It had been almost fifteen hours driving to Texas. Alana was holding Phil's hand, while soundly sleeping. He was driving in her car, occasionally stealing glances at Alana. It felt so surreal and scary. He was used to women in disappointing him and betraying him. He couldn't picture Alana in any class of woman that he dated. She was different. It was like yesterday that they were just friends, with a lots of fight and lots of moments that they enjoy as friends. Phil gazed down on her, as he rested his chin on top of her head for a moment. It was still so surreal. She was a tiny woman that he thought he knew suddenly became mysterious to him.
They were headed towards Houston, and the timing couldn't be perfect. Last night, after much thought, he planned to take Alana out to the Texas Carnival not far from Houston. They had been in the relationship for three months, and it seemed that they have yet to know each other. Phil grazed his lips on top of her temple causing her to slightly stir from her sleep. He drew her closer to him, his arm wrapped around her. Then he began to smile, looking back to the road.
Alana felt a hand touching her. She tried to push it away, but it came back persistently. Alana began to moan and laugh, while dreaming about Phil. Whoever was ticking her was about to a hard punch on the face. Alana refused to wake up. She was enjoying seeing the sight of Phil wearing a towel. However, the scenery of the bright light and Phil kept blurring, as the dream came to a close. Alana woke up in fury, almost punching Phil in the face, as he dodged in surprise, swerving the car to the right, but back to the left lane in time, before other cars sped by.
"What the hell, Alana?" Phil yelled, still in shock.
"Y-you, …I was dreaming." She stammered, still tired, and groggy. However, she realized that she was in the car with Phil, her boyfriend. Her mouth snapped shut as she quickly thought about she was just said.
"Dreaming? What were you dreaming about?" Phil asked, with a small frown on his face, with quick glances back and forth between Alana and the rearview mirror.
Alana looked away, slightly blushing, feeling heated. She slumped down to Phil's shoulder, pretending she didn't hear the question. On the other hand, Phil was looking serious. When a thought dawned on him, he smiled slowly. He almost looked happy. He had a smirk on his face, which Alana already sensed from him.
"Were you dreaming about me, love?" Phil said, seductively.
"I don't remember" she simply stated, holding tighter to Phil's shoulder. She didn't realized how much she was giving away.
"Were you dreaming about me naked?" Phil said, trying to hold in his chuckle.
"No…" Alana almost whispered, vividly remembering him naked.
Phil let out his laugh. He knew it. He rubbed her back then down to her bottom, giving a light squeeze. Alana arched her back, slightly leaned against Phil, but distancing away from his touch. Phil could tell that she was embarrassed, and he only encouraged more embarrassment, as he caressed her inner thighs.
"Did you dream about that, hmm?" Phil asked, quietly into her ear, as Alana shivered She buried herself into his chest, as he settled his arm between her thighs.
"I love you." Phil said, quietly.
Alana looked up to him, staring into his eyes, which was on the road. He looked almost comforted and happy. After all the things he went through, and if he had found security with her, that alone meant the world to her. She kissed him on the cheek, almost close to his lips. Then, a grazing kiss on his crevice on his neck. "I love you too, babe."
Dean Ambrose waited and waited. He paced back and forth in the lobby at the hotel where he was staying in. He never thought he see this day. No one knew, but him. He heard footsteps coming towards him. He tweaked his head to the side, his eyes wandered to see a ravenous beauty, crazy in the head, but truly beautiful. She was walking towards him, smiling, while dragging her luggage behind her.
"Long time no see, Dean." She smiled bringing herself to a halt, as if looking extremely happy to see him. It could have fooled him otherwise.
"Sylvia. It has been awhile. I hope you have a good reason to call me." He almost snarled.
"What? If I had told you that I came for you, wouldn't you have believed me?" she said, in a convinced tone.
"Not really, if you think that I am that gullible, you are mistaken, sister." He said, smirking at her. Sylvia gave a long hard stare at him. She was sour-faced.
"Whatever, I just came to take what is rightfully mine. Phil Brooks. If you hadn't gotten in my way, I would have had him. But if course, you're jealous and pathetic self always knows how to mess things up." Sylvia remarked.
Dean only smiled. "I agree. It was pathetic of me to even think I was actually in love with you. God knows even I won't make that mistake again. Don't worry; I don't plan to get in the way between you and Phil. However, Phil is much smarter man than I am. You should know that." Dean said.
Without a single hesitation, Sylvia grabbed Dean's face and brought it close to her, with smirk on her face. "You have no idea what you made me become. Just know you will reap what you sow." She said in a dangerous tone.
She leaned towards him, still holding him tightly, as she slightly bit her lip, feeling the spark between them. They still had it. No matter how much they despised each other. Fate sown whatever this was very tightly. She leaned toward the side, her eyes treaded behind Dean. "Hello Seth. Hello Roman." Her voiced ringed very sweetly. Seth smiled, as he waved and walking away quickly, leaving the hotel. Roman nodded at her politely, following behind Seth quickly as well.
Her eyes wandered back to Dean, who stared at Sylvia the entire time. Sylvia stared intently into his eyes. She studied him. He was stronger than before. She had him where she wanted him, but it seemed like he had something else in his sleeve. She had to be on a lookout for him.
She slightly pushed him away, as he leaned back slowly from her before catching his balance. "Well, I guess I will be seeing you around. Don't get in my way." She warned.
"I don't plan too. However, concerning Alana, that might be a little difficult," Dean said, using his hand motions, in a way off-putting her.
"What you mean?" Sylvia said, sounding kind of angry, listening carefully.
"Well, we bonded. It was better than you of course. So, we do have that connection. If you plan to destroy the relationship between Phil and Alana. She will run to me." Dean said, his voice sounding playful, almost sounding hopeful.
A look of confusion and what looked like hurt came across Sylvia's face. It was unreadable, but it looked like Dean finally had his answer, to which he began to relax his body.
"You had sex with her. Why would you have sex with her?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Dean looked away in thought. "It's a long story." Dean said, with a look of amusement on his face.
With that he walked away to the exit of the hotel, blowing a kiss to her.
From confusion, she turned her expression to a frown, as she exasperatedly took out her phone and dialed a number.
"Hey Giovanni, we are still going on as planned. Make sure Lorenzo is still in the loop, okay thanks." She said, as she walked towards the elevator. There is still so much to be done.