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Another day, another chapter. We finally hit the 100 review mark! So a huge thank you to everyone who has left me some feedback to this little fic. I love you all!

So Lydia told Seth to stay away last chapter… Ha! Who are we kidding? This is Seth Rollins, no chance is he going to listen. He does what he wants when he wants. I can't see that lasting long. Lets see, shall we…?

Beautifultragedyxxx – I know! If this was a book then you could get the whole story. I have the entire thing planned out but with individual chapters we get major cliffhangers and some serious tension.

Cassiel W – A crafty little ninja!

MsConCon – Best review ever! Lol. So happy you're enjoying it. If you thought the sexual tension during the dance was good, just you wait. It's only going to get better and better. I have so much planned! Lydia literally has no idea what's coming or what's about to hit her. Seth knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. That man has only just begun. I think you'll rather enjoy this chapter…

Raquel the writer – Haha! So true. NEW DAY!

Guest – Of course it's not the end of it. This is Seth Rollins. He wouldn't listen to himself to stay away from her, he certainly won't listen to Lydia

Bajor10 – Don't worry, the nice moments will be here soon, and the Lydia saving will make a welcome return. Seth is the bad guy here, so we need to establish his bad side first before he can become a softer and warmer character

Sarah Reigns – Haha! Tell me about it. they need to smooch soon!

Tantoune – I wouldn't reject him either! The man is a hunk! Lydia is being big and brave and trying her hardest to stay way. Question is, can Seth stay away from her?

Rkosgirl1 – Who would have thought such a total jackass could be so hot? Lydia is kidding herself, no one can stay away from that gorgeous man!

WWETNAGirl – The tension is at an all time high! Hope you enjoy the update

This chapter is named after 'First Date' by Blink 182

Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

I was sat on my bed in my hotel room, mentally deciding which dress to wear as Renee curled my hair, helping me style the parts I couldn't reach. I wanted my long brown locks to look perfect for the evening and I knew Renee was the best person to help me with that. My makeup was done, so all that was left was to decide on an outfit.

I had finally reached date night and the beauty prep had begun!

As soon as she knew my date with Randy had been organised, my cousin's girlfriend had instantly wanted to help me get ready for the evening. I trusted Renee; she always had such lovely hair and makeup which she did herself most of the time, and she was one of my closest and dearest friends. So when she offered to do my hair I jumped at the chance.

Upon hearing about my date with Randy, Dean had done the usual older cousin bullshit. He told me to make sure I was polite, make sure I wasn't taken advantage of, enjoy myself, that if Randy so much as touches me he would beat the shit out of him. It was the usual spew.

I'm 25, Dean, and this isn't my first date!

I knew he was just being protective and keeping his guard up, but in all honesty Dean was actually happy for me. He had not liked Randy back in the day, especially due to his association with The Authority. But since he had left them he had changed. He was a nicer guy, he got involved in more things, he spoke to the roster more backstage and Dean found that he was actually a great person.

He approved, and that approval meant more than he could ever know. Dean was like my big brother, so to know he was onboard with the guy I was seemingly dating allowed me to go into it happily knowing we had no one against us. It was a nice feeling, we had my cousin's blessing, and now I couldn't wait to actually meet up with Randy and get this show on the road.

And now I'd told Seth that I was having nothing to do with him, I could go into this head first without any issues or problems. I'd put the jackass in his place and told him firmly how this was going.

It was freeing, it was refreshing, and it meant I could focus all my attention on Randy. And as time grew closer to our meeting point, I began to feel butterflies in my stomach and excitement in my heart.

"Have you got money on you?" Renee asked.

"Yes," I replied. "And I also have my bank card if I don't have enough."

"If I know Randy, he'll insist on paying for the whole thing. He's a total gentleman, but it's always good to have cash on you just in case."

"Agreed," I replied.

"Avoid a dark lipstick too," she advised, doing the last of my curls. "Not a good idea when food is involved."

"I won't," I said.

She finished the curls and ran her hands through them in order for them to drop and look more like waves.

"Do you guys have anything planned after the meal?" she asked.

