Chapter 4.
"Thanks for meeting up with me. Dean and I had a great time last week, and I don't know… a girl's day with you just sounded cool."
Dylan and Renee embraced in a quick hug before the ladies sat down.
"I haven't had a girl's day in so long, I might be a little rusty."
After using her fake ID, the ladies waited for their drinks.
"So tell me something 'Amelia Lopez'..." Renee began, noticing the last name Dylan chose to use. "How does no one in your family care about your underage partying? Or are they just cool with it?"
"Well, Uncle Paul did walk in on me and a bunch of my friends cleaning up from a rager I through the night before. So I guess they're fine as long as it's not going to end up with me destroying the house."
"Nice," Renee applauded as their drinks arrived. "To 'girl's day'. Hopefully the first of many."
Renee extended her glass across the table as Dylan mirrored her.
"Definitely."
Dean's clasped hands rolled back and forth as Renee recapped her afternoon.
"So what... that's it then? We tell Seth she's in love with him? Boom." The steps seemed easy enough to Dean.
"It's not that simple, Babe".
"Didn't you just say-" Roman began but was cut off.
"Being in love with him is one thing. Trusting him is another. She's not sure if she wants to marry Dolph, but guys... she knows she can't trust Seth."
"We have to get some proof of what that asshole actually did" Dean concluded.
Before either Roman or Renee could agree, the locker room door opened and Seth walked in. His headphones were wrapped around his neck and he pulled his hoodie down, keeping quiet as he moved through the locker room. The other three people in the room shared a look and continued on with their schedules for the evening.
Dylan rolled her eyes at the sound of the annoying laugh coming from the woman sitting across from her.
"Oh yeah right, Bay, you soo want to!" Sasha Banks addressed her best friend, watching her stroke her boyfriend Sami Zayn's arm.
"Maybe" she began shyly. "But 'somebody's' gotta put a ring on it first!" she admitted, earning another laugh from Sasha, which in turn earned another McMahon eye roll.
"Seriously Dylan, you're lucky. You're really happy and in love" Bayley said sincerely as she turned to Dylan. Sasha flipped her fuschia hair before responding.
"Yeah, Dilly. Super lucky" she said slyly, licking the yogurt off her spoon all the while staring at Dolph. He sat up a bit as Bayley grabbed Sami to go back to his and Dolph's locker room. Dylan eyed Sasha before checking the new message on her phone.
"I gotta go do Nattie's glam. I'll see you later" she said kissing him. She eyed Sasha once more ready to clap back.
"And don't worry too much Sash. I've got some really great concealer to cover those zits for tomorrow". Dylan gestured around her chin as she smirked, before heading out of catering.
Seth grabbed a couple of handfuls of ass and spread the brunette's cheeks as he watched his dick enter her from behind slowly over and over. Her moans began to fill the room and Seth slowed his motions, driving into her to the hilt over and over.
"Don't stop Daddy. I-" her begging was muffled as he turned her face down, letting her scream into the pillow. He grabbed onto her hips tightly, picking up his pace and he felt her walls clench. She bucked wildly beneath him as he continued pumping into her unphased.
As she began to claw at the sheets, his thrusts almost became manic, uneven, and unsteady. He was chasing a high he wasn't reaching. After a few more thrusts he pulled out of her and laid on his back, perpendicular to her breathless body, frozen with her bare ass still in the air.
She finally collapsed and Seth felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. "That was amazing." she cooed rolling towards him and laying her head on his chest.
"It was a mistake" he retorted coldly.
"What are you talking about?" Seth sat up and turned back to look at her.
"You should go."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Colby? You're the one that called and flew me out here. So was all of that 'Oh, come to Vegas. I miss you baby' shit exactly that?!"
"Liz-" he began. He watched his ex-girlfriend shoot up from the bed and quickly dress before gathering her things. "I'm really sorry."
"Whoever she is really fucked you up, huh?" she joked sadly before yanking the hotel door open and rolling her bag out behind her.
Seth sighed sadly as she walked out the door, knowing damn well what he had just done wouldn't fix anything. With his luck, he ruined everything even more.
"What's it gonna take, babe? I'd do anything for you, you that." Dolph's pleas began to annoy Dylan for what seemed like the millionth night in a row.
