Chapter 8

It was WrestleMania 29. There were eighty thousand plus people in the MetLife Stadium for the event.

The first match of the night was a six-man tag team match: Big Show, Sheamus, and Randy Orton versus Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose; The Shield. Emilia took a deep breath before watching the match. The first team was already in the ring, while the second team was on their way to the ring. Both teams looked ready for their match.

When The Shield made it to the ring, both teams stood on their respective corners. After the bell rang, the match started. The match didn't lack action; each man showed everyone what they could do. Most of the people were behind Big Show, Sheamus, and Orton, but a few supported The Shield. Emilia didn't want to watch this match but she has to – it's a part of her job as production assistant.

Emilia felt bad for whoever was in the ring with Dean. His offensive moves looked painful and his defense was effective. Now she knows that he's smart, and a tough opponent in the ring.

Emilia got excited when Orton started pounding the ring with his fists, waiting for Dean to get on his feet so he could give him the RKO. She gasped when Seth jumped off the top rope and smiled when Orton gave him the RKO in mid-air. She thought Orton and his team was going to win but Roman intervened, giving Orton the Spear when the referee's back was turned. Dean went for the cover and when the referee made it to three, Emilia looked down and felt defeated. When she looked up, The Shield was exiting the arena through the crowd.

Emilia took her headset off and ran to the ladies' room. When she got inside the spacious public bathroom, she locked the door and stood in front of the sink. The Shield won, which means that she's now Dean's girlfriend. She repeated the fact over and over in her head, but it just won't sink in.

Emilia parted her ponytail and pulled it, making it tighter. She turned the faucet on and washed her hands thoroughly under the warm water. She wanted to wash her sweaty face, but she can't because she didn't want to do her make-up all over again. When she was done washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror as she dried her hands with a brown paper towel. Her ponytail was still in place and her make-up wasn't melting off. She looked fine, but she didn't feel fine. A wave of different emotions washed over her and she was screaming no in her head. She was working; she can't let this get to her.

Two loud knocks on the door stopped Emilia from getting drowned in her emotions and thoughts. When she stepped out of the ladies' room, she found Josh standing in front of her.

"What's wrong, pretty baby?" Josh asked, rubbing the side of her left arm.

Emilia shook her head and smirked. "Nothing. Let's go back to work."

Emilia ran to the production area and Josh followed her. He saw fear in her eyes as they talked; what or who was she afraid of? They put their headsets back on and went back to work, like nothing happened.

Emilia moved silently around the hotel room that she shares with Josh. It was their last night in this city and this will be the first night that she'll be spending with Dean. She was packing because Dean called her after the show and told her to pack her stuff and go to his hotel room. She had that sinking feeling, which made it hard for her to hold things. She didn't know what Dean's plans were for her tonight and she doesn't want to know.

She was staring at Josh as she slowly zipped up her luggage. It was dark in the room since the all the lights were out, which made it easier for her to do things because she can't be seen, but the dark made it hard for her to see. Josh groaned and Emilia stopped what she was doing to watch him. He turned, so now he was lying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow. Emilia took a sigh of relief and resumed to zipping up her luggage. When she was done, she took her red luggage off the made bed and walked towards the door. Before leaving, Emilia looked over her shoulder and stared at Josh. She exhaled and said sorry to him in her mind. She grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, and got out.

Emilia made it to Dean's hotel room ten minutes later. She was about to knock when Dean opened the door. Emilia brought her fist down. They stared at each other for a few minutes, taking in one another's form. Dean was in a dark blue t-shirt and faded pants, while Emilia was wearing her uniform – black polo shirt and skinny jeans. She still had her make-up on and her hair was still up in a ponytail.

"I was starting to think that you're not going to show up. Perfect timing," Dean said as he moved away from the door. "Nice to see you."

Emilia quietly stepped inside his hotel room, dragging her luggage with her. "I couldn't do that."

Dean closed the door and locked it. "You could've."

Emilia stood at the end of the single bed with her luggage in front of her. She was biting her lower lip. "It didn't cross my mind."

Dean nodded and went to the small fridge. He took out two bottles of beer. "Are you thirsty?"

Emilia shook her head. "No."

"Alright. You can sit on the bed - you don't have to stand there all night." Dean returned the other bottle of beer in the fridge and opened his bottle.

