Dean was watching the hopeful young people tryout for NXT. He was down in Florida to visit Roman but since Roman had a radio interview this day, Dean had decided to stop by NXT and see what was going on there.
He was always interested in seeing what new talents might rise up but that wasn't his main reason to be there. This was his old hunting ground and he might as well do some hunting now that he was back. He knew it was an asshole move and that he preyed on the poor heartbroken women who just had their dreams crushed but it was just too damn easy.
He watched and waited as they were evaluated. He knew right away who would make it and who wouldn't and he felt lucky. Among those he knew wasn't cut out for it was this cute little thing with medium brown hair cut right below her ears. He smirked as he imagined her with her hair all ruffled up as he knew it would be once he had had his hands on her.
They were called into the office one by one and he knew they would go in there to be told if they were cut or not. He walked outside, leaned up against his car and waited. Five minutes later she came walking out with tears in her eyes. He walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
She looked up with a surprised look on her face.
"Dean Ambrose?" She asked as if she couldn't believe it.
"Good, you know my name. Not fair I don't know yours though," he said and winked.
"Meredith," she said lowly.
"Meredith. What a pretty name for a pretty girl. Now, are you gonna tell me why those pretty eyes are spilling tears?" He asked.
"I got cut," she answered.
"What? No way! I saw you in there. You were really good," he lied.
"Really?" She asked, a little smile came on her face.
"Yes, really. Why would I lie? I tell you what. Screw them! It's their loss. You're gonna go back and train even harder and get back here for a new tryout in 6 months and they'll know exactly what they've been missing out on, right?" He encouraged.
"Right," she agreed.
"That's what I like to hear," he said and kissed her cheek, immetiately making her blush.
He still had his arm around her shoulders and he discreetly started leading her towards his car.
"Come on, I'll take you home. Where do you live?" He asked.
"Far away. I flew in for this tryout. I have a hotel room though," she answered.
"So I'll take you there," he said.
She got into his car and he turned on the engine.
"Wow, I can't believe it. I'm in a car with Dean Ambrose," she said.
"Believe it, baby. Now, how about we swing by a supermarket for a six pack of beer and have ourselves a little party in your hotel room?" he asked and smiled.
"That sounds like fun," she answered.
30 minutes later they walked into her hotel room. He put the beers down on the table and got out of his jacket. He didn't even bother to take his shoes off. He knew he wouldn't be staying for long anyway. She was starstruck by his presence and needed a little comfort after being cut. This would be too damn easy. He walked over to her and dragged her in for a hug.
"What's this for?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around his back.
"It just looked like you needed it," he answered and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you," she said.
He moved one hand to her chin and lifted up her head. Her brown eyes matched her hair colour and by the look in them, she clearly waited for his next move. He smiled and bowed his head down to kiss her. Soft at first, testing the waters, and as she didn't back away, he parted her lips and forced his tongue inside. Too damn easy.
From there it went fast. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and she started scratching her nails down his back. So she was a wild one. He liked that. No need to pretend to be the good guy anymore then.
He more or less dragged her over to the table and forced her upper body down on it. With one quick move he dragged her leggings and panties down her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. Dripping wet. Too fucking easy. He moved them in and out of her while he used his free hand to open his own pants. He removed his fingers but quickly filled her up with his dick instead.
She moaned and screamed while her nails scratched on the surface of the table. He yanked her back by her hair as he continued thrusting into her. She felt good and her screams sounded nice. He kept going at a rapid pace and she kept screaming through it all.
"Come on, Meredith, just fucking cum!" He growled as he felt himself getting close.
He moved his free hand around her and started touching her clit. That was all it took. Five seconds later she let out the loudest scream he had ever heard as she came. He wondered if the neighbours heard it too. He smirked at the sound and then he came too. He thrust in one last time as hard as he could, filling her up with his cum.
He let go off her hair and pulled out of her. She turned around and he saw her ruffled hair looked exactly as he had imagined earlier. It had been too easy but now came the hard part. By the look on her face, she didn't want him to leave, so he smiled the sweetest smile he could.
"Why don't you go start up the shower and get clean? I'll join you out there in a minute. I just need to call Roman first and tell him I'll be home very late," he said and winked.
"Okay," she said and smiled like a schoolgirl in heat.
She walked over to him and leaned up on her toes to kiss him. He bowed down and met her lips, allowing her this one last kiss, letting her stay in faith for a moment longer. She walked over to the bathroom.
"Close the door, baby. I don't like people listening in on my conversations. I'll be there in a minute," he said.
She just smiled and nodded, closing the door behind her. Shortly after he heard the water start running. He fixed his pants, put on his jacket, took out his phone and dialed Roman's number.
"Roman, you home yet? Great, I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Bought us some beers," he said.
He grabbed the six pack and left the hotel room.