Chapter Fifty Seven! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Monday Night Raw: April 7, 2014
Edited: 11/15/19
Chapter Fifty Seven
Mother fucker. Dean groaned as his alarm went off. For once, he regretted that he liked to get up early for his morning run.
Rolling over slightly, he smacked his phone; whether or not he turned the alarm off or just hit snooze he wasn't sure, but anything was better than the freaking thing blaring in his ear. With each movement he made, his body popped and crack, his head spun and pounded like there was a jackhammer in his skull. All signs that he must have drank way too much last night while celebrating the Shield's win.
As he stretched his arms over his head, a small moan came from beside him. His eyes locked onto the lump and bits of brown hair that he could see from under the blankets. At first, his mind rushed back to all the other times that he had woken up with a random chick in his bed after drinking too much. How many times did that happen? How many girls had he kicked from his bed, or left theirs early in the morning?
However, this time was completely different. This time he wanted the girl in his bed to stay. Rolling back over, he threw his arm around her and nuzzled into her long hair. Inhaling her scent deep into his body.
"What time is it?" Angel yawned.
"Early." Dean mumbled as he pulled her bundled up body towards him. "I forgot to turn off my alarm."
Through the blankets, he felt as she tried to turn towards him. Loosening his arms, he let her do just that and sleepy hazel eyes met him. "I'm guessing that you're not going on your run today?"
"Nah." He sighed as tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I'll make up for it at the gym."
"Feeling that bad?"
"Uh-huh." That and he just wanted to spend more time lazily laying in the bed with her.
Her face twisted into a serious look. "I'm not surprised, after you drank so much."
"Hey, we were celebrating." He told her even though he couldn't remember much of the celebration itself.
"Oh, I know." She rolled on her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I went a little crazy too." She rubbed her eyes. "Seth and Leighla had to guide us back to our room."
Leighla? That's right Seth's girlfriend had showed up for the after party, he almost completely forgotten that one. "Oh?"
She nodded. "Yeah, Seth practically dragged you over and tossed you on the bed." She laughed. "I tried to change your clothes for you but man, you're heavy. I was only able to get your boots off."
Dean looked down at himself, to see that he was indeed still in his tank top and pants that he wore yesterday. Running his hand over his face, he suddenly felt just how greasy his hair was and how long his growing stubble had become. I need a shower. But that would mean getting up, and he didn't want to move away from her.
An idea popped into his head, one that he was sure she wasn't going to be down with, but hey. "I'm going to uh, I'm going to take a shower." He said slowly untangling himself from her. "Wanna join me?'
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "Uh?" Thought so.
"You don't have to." He told her as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I was just asking?" Giving a glance over his shoulder, he saw that she was biting her lip. Was she thinking about it? Was she imagining joining him in the shower? As he saw her face quickly become tinted pink, he knew she was. Smirking at himself, he shook his head, turned away, and stood up. At least I got to see that look. He gave a roll of his shoulder as he made his way over to his suitcase.
"I could use a shower."
His body shot tense as he turned back around to the girl wrapped into the blankets. "What?" Surely, she wasn't saying what he thought she was. However, much to his surprised Angel sat up and pulled herself from her cocoon of blankets.
"I said that I could use a shower." She quickly glanced down at her hands. "I mean, if you don't mind."
If I don't mind? He wanted to laugh. There was a reason he asked her if she wanted to join him. He wanted to see what her naked body would look with water running down it. He wanted to see it so bad that he had masturbated to just the thought of it before. "I certainly don't mind."
A shy smile came to her face. "Ok"
Dean nodded his head as he tried to figure out what to do next. "Um…" His voice betrayed him. "I'm going to get started, you can join me when you're ready." He said rubbing the back of his neck,
Angel nodded.
Trying not to think too much about what was about to happen, Dean raced into the bathroom. As closing the door slightly, he took a quick piss, stripped and turned on the water. He gave it time to warm up before he stepped in.
Almost instantly he relaxed into the warmth of the water. All the sluggishness and soreness washed from him. He let out a groan as he stretched himself under the wall, feeling a few of his ribs pop into place
As he heard Angel make her way into the bathroom, his body shot tense once again. He had almost forgotten that Angel was going to join him. Almost.
