the heartbreaker || dean ambrose love story

•always thinking ahead•

The room was dim as I opened my eyes, minimal light shone through the window over the other side of the room and I groaned stretching as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. I pulled the sheets off of my body as I sat up and typed in my password.

I sighed opening the messages app noticing that Paige had sent me words of abuse several times. I scrolled to the first of them to actually find out what she was saying.

'I asked the lady at check in and she said you didn't have a room. . but your car is in the parking lot. What shit have you been upto this time? -P'

I laughed closing down the app as I threw my phone to the bottom of the rather large bed. It was nine in the morning and for myself, I was up relatively early. I could hear no sounds outside of the room, which means that the swat team must still be knocked out or they've gone out somewhere.

So I ceased my opportunity and stood to my feet, cautiously slowly I unlocked the door and peeked out to find the living area and conjoined kitchen desolate. I closed the bedroom door quietly behind myself and made my way over to the kitchen. Pulling the cupboards open there wasn't a thing, only coffee and I sighed realising that this was their first morning in the room. There was no food.

"Stalking our food cupboards and making yourself a coffee is a bit creepy right?" I spun round shocked as Rollins emerged from the bedroom he'd also appeared from last night, he put his right arm through the hole in his Shield shirt with a yawn and I gripped onto the counter.

"Because you'd know creepy right, I mean kidnapping me from my car and getting your plus one to gag me and stop us in an elevator?" I countered pulling a mug quietly from a holder in the corner. Seth chuckled sitting down in the living area on the arm of an armchair.

"All part of the plan to put you on the right path, however much you may not like it Sierra it is going to happen." He nodded playing with the edge of a cushion as he looked smugly at me. I ignored his actions and poured the black coffee into the mug - I needed something strong today.

"Like I said, me and Paige are always one step ahead. . me in particular," I promised picking up the mug as I began walking back to the bedroom I'd claimed as mine for the night. "Watch your back architect, that goes for your powerhouse and the lunatic on the sofa over there too." I promised pointing at him.

"She's got a smart mouth for such a short personality. . interesting," I felt my eyes go wide as Ambrose sat up on the sofa, my mistake for taking him to be asleep. "I feel like you should cover up a little more toots, you're in the Shield's home now."

"My eyes are up here you psychopath, that goes for you too hair dye." I warned turning around and closing the door behind myself. I wasn't that revealed to be honest, I had my jogging bottoms on along with my white upper gear from last night.

I placed the coffee on the side table as I picked up my phone once again, deciding to text Paige back. She knew me inside out and I knew her like the back of my hand, she was probably still in bed watching some television series.

'Just summarising up our new feud buddies, already got them hook line and sinker. . meet me at the hotel gym, explain later, -S'

I smiled pleased with my work so far, I was about to change in my spare clothes in my gym bag but realising it was in the car, I couldn't. Instead I pulled on my doctor martens and tied my hoodie around my waist. I stood to my feet after, gulping down the rest of the black coffee before leaving the mug there.

Before I was about to exit to head to the gym and be out of this hotel room sooner rather than later. I noticed a note pad and a pen on the dressing table - clearly supposed to be used for guest reviews. However an idea sparked in my mind and I knelt down beginning to write.