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"You did WHAT?!" Naomi squeaked in Athena's face, her full lips falling open in shock. Several people on tables around the hotel's restaurant turned their heads and stared at Naomi, they're eyes wide and curious.

"Shhh," Athena said letting her head fall onto her folded arms on the table. "My head hurts." Athena could feel Naomi's big eyes burning a hole into the back of her head. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Naomi scoffed. "That would have been the tequila's idea." Athena nodded from her slumped position. "Was it awkward when the lift doors closed and you backed up off him?" Athena looked up guiltily, her blue eyes wide and shifting. Naomi's mouth dropped open as Athena stayed silent. "You didn't stop, did you?"

Athena pressed her lips together in a tight line, desperate to hide the guilty smile that was threatening to break free. "Noooo! Shoot me now, please."

Naomi raised her eyebrows. "Seth's not going to take this well."

"Well that was the point," Athena said, regretting angering her ex.

They sat in silence as Naomi finished her breakfast and Athena feebly picked at her, fearing it wouldn't stay in her stomach for very long. Her head was pounding and she felt like she hadn't slept in weeks; she didn't know what had come over her the previous evening, she'd behaved so out of character. First going to a bar by herself in a city she didn't know, she mentally scolded herself for being so reckless and stupid. Second, how drunk she'd got, when usually she didn't drink more than one or two beers. Thirdly, she kissed him. She had kissed Dean Ambrose, in front of Seth, and then she'd continued kissing him, and he'd continued kissing her. She could still feel the hardness of his abs pressed against her and the firm grip he had on her hip, his smoky intoxicating taste still lingered on her lips. Grabbing her glass of iced water Athena gulped greedily trying to stop the deep blush she could feel creeping over her cheeks.

She was dreading seeing Dean. Things were always uncomfortable and tense between them anyway, how would they be around one another now? How could she face him with a straight face now? Athena could picture him smirking at her nervous statue, she could see him staring down at her with mocking blue eyes and she instantly looked down as felt the blush returning to her cheeks once again.

"Hey bitches," Nikki Bella said with a sleazy smile as she slipped into the seat next to Athena, Brie taking the seat next to Naomi. Nikki turned to Athena and stared knowingly at her. "So what have you been up to, dirty girl?"

Athena raised her auburn brows. "Uhh nothing," she flicked her eyes to Naomi before looking back at Nikki.

Brie sniggered and Nikki pulled her phone out of her pocket. "That's not what TMZ says," she slipped the phone into Athena's hand.

Athena's mouth dropped down in horror as she stared at the pictures that assaulted her eyes. Her on stage singing karaoke, her leaning against the bar- the picture taken at the perfect moment of her poking Dean to look like she had her hand rested on his chest, a picture of them leaving the bar together with Dean's hand on her lower back, and a picture of them kissing. Athena almost vomited as she stared down at the offending pictures, horrified at what the world would be able to see.

"I-I, um, I," Nikki and Brie giggled together loudly.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Brie chirped in.

"We'd all thought it, but I didn't actually think it was true," Nikki said.

"Wait, thought what?" Naomi said as Athena stared on speechless.

Nikki smirked. "Well if the Shield all, you know, shared her," Athena felt her stomach churn violently and her hand raised to her mouth. "Guess we all know the truth now."

"Old habits die hard," Brie said sniggering.

"Really hard," Nikki pushed her lips together in hoochy pout.

Athena stood suddenly, the chair falling to the floor behind her. "I have to call my family," she said before running from the restaurant.

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"Athena, a word?" Athena turned, her hair spinning like a red cape to find Stephanie McMahon standing behind her. Steph nodded towards her office.

Athena nodded nervously following the taller woman desperately trying to ignore the blatant whisperings from everyone they passed in the hallways. She knew what they were saying, Nikki hadn't been shy in telling Athena exactly what everyone was thinking.

"Take a seat," Steph said in that overly fake friendly voice everyone was used to.

Athena slipped into the leather armchair that sat opposite's Steph's over the top desk. Steph made her way around the desk and began to fiddle with a small stack of papers that lay neatly, she scoured through them as she slowly lowered herself into her high backed chair. Athena watched quietly as Steph took her time reading over her papers, her eyes moving along the writing slowly and deliberately. Athena knew exactly what she was doing, she was trying to make her sweat. Make her freak out more than she already was.

Athena stared down at her shoes and pursed her lips anxiously as she waited for Steph to finally be ready for her.

"So," Steph began causing Athena to instantly look up at her. "As you're probably aware both of your boyfriends have matches tonight-"

"I don't have a boyfriend," Athena answered quickly, her blue eyes shifting nervously.

Steph smiled cruelly. "Fine, both of your friend's are competing tonight-"

Steph sighed as Athena interrupted her again. "Dean Ambrose and I are not friends, those pictures were taken completely out of context," Steph nodded and tried to look sympathetic but Athena knew she was enjoying herself. "And Seth Rollins' is most definitely not my friend."

"That's too bad, because you'll be valeting for Mr. Rollins' tonight," Steph smiled wickedly.

"What?!" Athena said shaking her head. "I can't. I won't."

"Well I think you'll find that in your contract it states that," she lifted a pile of papers and read from one of the pages. "That you agree to partake in any contest or any other activity that management deems appropriate for the success and future growth of the business," she let the papers fall to the floor. "Now you wouldn't want to be breaking the rules of your contract, when said contract ends in two months?" Steph leaned back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. "I like you Athena, the Authority likes you, the crowd loves you and when your contract expires I'm pretty certain that you'll get a new one. But it would be an awful shame if you refusing to follow the terms of this contract would sway The Authority's decision over re-instating your contract, wouldn't it?"

