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Chapter 6-
I wake up the next morning next to Roman on my bed. I don't recall getting into bed. I remember falling asleep on the couch though. Maybe Roman carried me into bed. I reposition myself on the bed as I notice that Roman is awake. He flutters his eyes open.
"Good morning, beautiful." Roman smiles as he stretches.
I smile. "Mornin, babe." I say as I stand up and stretch. "Want to come help me prepare breakfast?"
Roman stands up and walks up to me, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other pulling my neck towards him. He leans down and kisses me. Oh the butterflies in my tummy. I'm love struck. Our lips move in sync as he traces his tongue against my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I smile as we have an intense makeout session. I pull away.
"As much as I would love to continue, my stomach is going to growl any second now. Let's go see if Avery is awake and make breakfast. I'll get ornery if I don't get any food in me within the next hour." I say as I grab Romans hand and make him follow me.
Later that day…
It's 4 in the afternoon and we are all bored as fuck. Avery is literally staring at the wall. Roman is on his phone texting someone. And then there's me who is sitting upside down on the couch. Nobody said I was normal.
Roman clears his throat, getting Avery and I's attention. I look over at him.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Can I have a friend come over? He wants to meet you guys." Roman says.
I giggle. "Of course you can." I say.
Avery tries not to laugh. "You sounded like a little kid asking for a friend to come over, how cute." She says. "He can come over, as long as he doesn't touch my laptop. Nobody is aloud to touch my laptop except me. Occasionally Skylar."
Roman only laughs as he continues texting.
Avery gets up and comes and sits upside down next to me on the couch. "I don't want you looking all weird alone." She says.
I look at her. "I do not look weird. Your face looks weird." I say as she gasps.
"You bitch." Is all Avery can say as she goes into a fit of laughter.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rings and Roman stands up. "I got it." He says as he leaves the living room and answers the door. A few seconds later, Roman walks back in with another guy by his side. "Ladies, meet Dean Ambrose."
I do a flip off the couch, landing on my feet of course. I walk up to him and shake his hand. "I'm Skylar Kahn. Your new boss. I've seen your work. I gotta say, you're a damn good wrestler and have magnificent mic skills. I used to manage the WWE, but left shortly before you guys debuted. I have been keeping up with the WWE since I left there. So yeah, it's nice to finally meet you. Aren't you filming a movie?" I say all at once.
Dean chuckles. "Well hi there, I'm Dean Ambrose, but clearly you already know that. And yes, I already know you're the boss. Roman texted me about that. And yes, I was filming a movie. I finished up last night. So I am back in Las Vegas. I live here, ya know?" He says.
"Yup, well aware." I say as I walk over to the smaller couch and sit down. Roman comes and sits with me. He wraps his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest.
Dean goes and sits on the bigger couch that Avery is sitting on, but on the far other side than her. "You must be Avery?" Dean questions.
Avery looks over at him with a glare. "Yes, I'm Avery. Nice to meet you, asshole." She says in a bitchy tone.
Dean throws his hands up in surrender. "I was just asking! No need to get your panties all tied up in a bunch!"He says as he scoots even further away from her; if that was even possible considering he was already on the far opposite side of the couch than her.
Avery glares at him. "Asshole..." She murmurs under her breath.
"Heard that!" Dean says.
I look over at Roman. "Babe, maybe we should go into my bedroom and give them some alone time. They could use it." I say as I stand up, grab his hand, and drag him with me into the bedroom as I see Avery giving me a death glare. I only smile as I walk into the bedroom with Roman…
*Averys POV*
Did Skylar really just leave me alone with Dean? Could she not see that I want to stab him and feed him to a pack of wolves? I think in my head as I turn and look over at Dean who is already looking at me. "Take a picture, it will last longer, asshole." I ask in the most bitchyest tone possible.
"Well if you insist." Dean says as he whips out his phone and takes a picture of me.
I gasp. "Delete it!" I yell as I lunge at him and try and get his phone out of his hands. We literally play tug of war with it until his phone flies across the room. I jump off of him and leap for it. I grab it just as he comes and attacks me on the floor. We wrestle over it until I flip him over and sit on his lower stomach. "Give me the phone." I say as I move a little bit so that I can try and get it.
"Oh yes, move like that again." Dean says seductively.
I feel him start to get a little too happy. I jump off of him. "Eww! Dean! That's nasty." I almost yell.
Dean stands up. "Sorry, but you're hot. I'm a guy. What do you expect?" He says.
"I am not a temperate. So don't call me hot." I say in a serious tone.
"Sorry." Dean mumbles. "Here's my phone. You can delete it if you want." He adds as he hands me his phone. I grab it and run into the kitchen with it. I go to unlock it but I realize that he has a security lock on it. Dammit.
Dean walks into the kitchen, laughing. "I have a lock on my phone as you can see." He says as he walks up and stands freakishly close to me.
I try and back up, but fail due to the fridge being the only thing behind me. Great, I'm trapped between a fridge and Dean Ambrose. Just my luck. I try and push him away, but he's much stronger than I am. This is great. Not. He laughs as he presses his body against me. I get really uncomfortable. I try pushing him away from me again, but still fail miserably.
"Dean, please back away from me. I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now." I say as I keep trying to get away from him.
Dean moves closer and puts his mouth by my ear. "But sweetheart, I know you want me." He whispers, sending shivers down my back.
"No, I don't. Now back away." I say as I feel myself start to panic.
Dean finally backs up and stares at me. "Don't you want attention?" Dean asks, confused.
"I have learned to fend for myself, actually. I have never really got attention from guys much. Most guy, hell, all guys are complete douchebags to me. And I have seen Skylar get hurt, destroyed, and abused by guys. I just don't want that to happen to me." I confess.
Dean sighs. "Well, just so you know, not all guys are the same." He says.
And with that, he was out of the house in seconds…
Note: Well damn! We finally got to see more of Avery's true colors.
Is she just SHIELDing her heart? (See what I did there?) *winks*
Do you think Dean is mad at Avery?
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