Through the curtain he watched as she shut the door behind her and made her way across the room. He couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the shadowy figure as she undressed. She slowly pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor, followed by her sweats, and her underwear. It was like a strange striptease, one that he couldn't get enough of.
Excitement shot through him as he realized that Angel was standing there, just on the other side of the shower curtain, naked.
"D-Dean." Angel called over the sounds of the shower.
He cleared his throat before answering her. "Yeah."
"Um… I'm coming in…" She said stepping closer to the shower.
"Yeah, ok." He panicked as he glanced down at himself.
Shit. He turned around quickly so that his back would be facing her as she got in. The last thing she need was to pull that curtain back to see 'him' standing at attention for her.
I didn't think this one through.
A.A.A.
Angel reached out with a shaking hand towards the shower curtain. No backing out now. She told herself.
She said she was going to do this, and she was already naked so backing out now would just prove how nervous she was. She didn't want to do that.
Mustering up all of her courage, she grabbed the curtain and pulled it back just enough that she could slide into the shower.
Careful not to knock over her own shampoo and conditioner that sat on the ledge, she stepped into the humid shower. Her eyes locked on everything other than the man that was standing on the other side of the large tub.
As she settled into her spot, her face went from warm to hot really quick. Crossing her arms over her chest, Angel took a deep breath and took a peek at the man. And her mouth almost hit the bottom of the shower.
He was turned away from her, facing the water, giving her a good view of his backside. She had seen his bare back many times, at the gym, in the locker room, even sometimes during a match; but the way the water ran down over his broad shoulders, down his back, to his hips and over his…backside, transfixed her.
She almost let out a groan as she watched a few stray drops. She wanted to follow them with her fingers, with her tongue.
Swallowing hard, she forced her eyes away from the man's behind. Backside? Behind? Those were too nice of words for him. The man had an ass and what an ass it was. God, she could picture herself digging her nails or heels into it.
She shook her head trying to get rid of the strange thoughts that were running through her mind. Though as hard as she tried, she couldn't do it. Her mind was fixated on the man that was just before her and there was no stopping it.
One more peek. She gave in and turned to look at him again. Only to realize that Dean had turned around and that it wasn't his ass that her eyes locked on. Right in front of her eyes was, Dean Ambrose's erection.
The air was knocked from her lungs as she stared at him. Look away. She told herself but she couldn't seem to pry her eyes away. She has caught a shadowy glimpse of it before when he stoked himself, but this was the first time she had seen him in all his glory. She could have sworn that she saw it jerk under her gaze.
"Like what you see?"
Angel jumped as her eyes shot up to Dean's face to see him smirking down at her, while he leaned against the side wall. For the first time since she got into the shower, the warm water splashed her legs, arms and stomach. And she didn't even notice.
She couldn't believe that she had just been caught staring at his…his cock. His big proud cock.
As she fought the urge to look back down, Angel tried to come up with an explanation for herself.
Dean chuckled. "Hey, go ahead, look your fill, I'm doing the same."
Her eyes widened when she realized that he was indeed looking his fill of her. She watched as his eyes darted around, could feel them on her body as they traced her like one of the stray drops of water.
Not able to take his heated gaze anymore, she turned away. Though before she could even think about what she was going to say or do, a pair of strong arms snaked around her. Her whole body went tense as she felt him lean down and rest his head on her shoulder.
He was so close to her. So close and naked. As overwhelmed and unsure as she felt, Angel still found herself leaning back into him. Their skin touched and she heard Dean let out a groan as he tightened his hold on her.
"You know when I asked you to join me, I didn't think you really would." He said his voice growing husky. "But I'm glad you did." He ran his chin across her shoulder, making her laugh.
"You're all scratchy." She pulled slightly away, trying to get from his itchy stubble.
He chuckled as he ran his cheek against her once more before resting his chin against her. "I'll shave before we leave for the show."
She felt the deep breath the man took. And suddenly the energy around them turned. "I know you said that it was fine already…" He said sounded like he was trying to find the words. "But I really do want to talk to you about what happened."
She knew what he meant. The kiss. "Dean." She sighed as she turned in his arms so that she was facing him. "It's fine." She told him. "Really, it is." When his eyes darted away from her, her chest tightened. "Do you regret it?"
"Kissing you? No." He said as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. "Kissing you in the ring? I don't know."
