Three

For a moment, Dean forgot to breathe.

So intense the kiss was, as if Roman was claiming him heart, mind, body and soul. The grey eyed man grabbed Dean's arms to wrap them around his neck, pushing him against the wall, melding their lips together.

His mind was scrambling to find reasons to push Roman off him.

He had none.

His neck was lined with hot kisses then. A moan escaped his lips which made Roman laugh quietly.

"Roman, you have a meeting to attend to," Dean reminded him.

"Yes."

"And I have a boyfriend," Dean lied. He had to deter his client before it got too far.

Roman narrowed his eyes. "Do you?"

"Yeah."

"You never mentioned about a boyfriend, a new boyfriend."

"You never asked."

"What does your boyfriend do?"

"He's a mechanic."

"Hmmm… does he know about your job?"

"Obviously."

"So I guess you wouldn't mind if I met him then?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Roman shrugged. "So that I can explain to him about our arrangement."

"I'll explain to him."

"I'm beginning to think you're making this up."

"I'm not."

"So let's meet up. If you're uncomfortable, I'll bring a friend along."

He stopped himself from groaning inwardly. There was no doubt that Roman would catch on to his anxiety. "Sure."

"Great. We'll go out tonight."

Dean gaped. "Tonight? So soon?"

"Is there a problem?"

A part of him was sure if he postponed, Roman wouldn't believe the authenticity of his "relationship". "N-no."

"Excellent! Beer's on me."

Fuck. Dean needed to get his friend, Baron Corbin on the phone to ask him to fill in as his fake boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked. "You look pale." He didn't looked concerned; if anything, he looked amused.

"Yeah I'm fine," Dean quickly replied.

"Why don't you text your boyfriend later?"

"Are you sure about this meeting?"

"I'm very sure."

The elevator door opened leading to a huge boardroom where the rapper, R-Truth was sitting on a swivel chair with his legs on the table. Dean found Roman holding his hand tight. "Truth!" the Samoan man announced. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Roman, I'm sick of using Teddy Long as my producer," the five time Grammy award winner complained. "I want someone new. I need to do something new."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I want to sing for my next album."

"If you wish."

"Who would you recommend though?"

Roman seemed to be in deep thought. Dean was wondering why he was still holding his hand. "You know, I think The New Day would be a good choice," Roman suggested. "They have been doing a good job with Apollo Crews and Richie Swann. I'll hook you guys up."

R-Truth nodded. "Okay, cool."

"Where are my manners?" Roman continued. "This is Dean Ambrose… my boyfriend."

What the hell? Dean sent him a reproaching look to let him know what he thought of that but Roman merely smiled at him taking him off guard by the warmth of it.

"Oh hey man," R Truth shook his free hand. "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," Dean greeted.

"I had no idea Roman was seeing someone. He's always so busy."

"Dean's special," Roman supplied. "Very special."


"Why did you introduce me as your boyfriend?" Dean asked as they entered Roman's office an hour later.

"Because you'll be seen with me for a month," Roman replied, locking the door behind him. "People will be curious who you are."

"But I have a boyfriend."

"I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind." He stalked towards Dean who found himself taking steps backwards. "I mean you did say he knew what you do for a living."

He had him there. "Yes, he does."

"So I see no problem."

"I do. Roman, I don't want you kissing me or touching me," he informed the grey eyed man firmly.

"Okay."

"I'm serious."

"Okay. I won't touch you." He paused. "But can I hold your hand at least?"

That seemed harmless. "Sure."

"Why don't you call your boyfriend? I need to use the gents."

No sooner than Roman left the room did Dean checked if Baron had replied to the text message he had sent earlier. His friend was always up for something new. To his relief, the six foot eight man agreed to meet him at Yankee Bar.

"My boyfriend's okay," Dean updated Roman when he returned back. "Who are you bringing?"

A slow lazy grin appeared on the music mogul's face. "A friend."

Dean wondered who this friend was. Quit it, Dean, he reprimanded himself. Be professional.

An alarm went off on Roman's iPhone then. "Meeting. Alright, Dean. Enjoy yourself. You can watch TV or take a nap on my lounge chair. We'll head on to the bar when I return." The raven haired man was almost to the elevator when he turned around and said, "How convenient you have a boyfriend when we were all over one another a while ago."


