// Sadie //
"I can't do this." I mutter to myself. Dean had texted me telling me he was in the arena now and that he'd meet me in catering soon. All I can think about is how I haven't told him about what happened between me and Janna. I really feel bad, I feel like he has the right to know and I'm not going to feel better until I tell him. I feel so selfish.
His birthday is in three days and I don't want to upset him so close to it. But if I wait until after it'll mean that I've been keeping this secret for a long time and I don't want him to be pissed at me. So I wanna tell him right now but I have no idea how he'll react and I don't want him to make a scene, Though he has every right to.
I can't help but feel like this whole thing was a big mistake. I should've never went to that club and I should've never slept with Janna. I should've just stayed in my hotel room and...Baked? Baking never hurt anyone right? I could've stayed in my hotel room and baked!
"Hey doll."
I jump, Turning around to face Dean. I give him a small smile and stand on my tippy toes to peck his jaw. "Hi. How are you?" I ask. He shrugs. "I'm cool. Me and Joylynn had a pretty good day." He grins. I nod.
"That's good. Did you do everything she wanted to?"
"Yep. Just as you said to,Boss lady." He winks. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." I smile. "Um...I have to tell you something though."
"Yeah what is it?"
"Um...I was thinking about your day with Aymie." I lie. "I just wanted to tell you that she loves arcades so if you wanna take her to one of those-"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not what you wanted to tell me." He smirks. "But does the real thing that you wanna tell me have anything to do with you sleeping with someone?" He asks. "Wha- I don't-"
"She told me." He smiles. "I bumped into her in the hallway last night and she was telling me about how she had the best fuck of her life." He laughs. "We got along quite well and then I asked who it was and she said it was you."
"I'm so sorry." I mutter. "It was a mistake, Honestly, I just wanted to go out and have a bit of fun and it was before you told me how you were feeling and I'm sorry." I sigh.
"It's okay. I understand. It was our agreement and you had no idea I didn't wanna go through with it. And honestly, You deserved to have a bit of fun. And...I deserved to feel like shit." He smiles sadly.
"Sorry I made you feel like that." I mutter. "But I'm really glad you know about this so now we can move on and get back to normal." I smile. He nods. "Me too."
******
"Dean Ambrose has been pretty aggressive lately, As has everyone else. Everyone has their eyes locked on the target which is Seth Rollins, He holds the WWE world heavyweight championship and as TLC is nearing, Everyone wants a shot at the title." I listen closely as Michael Cole speaks. I bite my lip, Seeing Dean slam Dolph Ziggler into the steel steps.
"That's right, But the question is who will get that shot?" Jbl says. "Recently, This lunatic has beaten Seth in at least, What three big matches? If he continues this winning streak we might have a lunatic as a champion, And while I'm not a fan of it, It'll be much better than having that hot head Roman Reigns as champ."
"Speaking of Roman Reigns, He has also has beaten Seth in a few matches recently and I know he must be itching for a chance at the title as well!" Cole exclaims.
"We can't forget about Dolph Ziggler, He's been clawing his way up to get his hands on the title as well and I'm sure he'd like a title shot. Plus, Sheamus is lurking around here somewhere with that briefcase and he's been pretty quiet lately but I have no doubt in my mind that he's just waiting for the perfect moment to strike!" Jerry says.
"Oh look, Dean's shirt came off." Aymie smirks. I roll my eyes at her before pushing her shoulder slightly, But I can't help but blush a little. I can't believe that that is my man. Watching him running around the ring, his abs prominent and glistening with sweat while he's got that crazy lunatic look on his face, Muscles bulging-
"Hello." Aymie yells, Waving a hand in my face. "Jesus woman." She mutters. "Get it together."
"Sorry." I mumble.
I wonder why he doesn't just wrestle shirtless. Maybe I could talk to him about that. I could come up with some excuse. Or I could rip all his shirts...Maybe I could put them all into one big suitcase and leave them in a hotel...
"Oh, How would you feel about spending a day with Dean?" I ask.
"Why?" She asks.
"Because he wants to spend time with you. He still thinks you're mad at him."
"Well I am." She shrugs.
"Aymie." I sigh. "Please just, Spend some time with him and I'm sure you two will be back on the same page. Please."
"Fine but I won't enjoy it." She grumbles.
A/N: sorry this is sucky! XX