With Vickie Guerrero gone, I was helping Hunter and Stephanie manage some of the more unruly talent. I don't think she trusted me but she just really didn't want to deal with these guys and neither did Hunter.

The more violent talent didn't seem to mine me. As a small unassuming woman who was known to be sweet to everyone but was treated as an afterthought by the authorities, they seemed to accept direction from me more positively. All except one.

"Okay, thank you, Show. Bye. Such a sweetheart." I looked down at my phone and sighed, "damn." I walked around the stadium for about half an hour looking for him before giving up and going to catering to ask all everyone present, "has anyone seen Ambrose?" My voice was too small and no one reacted. "How embarrassing." I approached Chris Jericho, softly tapping his arm with my fingers, "excuse me, Chris."

"Whoa, I thought you were a kid."

"Hilarious. Will you ask everyone if they seen Ambrose for me? I been looking for him forever."

"Hey, anyone seen Ambrose?"

Seth pointed at the stitches beside his eye. "Check the fucking parking lot. At least, that's where he was lurking last."

"Okay, sorry for asking," I nodded and turned to leave. "Thank you."

"Want me to go with you?" Chris asked.

"Probably better if you don't but thank you, Chris."

I went down to the parking lot and was unnerved by the echo there. I didn't want to just call out to the psycho. "Is anyone down here?" I asked instead, preferring the neutrality of it. There was no response so I started walking around. I stood away from the cars and searched near the stored furniture. "Anybody here?" There was a short piece of rebar sticking out between some folded tables and the small Timberland logo chain dangling on my Timbs got caught on it. I fell forward onto my hands and one knee on the concrete. "Ow!" I pulled my other knee to me and rolled to sit.

"What're you doing?"

I screamed sharply then covered my mouth. Dean was sitting on a folding platform truck with a tangerine in his hand. "Asshole! You don't hear me asking if anyone's down here?!"

"I heard you."

I waited for more but he just stared at me as though he was done. "Why is this my life?" I groaned. "What're you doing down here anyway?"

"Eating," he rested the hand holding the tangerine on his knee. "And waiting for Mr Money in the Bank to pass through again."

"Of course." I stood up and dusted off my hands and knees. "Well, I have news in relation. They're willing to give him to you at Hell in a Cell contingent on you letting him cash in at-"

"No."

"But you didn't-"

"I'm not letting him cash in and fuck you for even suggesting it."

I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets, "these ideas don't come from me, you know. I'm just the messenger." He flung a piece of the tangerine peel at me. It hit me in the stomach and fell on the floor. I kicked it aside.

"Just following orders."

"What's your problem with me?"

He glared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time before saying, "I don't have a problem with you."

"Have I offended you somehow or-?"

"Get the fuck out of here."

I threw my hands up, "okay, I will pass your message along then."

"You do that and tell princess Rollins that I can wait for him all day. "

I was sitting in my office talking to Mark Henry. "Well, thank you, Mark. You're so sweet. I really appreciate that."

"You just keep-" Dean barged in suddenly, hyperventilating and slammed his hands on my desk. I leaned back in my chair and held my hands up. Mark shoved him back with one hand. "Not in here, you don't."

"Get out of my face, Mark."

"Mark, would you show him out, please?" Mark easily shoved him back out the door and we both went out.

"What do you want now? You had your match last night. You lost."

He nodded repeatedly, "yeah, because of Kane. I want him again."

"Seriously?"

"Go talk to Hunter and get Seth for me tonight. Do it." Dean dropped his hand on my head and rubbed it roughly.

"Ow, my hair."

Mark pulled his arm back, "don't touch her."

"Fine! I'll get you your match, you fucking psycho!" I poked his chest hard, "but don't ever ask me for anything again."

"But why would you let Kane go out there?!" I asked Hunter.

"The same reason you got the match for Ambrose; it's what he wanted."

"Yeah but, Hunter…"

"He would've done the same to Rollins. You know that. What are you in here crying about anyway? He was always a jerk to you. I thought you hated him."

"I don't care about that because I'm not a complete psychopath!" I took out my work phone and threw it on the floor.

It had been almost a month since I quit working with wwe and went back to tna. I finally had a day off.