"It's not that easy for me" she offered.
"It was that easy for Seth though, right?" he challenged spitefully. "You tell me you fucking cheated on me Dylan, and I still have to wait? Are you kidding me?!" his voice began to rise.
"You can't just use sex like it's a bargaining chip." This was a side of Dolph she'd never seen. It definitely wasn't her favorite side.
"Whatever, I'm gonna go blow off some steam." He got out of bed and grabbed sweats and a shirt.
"Where are you going?" she asked watching him dress.
"Out for a run," he said agitatedly.
"Fine," she said with a sigh. She reached over to turn the bedside lights off before turning her back towards the front door.
The next week, Dylan sat back in the middle of a backyard in the desert, sipping a spiked lemonade.
"We were really excited you could make it to our little barbeque," Renee said as she sat across from Dylan.
"Where's Dolph?" Renee asked. Dean looked up from where he was flipping various meats on the grill to listen in on the ladies' conversation.
"Oh, well… you know we both just wanted to do our own thing for the 4th" she stammered.
Renee eyed her, carefully choosing her words.
"Really? I love spending the holidays with Dean. Squished together on the same lounger… watching the fireworks… it's magical. I'd go crazy if I couldn't be with him on a night like this" she said, looking over at Dean who nodded and air-kissed in her direction.
Dylan watched the exchange between the two, with a pang of jealousy in her chest. She never felt this way towards Dolph. There was never a time where she felt like she'd go crazy without him. She didn't really miss him on nights she slept in her suite alone.
"You okay Dyl?" Dean asked, tilting his head to check the status of a particularly juicy looking burger. "You kinda zoned out."
"Yeah-yeah… I uhh, I just gotta pee."
"When do they ever want to actually throw a party? And weren't we just in Vegas? Did nobody want to be near the water for tonight? How long unt-"
"You've been whining the past 40 minutes, man. Chill the fuck out" Roman's grip on the steering wheel loosened a bit as he glanced at his brother. He understood Seth had been in a lot of pain the past few weeks and that this last one had been especially hellish, but he hoped for Seth's sake, the worst would soon be over.
Dylan grabbed another hard lemonade from the fridge and made her way back out to the patio. She recognized Roman's laugh and made her way outside. Before anyone noticed her return, Roman looked toward the top of the stairs.
"There she is" he bellowed.
Her eyes shot up the stairs and for a second she and Seth both stood motionless, staring at each other. Seth continued down the stairs as Dylan gave Roman a quick hug and took her seat back at the table. She grabbed her phone and instantly began scrolling on social media, her leg bouncing wildly under the table. Renee gave Seth a sympathetic look.
"All right, everybody… chowtime."
"I'm gonna hit the head" Seth mumbled, sliding pass Roman, making her way into the house.
Seth could see the panicked look set in on Dylan's face as the group stood on Dean and Renee's front patio balcony overlooking the Strip. Fireworks were running out as Renee blasted a playlist throughout the house.
"You okay?" he whispered as he crept up behind her. The weight behind those two words was heavier than he first thought and now he was worried.
"I'm fine," she said, taking a step away from him, staring blankly at the display in the sky.
"You sure you're fine 'Shane'?" he asked later that night as he watched her seem to be retracing her steps throughout the house. She stopped and turned around to see him holding the bottle he'd found on the bathroom sink earlier. She hung her head in shame as Seth continued.
"Seriously Dylan, your dad's pain pills? What did you do, huh, break your wrist putting that highlight shit on one of the Bellas?!"
"Would you mind lowering your voice?!" Dylan begged in a hushed tone. She pushed him into her guest room and shut the door behind them, locking it.
He paused for a minute, realizing they were alone for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He cursed himself for instantly wanting to reach out to hold her.
"I'm not taking them all the time… and it's not like I'm downing handfuls at a time. They just take the edge off?"
"It's still fucking dangerous, Baby" he pleaded grabbing her hands as he sat on the bed.
"Don't" she warned as she pulled away from him. He'd almost gotten to her again. "I still can't forgive what you did. I never will, ok? Just get out."
"I didn't make any fucking bet!" he yelled.
"And now you're still fucking lying to me! Get out!" Dylan pushed him back forcefully. He stumbled back on the bed in shock before standing back up and leaving.