"It was bound to happen eventually." She told him. "Keeping a secret is hard once people start find out. It's a slippery slope."
He smirked slightly. "Yeah I guess you're right."
"Think about it, first Renee found out; then the Bellas."
"The Bellas?" He cocked his head and frowned.
Guilt hit her. "Yeah. I meant to tell you; Nikki saw us kissing backstage."
"She did?" He seemed kind of upset about it.
"But the point is that once one person finds out, it's really hard to keep a secret from everyone else." She changed the subject quickly. After WrestleMania there was really no reason to get upset about people knowing about them. Since how the whole world knew.
Looking up at him, she watched as he thought about what she had said. Slowly a small smirk appeared on his face. "You know, there is one good thing that came from not having to hide our relationship anymore.
"What's that?"
He pulled her closer, so that her chest touched his. "I can kiss you whenever, wherever."
"I-I wouldn't have pegged you for a PDA kind of guy." Her hands fluttered to his chest.
"I'm not." He said as his face inched closer. "But I'm sure you realized that I do what I want, when I want, and now I don't have to hold back." Her eyes widened as she felt his hands run up and down her body. "And trust me, I've been holding back."
He kissed her.
It was a but deep kiss. One that gave her a hint of just how much he had been holding back. One that mixed with the heat of the shower and made her head spin. However, when he pulled back, she felt herself shiver and it wasn't because of the kiss.
"You alright?" He asked noticing instantly.
"Just a little cold."
"Oh shit!" He quickly maneuvered them around so that she was now getting the full blast of the shower. "Sorry about that…Kind of forgot that we were taking a shower." Surprisingly and much to her dismay he stepped back; letting her go.
"It's ok." She watched Dean reach down and grab his shampoo off the inner ledge of the tub. Her eyes locked on each movement as he squeezed some of it into the palm of his hand, put the bottle back, and lather his hair.
He even made washing his hair look hot.
"So…so what do you think is going to happen tonight?" She asked trying to fill the silence.
"What do I think is going to happen?" Dean said as his hands stilled on his head. "I think…" He reached up over her head, putting his suds covered hands under the shower. Angel inhaled as the soap ran over her, taking in the scent into her. "I think that Kane's going to go out to the ring and bitch and moan about how what happened wasn't fair or how we cheated or something… then we're going to go and beat his ass, showing him that it wasn't a fluke." He told her as he gestured for her to change spots with him.
They both seemed to ignore how their bodies pressed tougher as the moved past each other in the small area.
"What about you?" He asked as he leaned his head back under the water.
Angel pursed her lips together as she grabbed her shampoo. "I think you're right." It was very likely that what Dean has said was what was going to happen. Though she kind of wished the boys could at least have a day off with everything that happened.
"Switch?" She asked as she finished lathering up her hair.
"Yeah." They did their little dance to get around each other and she could have sworn that she heard him hiss.
"What time do we need to be at the arena?" His voice grew husky again, making her heart speed up.
"Um, four like normal. Though that might change since Vince wants to meet with me." She said as her mind started to trail off towards that wonderous erection, that she was fighting herself from looking down to.
"About your mask design?" He asked grabbing his body wash.
"I think so." She ran her fingers through her hair trying to make sure all the soap was out of it.
Once again, she found herself watching him as he scrubbed himself. He started at his shoulders before making his way down to his pecks, his stomach, stopping just where the dusting of slightly dark hair started below his navel. He then washed down his left arm, before switched to wash his right arm then did the same to his sides.
She didn't know when her breathing became heavy, but she had a feeling it was around the time that he propped one of his legs on the side of the tub and started from his ankle and ran the soapy washcloth up. When he moved to repeat the movement once more for his other leg, her breath hitched as she realized she had full view of his erection again.
Then it happened, he gave special attention to that spot…
D.D.D
Dean smirked as he watched Angel stand under the water watching him clean himself. Those hazel eyes were locked on his cock as he manhandled it a bit rougher than he normally would while washing it. But he couldn't help but give her a show.
Though his show was doing more from him then her…. at least he thought it was. That was until he saw her face flush. It wasn't like her normal bright red blush, it was more of a muted a softer color.