"Hey, Google, play my music." The Google home speaker confirmed the action and started playing You Know You Like It by DJ Snake. "Fucking love this song. Petals, food's ready." I left the kitchen to find my pet pig. "Petals? Where are you, baby?" I walked into my living room and Dean was sitting on my couch with Petals, lying on his lap. I screamed for longer than I thought. I covered my mouth and nose with both hands, inhaling the carbon dioxide to calm myself. I put my hand on the wall, supporting myself against it. "What the fuck?! How did you get in here?"

"Sliding door was open."

"The backyard is fenced in," my voice was high pitched from my scream.

"It's only six feet."

I held a hand to my head, "Petals, come here, baby."

She grunted softly. "She's fine."

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you quit?"

"I have a phone, Ambrose! That's what it's for! Stupid questions!" I felt my face burning and I was sure I was about to pass out when I realized something. "Holy shit… you broke into my house."

"I tried to call you but the contact info is old. You've gotten a new number since and I saw you demolished your work phone. Your address is still the same though."

"How… how did you know about the work phone?"

"Same way I got in here. Broke in, found what I needed. So why did you quit?"

I shook my head and threw up my hands, "if you saw the footage, you know why." I sighed, dropping onto my other couch, exhausted. "I still don't get why you're here. So I quit. So what? What do you care? You always hated me anyway."

"I didn't say that. I was… unsure about you."

"Let me sort that out for you now; you need to get away from my pig and leave out the front door like a normal person. Can you manage that or is that a little too normal for you?"

Dean carefully scooted away from Petals. She grunted angrily before stepping off the couch and going to the kitchen. "I think you made her angry."

"Door's over there," I leaned back on my couch, stretching my arms across the back and pointing out the door. I turned away from him, not interested in any further engagement. It didn't make any sense that he would want to see a person he always treated like trash. I felt like he wasn't being completely honest either. Why would my reason for quitting matter?

I heard the door open and close and sighed. I cracked my neck, stood up and froze when I saw that he was still at the door. He opened and closed it again as though he was going to leave but couldn't. He did it again and again, faster every time, until he was just slamming it closed.

"Hey, hey!" I ran up to him, forcing him back. "You're gonna break the window."

He threw it closed one more time before backing up. "Ugh, fuck!" He slapped himself in the face, "just go out the fucking door."

"Hey, why did you come here? Really? Don't ask me why I quit. You know why."

"You quit because of me. I want you to admit it."

I shrugged, "I wanted out anyway. It was an excuse."

Dean turned away with a smile, making faces as though he were trying not to be angry. "You're really gonna stand here, in front of me, with no one else around and lie to my face?"

"It's not a lie. I wanted to leave. Was hoping they'd fire me but no such luck."

"You want to know why I treated you like shit? I was sure you were just like them. I didn't care what you pretended to be to everyone else. I was sure I knew exactly what you were. Then I saw that footage. I was wrong and that entire time I spent convincing myself I hated you…" He rolled his head up with a soft groan.

"Can you not with the faces, Ambrose?" I raised my hand to my face to push my hair back and he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my face before kissing me suddenly. My first instinct was to back up but his other arm went under mine and held me against him. His tongue filled up my mouth and for a moment I forgot how to breathe without my mouth. I turned my face aside, pulling away from his mouth.

Without a second of hesitation, he bit down on my neck. I meant to scream but only a small whimper came out. I could clearly hear his breath and his mouth now and it sounded like he was ready to eat me alive. As my mind cleared a bit, I realized I could feel him throbbing against my thigh and my feet weren't on the floor. He was holding me up.

"Wait, wait. Ambrose, wait." He kissed me where he had just been biting down before lowering me back to the floor.

He smiled down at me, "you wanna let go?"

I finally noticed both my hands were firmly clenching his jacket. "Sorry." I opened my hands and pulled them close.

"Don't be. I'm not going to apologize for the bite marks I'm about to leave on you. Understand why I came here now?"

He took a step toward me and I held my hand up, "please, you're a little intense for me right now. Like 30 seconds ago I was still sure you hated me so I'm experiencing some processing issues right now."

"How about you just shut the fuck up and let me take care of it?"

"Look, smart ass, I didn't wake up this morning knowing Dean Ambrose was gonna break into my house to fuck my brains out."

"Surprise." He grabbed the hand I was holding him back with. "You gonna stop me with these little hands?"

