Chapter 10

Dean didn't come back to his and Emilia's hotel room on the night he put his hand around her throat. He felt bad for doing what he did to her, but he thought she deserved it. He trusted her because he knew that she could be trusted; she was god-fearing and she wouldn't even think about committing a single sin. But after what she did, Dean was starting to think that Emilia might not be as immaculate and innocent as he thinks she is.

When he got out of their hotel room, Dean went to the hotel's bar and stayed there until it closed. He did some thinking while drinking. He thought about a lot of things, but what he felt for Emilia was the thing that he thought about the most. His feelings were conflicted; he didn't know if it was true love or just lust. He wanted her physically, but a part of him was craving for a long emotional bond with her. He had never felt that way about a woman before and it was bothering him. He knew he was crazy and Emilia was affecting his mental state in the worst way.

Instead of going back to his and Emilia's hotel room, Dean decided to sleep in Seth and Roman's hotel room for the night. He didn't want to be in the same room with Emilia because he was afraid of what he might do to her. When Seth and Roman found Dean standing in front of their door drunk, they didn't ask any questions and let him in immediately. Both of them knew that Dean could be very violent when he's drunk so they stay out of his way when he has alcohol in his system. Alcohol amplifies his violent nature.

It was a new week. The WWE had travelled overseas for their European tour. Monday Night Raw will be live from London, England tonight. Emilia thought that she would never be able to go to London, but there she was - standing in front of the London Eye, one of London's famous landmarks with her phone in her hands. She was taking pictures of it as a souvenir.

The view was beautiful. But to Dean, nothing's more beautiful than Emilia. Instead of admiring the London Eye, Dean watched Emilia. Her dark brown hair was being blown back by the wind. He took a deep breath and caught her distinct euphoric scent. She had no make-up on but her face was still flawless. Heat entered his body, starting from his head and slowly went downward, like a scoop of ice cream melting on a cone. It stopped on his dick for a few minutes and dropped to the soles of his feet. She was simply striking and if they weren't in a public place, he would've pushed her against the wall and fucked her hard.

Emilia was starting to get annoyed with her hair because it was getting on her face, but she kept on taking pictures instead of taming her hair. She has to be at the O2 Arena soon to get some stuff done and she only has two hours to do anything she wants, so she's making the most of it. Instead of sleeping in her and Dean's hotel room, she went out. She wanted to enjoy the city by herself, but Dean had insisted that she should enjoy it with him. She was still shocked from what he did to her, but she has forgiven him. She knows that holding a grudge against someone is a sin.

Emilia was taking a photo of herself when Dean hugged her from behind. She gasped and almost dropped her phone. She turned her phone around and saw their photo on the screen: Dean had a small smirk on his pink lips while she was looking at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. It wasn't the usual photo of a couple, but it didn't look so bad.

"You ruined my photo, Dean."

Emilia said, glaring at him. Dean arched an eyebrow at her.

"Ruined it? Baby, I made it better."

Emilia tried to get out of Dean's hug, but she couldn't. She hated being small.

"What's gotten into you today?"

"Nothing. I'm just enjoying my time with my gorgeous girlfriend."

Dean planted a soft wet kiss on her neck and gently bit her skin, leaving a little mark. An old woman standing near them had a scowl on her ashen face as she stared at them. Emilia looked down and moved her head so that some of her hair could shield her face.

"An old woman just gave me a nasty look," Emilia whispered. "Stop it, Dean!"

Dean huffed and hugged her tighter. "She's just jealous, ignore her."

Dean kissed Emilia's neck up and down, peppering her skin with wet kisses. He didn't care if anyone was watching them or not. Instead of asking him to stop for the second time, Emilia let Dean continue his assault on her neck. She wanted to take advantage of him while he was in a good mood because he was rarely in a good mood and she didn't want to waste her time fighting with him.

When Dean was done kissing Emilia's neck, they talked and walked around the city holding hands. She told him a lot about herself but when she tried talking about him, he shifted the conversation. She thought it was unfair that he refused to talk about himself, but she didn't want to force him to tell her all about him. He might open up to her soon, she just had to wait.