Emilia felt a warm sensation under the apples of her cheeks. She placed her luggage next to the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. Dean walked to the bed and sat beside her. Her hands were on her lap and she was thumb twiddling. As Dean took a sip from his bottle of beer, he caught Emilia's unique scent. Her scent was stronger than the smell of the beer. Seeing her there, just inches apart from him, made him feel overjoyed. He never thought this would happen in reality – they had been together only in his dreams.

Dean moved a little so he could be closer to Emilia. When Emilia felt the space beside her slightly sinking, she stopped thumb twiddling and waited for Dean to do something. Dean took her ponytail down and threw her hair tie on the floor.

"You look good with your hair up, but you look so much better when your hair's down." Dean said calmly, which made Emilia feel more nervous.

Dean took a strand of her dark brown hair and brought it close to his face. He inhaled its scent before rubbing it between his fingers. Not only did it smell good, it also felt good: her hair was as soft as silk. Emilia took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Whatever you're planning to do, just do it." Emilia promptly told Dean.

Dean tilted his head to the side. He was still rubbing a strand of her hair. "What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

When Dean let her hair go, Emilia opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Dean was waiting for her answer. "I-I thought-"

"You thought I was going to take your precious virginity?" Dean shook his head, chuckling humorlessly. "No, Emilia. I'm not going to do that tonight."

The knot inside Emilia has loosened a little. "But you're still going to do it."

Dean nodded firmly. "Of course I'm still going to do it. You're mine now, remember?"

Emilia nodded and swallowed. "Yeah."

Dean frowned. "It seems to me like you're not thrilled like I am."

Should I be thrilled? I'm a sick guy's girlfriend! Emilia thought to herself. She almost told Dean that, but she sighed and looked down. "I'm just tired."

Dean stroked her left cheek with his hand. "You should get some sleep. You look restless."

Emilia stood up from the bed and grabbed her luggage. She went to the bathroom and locked the door. She moved fast, because she didn't want Dean to think that she was doing something that he wouldn't like, like trying to escape through the small window near the sink. So far, Dean has been decent with her; he hasn't hurt her or made her do something she didn't want to do. She saw no point in fighting him.

She took her clothes off and got in the shower. She used the hotel's shampoo and liquid soap to wash her hair and her body. When she was done, she dried herself and put on some clean underwear and comfortable but not revealing clothes – she took a plain purple t-shirt and black plaid pajama pants out of her luggage. She combed her hair and decided to go back to the room.

Emilia found Dean standing beside the window, looking at the view outside of the hotel with the beer bottle in his left hand and his right hand was inside the pocket of his pants. His disheveled hair covered the half of his face. For a second, Emilia found him attractive and had the urge to push his hair back. She shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. When she closed the door, Dean turned around and looked startled for a split second.

"What? Did I forget to wash off the soap on my face?" Emilia asked, rubbing her cheek.

Dean laughed and shook his head. Emilia saw him laugh and for a few seconds she thought that he looked a bit boyish. "No, it's just… you. You look beautiful."

Emilia dragged her luggage with her as she walked towards the bed. This wasn't the Dean Ambrose that she knows, but she didn't know him that well. "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. Don't try and argue with me." Dean said and felt a little frustrated. It was obvious that Emilia had no idea how beautiful she was and she didn't know how to accept compliments. But that's going to change and Dean's going to make sure that it does.

"I'm too tired to argue anyway." Emilia answered. Once she realized what came out of her mouth, she bit her bottom lip and prepared herself for whatever Dean was going to do or say next.

"I like you like this, feisty and crabby," Dean smirked before taking a long sip from his beer bottle. "But I'm tired too and if we keep on talking to each other, we'll be awake the whole night."

Emilia glared at Dean before sitting on the bed. Dean finished his bottle of beer and placed the empty bottle on the counter. He sat next to Emilia, who was fluffing one of the pillows. Emilia didn't want to sleep next to him, but there was no couch in the room and she didn't want to sleep on the floor. It's been years since she's shared a bed with a man and the last and only man she slept in the same bed with was Mike.

When Emilia was done fluffing the pillow, she put it in front of the headboard and lay her head on it. The temperature in the room was just right – it wasn't too cold or too hot, so she didn't use the thick blanket. She was just about to fall asleep when she felt Dean beside her. He placed his arm around her waist and kissed the back of her head. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but Dean's warm breath on the back of her neck and his arm around her waist made her feel uncomfortable. She stayed awake for a few hours until she finally fell asleep.

Author's note: Sooo... I wasn't sure if I wanted to start writing a new story featuring CM Punk and/or John Cena or continue writing chapters for this story. I ended up writing this because starting a new story is just difficult. Anyway, thank you for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows! – C x