He looked from her cheeks to her eyes and he almost went week at the knees. Nope this woman in front of him wasn't embarrassed, far from it. Need, want and desire filled her hazel eyes. Fuck me.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
He heard her swallow. "Need help washing your back?'
He blinked and let his leg drop from the side of the tub. "Yeah, sure."
Anything to get her hands on him, in any way. Handing her the washcloth, he turned around so that his back was to her. He didn't know how long it was until she touched him, but he had clenched his hands into fist, and his nails dug into his palms as he waited.
When he felt her hands on him, his body sagged. Could anything feel this good?
With each small, careful swipe of her hand, he had to lock his jaw shut and put his hand on the tile wall in front of him to stop himself from turning around and grabbing her; ending the wonderful feeling.
Just when he was about to loss control, she stepped away. "Done."
Thank god. He sighed as he gave his shoulders a roll.
"Wanna rinse off?"
Not trusting his voice, Dean nodded his head and slowly turned around. His eyes landing on everything but the girl that he wanted to pull into his arms. Out of sight, out of mind kind of thing. Which sort of worked until their bodies rubbed against each other as they switched sides again.
As he rinsed the soap from his body, he heard Angel open her bodywash and his eyes snapped over to her. As much as he was losing control right now, he didn't want to miss a moment of what was to come.
Using the same washcloth that he used, Angel poured her soap on it and set into cleaning herself. Unlike him, she started with her legs. Running that lucky little cloth all the way up her each of her pale legs. She skipped over her mound before continuing up her stomach, arms, shoulders and chest.
He learned two things at this moment. One, this was the best idea of his life. Two, there wasn't anything more lovely then her perk little tits covered in soap. In fact, the only thing that was able to tear his eyes away from them was when the washcloth suddenly filled his vision.
"I scratched your back." Angel told him.
Fair enough. Dean took the cloth without hesitation and waited for her to turn around. Part of him wanted to make her wait. To see if she craved him touching her as much as he craved her touching him, but he couldn't. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Starting in on the back of her shoulders, he washed and petted her all over. He loved the way her back arched against his hands. Not able to stop himself, he leaned in and gave a nibble to the top of her ear as he worked the cloth lower and lower.
When he finally reached her petite but still breathtaking ass, he could feel her tense up slightly. He gave her a little test run swipe with the washcloth and smirked when she didn't stop him.
Abandoning the rag, he tossed it away before grabbing her hips and pulling her soapy body towards him. A moan pushed from him as her ass rubbed against his cock.
"Dean?" She questioned in a voice lower than he had ever heard come from her.
He didn't answer her. Instead he ran his hands up and over her shoulders, down her collar bone and over her breast. Her head fell back against him as he pet and played with her hardened nipples. Her breath grew heavier, more ragged.
Leaning his chin once again on her shoulder, he watched as his hands slipped down past her chest, over her flat stomach and down to her thighs.
A long heavy breath came from the woman in front of him and he glanced up to see her eyes were closed and her mouth as slightly open. "Angel." He smirked to himself.
"Huh?"
"Put your leg on the ledge." He whispered into her ear, which made her shudder. A blush came to her face, but she did as he asked and placed her left leg up on the tubs side. "Good girl." He chuckled as he turned her head slightly and gave her a kiss.
While she melted into his kiss, he gave her ass a good squeeze before he cupped her flesh. Angel's whole body jumped, tearing her from his lips as she gasped loudly.
"You alright?" He asked as he started to stroke her slowly, gently. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something but all that came out was a delicious moan. "Gotta answer me, Darling."
She quickly nodded.
He gave her a kiss on her neck, sucking it a bit harder than he wanted to. However, she didn't seem to mind. In fact, as her arms flew up and wrapped around his neck, he would have to say that she liked it.
A.A.A
Dean was driving her nuts with his gentle little circles that he made against her. Her body was already tightening, her toes curled against the ceramic tub and her nipples were so hard that they hurt.
As she felt his expert thumb rub over her sensitive clit, she called out his name. Ah god.
After he played with her a bit longer, she felt as he eased a finger inside her. Her body gladly welcomed the fullness.
"So tight." He mumbled against her neck as he snaked his other arm around her front, using it to hold her up as he stirred that finger deep inside of her at the same time that the palm of his hand rubbed against her clit.