"Randy didn't mention anything," I said thoughtfully, eyeing a navy blue number from my suitcase to wear. It was a dress that finished just above my knees. "He just spoke about a meal."

"I'd take a warm jacket then just in case," she said. "It gets cold at night and it's a good precaution."

"Good idea," I said as she finished my hair. I stood, picked up the dress and rushed to the bathroom to change. Once I was done, I sat on the bed to slip on my shoes. Renee moved to sit in front of me.

"So now I've got the annoying advice out the way, we can get into the juicy details," she said with a mischievous grin. "Do you think you'll kiss him tonight?"

"Renee!" I exclaimed, my cheeks turning pink, both heels now on my feet.

"I'm curious," she defended.

"I don't know," I said. "It's only a first date. I don't want to come across too forward or anything. Plus what if he doesn't want to?"

"He's a man, he'll want to," Renee laughed. "But if you're nervous just get a feel for the situation. See if it's heading that way, and if it is, he won't judge you for kissing on the first date. Most men love it."

"Maybe…" I said, unsure. "I just want to have fun and get to know a nice guy."

"And you will," said Renee. "Randy is lovely, he'll treat you like a princess and you are guaranteed to have fun."

"I hope so," I said, looking at the time. I had fifteen minutes before I was due to meet him so Renee said goodbye and I went to pick out a jacket, ready for the night ahead.

xXx

Just as Renee had predicted, Randy was ever the gentleman at dinner. He held doors open for me, he took my coat off for me, he pulled my chair out for me and he was persistent on paying for the whole thing. I did protest, claiming I could very happily pay for my half of the bill at the end of the night but he was having none of it. He was buying everything and that was that.

We ordered a bottle of wine with two glasses and told the waiter which meals we'd like. He rushed off and soon returned with our drinks. Once the wine was poured, it was very easy to sit with Randy and settle into a conversation.

"So how is your project going?" he asked me.

"Oh, wonderfully," I answered. "The interview we did last week has proved very useful. So much information and so many details."

"Well let me know if you need to chat again for anything else," he said. "Any missed details or anything you need clarification on. I'm happy to help."

"Oh, you gave me more than enough," I explained. "I could literally have written a paper on just you."

He began to laugh. "Yeah, I guess I talk too much."

"Oh, not at all," I said. "I loved every minute of our interview. It was wonderful hearing all those old stories and how you worked your way up in the company. It was quite inspiring."

"I never realised my life was so interesting," he said thoughtfully. "And it makes me happy that you think so positively of me."

"It does?"

"Of course," he said. "As I said before, I think a lot of you, Lydia, and I'm loving spending time with you. It's good to know the girl you're on a date with likes you."

I bit my lip. "There's a lot to like."

He gave me a smile, my head turning away embarrassed under his intense stare. He had a lovely smile, the kind that made you feel special, like you're the only girl in the room. I'd seen him so many times on TV growing up with a sinister look and an angry look, but to see him here smiling made him look more human and more likeable… and there really was a hell of a lot to like.

The food soon arrived, the smells coming from each plate absolutely delicious. Randy thanked the waiter and we began to tuck into our meals.

"Well you know plenty about me after last week, but I don't know as much about you," he said, changing the conversation. "So tell me about yourself. Tell me about Lydia."

"What would you like to know?"

"Anything," he replied. "Everything."

"Well I grew up in Cincinnati," I started. "My dad died when I was quite young so it's been my mom and I for most of my life. We took Dean in a lot growing up so even though he's my cousin he's kind of like my unofficial big brother."

"So you're close with him?" he asked as we continued eating.

"Very," I replied. "Dean is amazing. He's not only like a brother but he's like a best friend too. Cincinnati wasn't the greatest place to grow up, so you always tend to have each other's backs. You grow close, make a bond that's unbreakable. Dean has always been there for me and I've always been there for him."

"It's good to have that kind of relationship," he said. "It's especially useful in a place like WWE. I know you're only here temporarily, but there's a lot of people and a lot of big personalities here. It's good to know he's there to look after you."

"He is," I smiled. "Roman and Renee too. They've always been there by my side."

"And me," he added.

"You?"

"I'm here to look after you too."

