Moonlight Love

Chapter One

'I've been in WWE for a few years now, but it's hard to find love anymore because all anyone wants is sex. I want a relationship and I want something that will last. I'm tired of one night stands and just flings.'

I'm tired of my exes bothering me too and plus I have some of the divas bothering me as well. Ugh it sucks and Dean doesn't seem to want to help me at all. I groan very loudly as I walk around the pool room at the hotel and soon flop down onto one of the comfy chairs. I lay there on it as I think and I'm rethinking every life choice I ever made. Was it really a good idea to ever date Kevin Owens, Bray Wyatt, or Xavier Woods? Sure the one with Bray was only because he took our son that was conceived because of rape from me and I felt horrible. As for Owens, well that was because we had a thing back in the day together and now he's with Sasha Banks. Now Xavier is a different story. He always keeps trying to get me back because he says he can't live without me and well I don't want anything to do with him. I don't care what he thinks because all that's really worrying me is about how to get my son Sam back from Bray and I sigh very loudly. What am I going to do? Gabriel won't even let me near Sam when he's hanging with him anymore and I think there's something going on between them. I don't care if they start a relationship, but if Justin does anything to hurt my little boy. I growl lowly, but soon I jump when I feel someone touch my shoulder and I turn towards them. Dean says "no need to get freaked out sister. You were really deep in thought." I cross my arms and say "well yes I was. Is there a problem with that?" Dean says "well it depends actually. If it was about love, then yes there is a problem about that. You know for a fact that Roman would take you in a heartbeat and treat you so much better." I growl lowly and say "I don't want Roman." Dean sighs as he says "well that's not why I'm here. I'm actually here to tell you that Hunter has arranged for a blind date because there was a contest and someone won. The prize was to be able to go on a date with you. So yeah." I stand there with wide eyes and soon I compose myself. I say "this isn't fair. When is this date?" Dean says "tomorrow night." I groan even louder as I soon just head off to my room to pretty much cry because I'm worried about this whole thing and I sigh.

*John's POV*

I just received an email not that long ago that said I won a contest that I entered and it's to go on a date with none other than Ms. Des Ambrose. I mean it's every man's dream I feel like to go on a date with her, but she's so different from any of the girls I've met and I actually have been wanting to get the courage to actually get VIP passes to go see here. Oh this is going to be so nerve racking because I have always found her to be extremely beautiful and I've imagined many times what it would be like to be with her in a relationship. I sigh as I sit in front of the computer and soon get onto it as I log into Wattpad. Yes I use it and sometimes I don't even know why. I scroll through some things and soon I stop on an account that I don't even think is even real. I click on it and it seems to be an account that is Des Ambrose. I need to investigate this. I follow the account and then I message the person. I sit there as I wait and soon I hear my computer notify me that they messaged me back. I click on the message and it says 'Yes I'm Des Ambrose. Why do you ask?' I type back 'well I don't know if I believe you.' They message back 'well I am. I can prove it to you if you want.' I think for a moment as to how I could get this person to prove that it's really Des Ambrose. I type back 'follow me on twitter. My twitter is JohnTheGreat.' They type 'alright. I'll follow you.' I soon get a notification that they're following me on Wattpad and I soon sit there waiting to see if she actually really is Des Ambrose. I look at my phone and soon it goes off with a notification. I unlock it and my eyes widen at what I'm reading. She actually followed me and I just sit there staring at the screen.

'I'm not sure what to think at the moment, but she really followed me on twitter. Oh my god. No one is going to believe me that Des freaking Ambrose followed me on twitter. I am loving this a little too much.'