Not being able to stop herself, Angel thrashed her head about on Dean's chest as her hips started to rock back and forth. "Dean! Oh god!" She moaned as her body grew hot and tight. Though this time she wasn't confused by what was happening. After the first night together, she knew. She was so close to coming. And she was craving it.
"That's it, Darling."
Not meaning to, she raked her nails into Dean's hair as she threw her head back and gave a soundless cry as pleasure rippled through her.
When the hand that he was using to pet her vanished from her, she gave a whimper. Though it was cut off by Dean forcing her to turn her head, so that he could pull her into a deep kiss.
While she lost herself in the kiss, the hand returned. She felt the fullness again as Dean thrusted and stroked inside of her with his finger. That with the feeling of his rough palm on her sensitive bud and his tongue battling with hers in her mouth….it was too much. Too much.
The coil in her body went so taut.
Giving a last cry into Dean's mouth, she came hard.
Waves and waves of pleasure racked through her. Her body went from tense to weak kneed and malleable like putty.
Once it was over, her eyes fluttered open and instantly locked onto the blue eyes that were watching her with dark interest.
"You alright?" Dean asked as he held her up.
"Yeah…" Her voice was ragged.
"Go ahead and take a minute, I've got you." He told her as he held her on her feet.
As she sagged against him, she watched as he brought his free hand up to his mouth and licked his forefinger. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing. He was licking her come off his finger.
"Angel, I have to tell you, nothing tastes as good as you do." He purred as he nuzzled into her neck again.
Even though she was flustered by his words, there was nothing she could do about it. She had no strength left in her body. All she could do was bury her face into their chest.
"I guess we should get you cleaned up, huh?"
Cleaned up? She questioned in a daze. Giving herself a look over, she realized that she was still covered in soap. "Oh?" She had been so caught up in what was going up that she had forgot that she hadn't rinsed off.
"Please." She mumbled as the soap started to make her skin feel tight and not in the good way.
Chuckling, Dean pulled her against him even more and slowly moved so that she was under the water. The warmth felt great on her sensitive skin and she couldn't help but arch towards it.
"Once you're done, you can hop on out." Dean told her as he let her stand on her own again. "I've got something to take care off." He coughed.
Frowning, Angel look at him and quickly got what he meant. "Oh?"
"Yeah…" He sighed.
Without realizing it, her eyes drifted down towards what he had to take care of. And once again she could have sworn that she saw it jerk under her gaze. God, the skin looked tight and taut; she wondered if it pained him. Judging by the look on his face, it did.
Biting her lip, she couldn't believe the question that was tempting to come out of her mouth. She hadn't done that before. Would she even be able to help, or would she just make matters worse? The last thing she wanted to do was make it worse for him. But she wanted to be able to help him like he helped her. Wanted to please him. Wanted to thank him. Well, there a first time for everything.
"You want help?" She asked as he looked up at the man's face. She could hear the air being knocked from his chest at her words as shock filled his face. Was he really that surprised that she would offer to ease him after what he had done for her…twice now?
"Do I want your help to get me off?" He breathed. "Let me be completely honest with you Angel, there isn't much I wouldn't do to have you touch me, right now."
"Is that a yes?"
"That's a 'fuck yeah'."
Chucking, she took a step closer to him, nerves raced through her as she did. "So…now let me be completely honest with you…"
"You've never done this." He finished for her.
"Yeah." She sighed. "I don't want to mess this up." She wanted to yell at herself for sounding so stupid. And the feeling only grew when Dean let out a loud laugh.
"I don't mean to laugh." He quickly said as he put his hand out for her. Giving a slightly pause, she took his hand and allowed Dean to pull her close once again. "Angel, I don't think you could mess this up. All you have to do is touch me and I'll be coming for you in no time." He moved a piece of her wet hair out of her face. "Will you do it? Will you touch me?"
Angel nodded her head, as she tentatively raised her hand to his shaft. As soon as her hand made contact with him, Dean hissed loudly, and his hips surged forward.
She was amazed. His skin was deceptively soft under her hand and she could feel it throbbing as she gently traced him with her fingers from the base to the head and back.
"Angel." A broken sound came from his chest. "Stop teasing me." Teasing? She was teasing him? Well I'll be damned.