When it was time for Emilia to go, Dean called a taxi for her. He opened the car door for her and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back and smiled at him before getting in the vehicle. Dean waved at Emilia and watched the car go. When the car was gone, Dean felt something vibrating in the left pocket of his black hoodie. For a second he thought it was his phone, but he felt it on his right thigh, meaning that it was in the right front pocket of his blue jeans. He shoved his hand inside the left pocket of his black hoodie and took the phone out – Emilia's phone. Her phone was in his pocket because her outfit for the day had no place for it and she didn't bring a bag with her. She gave it to him after she was done taking pictures and asked him to keep it in one of his pockets temporarily. Obviously, she had forgotten to take it from him.

Dean looked at her phone and frowned, since there was a text message from John Cena. When he saw the notification, he wanted to throw Emilia's phone down on the dry pavement. It's clear that John was clueless about their relationship. Dean thought it was time for John to know that Emilia's not available anymore.

Dean opened the text message and read it.

Hey Emilia! We haven't talked 4 days. Do U want 2 have dinner w/ me 2nite?

Dean rolled his eyes at the text message; it looked like it was from a lazy teenage boy. He pressed reply.

Emilia doesn't want to have dinner with you tonight or on any other night, John. Stay away from her.

After sending the text message, Dean turned off Emilia's phone and returned it inside his pocket. He thought about following her so he could give her phone back, but he threw the thought out of his head. Instead, he looked at his brown leather wristwatch and decided to go back to the hotel to get some sleep. He felt tired and if he wanted to be in good shape for The Shield's match tonight against Team Hell No and The Undertaker, he should take all the rest that he could get.

Dean chose to walk to the hotel instead of taking a taxi, because he wanted to warm up. When he made it to the hotel, he went inside the elevator and pressed the number ten button. When the elevator doors opened, Dean walked down the deserted hallway and stepped into his and Emilia's hotel room. He landed on the king-sized bed face first and closed his eyes. Emilia's blue eyes were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.

Emilia couldn't concentrate at what she was currently doing because Josh was sitting beside her and their arms were touching. She stared at him from the corner of her eye – it was like she wasn't even next to him, because he looked very busy and so into what he was doing. She missed him so much but he looked like he wasn't missing her.

Taking her headset off, Emilia stood up from the white plastic swivel chair and slammed her headset down on the control table. Josh didn't react and it infuriated her.

"How long will you keep pretending that I don't exist?"

Emilia asked Josh with a shaky voice. Josh stopped what he was doing and turned around to face Emilia.

"Until I get my best friend back, because you're not her."

"I'm still me, Josh."

Emilia told Josh with her right hand on her chest. She felt her heart beating fast. Josh had no emotion on his face.

"Oh yeah? If you're still the Emilia that I know, why are you dating Dean Ambrose? The Emilia that I know hated him."

Emilia closed her eyes and sighed. "It's complicated."

"Everything is!" Josh replied loudly.

Emilia was about to say something when the other members of the production team arrived. Josh and Emilia felt relieved because their co-workers didn't notice the two of them. She opened her eyes and decided to go back to work and pretend that her conversation with Josh didn't happen.

While working, Josh stole glances at Emilia. All of her attention was on whatever she was doing so he was sure that she wouldn't see him looking at her. The lighting in the production area was blindingly bright so he saw the hickeys on her neck. He looked away, shaking his head and feeling disappointed.

So she appears to be sexually active, which she shouldn't be because of her vow of sexual abstinence. Well, you can't keep a promise forever, Josh thought to himself as he chewed on the bottom of his pencil. It's either Emilia ditched her religiousness and decided to finally have sex with someone or maybe Dean is abusing her and has something on her that's why she's dating him. But what would Dean have on Emilia? She's a decent woman. As Josh thought some more, he stopped gnawing on his pencil and realized that avoiding Emilia was a big mistake and he shouldn't have done it. He should've attempted to know what was going on and aid her in every way that he can. She needed him now more than ever, if Dean really was exploiting her.