Athena stared helplessly at Steph, her eyes wide and doe-like. "I don't think Seth would be happy about this."

"Seth's the one who requested this," Steph replied quickly.

Athena was speechless but a knot of fear churned in her stomach. Why would Seth want her to valet for him after the stunt she'd pulled the night before?

Steph got up and made her way around the desk, opening the door making it clear it was time for Athena to leave. Athena stood quickly and shuffled from office. "And Athena," Steph called after her. "Don't be late."

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Roman walked quickly into his and Dean's locker room, his iPad held tightly in his hand. "What the hell is this?" He shove the IPad under Dean's nose and watched as his brother took it into his hands.

He sighed deeply. "It's not what it looks like."

"Then what the hell is it?! I ask you to pick her up, to look after her," he was pointing at Dean now and the sitting man stared quietly up at his raging friend. "And you take advantage of her!"

Dean stood quickly, shoving the IPad back into Roman's hands. "She kissed me."

"She was wasted."

"She only did it to wind Seth up, he was watching."

Roman stared on with narrowed in eyes. "That's all you better have done."

Dean smirked and he swore he heard Roman growl. "Yes. That's all that happened. I walked her to the door, like the gentleman that I am, and I left her there, alone."

"Good!" Roman ran a hand through his hair. "Seth's got to be pissed."

"I should fucking hope so," Dean grumbled. "Fucking prick."

Dean stretched his jean clad legs out and folded his arms behind his head leisurely. He hoped Rollins' was pissed, he hoped what Athena and he had done ruined his fucking day. Dean wished he'd spun Athena around so that he could've opened his eyes and seen the look on Seth's slimy face, to see how betrayed he looked whilst Dean took what Seth wanted, but he'd been too caught in the moment. He hadn't expected Athena to pounce like she had, he'd been all set to run over to Seth and The Authority and start throwing punches, but then her lips were on his and they tasted like cherries and summer and his hand fitted perfectly around the curve of her hip and the overwhelming need to punch Seth in the mouth almost disappeared.

He knew that Seth was watching and he was glad he was, but the moment her cherry lips were on his, his mind was blank.

Dean had deliberately pissed a lot of people off over the years, but he was sure Athena kissing him and he kissing her back had been the most enjoyable experience of them all.

"Shit," Roman mumbled, pulling Dean from his thoughts. "Attie just text me. They're making her valet for Seth tonight."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "You sure she's still not with him?"

Roman looked up from his phone, his hair a dark curtain. "You really think Seth would've let her kiss you if they were?"

Dean grunted in response and turned his eyes to the Television set, knowing Seth's match was coming up any minute.

"Here we go," Roman muttered as Dolph's music hit and he strutted down to the ring. He paraded around the ring for a minute before Seth's new music erupted through the arena.

Seth stormed through the curtain still wearing his black Shield cargo pants but stopped at the top of the ramp, his face a snarl as he glared back at the curtain as Athena slowly walked out. Her arms were folded across her chest and she wore tight fitted jeans and her merchandised Athena vest that was torn so that half of her mid rift showed. Athena's hair was curly and tumbling and as red as autumn's leaves and her lips were pursed in a tight line as she stared angrily at Seth.

He pointed down to the ring. "Go," he yelled at her. She stared at him for a second, her brows furrowed before she marched down in front of him, her arms falling to her sides angrily. Seth marched behind her, his face furious.

They began playing footage of Seth betraying his brothers as Seth got into the ring, his cruel snarl finally turning into a triumphant smile as he watched happily, laughing along and clapping to the video footage.

Athena paced slowly outside the ring whilst glaring at Seth.

Dolph looked pitifully over at Athena and Seth's face instantly turned back to a snarl.

"Don't you look at her," Seth yelled at Dolph whilst pointing back at Athena. "She's mine!" The crowd instantly began chanting Ambrose over and over again. Seth turned to the crowd and began screaming at them. "Shut up! Shut up!"

Athena stared down at the floor embarrassed, her cheeks flushed as Seth stomped around the ring yelling and pointing at her.

"Yep, he's definitely pissed," Dean said smirking at Roman.

The match started as the Ambrose chants died down and the crowd rang into a chorus of 'you sold out', and Dean sat forward the gnawing feeling of wanting to destroy Seth beginning to creep back into his stomach.

He was so happy he'd angered him, he was fucking delighted, but he still wanted to beat him senseless. He still wanted to hurt him, to destroy him. And he would, he wouldn't rest until he did.

Dean wished even more now he's seen the smug look on Seth's face disappear as Athena had kissed him. He wished he'd ripped Athena's skirt off and fucked her right there in front of him. Imagine how infuriated Seth would have been then.

Dean leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, his leather jacket pulling up as he did. Imagine how angry Seth would be if he, scumbag Dean Ambrose, fucked Athena? The girl Seth seemed to still think belonged to him. Imagine how incensed he'd be if he, the lunatic that Seth thought needed a strait jacket, were to take Seth's girl and make her his own.

He knew Seth would come to him then, he wouldn't keep running away and hiding behind Triple H, he'd want to be in a ring with him, and then Dean could destroy him just like he'd destroyed the Shield.

Sure, it would be hard work having to put up with Athena's trivial niceties, with her bumbling nervousness. He'd have to bite his tongue a lot and keep his opinions about how she got into the company to himself, but it would be worth it to see the look on Seth's face in the end. Once he'd wiped that stinking smirk off Seth's slimy face and beaten him within an inch of his life, he could drop her easily and then he would be rid of Seth and her for good. Finally.

Smiling Dean stood, a plan already forming in his mind.

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