She like the thought of that. She liked the thought of being able to tease him. Being able to drive him wild. She wanted to do it more. Not giving the man what he wanted, she kept with her 'teasing'. And it wasn't long until she could feel Dean's whole-body quaking and twitching. It was like he was a bomb and she was playing with its wires.
"Angel please." His begged as his hand shot up and grabbed the hand that she was play with him with, making her wrap her fingers around him as best she could. "God damn it!" He gave a shudder. "I thought you said you've never done this before."
"I haven't." She forced her eyes away from his member to see that his brows were drawn together like he was in pain.
"Well you're a fucking natural, then." He grunted as he bucked into her hand.
Concern rushed through her quelling her thoughts to keep pushing him. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy." He said like he normally did when he was all banged up from a fight. "You got me so fucking hard that it hurts."
"Hurts?" She blinked at him.
"Yeah…" He chuckled. "But you can ease it, you can take away the pain. If you fucking quit with those wispy touches and actually jerk me off."
Blunt as ever. "I…"
"Just hold onto me and I'll do the rest." He looked her in the eyes as he tightened her hold on him. She stepped forward to get a better angle and nodded her head. "Just say like that." He let go of her hand and started to move his own hips.
Her eyes widened as she watched him use her to please himself. Back was her god of virility. He looked so incredibly beautiful as his body strained. Pleasure and pain fought on his face as she watched him battling for control. She could see his muscles twitching in his stomach and thighs.
"Ah fuck, Angel..." His voice strained as he started to thrust his hips harder and harder until it was hard to keep her hand on him.
Trying to keep her hand in place, she started to pump her hand against his trusts, though it wasn't long until she realized that he had gone still and that she was doing the work.
"That...it, darling." He moaned. "I'm so close. Just a little longer."
A few more hard strokes and Dean let out a yell as his body tensed and his head shoot back. Angel's eyes widened as she felt a sudden searing heat it her side. Her eyes dropped down and she couldn't believe what she saw as he ejaculated over and over, his erection twitching with each pulse.
D.D.D.
Dean slumped against the back wall of the shower, panting. Letting out a grunt, he reached down and stilled Angel's hand that was still moving on him like she didn't realize that he had finished.
Forcing his head up, he looked into her hazel eyes to see that sexy look of pride that almost robbed him of the last bit of strength that he had. Then a sick masculine thrill shot through him as he recalled that this was the first time she had ever made a guy come. He was her first. His chest welled with his own pride as he pulled her hand from him.
"I guess we need to clean you again?" He said looking at the mess that he had made on her side. His seed seemed to stick out against her skin, like a sore thumb.
"Did I do ok?"
The air that he had just got back was instantly knocked out of him again, and he stumbled almost knocking everything over. She's too cute. "Yeah, darling. You did great."
He gave her a kiss before grabbing the washcloth and both of them off. After he was satisfied, he reached around her and tuned off the shower before opened the curtain into the extremely fogged up bathroom.
Carefully, and oh so cheerfully Angel got out of the shower, grabbed a towel for herself before tossing him the other one, which he caught without taking his eyes off her.
As he started to dry himself off, he watched as she walked over to where her phone was sitting on the sink. Angel turned on the screen and her eyes went wide.
"Something up?" He asked as he rubbed the towel down his stomach.
Angel spun around with bright eyes and a huge smile on her face. "Mr. McMahon just said that he's talking about making a run of figures that come with the masks! He said we'll talk more about when we met today!"
A.A.A.
"Looks like we have a deal." Vince McMahon said as he shook her hand.
"Looks like it." Angel nodded. Her heart was racing so fast that she almost thought it was going to jackhammer itself out of her chest.
"Miss Miles, if you have any questions or concerns here is my number." The lawyer that Vince had brought in to write up the contract and explain things to her said as he passed her his business card.
"Will do." She looked down at the card before slipping it into her bag. "Thank you, for coming in, Mr. Marcus."
"Sure thing." He told her. "I hope I was able to help out and make all this understandable and painless." He's eyes flickered behind her.
"Yes, and I thank you for that."
"No problem."
"Well, Miss Miles." Vince spoke up again as he rubbed his hands together. "The show is about to start and both of us have jobs to do."
"Yes, Sir." She said as all three of them stood up.
Vince nodded to her, then to Mr. Marcus, then to the three men that stood behind her. "Boys."