After R-Truth's match against Antonio Cesaro, a helicopter is shown landing somewhere. The Shield stepped out of the helicopter and got inside a black Range Rover.

"The Shield is on their way."

Emilia spoke into the microphone of her headset as she watched the scene on the television screen. She was in charge of making sure that The Shield makes it to the O2 Arena safely and in time and so far, everything is going smoothly. She grabbed her cross pendant and kissed it, thanking God in her mind for guiding her and everyone. The cameras were now on Brodus Clay, who just came out with Tensai, Cameron and Naomi. The show then went on a commercial break.

Emilia took her headset off and put it around her neck. She crossed off a few things on her clipboard and took a deep breath. Her job was exhausting, but she felt exhilarated because she's doing great on her current task.

She looked to her right and found Josh standing beside her, offering her a bottle of cold water. She took it and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Josh."

She twisted the cap open and took one long sip from the bottle. The cold water soothed her dry throat. She placed the cap on the bottle and put it on the swivel chair in front of her.

"I'm really sorry, Emilia. For everything."

Josh told Emilia. He had a lot of things that he wanted to say to her, but he didn't know how to say it. He hoped that was enough.

Emilia smiled and hugged Josh. Josh hugged her back and chuckled. When she pulled back, she looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry too, Josh. Can we just go back to being best friends? Because I missed you so much!"

Josh nodded with a grin.

"Yes, pretty baby. And I've missed you too!"

Josh and Emilia were about to hug each other again when the head of the production team told them to go back to work. Josh and Emilia did what they were told and looked at each other with smiles on their faces. The show was back from the break and Cody Rhodes and Damien Sandow came out.

After showing CM Punk's promo from the previous week, The Shield appears. On screen, it looks like they're holding the camera, when in fact, there were four people behind the camera: the cameraman, the man holding up the boom microphone, the man holding up the lighting, and Emilia. When they were done talking, the scene switches to Chris Jericho coming out to a big pop.

Dean put an arm around Emilia's shoulders. The three men who were with her in the production team left her to do other important things. Dean, Emilia, Seth and Roman walked down the hot empty hall.

"My phone's with you, right?"

Emilia asked Dean. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

Emilia took a sigh of relief.

"I thought I lost it. Do you have it with you?"

Dean shook his head.

"Sorry, love. It's at the hotel."

Emilia nodded once.

"Oh, okay."

Dean took in the scent of Emilia's hair, which wasn't up tonight because he asked her to let her hair down more. He smirked as he smelled her hair. He expected her to move away from him, but she stayed where she was. The smirk disappeared from his lips and he stood straight. She had been painfully passive after he'd put his hand around her throat and he didn't like it because it was boring him to death. He should do something about it.

Emilia was sitting on the middle of the bed, hugging her knees as she watched Dean pace back and forth in front of her with a half-empty beer bottle in his right hand and a lit cigarette in his left. He was a bad mood and she didn't know why. She tried to come up with reasons in her head as to why he's acting like that but she couldn't think of anything. She had been nothing but meek, but she somehow managed to still piss him off. The Shield won their match tonight. Dean should be elated, but he wasn't.

"Dean, what's the problem?"

Emilia said as she stood up from the bed. She walked towards Dean and stopped right in front of him. Their height difference intimidated her. Dean looked down at her and took a quick sip from his beer bottle. Suddenly, he threw it on the wall, making Emilia scream. She covered her mouth with her hands and started crying. Something in Dean's chest constricted at the sight of her tears.

Dean walked into the kitchenette and put out his cigarette in the little square glass ashtray near the microwave. Then he went to where Emilia was and stood behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. His hands caressed her arms, feeling every inch of her soft pale skin. Emilia felt scared and couldn't do anything but cry.

Dean placed his moist lips behind Emilia's right ear. His right arm was wrapped around her tiny waist and she could feel his left hand in her hair. Suddenly, he took a handful of her hair and pulled it harshly, making her yelp from the stinging pain on her scalp. She placed both of her hands on top of Dean's left hand, trying to get it off her hair.