I looked at him. "You are?"

"Of course," he smiled. "I am definitely on your side. Anyone messes you around, just let me know and I can sort them out for you."

I can think of someone…

I began to chuckle lightly. "Thanks. I'll bear that in mind."

We continued eating our food and drinking our wine, the conversation flowing nicely. Randy was so easy to talk to and he listened to every word I said. He wasn't just checking me out or staring at my boobs, he was genuinely listening to each word that left my mouth. He asked me questions and actually got to know me. It was nice to meet a man like that, one who didn't just want to get into your underwear but actually wanted to get to know you as a person. It was nice, it was refreshing, and it was making me like the man more and more.

We spoke about my childhood, his childhood, our likes and dislikes, our take on WWE, things we liked to do in our spare time, everything. Time seemed to go so quickly and it was a shame that things were slowly coming to an end. I didn't want the night to finish.

Randy drank the last of his wine before he looked at me.

"So, Lydia," he began. "How has tonight gone for you?"

"I've loved it," I beamed. "I've enjoyed every second. It's just a shame time had to fly by so quickly."

"I couldn't agree more," he grinned. "The best company and the most fun I could have asked for."

"Really?" I asked and he nodded.

"So if I was to suggest to you, here and now, that we opt for a second date, what you think about that?" he suggested.

"Honestly?" I asked. "I'd love to. You don't understand how much fun I've had."

He smiled. "Perfect answer. Tonight has genuinely been fantastic, and I can honestly say I would love to take you out again."

"So are we confirming a second date then?" I enquired hopefully.

"Yes we are," he grinned, my heart thumping heavily in my chest as he reached over the table and took my hand in his, running his thumb along my palm. I felt like a school girl again, like I was a teenager whose crush was finally giving her the time of day.

Gah! This is amazing!

He actually wanted a second date, he wanted this to progress further, he liked me enough to do all this again. I couldn't believe my luck and I couldn't believe he was feeling the same way as I was. I knew this date had gone great for me, but it was awesome to know it had gone great for him too. Randy Orton wanted a second date with me and there was no way in hell I was turning him down.

"Are you ready for the bill?" he asked me after a short while.

"I think so," I said. "I just need the bathroom first."

"Of course," he smiled. "I'll call the waiter down and pay up whilst I'm waiting."

"Are you sure you don't want any money from me?" I asked as I stood.

"I'm certain," he grinned politely. "I like to treat a lady."

Knowing he wasn't going to budge so I rushed away to the bathroom. It was posh bathroom full of deep reds and rich mahoganies. It definitely matched the upscale vibe the restaurant gave off. I used the toilet before approaching the sink and mirror in order to freshen up.

Tonight had been so much fun, the smile never leaving my face once. Not only had I had a great time but I'd gotten to know a really fantastic person. A person who made me feel special, who enjoyed my company, who knew how to have a good time. A second date was on the cards and the first one had been a success. I felt happy, euphoric, and even though I was a fairly inexperienced woman, I felt optimistic for the future.

I washed and dried my hands before checking in the mirror to see if my makeup was alright. I heard the door open and close beside me but thought nothing of it. I reached into my bag to pull out my compact to powder my face.

"A second date? Really?" came a familiar voice from behind me.

I jumped at the sound, my eyes widening, my body freezing on the spot as I turned to see Seth Rollins by the door, leaning against it, making sure it was staying closed.

What. The. Hell?

Was this literally happening right now? What the actual fuck was he doing here?! Did he have a tracker on me? Had he been in the restaurant this whole time? I'd been so wrapped up in talking to Randy that I had barely noticed anything else around us.

"What on Earth are you doing here, Seth?" I asked in utter confusion, totally at a loss, not fully sure what was going on. "I asked you to stay away."

I was in the ladies bathroom in a totally random restaurant in the middle of a very large city and somehow he had still managed to find me. This guy had some major issues.

"Are you seriously considering a second date with Orton?" he asked me, ignoring my question. His voice was stern; he didn't sound happy.

"This is the ladies bathroom," I told him as if it was some sort of excuse for him not to be in here with me.

No, the excuse should be that he's a crazy fucking stalker who needs to leave you the hell alone!