Dean had been Baron's roommate in his apartment before he had met Dolph. Despite moving out of the apartment, the two men stayed in touch and hung out at bars. Seth would join them from time to time and the three of them would have a blast.

Baron was a reliable friend so Dean knew he had nothing to worry about.

When they reached Yankee Bar later that evening, Dean found Baron at a booth with a bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Hey babe," he said, pulling Dean down to sit with him before giving him a quick kiss. It felt awkward to Dean and he found himself wondering if it looked awkward to Roman who had sat down beside him.

"Roman," Dean said slowly, "This is Baron, my boyfriend."

Roman grinned. "Pleasure to meet you, Baron. And thank you for meeting me. I hope you know you have nothing to worry about. I only need your boyfriend on weekdays."

Baron's eyes had darted to his drink before he shrugged. "It's no problem."

"Dean said you're a mechanic."

"Yeah. I have my own garage."

"I just got myself a Corvette last week. Had it restored at a classic cars repair shop. It was worth every penny."

Dean was starting to thank his lucky stars at how oblivious Roman was to this whole lie. He really didn't want to cross lines with his client, especially since Roman was his first client and he could not afford to screw it up. One word to Stephanie and Dean wouldn't doubt her blowing her top.

Baron excused himself to take a smoke outside.

"What do you think of him?" Dean asked.

"I think he's not a good liar as you are."

"What?" Dean's jaw dropped.

"That kiss was forced, Dean. And honestly, I know how to read people very well. But that's not what's bothering me."

Bothering him? "Roman-"

"I just want to know why you're lying to me about this whole boyfriend thing when we're obviously attracted to one another."

Dean said nothing, searching for the right words to explain himself. "I waited a long time for this job, Roman."

"I know, Dean. That's why I hired you. That and the fact that from the first moment I saw you at that bar, I wanted you."

"But I can't sleep with you. That's against the rules of the agency."

"There is no way that your agency will know about your sex life, Dean."

"And call me old fashioned but I'm not just about sex. I want romance and…"

And love. Above all, Dean wanted love. Sure, Dolph had broke his heart. He had spent a good two months telling himself that he didn't believe in love but he still did deep down in his heart. Yearned for it.

"And?" Roman probed.

"And nothing. I'm sorry, Roman. But no. I think you're gorgeous. You look adorable when you smile and the way your eyes light up when I talk is just… just.."

They were staring at one another. Dean was enchanted by Roman's smoky grey eyes. Did the man have any idea what kind of effect he had on people?

"Then I'm terminating your services, Dean," Roman announced.

That he did not see coming. But as much as Dean needed the money, he knew it was probably for the best. "I understand."

"I do have a proposition for you however."

Dean frowned. "A proposition?"

"Yeah. I'm offering to pay you double or triple if you want of what Stephanie's giving you. I'm proposing you quit your job and let me take care of you… amongst other things."

"What? But that's insane! Roman, I'm not prostituting myself for you."

"Don't call it that. Call it romance in an unconventional way." His grey eyes were gazing at Dean as if he could see right through his soul. "I want you, Dean. And what's more, you want me too."

"Roman-"

"Hear me out. I'll keep you for a month. If you're still not comfortable about quitting your job, I'll speak to Stephanie about the other "tasks" I wish to include in our agreement."

"She won't agree to it."

"Of course she will. She's a businesswoman."

"And if she doesn't agree?"

"Well, then it's all up to you. But I wish you would agree. I want to give you the world. What do you say?"

This was a risk. There was so much at stake here. So much that was outside of his comfort zone. The only reason why he chose this job was to be a companion. What would he do if a month had passed? He had to go and find another job. And what about Stephanie? What would she think about him?

He felt a headache coming on. Maybe he ought to stop thinking and just start living. Those six months had been filled with anxiety and slight depression.

Maybe he ought to close his eyes and take a leap of faith.

There was more to life than just playing it safe and Dean wanted to stop running from it.

Moving closer to Roman who had encircled an arm around his waist, he tiled his head, their lips inches apart before answering softly, "Yes."

A/N Things seemed to be moving with our boys...