"You're the problem," Dean answered her. "You didn't do anything, but that's why I'm furious. You're allowing me to dominate you, when you're supposed to be fighting me. I find it boring."

"But I don't want to fight you!" Emilia said through her tears.

"Maybe you'll be fighting me after I do this."

Dean let go of her hair and pushed her down on the bed. Emilia landed on the bed face first. He turned her around so she was facing him. He got on top of her and pinned her arms down on the bed. She closed her eyes and cried. Dean kissed her neck, ignoring the silver cross necklace that she always wore. He started sucking and biting her skin, leaving more marks on her bruised skin. He let her arms go and ripped her shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He then removed her beige lace bra and it joined her destroyed shirt on the floor. Emilia felt exposed so she tried to cover her heaving bare chest with her arms but Dean took her arms and held it down at her sides.

Dean rose a little to take in the breathtaking sight of a half-naked Emilia beneath him. Her breasts were perfect; two full, equally-sized spheres that weren't too big or small with light brownish pink nipples. His manhood was unbearably throbbing and he needed to be inside of her. He lowered himself and planted a kiss on the valley between her breasts. Then his lips slowly went to her right nipple. He took it in his mouth and gently sucked it. Then his tongue came out to lick the hardened tip back and forth.

This isn't happening! Emilia thought to herself as she squirmed underneath Dean, which only urged him to go on.

Dean did the same to her other breast, before going down, leaving a damp trail on her torso. His lips stopped above the waistband of her sweatpants. Emilia tried to rise, but she was unsuccessful; Dean's hold on her arms was tight enough to leave bruises.

"Dean, stop! Please!"

Emilia pleaded. Dean looked up and their eyes connected. There was darkness and something sinister in his grayish-blue eyes.

"That's not enough to stop me, Emilia."

Dean grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants. She felt his fingers on her hipbones.

Not enough, eh? Emilia thought to herself. Before Dean could bring down her sweatpants she started moving her legs and her arms. She managed to leave a scratch on Dean's cheek before he subdued her. He was on top of her and his right arm was above him. Emilia thought that Dean was going to slap or punch her, but suddenly, he got off her and knelt in front of her. He hugged her legs and buried his face in her lap. It was silent before Dean started sobbing. It startled Emilia.

She didn't know what to do so she just stared at him. Her arms were covering her breasts. Dean looked up and took her face, holding it with his hot hands. The scratch on his cheek wasn't bleeding but it was red and visible.

"You're mine, Emilia. Please don't leave me. Promise me that you won't!"

Emilia wanted to tell him that she can't make that promise, but she had no choice.

"I promise."

Dean smiled even though he had tears in his blue eyes. He rose a little and kissed her slowly. Then he pulled back and walked to his luggage. He unzipped it and took out a dark blue t-shirt in his size. He threw it at Emilia. "Put that on, I don't want you to get cold."

Emilia put it on, even though she could've just stood up and took a shirt out of her luggage. She felt weak and even after what Dean just did to her, she was thankful for his shirt. Dean sat beside her on the bed and watched her lie down. She turned so she was lying on her left side. Dean lied next to her and put his arm around her waist. He moved closer to her, enjoying the feeling of her warm petite body against his.

"Don't you ever leave me, I'd go crazy without you."

But you're already crazy, Emilia thought to herself. She closed her eyes as tears escaped from her heavy eyes. She bit her lower lip so that Dean wouldn't hear her crying. She cried until she felt sleepy, but sleep didn't come to her. She envied Dean for being able to fall asleep.

Author's note: I don't know why it took me so long to finish writing this chapter. I got stuck again and I'm so sorry. Anyway, I always keep forgetting to say this: Google obsessive love and read it all about it on WikiPedia. It serves kinda like a base for this story. And oh, I made a playlist for this fanfic and I'll list the songs in the next chapter since I might add more songs to it. So, thank you for everything: likes, follows, reviews. You're all amazing! - C x