MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Tricked again

"Act like I'm not interested, be sexy, play coy". I repeated those words over and over in my head on my walk over to Roman and Deans place. I had thought about what Lisa suggested all night and by the morning I decided to give it a shot. I finally realised I wasn't just lusting over him, I wanted to get to know him more than anything. I wanted to be dating him. Call me sad and pathetic, I don't care. I had never met a man like Dean in my whole life. He had a charisma about him and was so gorgeous yet he knew it. I didn't like big headed men but Dean was an exception. I had to somehow get his attention and have him become interested in me. I had noticed Roman dressed a little rock and roll just like myself when he came round just last night. He had come for Kelly but she was hanging in mine, sucking up to apologise for the night before. I knew Dean dressed kind of the same way but with a sexy curve to his dress sense. I was dressed my usual self but I made effort to add that little bit of sexy rock chick vibe to my look. I hoped it wasn't too much. If Dean questioned me I would just make up the excuse I was off out after finishing up. I wasn't going to become a useless lust stricken fool in front of him. I was finally outside the door. Giving a light knock I made sure my sunglasses were in place so he wouldn't catch me staring if I had any moment of weakness. Within seconds the door opened Revealing Dean, in his jeans hanging low showing his boxers with no top on. He smirked at me watching for a reaction. I clamped my mouth shut then seeing this was deliberate. He enjoyed playing with me. He was probably doing it to make me look stupid for his own amusement. "You look nice today" Dean smirked. I made sure I looked at his face the whole time. Stepping in past him I acted disinterested. He closed the door, pacing around me as I took my bag off my shoulder. "Are you not talking to me now?" He taunted further. My eyes just caught his abs which I quickly tore my eyes away from. "I am. I'm just wanting to get finished here quickly so I can meet someone later" I lied. I started to the office, heading inside. When I went to close the door I saw Dean was following me with a shit eating smirk on his face.

"It's rude to wear sunglasses inside" Dean smoothly told me, reaching forward and snatching them from my face before I could move away. Damn it! How would I hide any accidental staring at his body now? Trying my best to act cool and collected I snatched them back and placed them in my bag. I glanced at his face briefly then turned to head for the desk. When I got there I found no files on the desk. I looked around the desk confused when I heard Dean laugh lightly at my confusion. "Where are the files?" I asked him, bringing my eyes back up to his as he leaned on the door frame with his biceps flexed. Dean shrugged, watching me as he moved away from the door frame and came across to the desk. I didn't remove my eyes from him, suddenly realising he lied to me about me having files to also do today. I was probably supposed to go to the office. I was probably in big trouble for not showing up. "I think I may have mixed up what Ro said. Did he say you should come round today...or have the day off?" Dean taunted as he spoke to himself out loud. I scowled at him but soon hid that expression when his eyes came back to me. "Whats with the get up? Who you trying to impress?" I looked away from him, picking up my bag from the desk and putting it back on my shoulder. "I told you. I am meeting someone later. A date actually" I told him with my lie. An idea Lisa came up with to try and make me look unavailable. Dean raised an eyebrow at me, his eyes trailing down my body making me feel more than anxious. He seemed to make me nervous and anxious easily. "Is this date serious?" He asked me. Why should he care? I shrugged showing disinterest without being too much. "I haven't thought about it. It depends I guess. If he's a player then no. If he's serious about not fucking around then maybe". I used the words I had already thought up before leaving to come here. If I had things right I knew Dean wasn't interested due to maybe a past relationship or more that ended with him being messed around. He was gorgeous. I could see many women sleeping with him just for the notch on their belt. Just to say they had done him.

Dean watched me further, he seemed to be deep in thought as he took in my facial expression that I held strongly. "You just got to America and you're looking for a serious relationship?" He asked with slight disbelief in his voice. I frowned at his question "I'm not going just to get laid. Not every women is a player ya know" I defended. Acting more offended than I was. In actual fact I wasn't offended at all. I just wanted to come across that way for my act. I couldn't tell if it was working. I felt maybe it was too soon to know. How long I would have to keep this act up for before one of us gave in...I wasn't sure. It would end one of two ways. I give up because I know it would never happen or he would give in and ask me out and then we would start dating. I had never gone to this much effort before. Never in my whole dating life. "Maybe so but what if this guy is a psycho. You don't know anyone here yet. You'd be the perfect victim for...Moxley" I swallowed hard at his words as he watched for my reaction. I felt a little cringe at the thought of what he said. I wasn't even really going on a date but a slight pang of fear filled me at that. I nervously laughed, looking away as I tried to think fast. "I am brunette. Moxley only seems to kill blondes. Or did you not watch the news recently" I told him, giving a tone that showed his words didn't bother me but somewhere inside they did. "What if his motive meant eventually he could kill lets say...a brunette". I watched him with a glare. Not meaning to show him this expression but it happened. He knew I didn't like what he was saying. "I don't think the Moxley killer would go for someone like me. All the women who have been killed were stunning. I'm just average" I told him actually becoming defensive. Just the talk of me being a possible victim had me uncomfortable to be around a possible Moxley right now. Dean smirked then burst out laughing. I watched him a little taken back at how he went from serious to this in seconds. "I'm just fucking with you. What ever! Have a nice date. I'm sure the guy has innocent intentions".