"Sir." All three of them said at the same time.
"H-have a good night, Miss Miles." Mr. Marcus said as he scrambled his way out of the room making her sigh.
Turning around, she looked at all three members who were already dressed and ready for the show. "Did you have to scare the man out of his mind?"
"We were just making sure you weren't ripped off, Babygirl."
She shook her head at him as they made their way out of the makeshift conference room. She never thought about getting ripped off. Hell, she would have given her design to WWE for free. She was just excited that the fans liked it enough to want to buy them.
"Well did you have to get all geared up for the meeting?" She asked them.
"We had to get ready for the show." Seth shrugged. She knew that Seth was lying. She had already told them that they didn't have anything to do but a meeting with Stephanie later on tonight. There was no reason for them to get geared up just yet.
As they walked down the hallway, she realized that everyone, all of the crew members were looking at her. But why? She looked down at herself, she wasn't wearing anything weird and she wasn't having a wardrobe malfunction…Then she realized it, Dean was walked right next to her, standing closer than he normally would. They must be putting two and two together and realizing that the kiss in the ring last night wasn't a fluke
She let out a sigh and pulled on the strap of her back. She knew this was going to happen. Knew that everyone was going to paying extra close attention to them after what happened…This was going to be a long night.
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Angel was making her way through the hallway, trying to waste time until their meeting with Stephanie. She had no idea what this meeting was going to be about. Maybe it was going to be about their match with Kane and the New Age Outlaws, or something that had to do with Hunter's feud with Daniel Bryan. Who knew? With Stephanie it could be anything….
All of the sudden the air was knocked out of her as she landed on the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry." A higher pitched, English accent hit her as she looked up to see Paige from NTX standing there, looking almost crazed out of her mind as she held the Diva's title close to her chest. "Are you ok?" She asked reaching her hand down for her.
"Yeah, I'm ok." Angel took the hand and with Paige's help she got to her feet.
"Hey, you're Renee's friend, Angel?"
Angel nodded her head as she brushed some dirt off her black pants. "That's me."
A scream echoed through the backstage area. "Get out of my way!"
"Crap." Paige sighed as she slowly started to back away. "I hate to bump and run but I really rather not be around for AJ to stick her bodyguard on me. It was nice to meet you!" She called as she quickly walked down the hall towards the woman's locker room.
Angel didn't not blame how fast Paige was walking away. She had never met AJ face to face, but she knew that one was a time bomb that was waiting to pop and one that liked to. She also knew that AJ liked to use her bodyguard Tamina to beat down anyone she didn't like.
Shaking her head, Angel went to turn around when she heard someone rudely clear their throat at her. Speak of the Devil. She sighed as she turned to see Miss AJ Lee standing there, with her arms crossed over her chest and a glare on her face.
"Move." She ordered.
"Excuse me?" Angel raised a brow
"I said move." She gapped at the woman as she looked around the hallway. It wasn't packed, she could easily walk around her. "I said move!" Out of nowhere, Tamina seemed to appear next to AJ with a smirk on her face.
"Ok." Angel put up her hands and stepped out of the way. Once she was flattened against the different equipment that lined the hall, AJ huffed and started down the hallway without another word.
Angel let out a snort as she watched woman walk with Tamina right behind her. "What a bitch."
Labinnacslove: They are officially together! It's been a looooonnnnngggg time coming, huh.
BrookeWorm3: Well it wasn't barricading the door or anything but did this work? She becoming less of a flower as she goes on. I mean she has to, to keep up with Dean.
Skovko: She did handle the interview well. I'm glad you liked it.
Katara Melody Cullen: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
SilentMayhem: She has gotten better, hasn't see. She's can't be a little flower if she's going to be with Dean. We'll see about her becoming a designer. Lol I have some plans.
Remislady: I'm glad that you're enjoying the story. They are a family and they protect what's theirs. I hope you liked this chapter as well and enjoyed the special way that Dean and Angel celebrated.
AngelsDestiny22: I'm so glad that you like the story! That means so much to me. I hope you keep reading.
NotRob: Isn't awkward Dean cute? I think the man get's awkward more then he leads onto. She's really accepting to being outed like that because there's nothing she can do about it, so might as well just let what happens, happen. Right? Don't worry I got some plans about after the break up.