"You shouldn't have left me. I loved you, and I still do."
"No Dean you're obsessed, now let me go!" You shouted at your ex boyfriend Dean Ambrose. There was a time where you loved him, but soon you realized that he was too obsessive with you. He started getting controlling of your life, from who you can be with friends with, and what you were allowed to wear. He even hit you a few times during arguments and he sex started to get more and more aggressive, especially if there was something he want to do with you and you didn't feel comfortable with. When you told him you wanted to get into wrestling he wouldn't have any part of it. He told you that you were too small, and that you would never make it, but look at where you are now. In the WWE, and of course you knew that this day would come where you would run into your crazy ex, but this was your dream so you wasn't gonna let that bother you. That was until after your first match on Smackdown. You crossed paths with Dean, and of course the two of you got into an argument over the break up that happened almost four years ago and now he had you pinned against the wall.
"Come on, babe. I know you like it when I hold you like this." He licked his lips and pulled your arms up over your head. "It just gets you all wet, doesn't it?" He smirked, as he leaned in close to you, your lips now just inches apart. "Just admit it you still want me and need me as much as I want and need you."
"Nope." You shook your head. Truth be told, if he changed his obsessive controlling ways, maybe you would give him a second chance, just maybe.
"Don't lie to me." He slowly licked your cheek.
"Don't you have to be somewhere?" You asked him, knowing that he had a match scheduled for later tonight.
"Yeah, but I won't leave until I get what I want."
"And what's that."
"You in my bed." You rolled your eyes at him. "But.." He continued. "Since it's unlikely I'll get that from you right now, I'll settle for just a kiss."
He puckered his lips.
"Why would I even kiss you?"
"Don't you want me to let you go?"
"Yeah but, no. I don't kiss assholes."
"You had no problem kissing this asshole over four years ago."
"Dean..."
"It's just one little kiss, it's not like I'm asking you to drop your panties." He chuckled. "Or do you have a boyfriend, is that it?"
"No."
"So?"
It was clear that Dean wasn't going to give up until he got what he wanted. As much as you didn't like him for what he did to you, you didn't want him to get into any trouble. So you quickly pecked his lips.
"There." You said.
"That wasn't a REAL kiss."
You sighed. "Fine." You kissed him for real this time. He moved his hands down your wrist, over the sides of your body and down to your hips, before slowly pulling back away from the kiss. "See, what that so hard." He stepped back, smirking at you and looking over your body from head to toe. You shook your head and watched as he slowly walked away. He left you there confused about your current feelings for him.
