Chapter 2.
The next morning, Seth shifted in bed and sat up a bit disappointed. He was hoping Dylan would still be there when he woke up, but he should have known better. She was still someone else's girlfriend. He rolled out of bed more confused than he was the day before. After sharing a magical night together, she was just gone.
He couldn't really blame her though. They hadn't talked about anything regarding their relationship, so he didn't really have a right to try to claim her. She was still Dolph's.
That thought was a constant reminder in his mind during his workout that morning with Roman, who had noticed something was off with Seth since he disappeared that night.
"Does it have anything to do with that fact that a certain McMahon left around the same time?" he asked, hoping Seth hadn't crossed any lines. When Seth remained silent, Roman shook his head in disappointment and confusion.
"Seriously?" he asked bewildered. "She's got a boyfriend. You know: tan, blonde, shakes his ass a little too much for my liking?" Roman referred to Dolph, hoping Seth would realize the severity of the situation.
"If she wanted him so bad why did she give me her virginity last night?" Roman's eyes widened taking in the information Seth had just blurted out. Setting down the free weight, the Samoan Superman looked around to find the gym empty then sighed.
"Look, man, all I can say is I hope you know what you're doing. For her sake and your's" he pounded his fist against Seth's before leaving the Architect alone in the gym with his thoughts.
Seth sat at a table in catering stabbing mindlessly at his salad. He had seen Dylan a few minutes before at her glam station. She was just finishing up setting Nikki Bella's curls when Seth saw Dolph slide up behind her and kiss down her shoulder.
He cursed under his breath as she stormed off to catering, knowing if he stayed to watch them any longer, a fight would break out.
The two didn't speak until later that night after the show was over. Dolph had an appearance at a comedy show in Chicago the next night, so he flew out right after his match. As Dylan set a box of makeup palettes in a drawer on her makeup case, she felt someone watching her.
She turned around to find Roman standing with his arms across his chest.
"Roman… something you need?" she asked as she continued packing up.
"No, but there's something Seth needs: the truth." Dylan's focus strayed from the makeup over to Roman as he spoke. She turned around nervously as he continued.
"I know a good portion of what's been going down with the two of you, and I know he deserves answers. If you're planning on staying with Dolph that's on you. Just like it's on you if you want to go after Seth. But either way, they both deserve the truth."
His words sank in as she watched him walk away.
Deep down she knew Roman was completely right. She was being unfair to both Dolph and Seth. Dolph hadn't done anything wrong but in her heart, Dylan knew something was never right between the two. A part of her knew she had been using Dolph as a distraction after Seth's rejection.
The knocking had to be going on non-stop for about a minute before Seth nearly ripped the door off its hinges. He was shocked into silence as the person entered his hotel room.
"We need to talk" Dylan began, walking past him into the room. She began pacing nervously as Seth closed the door, still confused. He knew a conversation was necessary but he had no idea where her head was.
"After we first kissed and you said you didn't want me… I was angry. I'd spent my life having people treat me differently because of my last name, but you were different. You didn't try to kiss my ass or treat me weird. You were like my best friend. Then it all got wrecked. I tried to pretend like it never happened but it was weird after it happened. You barely wanted to be around me. I thought that after you got injured, it'd be easier getting over you with you being gone. But I was wrong. You were all I could think about."
The next night, Dolph sat across from his new girlfriend with an incredulous look on his face. She was breaking up with him.
She was actually breaking up with him!
After a few months of hanging out and dry humping, Dolph thought tonight would be the night they finally sealed the deal. He'd been damn patient too. Dylan was hot, young, and a wrestling heiress. And Dolph had been determined to be the one to deflower her. After betting Sami Zayn he could bed Vince's oldest grandchild, Dolph went to work wooing her, It wasn't hard either. It hadn't been that hard either. She had recently seemed depressed, not her normal bubbly self.
The fact that the timeline of everything revolved around Seth's departure and return wasn't lost on the Show Stealer. He glared across the candlelit table.
"It's Rollins, isn't it? You're leaving me for him." The second part wasn't a question. He laughed sarcastically. It immediately threw Dylan off.
"Unbelievable. My girlfriend is leaving me for the guy that used to bet he would sleep with her first. Tell him that Sami and I each owe him five grand. You two deserve each other" he seethed as he stood up and left the restaurant, leaving Dylan in tears.
Seth shifted nervously in the elevator ride up to Dylan's suite. She should've gotten back to her room after her breakup dinner with Dolph. Seth offered to pick her up but she assured him it would be over quick and she'd be back. He balanced the large pizza on one hand as he used the other to check his phone. He frowned when he hadn't received a message from her in the past two hours, but Seth figured she probably turned her phone on silent at dinner and forgot to turn it on.
His smiled dropped when she opened the door, her shoulder-length chestnut hair pulled up in a messy bun, makeup smeared. His jaw clenched as the worst scenarios flew through his head and all Seth was certain of was one thing: Dolph was a dead man.
"What happened?" he asked trying to walk past her into the suite. Dylan stood her ground, blocking his entrance.
"I heard about your stupid bet, ok?"
Seth stared at the shut door confused. He began knocking frantically at the door. A few seconds later, Dylan opened it again, still blocking it.
"Dyl, I have no idea what-"
"Save it, alright? I called Sami and even he admitted it. I just… I can't believe I thought I could ever trust you. Enjoy your winnings, asshole. I hate you."
And with that, she shut the door on him again, maybe for the last time.
Seth's heart shattered as he replayed her last words.
I hate you.
Dylan flung herself on the king-sized bed and continued staining a pillow with her tears. She knew a lot of the guys in the back had reputation for being sleazy playboys, but he really thought Seth was different. Now she felt sick thinking about how he used her. He probably laughed when Sami and Dolph were forced to pay him.
Dolph.
She couldn't believe she'd hurt him over someone so disgusting. Dolph had always been a gentleman, never pushing her into anything, and always remaining respectful. She blamed her stupid crush on Seth for blinding her to see how wonderful Dolph had been to her. Now she had ruined it all.
Remembering some items she'd hidden away in one of her carry-ons, Dylan grabbed two pairs of rolled-up socks. She placed them on her bed before grabbing a glass from on top of the suite's mini-fridge. Unrolling each sock she cracked two tiny bottles of Jameson open and poured them into the glass. She grabbed the bottle of her father's old painkillers from the other sock and took out a few.
The whiskey burned down her throat as she digested the toxic combination. After finishing the drink, Dylan got in bed hoping for sleep to come soon.
Roman watched Seth pace around his room muttering about Dolph and Dylan. He rolled his eyes as Seth stopped for a second, cursed under his breath and continued to pace.
"For fuck's sake man, you need to sleep! Give her some space and talk to her in the morning."
"She's not gonna talk to me, she's convinced I'm the fucking Antichrist! What I want is to get my hands on Dolph and make the weasel confess."
The rage in Seth continued to boil over during the next few days. Dylan had flown home to her parents' place in Manhattan. After the third day, he couldn't take it anymore.
Seth walked right up to Sami Zayn in the locker room and pushed him aggressively. "Where's that prick Ziggler? I haven't seen him all day and I'm sick of waiting for the little punk." Seth's eyes were blazing wildly as Sami began to smile.
"He had an early day, went to go meet up with Dylan. She'll be back at the live taping tomorrow night. Sin City, baby".
Sami removed himself from Seth's presence and whistled the wedding song merrily as he walked away.
Seth couldn't move. He knew Dolph was a manipulate son of a bitch and Dylan could be impulsive.
But she would never elope... Right?