"Who said I wanted to?"

"You tell me." He pulled me forward roughly so I slammed into him. Then he showed me his empty hands. "Should I stop?"

"I'm going to say nothing and let you interpret my silence."

He put both hands on my waist and lifted me slightly. "Open your legs." I wrapped my legs around him. One of my arms went around his neck and the other gripped the front of his jacket. He buried his face in my neck before turning to line his mouth up with my ear. "To be clear, I did come here to fuck your brains out." He bit down on my neck again and pressed my back against the wall. I felt him thrust slowly against me, the hard bulge in his pants pressing desperately against my fully soaked panties. I dug my nails into his skin and he groaned on my neck, biting me harder.

"Am I hurting you?"

He stopped to look at me with one eyebrow up. "You're so fucking precious. How about this? If you manage to hurt me, I'll hurt you but I doubt it." He grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and ripped it open. "I'll buy you a new one." He tossed me up slightly, pinning me against the wall so my boobs were in his face. He instantly started biting my skin and gripped the other so tightly I could see his fingers digging into it. I cradled his head, tugging on his hair slightly. I heard him messing with his belt and a warmth suddenly spread through me. He switched to torture my other boob with his teeth and forcefully grip the other.

"I can't anymore. Please," I sighed onto the top of his head.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

He scoffed, "I'm gonna fuck that cute face first. Make it filthy." He set me down and told me to sit on the floor. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and held it up against the wall. "You're not going anywhere now but let me tell you," he brought his face close to mine, "I feel any teeth and I'm gonna fling you over the side of that couch to stretch that ass out."

"Promise?"

He slapped my face gently and bit my bottom lip. "Don't get any ideas." He stood up and without saying anything else, pushed straight down my throat. With the wall behind me and him holding my hair in place, there was no way to pull away for relief. I had to rely on him completely to give me a breath when I needed it and I almost preferred it that way. He pulled out of my mouth to cum on my face before shoving back into my mouth to feed me the rest. I covered my mouth with my hands and he knelt in front of me. "Swallow." I pretended to and he followed up with, "show me." I looked around nervously before showing him it was still in my mouth. "Come on. It's good for you." I swallowed again and showed him. "Good girl." He pushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. "Now get up." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. "Go." He pushed me toward the couch.

"But I didn't even- I don't think it's-"

"Hey, shut the fuck up and turn around." I sat on the armrest and shook my head.

Dean sighed but smirked, "you've never had your ass fucked?" As I was thinking how to respond, he shoved me back.

"Wait, don't-"

He grabbed my waist and easily flipped me over. I pushed myself back up and he snatched both of my arms and pulled them behind me. He held them together and forced my face down onto the couch. He leaned over me and spoke into my ear, "want me to lie and tell you it doesn't hurt? You should relax. If you don't, it's really gonna hurt."

I shut my eyes and started mumbling the lyrics to the song Google was currently playing. "Fuck!" I clenched my fists and tried to pull my arms out of his grasp.

"Stop fighting. You're making it harder on yourself."

"You could at least give me my- yaaah! My hands back."

"I don't know if you can handle that right now."

I winced as I tried to keep the rest of my body from moving. "Are you done yet?"

"Not even halfway."

"Ugh, for fucks sake."

"Take a deep breath." Without a second thought, I did what he said. He slammed into me suddenly. I gasped and froze, too scared to move. "What a good girl, taking it all at once. How does it feel?"

"It fucking hurts!"

"Yeah, I bet it does. It's a lot."

He smacked my ass hard. "Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh."

I could hear the smile on his voice when he asked, "that hurt?"

"Oh, fuck you, Ambrose!"

"Yeah, you are."

"I swear… you're in my fucking stomach."

"You're gonna feel this for a week." He finally released my arms, which flopped weakly into the couch. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and slowly pulled me up until I was looking up at him. "You like my dick in your ass?"

"I like that you're such an asshole about it."

