Blue Moon-

Roman walked to the club. Dean didn't sound too wasted, so he could walk. Walking in, he looked around. He saw his co-workers at a table near the DJ. Amaya was on the table dancing, he could see Dean trying to pull her down.

He walked over and tapped Dean's shoulder.

"Finally", he said, sounding frustrated.

Brie was making out with Seth and Nikki was on John Cena's lap, but her eyes were on Dean.

"I've been trying to get her down for an hour. Help me take her back home", Dean said.

Roman nodded and grabbed Amaya by the waist and lifting her over his shoulder. Dean grabbed her purse as they walked out. Without the loud music, Roman can now hear Amaya's protests about leaving and for him to put her down.

"No, it's late and we work tomorrow. You shouldn't have drank so much to begin with", Roman said, angry at her for drinking.

"I'm old enough to do what I want when I want too", she said, hitting his back.

Dean chuckled.

"Apparently not, if I have to come and get you", he said.

"Put me down", she yelled.

Roman rolled his eyes before looking at Dean.

"Why did you let her drink so much?", he asked him.

"I told her to slow down", Dean said.

"You two sound like AJ, I was just having fun. A few drinks helped me loosen up", she said.

"And what if you came in contact with the wrong person huh? What if he hurt you Yaya? I would have to kill him and I would go to jail", Roman said.

"Dean and I would visit", she joked.

Dean laughed and Roman squeezed her thigh.

"Have you gotten ahold of AJ yet?", he asked.

Dean shook his head no.

"She's either with Punk or she's a heavy sleeper", Dean said.

"She went out with Punk. He surprised her and if I'm correct, he got a room of his own and they are in there", Amaya said, her words slurred.

Dean put his phone away.

"Baby girl, you've got a room key?", Roman asked.

"Yeah, in my purse", she replied.

Dean opened it and pulled out the key. He checked her phone in case AJ called her.

"AJ sent her a text. It says her battery is dying and I'm rooming with Punk for the night and she sent a winking emoji", Dean read the message.

Amaya giggled, making Roman smile. They got to the hotel and people stared and whispered. Dean didn't like it.

"What? Haven't you ever seen drunk people before? She can't walk", Dean said.

Roman hit the button for the elevator.

"Dean, stop", Roman said.

"I don't like their judgy eyes", Dean growled.

Roman shook his head at his drunk friend. He got Amaya's floor number and then Dean's floor.

"I'll leave her at her room and you go to yours. Drink some water, and get some sleep.", Roman said.

Dean nodded.

"Yes dad", Dean said.

Roman laughed and grabbed the purse and key from Dean. The elevator stopped and Roman got off.

"See you tomorrow and get some sleep", Roman said, as he got off.

"Yeah, yeah", Dean mumbled as the doors closed.

"Yaya, what room?", Roman asked.

"One thirteen", she replied, half asleep.

Finding the room, he opened the door with one hand. Once inside, he laid her down.

"I'm going to get you some water", he said.

She moaned and fixed herself better on the bed. Roman walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a water. Amaya groaned, she sat up and unzipped her dress. Standing as best she could to let it fall at her feet.

"Stupid dress", she said.

"Oh", Roman stopped when he noticed she had removed her dress.

"I need my clothes, it's on my suitcase", she said.

He swallowed and nodded, setting the water down on the nightstand. He walked over to the suitcase and lifting the clothes, handing them to her.

"Drink your water and um, get some rest", Roman said, he tried his hardest not to look over her body.

She was trying to get her shirt on.

"Ro, I need help", she whined.

He swallowed again, it was hard enough to push these feelings down, touching her would be his breaking point.

"Please Rome", she begged.

He nodded and walked over to her, grabbing her shirt. Before he knew what was happening, she undid her bra and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor.

"You are so lucky you don't have to wear one of those", Amaya said.

She looked up at him.

"Amaya, I...", he stopped.

He wanted to tell her he had to go, but the words didn't want to leave his mouth, like he didn't want to leave the room. He put her shirt down before leaning towards her and kissing her. She moaned and pulled him down on top of her. His body pressed hard against hers.

"Don't stop", she mumbled against his lips.

He shook his head no.

"This time I'm not", he said, before attaching his lips to hers again.

He removed his shirt, her hands running over his now visible chest, sliding down to his shorts.

"Make love to me", she whispered.

She slide his shorts down. They made love for the first time, Roman knew he would regret it in the morning but right now, it was perfect.

He hoped Amaya was too drunk to remember this, because he didn't want her feeling guilty. She was innocent, she didn't know what she was saying, she was drunk. He on the other hand, was not drunk. He knew what he was doing, he wasn't innocent.

A little after three, he woke up and got dressed, he dressed her as well. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Good night baby", he whispered.

He left her room without a problem. Getting to his, he walked in and sat on the bed.

"Hey, where have you been?", Val asked, wiping her eyes.

He cleared his throat.

"Like I said, Dean gets clingy when he's drunk. I wanted to make sure he was good before I left him. I sat and next think I know I'm waking up on his couch", he said.

She nodded.

"Get some sleep babe", she said, before laying back down.

He nodded. He kicked his shoes off and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"What are you doing?", he said to himself.

He walked back out and laid down. Val moved over and laid her head on his chest. He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight", he whispered.

After making love to Amaya, he knew at this second that he couldn't forget what happened. He wanted a repeat, he wanted Amaya. She filled a void he didn't even know he had. He smiled.

Amaya woke up with the biggest headache. She groaned.

"Rise and shine Smalls", her sister said, opening the curtains in her room.

Amaya flinched and buried her head under her pillow.

"Turn off the sun", she said.

April laughed.

"Get up, we have to go to the gym. You have an interview before Raw tonight, and then we have to go over what's happening at the show", AJ said.

Amaya whined.

"Don't make me get a bucket of cold water", April threatened.

Amaya slowly got up.

"Party pooper", Amaya said, standing.

The blanket fell away from her legs and AJ gasped.

"What the hell happened to your thigh?", she asked.

Amaya looked down and noticed a bruise. She closed her eyes.

"It wasn't a dream", she mumbled.

"What?", April asked.

Amaya sat, she was nervous to tell her sister. April is going to hang her for this.

"What's going on Yaya?", she asked.

"I think I slept with someone. I thought it was a dream, but seeing this bruise, it was real", Amaya said.

April looked pissed.

"Who?", April asked.

"I met him at the club, I thought he was cute and...", she stopped.

Yes, she just lied, but she had too. Her sister would go and find Roman and not only yell at him, but let his girlfriend know he cheated.

"I can't believe this Yaya. I let you go out without me and you pull this crap", AJ yelled.

"Stop treating me like a child, let me learn from my mistakes. You act like you've never done this", Amaya said.

"I can't even look at you right now", April said.

Amaya looked down.

"Take a shower, a damn good one. Skip the gym and go straight to the interview, I'll see you at the arena.", April said, before walking out.

Amaya heard the front door slam. She walked over to her phone and read the only message she had. Roman.

"We need to talk"-Roman

It was sent two hours ago. She swallowed before hitting reply.

"When?"-Amaya

"When you get to the arena, text me. We could find a quiet place"-Roman

"Okay"-Amaya

Amaya was nervous for what Roman had to say. Did he regret it? Apart of her hoped he didn't, but the rational side said she hoped he did. This was wrong on so many levels. He had someone, and he had a daughter with her.

"What am I going to do?", she said to herself.