have a crush on Dean Ambrose or something. "See ya around, Red." Dean smirked, dropping his arm from around me, then backed away.
"Well, there you have it, we will have to see, who will have that shot at the WWE World Heavyweight Champion Roman Reigns, tonight." I smiled, and the camera man signals that, it's a wrap. I sigh and shake my head, walking off, in the opposite direction, as Dean, I hope I don't have to deal with him for the week, or at least for the rest of the night.
xXxXx
I walked into my bed room, I had a few days off, and I didn't want to head home, to see my parents, so I headed to my home, in Florida. I had been there for about an hour, so I had everything unpacked, and my laundry in the washer, and had already gotten my house dusted, and picked up a bit. I have to admit, I'm a bit of a clean freak, I have to have everything, cleaned, and organized or it drives me nuts.
I slipped off my white tank, and put it in the dirty laundry hamper in my bathroom, it was all dirty from my cleaning, I don't know why but I seem to always, have on a white shirt, when I'm cleaning, and I always get it all dirty, with dust and such.
I walked over to my dresser, grabbing out a pair of black and purple spandex shorts, and matching sports bra, and put them on real quick, I was going to go for a run, before I made dinner tonight, I had Summer coming over tomorrow, which I am pretty happy about, she's going to be staying with me, for the weekend. I put my hair up into a pony tail, and grab my water bottle out of the fridge before I headed out the door.
After about an hour, I walked back into my house, I shut the door and headed straight into the kitchen, filling up my water bottle from the water spout on the fridge, then put it in the fridge, so I'd have it if I went on another run, in the morning. I almost screamed when I felt arms wrap around me from behind.
"It's just me babe." Brock rasped in my ear, before he placed a soft kiss on my neck.
Holy hell, Brock, way to scare the hell out of me.
I sighed, and placed my hands on top of his, I didn't think he'd show up today, I had forgotten, he had a key made, so he could come and go as he pleases. "You scared me." I sighed, shaking my head, turning around in his arms, to face him.
"I'm sorry." Brock smiled, leaning down to kiss me. "I've missed you, so I decided to come visit you, and spend a little time with my girl." Brock added, running his hand through my ponytail.
"Well, how long do you think, you are going to stay here?" I raised a brow, biting my lip.
"Why?, are you trying to get rid of me?" Brock dropped his arms from me, backing me to the counter, placing his hands on either side of me, blocking me in. "What does it matter to you, how long I'm going to stay?"
"No, I'm not trying to get rid of you, I was just wondering, because we don't normally have a lot of time together, I don't get you for more then an hour here, or an hour there." I sighed, shaking my head. "And, Summer is coming into town tomorrow, so if you are going to be in town for more then a few hours, I'll have to sneak away from the house."
"Why's she coming?" Brock raised a brow.
"She's got a few days, off also, so she wanted to hang at my place, and go to the beach, and hit the clubs, girl stuff." I shrugged, and saw Brock roll his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I don't like that bitch." Brock growled. "Why must you be friends with her?"
"What do you have against her?" I shook my head.
"She's always trying to hook you up, with her friends, and other superstars, I don't like her." Brock shook his head, letting out a drawn out sigh.
"She promised me no more trying to play cupid, I told her I don't need her help, in that department, and she's going to back off." I stated.
Brock nodded. "I'm in town until, Saturday night, since she's going to be here, we'll have to have our alone time, at my beach house." Brock stated, wrapping his arms around me again.
I looked up to him and smiled. "So I'll get you for more then a few hours then." I smiled, standing on my tip toes, to kiss him.
"You sure will, I'll leave the extra key, in the hiding place, so you can slip in." Brock nodded.
"Great." I smiled, aside from his little paranoid episode a few minutes ago, he was back to the old Brock, the Brock I used to know, the Brock who made me fall in love with him. "I've got to take a shower, I'm all sweaty." I said, slipping out of his arms.
"I'll join you." Brock smirked, placing his arm over my shoulder, walking with me to my bathroom.
Of course you will, you'll never miss out on an opportunity for a quickie.
After the shower, and dinner Brock and I snuggled up in the bed, Brock wanted to watch Smackdown, which was on in a few minutes. We were watching the show, and we got to the part in the show, where I had to interview Dean, I could tell, by the way his arms tightened around me, he didn't like it, I don't know what his deal with Dean is, but he's not a big fan. I swallowed hard, when Brock shot up, after seeing Dean's little peck on my cheek.
"What the fuck, was that?" Brock yelled.
"I don't know, I didn't know he was going to do it, I wasn't even supposed to interview him, it was a last minute thing." I sighed.
"And, you didn't think it was a good idea to tell me another man kissed you?" Brock yelled at me.
"It was just a peck on the cheek Brock, it's not a big deal." I shook my head, I should of told him, I know that, I just didn't want to fight with him, I didn't think he'd flip out this much about it, he was seething.
"I'm going to crush that son of a bitch." Brock growled. "You should of told me, did you think I wasn't going to see it?, when we are watching it together." Brock spat at me.
"Okay I'm sorry, I should of told you, I just didn't want you to be upset, I told you I didn't want to watch it, but you insisted on it Brock, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you are making too much out of it, he was just trying to get people talking, the WWE universe buzzing that's all." I sighed, shaking my head, I should of known this wasn't going to be a good night for us, it seems all we do is fight, since I told him I wanted out, any little thing I do, he makes more out of it.
"You seem like you really liked it, I saw you blushing." Brock growled.
"I was embarrassed, I didn't expect it, so it took me off guard, that's all." I replied. "I swear, Brock please don't read too much into that. I don't like Dean, I don't even know him, and I don't have any plans on getting to know him.
No matter what Dean, thinks!
Brock shook his head, and growled as he laid back, I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest. "I promise Brock, you don't have to worry about him, just let's forget about this, and spend our time together." I said, leaning forward to kiss him. "We don't have much of it any more." I said, looking up into his eyes.
Brock sighed, and nodded, I could physically feel his body relax, he wasn't so tense, and I could feel when he wrapped his arms around me, it wasn't a hasty action, it was out of love, as much as I want to say Brock doesn't love me, I know he does, in his own way. If I'm going to be stuck with him, then I should just try to make it as easy going as I can, I don't like fighting with people, I don't like to be around so much negativity, so if I have to go along with this, and do as he wants, I will, especially if it means I don't have to deal with angry Brock again, I don't like it when he gets like that, he scares me when he's like that, I know he's got anger issues, and I'm not wanting to be on the receiving end if he loses his temper. So until I can find a way out, without landing myself in trouble, I have no choice, but to go along with it, and be the good girlfriend, Brock wants.
Note From The Author: Here we have it, Chapter 3, hope you all enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it, I'm really liking this story, I'm glad this little idea popped into my head, lol. What do you think of the little interaction between Dean and Jasmine?, I think Jasmine might
takerschick- I think Brock defiantly needs his ass kicked, and I bet if Dean did know what he's been doing to Jasmine, he'd be more then willing to do it. I think Jasmine just doesn't think she has anyone, who she can tell, anyone she can trust, but I know Dean thinks something's up, so he's going to try to break down the wall that Jasmine is putting up to keep this secret. Thanks for the review, and thanks for reading the story, I hope you continue to enjoy the story.