"Then you're gonna love this." He covered my mouth with his hand. "Ready?" I shook my head no. "Good." He started pounding away at my ass and I desperately tried to pull his arm off me but it wouldn't budge. I stuck my nails in him and dragged them along his skin. I was screaming through my nose and trying to escape him. At the same time, I wanted him inside of me. I didn't want to be apart from him. I reached back, resting my palm on the side of his face. "Ah, fuck…" He turned his face to my hand and bit it softly then looked down at my face. My eyes were wide as I looked back at him. "Fuck, you're cute when you're helpless. I'm gonna cum in your tight ass." I groaned softly in response. He kissed the side of my head and kept his face pressed against me when he tensed up against me. His whole body softened and I took his hand off my mouth, hugging it to my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes, content to stay that way.

It lasted about 5 minutes before I broke the silence. "So… I hate to do this but I do have someone coming over today. I'm not kicking you out or anything but-"

"Who is it?"

"Christy Hemme. She's not staying long but I can't be naked when she gets here and, um, I don't know if you're…concerned about being seen here. We know how the business is with gossip. She'll be here around 1 so not for a little while. You can shower if you want, um, I have my gaming systems upstairs. I have a fridge in my room. Just… look around. Satisfy your curiosity."

Dean turned me around to face him, resting his hands on my waist. "And what're you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna take a shower first."

"Can I watch?"

"If you're staying, you'll have all night to play. Not just watch."

"Yeah? So I can keep you up all night?" I rested my hand on his chest and maintained eye contact with him as I walked away, letting my hand slide across him.

"Oh, you're gonna get it."

"I sure hope so."

Christy came in with a full bag. "You need to order on Amazon next time because Walmart only has so much," she said, placing the bag on the counter.

"You didn't have to get everything, Chris."

"What's the point of doing the run if you're still gonna have to go out? You have everything you need to do the project. God forbid his mom do it with him, huh?"

"What do I owe you?"

"Honey, you don't owe me shit. Just a favor. Why the fuck are you wearing a scarf? It's 75 out."

"I'm just more comfortable-"

I stopped when I saw the obvious disbelief on Christy's face. "You lying ass bitch," she said flatly. "Show me." I shook my head and held onto the scarf. "Show me or I rip it off. I'm gonna see eventually."

"Fine but don't make a big deal out of it." I pulled the scarf off and Christy covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh God, is it really that bad?"

"Did you fuck a bear or something? That… is really bad. Cover that shit back up." She went into the kitchen, "you ever fuck this bear before?"

"No."

"So… you wanna tell me who it is? Because damn, girl. Damn."

"No, girl. No."

"Why are you so private about this shit? Nobody cares. Who am I gonna tell anyway?" She opened one of the cabinets, "where's my whiskey?"

"I guess I forgot to buy a new one."

"I just bought a new bottle for-" She froze as she seemed to be thinking before smiling. "Oh my God. He's still here, isn't he?" She went to the stairs and I ran in front of her.

"No, no, no. Christy, don't."

"You don't tell me who it is, I'm flinging you over my shoulder and going up anyway."

"Ambrose."

Christy was taken aback. "What?! You said you hated that guy."

"I don't understand it myself."

"And you let him do that to you?! You know you have to be on tv this Thursday and that won't be gone by then. How did he even know where you live? I'm sure you didn't tell him." I shook my head slowly. "That's fucking insane," she gestured to me, "there's your evidence. Who does that?" She came up to me and pulled the scarf down. "They're literal teeth marks. What are you gonna say to Dixie?"

"She has to know my business?"

"He made it everyone's business by doing that to you," Christy crossed her arms. "Pretty sure he did it on purpose too."

"I don't know that he even thought that far ahead."

Christy rubbed her eyes, "you need to be careful, hon. I have to go. I don't know what else to say to you. Just… please, think about this."

At around five, I was serving Petals her dinner when I heard Dean coming down stairs. I looked up from Petals and saw him standing there with his jacket on. "I was gonna stay. I really was. I want to but… I have to go to Nashville."

"Okay," I tried to sound comfortable but I sighed louder than I expected. "Guess I'll see you next time you decide to break in then." He rubbed his face as he looked around, seeming frustrated. "It's okay."

Dean came into the kitchen and pulled me into a kiss. I threw my arms around him, kissing him back just as desperately. "I really wish I could stay with you." He put a piece of paper in my hand. "Call me. I'll come running." I slid my hands under his jacket, gently caressing his chest. He groaned, "come on. That's so cruel." He took both of my hands and held them to his mouth, kissing them. "I have to go. I have to."