Tame

Chapter Seven

When I wake up the next day, Dean's gone but for some reason I still feel his body pressed up against mine. Punk's still asleep, oblivious to what happened the night before. My phone starts ringing and I quickly switch it to silent before it wakes Punk. I look at the screen and see an unrecognizable number, but it's from Cincinnati. I press the answer button and slowly guide the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I say tentatively. "This is Ada speaking."
"Hi, baby," I hear Dean say on the other end. "Good morning."
I sigh. "What do you want, Dean?" I ask curtly.
"Oh, don't be like that, Ada. I wanna see you, so meet me somewhere."
"No, thanks," I decline. "Tonight's Raw. I have things to do."
"Ada-"
I click the end button and sit my phone back on the nightstand. I dress in a black sleeveless crop top, a red plaid skirt, black tights and matching high heeled boots. I slip my nerd glasses up my nose, grabbing my phone and room key. I kiss Punk on his temple and head out. As I am walking down the carpeted corridor of my hotel floor, I see a man walking down from the opposite end. He's really handsome. He's tall and muscular and has a nice head of jet black hair on him. Plus, he can't be that much older than me. I guess he likes what he sees as well because he immediately walks up to me and grabs my hand to kiss it. I giggle, trying to ignore the feeling that someone's watching me through the small window on the door to the ice and vending machines beside me.
"Hi," the man greeted. "I'm David."
"Ada," I reply shyly with the goofiest smile on my face.
He looks down, chuckling. "It's very nice to meet you, Ada," he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me a little closer to him. I crane my neck all the way up. "It's an honor to be in the presence of such a gorgeous woman."
I blush fiercely.
"Horny son of a-"
David and I's heads snap in the direction of the door, frowning in confusion. "Did you hear that?" I ask.
"Yeah," David answers. "Weird."
"Very," I agree.
"Anyways," he continues on, "can I get your number?"
"Sure," I say happily, tapping my number into his phone once he hands it off.
"I'll call you later," he promises.
"Bye." I wave at him and walk past.
"Hey!"
I spin around but no one's there. David has disappeared and the door to the machines is slightly ajar.
"Hello?" I call out timidly as I walk back to where we were. "David?"
I place my hand on the door and slowly open it wider. "David?" I call out again as I come face to face with the ice machines. No David. I frown, doing another once over of the small room. There's a door off to the side that leads to the vending machines. I'm tempted to look in there, but decide to leave the matter alone. I turn to leave.
"Hey, Ada."
I turn back around to see Dean closing the vending machine door behind him. "Dean?" I say confusedly. "What are you doing here?"
"This was the place that I wanted you to meet me at," he answered.
I look around with a raised eyebrow. "The machine room?" I question.
"Sexy, huh?" He uses his body to push me into the space between the ice machine closest to the door-which he shuts-and the wall.
"Dean, stop," I protest.
"Why?" he whines, placing a small kiss on the side of my neck. "Why don't you just give in and be mine like we both want. Your stubbornness is not gonna push me away."
I push his shoulders as hard as I can but it doesn't work. "Dean, I'm serious."
Ignoring me, he tilts my head all the way back and kisses down my neck. My phone bleats. Dean groans as I find enough room to turn my back to him. He moves my hair over one shoulder and kisses the top of my spine. "Can you stop for, like, two seconds," I snap at him before looking down at my screen.
Where'd you run off to?-Punk
I'm down in the lobby getting breakfast, I text back making Dean chuckle. "What do you think his reaction would be if he knew where you really were?" he questions teasingly.
I elbow him in the stomach with all my might making him grunt in pain and stumble back. "Damn," he muttered.
I spin around, shooting daggers at him. "I don't know why you're so interested in me. Maybe it's because you haven't had sex in awhile or maybe it's because I'm a challenge. Whatever the reason, I don't care because this is the last time you'll be this close to me," I say forcefully.
"As long as you're with Punk, I'm gonna have to get close to you, baby girl," Dean says in a husky whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Seeing as how he can't secure his top spot in the company without our help."
"That's not true," I argue. "Punk is very capable of keeping that spot. He's done it for almost a year before you guys came into the picture. He was fine before you, he'll be fine after so stay away from him and me."
"I don't think Punk wants that, sweetheart," Dean says.
I frown. "Is Punk paying you guys to do his dirty work?" I can't help but ask. Why are they here all of a sudden? I hadn't seen Punk socialize with them until right before Survivor Series, coincidentally right before they came out to help him retain his title.
"What would make you say that, babe?" Dean questions in a patronizing tone that's really getting to my nerves.
Keeping myself from puking, I run my finger along his jawline; his strong jawline, I can't help but note. "Dean?" I say innocently, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "You can tell me the truth. I won't tell anybody else."
A small smile dance across his lips as I ran my finger along his bottom one. He leans in real close to my ear, gripping a hold onto my waist.
"I must applaud you, Ada. You almost had me there. Almost. For an 18-year-old your seducing skills can certainly bring a man to his knees. But you still have a lot to learn." He smirks.
I pout. "Too bad. I was gonna kiss you next." I shrug and slip past him out the machine room.
"Hey! Wait!"
I smile as I carry on toward the elevator bank.

"Hey," I greet, startled as I see Punk already sitting in a booth at the hotel's restaurant.
"Hey," Punk replies. "Where were you?"
"I had to go to the bathroom," I lie.
I take a seat across from him and look through my menu. I glance up for a second and see Dean walking across the lobby to the exit. He turns his head and winks at me, blowing me a kiss to top it off. I glare at him before ducking my head to hide the blush.