Vivienne scowled as she heard her cell phone ringing and when she looked at the caller id, she bit her lip, afraid for a moment, knowing what she'd done earlier tonight was going to cause more problems for herself. She threw the phone and started to back up. When she backed up against something that was not the door, she jumped nearly a mile in the air.

She turned around, saw Bryan standing in the doorway, studying her as if he had no clue what to say, nor why he was even standing in her doorway. He cleared his throat and looked at her then said casually, " I guess if I have to have a valet, at least you're not ugly."

Biting her lip, she looked at him, mumbled a quiet thanks, then explained her throwing the phone. " Damn prank caller."

Somehow, Bryan didn't believe it, but he kept quiet. He was still trying to figure her out, and to be honest, given what he knew now about her connection to Dean Ambrose, most heard backstage in the locker room amongst the other guys, he wasn't sure whether to trust her or not.

Because you can't just stay with someone for 5 years with some of their personality rubbing off on you, or at least that's what he chose to think.

" About tonight.. Any reason why you reacted the way you did when you got away?" he finally asked, quietly, calmly in almost a stiff and uncaring tone.

Vivienne sighed and sank down on her bed, shaking her head as she mumbled, " I'd rather not talk about it. Look, I get it. You don't want a valet... Can we at least try to make this work?"

The way her voice came off so soft, so unintentionally sexy, he almost said yes. But instead, he said quietly, " Well, considering your ex is attacking everyone who's against Punk, just not too sure which side of the fence you're really on. This might seem like some bizarre storyline to you, but it's not just happening on tv. Ambrose and his friends have some kind of plan offscreen too. And for all I know, you might be bait."

" Right.. Look, I can admit I'm cute... hardly bait material, babe." Vivienne said as she rolled over onto her stomach on the bed, crossing her legs behind her, looking up at him through a curtain of long dark hair, wearing what appeared to be the same NO shirt she had on earlier, not much else.

He gulped a little. If she were some kind of bait, this was going to be damn near impossible to resist. She looked up, her full red lips curved in a wary sort of broken smile.

"What are you looking at me like that for, Bryan?" she asked as she raked her hand through her long dark brown hair and waited on him to answer.

" I'm just trying to figure out how long until this blows up in my face."

" What?" Vivienne asked as she bit her black polished fingernail, studied him intently, licked her lips, a gesture he took to be a cross between predatory and sexual at that point in time.

" This.. This valet thing. Everything else fucks up for me lately, so I'm thinking that this will too." Bryan muttered as he flickered his gaze over her body slowly again, smirking when instead of him showing signs of nervousness, she was instead.

" Like what you're looking at?" Vivienne asked, turning the tables right back around on him before standing, then brushing past him, making sure their bodies brushed one another in the small doorway, as she stepped into the shared bathroom.

" What are you doing?"

" It's been one hell of a crazy day. Right now, all I want is some wine, and a nice long bath.. Why? Were you going to use the tub?"

Again, he gulped. When he saw her lips curve into a smirk again, he realized that that time, she had been baiting him.

She walked back over to where he stood, next to the counter, still partially in the doorway, and leaning around him, she grabbed a towel, and then released the pin that'd been holding her hair half up and half down, brushing her bangs back from her eyes.

Okay, so he'd exaggerated earlier when he said she was pretty.. And a lot, apparently, considering the way his mind and his body were in a very heated battle of the wills right now. He didn't want to like her, to get used to her being there, because deep down, he had to admit that's how it all started with Brie.

Then he woke up one day, and she wasn't anymore. Nothing left to show for the time they'd spent together other than a casual, short and to the point note on the table in their shared apartment.

" Hey.. can you hand me the bottle of wine off the counter?" Vivienne asked, pouting when he shook his head no and then said " You shouldn't."

" Afraid I might put you in a bad position or something, Danielson?" she asked, flashing another one of those smiles of hers.

He'd turned to walk out of the bathroom when she called from behind him, " Oh and Bryan?"

" What?" he asked stiffly as he waited on her to say something.

" If he were going to use someone as bait, it damn sure wouldn't be me. He's never been good at sharing his toys, even after he's broken them." Vivienne said her own voice coming out slightly hurt and wounded, sad even.

The statement made him think there was definitely something she wasn't telling him and that bugged him, because he didn't like the possibility of secrets coming out, biting him in the ass. He was not in the least, into surprises.

And when he was back in his room, with the door shut firmly, lying on his bed, he let out the breath he hadn't been able to catch while talking to her just now. Everything inside of him kept telling him this was a very, very messy situation he was getting into, but then everything in him was also saying that like it or not, he was in this situation.. And she might just need someone, even though judging by that little act of hers in the shared bathroom between their rooms just now, he got the feeling that almost 99 percent of the time, she knew exactly how to handle herself.

He growled and turned over, putting a pillow over his head to block out the sounds of Christina Aguilera's Keeps Gettin Better being sang a little off key in the shared bathroom. And he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried like hell not to imagine her in there, covered in only bubbles.

The music stopped and he grumbled grumpily, "Thank you God."

And then he heard her screaming. Growling he got up and grabbed the door, flinging it open. She jumped a mile into the air again when he snuck up on her, but backed against him, turning her face inward so that her head was now on his chest as she shrieked, " Spider... Big spider."

He rolled his eyes and then walked around, smacking a book down on top of the spider as he asked stiffly, " Better now?"

Vivienne nodded and then said quietly, " You didn't have to come in here."

" It was either that or you scream the entire damn night and me not sleep."

The spider hadn't been the actual reason she'd screamed, but she didn't dare bring him into her problem. She stood and stared at the note scrawled in lipstick on the mirror which moments before had been hidden because the door had been open, the mirror was against the wall, safely out of sight.

" You're gonna pay for tonight, Vi. You and your little goat boy too."

"God damn it." she swore as she sank down onto her bed and wondered if she should just go to Paul and tell him she couldn't do it, she couldn't be their valet.

She didnt' want anyone else getting dragged into Dean's snapping. Even though currently, over half the roster were. But that was because something was going on, someone was pulling the strings, making the three men do what they'd been doing.

Dean just happened to have a lot more hidden and dangerous rage than the other two men involved. To him, when she'd done that tonight, and Bryan had come up the ramp, nailed her with a chair, helped her back down to the ring, she'd picked a side.

Against him.

Now he was going to punish her and anyone he felt was getting in his way of getting her back.

She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, hoped that noone heard her in here crying herself to sleep, because she was literally stuck in a dangerous spot right now. And the less people that knew about it, the better off she'd be, they'd all be.

It was bad enough some idiot had even given him the idea to find two other NXT teammates who wanted the attention and form a stable to not only help Punk but basically attack at will..

But tonight, well.. That'd made his anger so much worse. She'd seen it in his eyes as Bryan got her back to the ring. Now, he had a personal vendetta.