Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter 12 - Behind Backs

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Dean's POV

I roll my eyes as I stick my phone in my back pocket. This is getting way too out of hand. All I wish is to have a nice, decent, normal relationship with the woman I love. Instead, our relationship is all kinds of messed up. There's kidnapping and betrayal and most importantly, lies. So many fucking lies. To be honest, it all started with me... Telling my poor Chlo that Jon Moxley doesn't love her anymore, which was never true to begin with. Then there was Roman with his fake feelings for Chloe. Then out of the blue, he decided to kidnap her like a fucking weirdo. Last but not least, Seth Rollins.

He's trying to destroy our relationship even more–if that's even possible. I honestly don't get it. Why would Seth want anything to do with Chloe? He apparently has a girlfriend.

Parking my car in the parking lot of the hotel Seth and Chloe are staying at, I pull the keys out of the ignition. I step out of the car and head to the building. I see Seth's car, and someone else's that I recognize, but can't put my finger on it.

Walking into the building, I get swarmed with chlorine and cleaning supplies. I get greeted with some wrestling fans, and am asked to sign a few things. After meeting my fellow lunatics, I walk up to the front desk.

"Hi, may I help you?" The woman asks, eyeing me up and down with her brown eyes.

"Uh, yes. Can I please have Seth Rollins's room number?" I ask, tapping my fingers on the wooden desk.

"In a rush?" The women asks, turning to her computer and typing very slowly.

"Yeah, I actually am."

"Oh? What for?" She asks, sighing and pulling out a piece of paper and a black pen.

"Unfortunately, it's none of your business," I reply, getting a little agitated.

"Now, I don't think that's true," she looks at me, lifting an eyebrow.

I tilt my head to the side, and my bangs fall in my eyes.

I desperately need a haircut.

"I think it's true."

"Why you say that?" She bites her bottom lip, trying to be hot.

"Because I'm a Wwe wrestler... And what are you?"  I ask her, looking at her intently.

"Well, I'm a..."

"Shh," I put my finger to my lips. "Don't embarrass yourself, sweetie. Just give me the paper."

She scoffs at me, placing her brunet hair behind her shoulder. "Here," she slides the paper on the desk. I grab it and her hand. "If you need to relieve some stress, hit me up, kay?"

I take the paper from her fingers. I look at it to find Seth's room number and her phone number. "Thanks," I smile. "But no." I rip the bottom half off, and give it to her. "Keep your number and give it so someone who actually gives a fuck."

I walk away, making sure to look like a boss with my signature smirk planted on my lips.  

I step in the elevator and press the third floor button. As I wait, I take my phone from my back pocket and text Chloe.

Me: I'm here... Can't wait to see you! ❤️

Chloe: Great 😒 And I'm not happy that you're here. Go away.