Hey everyone, once again sorry for the delay. Warning no smut ahead in this one. Lol. I promise the next chapter will be up very soon. Reviews welcome. Thanks for reading.

The hotel near the Wembley arena was not anything like the one Dean had just left in Central London but it was clean, functional and near to the venue which is all that mattered to the company with such a tight budget and schedule to keep. It was filling up with performers and staff checking in, newly arrived from the airport by the time Dean arrived himself. A few diehard fans milled around outside but he managed to slip in without being noticed as Cena was already signing stuff for them.

"Hey man, what's sup!" He called out to Seth who was waiting in the lobby about to go up to his room clad in a black suit, Authority styleee.

"Ambrose, my man. How you doing?" Fist bumping each other. "You're in for it dude. That photo is doing the rounds on Twitter, your fangirls are going nuts. They're even tweeting me and Roman about it. I hope she was worth it because the bosses are not happy!"

"It's cool, I'll sort it out. Anyway, you'll see her tonight. I've asked to come on tour this week."

Seth rolled his eyes at his friend. "How is that going to work out? She won't be able to come on the bus with us or..."

They were interrupted by an imposing man in a suit, Hunter Hemsley, COO of the company. He was accompanied by a well groomed middle aged woman called Jenny from 'Talent Relations'.

"Dean, can we have a word?" Hunter asked.

Fluffing up his hair Dean replied, "Sure, no problem."

They sat down in a semi private part of the lobby. The lady spoke first.

"So, we allowed you to travel ahead of the company to visit an 'elderly relative'," She used her own fingers to mimic the quote marks. "But I'm pretty sure that the girl you were spotted kissing in the middle of London was neither elderly or a relative Dean." Her tone was neutral as keeping the talent happy was just as important as keeping them in line.

Dean just smirked then shrugged. "What can I say, I got sidetracked, people have phones on them all the time. How did I know someone would recognise me and take a photo? I don't even use social media do I?"

Hunter was less neutral. "Here's the thing Dean. You know the rules, keep it discreet and we don't care but start getting caught out and that causes problems. You're on a big push now, you don't need anything jeopardising that. I assume you've got the girl out of your system? Nice hotel that admin booked for you by the way."

"I paid for it myself Hunter, just got them to book it and no actually, I haven't got her out of my system. She's coming tonight to the show and I want her with me on this UK tour."

Hunter narrowed his eyes, "I'm not sure if that is going to be possible Dean."

Dean was starting to get mad, "Fuck Hunter, Randy Orton brings his girl with him all over the place..."

"Randy has his own bus Dean," Hunter interrupted. "And she doesn't come overseas with him. Christ what are you twenty eight? When I was your age I'd have a different girl every night, make the most of it..."

"Well maybe I started earlier than you, maybe I'm sick of fucking ring rats, skanks and thick Divas thinking they own me..."

"Some fucking English broad, where did you pick her up, I heard it was at a show in May? That makes her a ring rat in my book," Hunter said with venom.

Dean, now white with rage replied through gritted teeth, fists clenched, "She is not a ring rat. I've known her for six months!" This was stretching the truth slightly, but she had been inside his head for six months as far as he was concerned.

The conversation was getting very heated. Jenny, who was an expert at smoothing things over cut in between the both of them.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen please, let's calm down. Dean, Hunter and I need a conversation. Go check in, relax and I'll come and find you later." She said soothingly.

Dean stood up and glared down at them and stalked off muttering to himself about what happens to people who tell him what to do.

"Kids huh!" Jenny said to a Hunter with a shrug at Dean's departing figure.

"Fucking attitude, I don't need it at this moment in time." Hunter replied grimly.

"Well, the roster is short at the minute, with so many top guys out injured, he's headlining half the tour Hunter..." Jenny responded.

"I know, I know but this sort of thing causes problems, if I give him preferential treatment they'll all want it."

Jenny had been with the company a long time, she knew Hunter well and also saw the potential in Ambrose. He could be the top guy in a few years and in her book they needed nurturing as well as pushing. "If you don't mind me saying Hunter, giving some guys preferential treatment is nothing new in this business. I think he's earned it, he works harder than most, he's never been more popular, let him have his girl. You never know, it might fizzle out once the novelty has worn off and we'll be back in the States before you know it."