"I don't care. Now answer my question," he said. "You seriously want to see him again?"

"Of course I do," I said proudly. "He's caring, he's funny and he's great company. Not that it's any of your business but I'd love to see him again."

"Why do you keep lying to yourself?" he asked, his hands comfortably in his pockets. "Why are you kidding yourself when you know deep down he is far from what you want?"

"Why do you keep acting like you know me? Seriously?" I asked. "And why won't you leave me alone? I thought I made myself quite clear last time we met."

"It's very easy to know you, Lydia," he explained. "Your body language and reactions give you away very effortlessly. Everything I said to you last Friday at the Charity Gala was true and you know it. Orton is not what you need and he's certainly not what you want."

"And you think you know what I want?" I asked, hands on my hips.

"I don't think, I know," he explained.

"What is your fucking problem?" I asked in exasperation. "You say all this stuff to me, you act a certain way and you won't leave me alone… You've known me for a matter of weeks, Seth, and you don't have a clue who I am or what I want. We've spoken on a hand full of occasions and most of them have involved arguments. What do you want from me?"

He looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm not even sure myself."

"Is this a way to get to Dean?" I asked curiously.

It was something I had often wondered. I was an easy target, I was someone close to Dean, and I was someone he could easily manipulate in order to get to my cousin. But if this was his plan, I wanted nothing to do with it.

"You think I act this way because I want to get to Dean?"

I nodded. "It would make sense."

His eyes slowly darkened at my words and he stopped leaning on the door, his body suddenly standing upright. It was like a switch had gone off inside him, his whole demeanor changing.

"Oh, sweetheart. If only it were that simple, it would make whatever is going on in my head so much easier."

I swallowed nervously. "What is going on in your head…?"

"You don't want to know," he replied.

We stared at each other, a heavy and tense silence in the bathroom. No one else was in here and from the quietness beyond the door no one was close to coming in. I couldn't tare my eyes from him, his words running through my mind.

Why didn't I want to know? Why was he doing all this? What thoughts was he having? Why me?

Endless questions, endless thoughts, endless confusion, it all hit my mind at once. I wanted answers and I wanted the truth. I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on with this man constantly being around me like this. He'd told me to stay away and that hadn't worked. I'd told him to stay away and that hadn't worked. My cousin had threatened him and that hadn't worked.

There was clearly no way I was getting rid of him, so I at least wanted answers as to his constant need to be around me.

"Try me," I finally said. "Maybe I do want to know."

I took a deep and steadying breath, Seth taking a step forward towards me. I took a step back, quietly gasping as my back hit the wall behind me. I was stuck, I was trapped and since he stood between me and the door I seemingly had nowhere to go. He stalked towards me like a predator, like a lion with his prey firmly in his sights. My heart thudded in my chest so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears.

Slowly but surely he reached me, his hand carefully reaching out, brushing my hair lightly from my face. His touch was soft, gentle, like he was touching glass. My breath caught in my throat, his smell filling all my senses, his closeness making it impossible to think. All I could do was stand there and await his next move.

He took one more step forward until our chests were pressed together, my body sandwiched between Seth and the wall. I looked timidly up at him under my long eyelashes, his face mere inches from mine, his muscled body making me feel two inches tall. I stood there with both fear and anticipation guiding me.

I waited for him to say something but he remained calm and silent, not uttering a single word. Neither of us did. Our bodies were saying everything that needed to be said.

His hands slowly lowered until they were resting on my hips, abruptly pulling me closer until his bottom half was suddenly flush against mine. I gasped, my eyes meeting his. They were dark and hooded, something swimming in them that both frightened and excited me.

I bit my lip, a light moan leaving his mouth as I did, the sound surprising me. I found it oddly arousing and I knew I wanted to hear it again. With a trembling breath, I lifted my hands and rested them on his strong chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath my palms.

Jesus…

He looked down at me, a smug smirk appearing on his mouth. Suddenly it was his turn to take the lead again.

"Feel something you like?" he asked me.

I didn't have an answer, I couldn't speak. Mainly because I was too shocked and lost in the moment to comment but also because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he felt beneath my hands.

