The Shield One Shots Book 2!

Choices Pt8/Ambrollins

 Dean slowly finished changing out of his work clothes and sighing, sat on the edge of his bed, he ran his hands over his face. He was trapped in this living Hell because of that psycho bitch Rachel and he had never in his entire damn life wanted someone dead as much as he wanted her. She had taken every fucking thing away from him and she still wanted fucking more. He didn't regret agreeing to her deal, he was doing it to protect his brothers from her, but he did regret meeting her in the first damn place. He sighed again and seriously thought about spending the day in bed pretending that he had a headache, but changed his mind knowing that the bitch would stay in the room with him and he refused to be close to her if he didn't have to be. So, he got up, left the room, and made his way back downstairs.

 "Finally, I was just about to come upstairs to get you." Rachel said smiling, as she met him at the bottom of the stairs. "Put a smile on that gorgeous face, Deanie, the wedding planner with be here any time now."

 "I told you I'd help, I never said I'd pretend to enjoy it." Dean said bitterly.

 "You will or I ruin your brothers, it's your choice, Deanie." Rachel threatened smiling.

 Before he could say or do anything, the doorbell rang, Rachel straightened her clothes and hair, before putting on an even bigger smile, she went to the door and answered it. She spoke to the young woman for a few seconds, before she let her in and led her over to Dean, who forced a fake smile onto his face.

 "Evelyn Troy, this is my incredible fiancée, Dean Ambrose." Rachel introduced them, as she took Dean's hand.

 "Hello, Mr. Ambrose, it's a pleasure to meet you." Evelyn said smiling, as she shook Dean's hand.

 "It's nice to meet you too, Ms. Troy."

 "Why don't we all go into the living room and get started?" Rachel suggested smiling. "I'm very excited to see your ideas, I've heard great things about your company and you came highly recommended." She added.

 Still holding onto Dean's hand tightly, she led the way to the living room, she sat beside Dean on one of the couches, while Evelyn, sat across from them on the other couch. She then put her large bag on the coffee table between them and smiling pulled out a large portfolio with their names on it. Dean internally groaned seeing the size of the damn thing, but kept the fake smile on his face. Was all of that really necessary for a freaking wedding?

 "I have to say, Dean, it's actually quite refreshing to see a groom so involved in the wedding process. It's not often the husband-to-be wants to be involved in the preparations, so good for you." Evelyn praised him.

 "I have the greatest fiancée ever, he wants to be involved in every step of the planning, don't you, babe?" Rachel gushed, as she clung to his arm.

 "Yep." Dean replied still wearing his fake smile, as he fought the urge to shove her off and vomit at the same time.

 "Wonderful." Evelyn said smiling. "Alright, let's start with the invitations."

 "Yay." Dean said sarcastically.

 "Perfect, you wouldn't have any samples, would you?" Rachel questioned.

 "Of course." Evelyn answered, as she took another, smaller book out of her bag and handed it to Rachel. "These are samples of invitations and their envelopes."

 "Thank you." Rachel said, as she set the book on the table in front of herself and Dean, still holding onto his arm, she opened the book and began looking through it.

 Dean tried to pay attention, but after the 10th page of the same damn invitation, he couldn't do it anymore and zoned out. His mind wandered to very vivid scenarios of him killing Rachel in a variety of ways and him getting away with it. He was brought back to reality by Rachel squeezing his arm, he quickly regained himself, as she spoke.