I know it's been awhile and I'm so sorry. Hopefully I can keep the ball rolling from now on. Anyway sorry for the delay please don't hate me. And don't forget to read and review. Thanks so much to everyone that's reading. :) Hope you guys have enjoyed it so far.


Barbie sat at home getting ready for her night out. After she had told Maryse what happened between her and Dean, though she had a sneaking suspicion that Maryse was eavesdropping that night at the bar because she didn't seem as surprised as she should have been, she insisted that the two go out clubbing. Not only to raise Barbie's spirits but also find her a guy and give Maryse a chance to hang out with Mike.

Barbie wasn't sure if a night out with alcohol was exactly what she needed to get over her emotions. She was what some would call a lightweight when it came to alcohol and she was a giddy school girl type when she got drunk. But she did want to get over this and she couldn't tell Maryse no, not after she was so excited to finally be going out with Mike even if it was technically in a group.

Plus she didn't exactly have a legitimate excuse considering she hadn't heard from Seth since he dropped her home this morning.

Barbie sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't the party type she didn't like having men gawk at her just because of what she was wearing, but they weren't going anywhere classy and she had to fit in. So she decided a thigh high black and white flowery strapless dress was appropriate. It was tight, but it was perfect to grab a guy's attention and that's what she was going to do.

She curled the last curl of her hair as she heard a knock at the door. "Coming!" She called knowing how impatient Maryse got. "Hey Girly." She said giving Maryse a hug as she left out closing the door behind her.


About an hour into the night Maryse had disappeared and Barbie was left sitting at the bar. She wasn't mad at Maryse in fact she was happy for her for finally getting out there and building the courage to talk to Mike. But lately it seemed like all people ever did was leave her it was getting rather annoying to say the least. She surveyed the dance floor seeing the people look like they were having the time of their lives. She was never much of a dancer, but she loved to go to parties and watch other people have a good time.

"A pretty girl like you can't be here alone." She rolled her eyes before looking to her left seeing a rather attractive man standing next to her. He had short dark hair and stubble. He had toned arm muscle that were easily visible through the button up he was wearing. His sleeves were rolled up slightly and she could see the countless number of tattoos that scattered his arms. She bit her lip, tattoos were one of her weaknesses and she never seen a guy with so many. Sure Roman had a few but nothing like this. She sat up straight clearing her throat, she assumed she looked like a major freak since she'd been checking him out with out saying anything to him.

When she was sure he was indeed talking to her she began to contemplate whether she should talk to him or not, he could be a serial killer for all she knew. "Um I'm not. My friend is off somewhere." She twirled in her chair so she was now facing the bar and able to occupy herself by staring down into her drink and playing with her straw. He took the seat the empty seat next to her before speaking again.

"Well it looks like your night hasn't been very entertaining." He said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not really the clubbing type." She said with a mumble. He chuckled and she looked up at him not seeing what was so funny. He stuck out his hand and she gave him a questioning look. He couldn't really expect her to take it with no explanation considering they'd just met each other.

"Come on, dance with me." He said nodding his head toward the dance floor waiting for her to take his hand. She let out a slight sigh. She did come out tonight to have some fun and get out of her normal comfort zone. Dancing with a total stranger counted as those two things right? She stood up adjusting her dress before taking her hand and lightly dragging her behind him towards the massive crowd of people consisting of women moving their bodies is seductive ways to the beat of the music.

She enjoyed the dancing and the mystery of not knowing exactly who this guy was. It gave her a certain freedom, he didn't know anything about her except what she had told him at the bar (which wasn't much) and she could be virtually whoever she wanted to be.

Not that she didn't like who she was as a person, but this was her chance to break out of her bubble. Before Dean, she hadn't really had many guys around. She was always working or occupying her late nights catching up on the latest episodes of Mistresses or whatever scandalous television show she could get her hands on. The point is she wanted that excitement in her daily life, she was so tired of playing it safe and never really putting herself out there. But now without the burden her secret with Dean had on her she was free to do whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted, and the tattooed God grinding against her right now wasn't a bad place to start.

She turned to face him and he looked down at her not sure why she had stopped dancing in the middle of a song. She pulled his shirt making him bend down slightly so she was level with his ear and he could hear exactly what she was saying. "Let's get out of here.." She whispered seductively just loud enough for him to hear and she punctuated her statement by planting a light feathery kiss against his neck just below him ear. That was all he needed to hear before he grabbed her hand pulling her to the exit and hailing a cab.

He couldn't keep his hands off her the whole cab ride and she was loving it. It was exciting to have someone want her this much, she never got this vibe from Dean. She mentally slapped her self for even thinking about him when she had this beautiful man begging for her attention. They pulled up to her apartment complex and she begged the gods that Seth wasn't home because if he was this was about to get very awkward very fast.

He paid the cab, what a gentlemen, she thought to herself as she dragged him into the building and to the elevator. He pushed her lightly against the wall running his hands up the sides of her body leaving a tingling sensation wherever he touched. He leaned down planting his lips on hers in a heated mix of lust and passion. The elevator dinged signaling they were at her floor she pulled away and walked to her door reaching in her purse to find her keys which would have been easy if he wasn't kissing her neck distracting her.

Once she finally got the door open her prayers were answered there was no sign that her brother was home. She turned around and their lips met again for a sloppy kiss. He lifted her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Last door on the left.." She mumbled in between kisses, he carried her to the room dropping her onto the bed and crawling over her. Clothes flew, curse words were moaned, and kisses were exchanged and Barbie couldn't say she regretted a moment.


In the next few chapters I hope to bring up some major conflicts including what Seth was going to tell Barbie and the past relationship of Dean and Maryse. So stay tuned. Also I just recently learned what R&R meant so I'm going to start using that. And leave comments who do you think should make the first move Dean or Barbie? Also I have a thought on how to put Roman Reigns into the story more, but if any of you have any ideas please feel free to comment them.