"Your silence speaks a thousand words," he said, pressing forward. All of a sudden he pushed me harder against the wall, his hand grabbing my leg and wrapping it around his waist, opening me up more, a tiny whimper leaving my lips. I was wearing a dress so Seth now had perfect access to my thighs.

His hand began to massage the skin on my leg, my eyes closing and my head falling back against the wall behind me. No matter how much of a jackass he was and no matter how crazy the situation was, I couldn't deny how good his hands felt.

His hands slowly snaked up my leg, going along my calf, over my knee and then teasingly along my thigh. My body felt hot, every nerve on edge, every touch setting me on fire.

"Nice guys don't do this, Lydia," he whispered huskily into my ear. He licked quickly against my earlobe before running his nose over my temple.

Holy shit…

"I bet Randy wouldn't do this," he went on. "I bet he wouldn't take you in such a public place and hold you like this. He's far too nice for that. He wouldn't grab you and tease you and turn you on like this."

"I'm… I'm sure h-he would," I tried to get out, my head light, my mouth dry.

"He can't make you moan like this, his hands can't touch you like this." His hand moved further up my thigh, edging closer to the place that needed relief. I was soaked, I already knew this.

"You don't know that…" I said.

"I do," he said as he moved to rub his nose over mine, a light moan leaving my lips, his hands now closer to the place that was aching with arousal. He pressed closer, if that was even possible, another moan leaving my mouth when I suddenly felt his hardness against my thigh. I could feel it through the denim of his jeans and I could not help but feel myself grow a little wetter. His fingers went further up my thigh until they were on the edge of my panties, running them along the lace, my eyes opening as he cupped my panty-covered mound. "He won't have you gasping and moaning and dying to be near him. He won't have you trembling as he holds you in his arms. And he won't have you absolutely dripping wet. Not like this… not like I am."

And that's when reality suddenly hit me.

This was wrong… so so wrong. I was on a date with a man, a lovely man, a man who was only a few feet away, and here I was being touched up in a bathroom by someone I despised. Yes, his touch was incredible, and yes this felt amazing, but it wasn't right.

This was not who I was and it wasn't what I wanted. Yet again I'd let Seth get the better of me and win his game. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but he always did something to make me submit, to break me down, to make me accept his presence.

I wanted distance from him, not only for my sake but for the sake of Dean, of Randy, of my school work. I'd asked him to stay away, and yet here he still was, one second away from fingering me in a public bathroom whilst I was on a date with another man.

This was so wrong and I was not that type of girl. I liked Randy and I wanted to give this a shot with him.

So I opened my eyes and pushed him away from me. He stumbled back and looked surprised at my rejection, but I was not going to let this happen again. He'd done it at the Charity Gala but it wasn't happening now.

"Enough! I like Randy," I told him sternly. "I'm happy with him, and I am going on a second date. I meant what I said before, Seth. Leave me alone."

I didn't give him chance to answer, I simply marched out of the bathroom and headed straight for the table I'd been at all night. Randy was still sat there, waiting patiently for me.

"There you are," he smiled, his sweetness making guilt hit me hard. "I was wondering where you'd gotten to."

He stood as I reached him and helped me get my coat on. I wanted to leave and I wanted to leave now. I did not want to give Seth the chance to catch us and start an argument.

"Sorry," I said. "Makeup incident."

He laughed. "I understand."

He must have already paid because no sooner was my coat on did we leave the restaurant. I looked behind me as we jumped into a taxi to head back to the hotel, making sure we weren't being followed. Thankfully we weren't so we were able to drive away without issue.

This was becoming too much of a common occurrence now. I didn't know what Seth's motives were or why he was targeting me, but I couldn't keep letting this happen. Tonight had been one step too far. It should not have happened and it could never happen again. I had to be stronger, I had to be braver.

Seth Rollins was getting under my skin and it needed to stop.

Again, a huge thanks to beautifultragedyxxx, Cassiel W, MsConCon, Raquel the writer, Guest, Bajor10, Sarah Reigns, Tantoune, Rkosgirl1 and WWETNAGirl for their reviews