"And what if it doesn't fizzle out?" Hunter replied.

"Then we will have to reassess." Jenny said. "I'll talk to him and find a way round this, I'll tell PR not to comment on the photo but he needs to keep her out of the public eye during the next few days or she is out."

A couple of hours later and Dean was in the ring at the mostly empty arena running over his match for this evening, the roster was milling about, waiting their turn to practice, giving advice and exchanging banter. Entrance music and lighting was being tested. Others were with the costume ladies asking for last minute adjustments to their outfits. Divas were in make up turning them from pretty into stunning. The mood in arena was relaxed and easy, Dean had calmed down and was focussing on his match, hollering over to his friends as he ran the ropes forgetting about the earlier row. His attention was then grabbed by a stunningly pretty blonde, sashaying down the ramp in full ring gear which left little to the imagination. Dean groaned inwardly as she approached.

"Hey Deany," she called out in a sickly sweet voice. "I've missed you baby."

Scarlett Raine, was her ring name. She was one of those Divas from the old school system. Ex Playboy, passable on the mic, terrible at wrestling not that it mattered. Her main job description was to look good, do photoshoots in magazines, do promotion for the company and just keep the fanboys happy, she wasn't let near a title run. She also had a reputation for going through the roster and was a total bitch.

"Not now Scarlett," Dean replied coldly.

Ignoring him she carried on in a loud voice so everyone could hear, "Sooo, been up to much since you arrived in the UK baby? I mean not that I've been on Twitter much I'm sure you wouldn't get caught hooking up with some dowdy little English bitch when you have me back at home!"

A crowd had started to gather as he responded as cooly as he could muster. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't fucking deny it, it's all over the internet! Who the fuck is she? I'm your girlfriend Dean." She cried.

Dean had had enough, he was leaning over the ropes and she was looking up at him, her pretty face twisted in anger, "Oh I'm not denying the little Twitter incident but I am denying your deluded belief that your are my fucking girlfriend! Listen to me honey, and listen good. I've told you a hundred times, there is nothing between us."

"You didn't say that three weeks ago, when we slept together!" She announced triumphantly.

The roster and crew who were enjoying this spectacle, looked excitedly at each other and sucked in a breath, this was getting good. Gossip and intrigue kept life on the road interesting.

"It meant NOTHING. You mean NOTHING to me. You were just convenient that night. I'd had a few too many and needed someone to bang sweety. That's all it was. I'd forgotten all about it."

"Bastard!" She screamed at him and turned and ran away up the ramp.

"Party's over people," Dean announced, rolling out of the ring. Man, drama seemed to follow him around today. Needing to get away, he went outside for a smoke. Leaning on a wall, one foot lifted behind him, he inhaled deeply, blowing out smoke into the cold London air. Great, he thought as he saw Jenny walking towards him, more bad news he bet.

"OK Dean?" She asked.

He just shrugged. "I've been better Jenny," he admitted.

"I've just seen Scarlett, she seems pretty upset." She probed.

"I'm sure she'll get over it. I'm about the eighth guy this year. Bring up a rookie on a push and she'll forget all about me," he said grimly.

Jenny smiled, the boy wasn't stupid. "I've spoken to Hunter and he's agreed that the girl can be with you on this trip and be around generally till we go back to the States."

Dean smiled giving himself away then shrugged pasting a 'not bothered' look on his handsome face, "Cool, thanks," he said.

"We need to find her something to do though or she'll have to be limited to the shows and the hotels. I need to find her a role so that the press don't get hold of the story and the roster don't get jealous. Tell me about her. What does she do for a living and what's her name?" Jenny asked.

"She's a writer, just starting out and her name is Autumn Burrows." Dean replied.

"A writer," she mused. "That has possibilities. So, have you read anything she has done and is it any good?"

"Sure," Dean lied. "She's gonna be a big star I reckon."

Jenny nodded at him. "Bring her to me tomorrow morning before we leave for the next town. She can travel with me and my team. I'll have a chat to her while we are on our way. You'll need to go on the bus with the other talent. You can meet up up with her when we get to Leeds. Is that a deal?"

"Yeah it's a deal," then adding "Thanks very much." Knowing that it was her who had swung this for him.

It was the better than he'd hoped, it was just that Autumn was about to get a crash course in the wrestling business whether she liked it or not!