Hotel Bar

"Roman how much do you know about Angel?"

"Just that she's an actress, an author, an ex -wrestler, ex-military, and a fashion designer."

"Well, when Angel was 16 she lost her parents and younger brother in a car accident that almost killed her too. Then shortly after she lost her shit and got committed to a mental institution."

"Wait! I thought I read a story about her being in a spa recovering from exhaustion during that time." Roman said with a confused look.

"That's what her PR people put out there so no one would be the wiser. While she was there she diagnosed with bi-polar disorder level 1 with rapid cycling."

"Wow! I don't know much about that stuff, but I've heard it's bad."

"Yeah it can be. She got better and they released her. But shortly after they did she went off her meds. She said they made her feel like a zombie."

"I've heard that said about a lot of mental illness drugs." Roman said thoughtfully.

"Shortly after that she got involved with The Undertaker. He was still in the other company when they got together and she followed him to WWE he when he got signed. And between the years of 1993 and 2001 she was with practically everybody on the roster."

"Oh Jesus! Why?"

"Well, an unmedicated person with bi-polar disorder can be very promiscuous when they're in a manic phase, and she seemed to be in one constantly. The only ones I know for a fact that she didn't sleep with was Ted DiBiase and the twin's dad."

"You mean Rikishi?"

"Yeah. She was like a daughter to those two. They fought with her constantly about getting back on her meds."

"Whoa! Wait! She was with my cousin Dwayne?"

"Oh yeah! They were thick as thieves those two." Show said with a huge smile and shaking his head.

"That's gross! All those older guys with a girl that young!"

"Hey, she was a player that one was. What she wanted she got. Hell, even I got lost in her for a while."

"No way!" Roman said.

"Oh yeah. Roman you know this Angel. You should have seen 17 year old Angel. She was all muscle and long black hair. She didn't walk she sashayed. She had a chip the size of a car on her shoulder. She took what she wanted. No if's, and's or but's about it. She was a force back then." Show said while looking off into space.

"Well, she's not much different now! "Roman said doing the same thing.

"What a lot of people don't know is Rikishi saved Angels life."

"Really? How! What happened?"

"Well, she had been working with the WWE as a runner so she travelled with us. She was at the same motel as us and she was off resting. Mark had broken up with her for like the millionth time and then add to that Dwayne told her it was him or getting back on meds. She started cycling something fierce that night. What she didn't know though was Rikishi was in the room next to her and heard the evidence of every single phase she went through that night. After about forty-five minutes of pure silence Rikishi went to the front desk and told them if they didn't open the door he was going to break it down."

"So did they?" Roman asked leaning in.

"Yeah they did. When they opened the door it was a war zone. Everything glass was shattered. And every soft surface was shredded. Rikishi looked around the room and his heart dropped when he saw a knife dripping with blood on the bathroom floor."

"Oh god she didn't do it? Tell me she didn't do it!" Roman said with tears in his eyes.

"Oh yes she did. Rikishi walked into the bathroom and there she was in the bathtub, covered in blood, in her bra and panties, with both of her wrists slit."

"Oh Jesus!" Roman whispered.

"Rikishi picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, wrapped her in a robe he found, and called Ted to take them to the hospital. She woke up the next day to Ted, Dwayne, and Rikishi by her bedside."

"Did they convince her to get back on her meds?" Roman asked hopefully.

"Yeah they did, she left the WWE shortly after. Then after that the Navy recruited her for some top secret stuff and she was with them for like 8 or 9 years."

"When did she start her security business?"

"While she was in the Navy. After her first mission her and her commanding officer opened it. And that brings me to why we're talking." Show said as he ran his hand over his bald head.

"Um..? Ok?"

"Have you ever heard the name James Weatherby?"

"Yeah he was a New York Times best-selling author wasn't he?"

"Yeah he was Angel's client when he died."

"Oh crap! But wasn't that a car accident?"

"Yeah and even though there was no foul play suspected Angel was in love with him at the time and they were involved. So in her mind her falling in love with him made her lose focus and not stop it from happening."

"Hell, how could she? She had no way of knowing that a drunk driver would cause the accident." Roman gushed.

"No, she didn't but that's not how she thinks Roman. And that's why if you are falling for her you have to understand that you're going to have to convince her it's ok or wait until this whole thing is over."

"So what you're saying is be patient?"

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying. Look, Roman if I know Angel like I think I know her she'll end up falling for you in the long run anyway. Just be patient. There is more I could tell you, but I'm an old man and I have to get to bed." Show said as he stood to leave.

"What makes you say that Show?" Roman asked genuinely interested.

"You are her type Roman. You're sweet, caring, confident, and hot as hell."

"You think I'm hot Show?" Roman asked with a chuckle.

"Roman you know you're hot so stop being coy." Show said as he waved him off and left the bar. About half an hour after Show left Roman paid his bill and went to his room

Saturday Morning, hotel

"For the love of god Ambrose get up! We have to leave soon!" I shouted as I banged on the door. I heard rustling and then Dean coming to the door, which suddenly flew open to reveal a completely naked Dean. I swallowed hard and took in the pale skin laid perfectly over his well muscled frame.

"For the love of god woman it's early and the next arena is only 3 hours away." He mumbled as he walked over to his bag and started digging for clothes. I looked at his ass and practically drooled. He grabbed some clothes and his toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom. But he stopped midway there, looked at me, and smiled lasciviously. He reached down and stroked his impressive morning wood and said "Like what you see honey?"

"Hm? Uh.. What are you talking about Ambrose? I wasn't looking at you I was just looking in your direction thinking." I stammered as I turned beet red.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You might start to believe it, but I never will." He sneered and walked to the bathroom. As soon as he was in the bathroom I started packing his stuff. I was almost done when he walked out.

"For the love of everything holy woman I can pack myself." He said and pressed his body tightly against mine.

"Is that really necessary Ambrose?" I asked as I gave him a shove.

"Is what necessary? Me pressing my body against yours? No, it's just fun!" He snarked as he grabbed his bags and headed to the door. I grabbed mine and did the same. Just as we passed Romans room he stepped out. We dropped our keys off at the desk and headed to the car. We stopped and got something to drink and then got on the road. About an hour in Dean said from the backseat "Hey Kira can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course Dean! I'm an open book." I said and sat sideways in my seat.

"Are you a submissive?"

A/N Well is she? We'll soon find out. And P.S. the best way to thank an author is to review!