EC3 One Shots & Drabbles

Guys My Age

SUMMARY: You go out to a club to try and get over your ex, Tyler Bate. You run into EC3 on the dance floor and realize that sometimes all it takes is an older man. SMUT IMPLIED.

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I took a deep breath as I smoothed my hands down the front of my dress and looked at myself one last time in the mirror. I had on a long sleeve knee length dress with a V-neck and cut-outs on the sides and stomach. It hugged every curve of my body and made my cleavage look amazing without being too risqué. I needed something that was going to impress tonight.

Tonight was the first time I was going out since my break up with Tyler. It was also going to be the first time I've seen him since the breakup.

I had considered just not showing up. Maybe I could text the girls and tell them I wasn't feeling well. But all of the NXT roster was going to be there and I knew that not going wasn't really an option. Especially because I was fairly new to the roster and I wanted to make a good impression anyway that I could.

To say the break up with Tyler was easy would be a lie. There was yelling, screaming, pillows being thrown across the room as we shouted hurtful insults at each other. It ended with Tyler storming out of my apartment slamming the door behind him as I stood shaking in my living room as tears ran down my cheeks.

I couldn't blame Tyler for our break up though. At the end of the day, I was the one that decided to call things off between us. I was the one that wasn't happy with our relationship and I was the one that needed more.

There were a lot of hurdles that I had to overcome when it came to Tyler. He was constantly on the road wrestling and living his dreams. When he was home it was usually only for a couple days and he was home long enough to eat, sleep, and get his dick satisfied. Then he was out the door to go meet up with Trent or go to the gym. Those things I could live with. After all, it came with the territory of dating someone who's a professional wrestler.

What I couldn't deal with were the half-naked gym selfies he posted on Instagram for the world to see.

What I couldn't deal with was the constant "innocent flirting" as he called it, with Liv Morgan on Twitter.

What I couldn't deal with was him being too busy on the road to take five minutes to call me.

What I couldn't deal with was him not wanting to put a label on what we were despite the fact that we had been in what I considered to be a relationship for almost a year. But every time he was asked by a friend or coworker I was simply "a friend."

The final straw for me was the lap dance he gave to a fan at an Indy show. I didn't know about it until after the fact and what hurt the most was that I had to hear it from a friend on Twitter. And when I asked him about it he shrugged and told me it was harmless. He was just putting on a show and being a sports entertainment. To him, it was just another day on the job.

At the end of the day, I ended it because he didn't want to grow up. He wanted to be a single twenty one year old bachelor who also had a girl waiting at home for him to do his laundry and take care of him.

**2 Hours Later**

I had made my way around the room making small talk with different members of the NXT roster and now I was on the dance floor swaying my hips with the beat of the music and trying to have some fun when I felt a warm hand on the small of the back.

"Mind if I join you?"

I turned around to see none other than Ethan Carter III standing in front of me looking like a damn snack in a pair of dark gray dress pants and a black button up with the top few buttons undone revealing just enough of his toned chest underneath.