Renee Young has always gotten her way. Always.
Dean Ambrose would be no exception to that rule.
She was used to the finer things in life and her parents were one hundred percent supportive of her desires, no matter how fickle and superficial they were. On her sixteenth birthday, she was gifted a Mercedes. When she graduated from college, she was upgraded to a Range Rover. Her closet boasted of designer name brands such as Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Burberry, and Balenciaga.
Deep down inside the overpriced rabbit fur sweater and lambskin boots, was a bad girl in waiting.
She'd perfected the role of good girl in public and whore in private and was lucky enough that none of her exes dared said a bad word of her. Well, why would they? She was a beautiful woman who had no gag reflex.
She met Dean at bar when they played the Anaheim Ducks. He was having a beer with his teammates when Renee surprised him by buying a round for the whole table. He soon invited her over to the table and the rest was orgasmic history. They had unbridled sex that night and Dean often flew Renee out to wherever he was for her company (and blow jobs). He paid her way and often gave her a spending allowance.
She was hesitant in calling their relationship a soul-blistering romance like the kind she'd often read about in trashy romance novels. But he was a fun guy and even more fun in bed. They had some common ground and she seemed to complement his Chicago hardcore street style with her Canadian Barbie upbringing.
They were perfect. At least, according to her.
We're just having fun. No harm, no foul.
It was the infamous lie both her and Dean told each other. It freed him from being committed and it didn't give her any expectations otherwise. Then somewhere along the line, the spark led to a meaningful conversation about life and dreams. It was then Dean confessed his deepest fears and hopeful wishes to her. They didn't fuck that night; they made love and for hours on end.
And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over.
Renee could admit that things were touch and go between them well before he left for Chicago but Renee was hopeful it was just a phase. Dean's father was gravely ill and he had the weight of his multimillion-dollar contract on his shoulders. If the Kings didn't make it to the playoffs this year, it wouldn't be the fault of the coach but rather, him.
We need to take a break.
She vividly recalled Dean's words to her and while it didn't feel right, she agreed. He needed space and he didn't need her in his ear all of the time about nonsensical mess. So she kept her distance. When Dean returned from Chicago, they had a friendly conversation and she made the mistake of asking him if anything new happened while he was there.
Yeah, I met someone.
She shouldn't been surprised but she was. It wasn't like they were committed to each other so Dean was under no obligation to be faithful to her. Still, how quickly Dean had moved on without a second glance back to Renee stung harder than a wasp. Renee wasn't planning to buy a subscription to Brides magazine anytime soon but she did make a few trips to the local jeweler just to see how big of a carat she wanted. Definitely not one. Maybe two. Three and up would be more her style. Three? Renee scoffed at the thought. If Mariah Carey could get a two-million dollar engagement ring, then Renee should get something similar.
Plus, Dean's 14 million dollar salary this season guaranteed he could afford any carat ring Renee wanted.
That was, until she showed up.
Little Miss Sunshine.
She looked innocent, though it was clear she finely toed the line between angelic and vixen. She had a seductive voice that could make a man weak in the knees and a body that made other areas in his body stand to attention. Her eyes were the most compelling part; she truly had no idea what she was in for.
As Renee's eyes crinkled at her reflection, insecurities about her looks began to flood her mind like a heavy storm. The other day she caught a single strand of gray hair between her blonde strands and quickly plucked it out before it had a chance to multiply. While she was certainly fit, even Renee could admit her jeans were starting to feel a bit snugger in areas that were never an issue.
Little girl, little girl, little girl.
Sydney was five years her junior and it was an uncomfortable fact she had youthfulness to her advantage. Her brown skin was smooth and not a blemish in sight; the bitch probably never had a day of acne in her life. Sydney wasn't skinny but she certainty wasn't fat. What was the term? Ah, yes. Thick.
For the first time as long as Renee knew Dean, he openly claimed Sydney. Dean's girlfriend, Sydney she'd recalled the other WAGs conversing before Little Miss Sunshine finally made her grand entrance. There was nothing fancy about her: a pair of worn boots, jeans that probably should be retired soon, and slightly chipped nail polish that suggested she was a nail biter.
And somehow, for the life of Renee, Dean was absolutely madly in love with Sydney. What the hell?
Renee couldn't even be mad at the little girl. She was naïve in thinking a professional athlete was going to be faithful to her. Get real. A man like Dean isn't faithful to a plant, let alone a girlfriend. His lothario reputation was legendary in the tabloids and gossip message boards, with groupies going into explicit detail about his sexual prowess. It is something every WAG has accepted and questions are never asked until the athletes are stupid enough to get caught.
Life on the road was not suitable for the WAG of any athlete. Often times, the guys would be just too exhausted or in the cases of a much-needed win and hopeless loss, they were too butthurt to talk to anyone, let alone their mates. It was only a matter of time before Sydney and Dean broke up and there would be Renee, waiting oh-so patiently in the wings as Dean nursed his sorrows by being balls-deep inside her.
For now, she had to play her role and shut her mouth. Dean was clearly infatuated with Little Miss Sunshine and Renee would let him have his fun. Then when the time was right…and he was vulnerable and lonely…that's when she'll make her move.
Dean would never know what'd hit him.
A/N: Thank you for the support of this fic. As some of you may know, I did release a mainstream version of this story (names are changed obviously) so if you want to support it, the link for it is in my profile. :)