SOS (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

Chapter 6

        A month has passed and the movie is going great so far. The actors have a week off starting today on Saturday, so Nathan is out getting stuff needed for our week in and I'm excited.
         I'm currently talking to Asuka on Skype. While I was gone, she got moved up to being part of the Raw roster and will be debuting soon.
"What?! He did what to you?!"
"Yep. It came back."
"What the hell! I swear if I was there..."
"I know. I know."
"Kayla, you have got to break it off with him, now!"
"I can't. Besides, I feel like this can still work."
"It better. So, I heard Ambrose is part of the cast."
"Yeah, we're actually friends."
          Asuka screams and it's not a scary one.
"This will be amazing."
"You and Ember oh my god."
"I got to go, I have to work out now."
"Alright see ya."
"Bye."
                      Nathan's POV
"Fuck yes!"
         Yes! I'm cheating on Kayla. I can't take her not avoiding Jon. The dude is a threat to me. Just look at him. A little more built, taller than me, I'm 5'10 while he's 6'4, and he has a job kicking ass, and you can't forget he's in a movie with my girl.
         I can't help, but be pissed and wonder. What if they hook up and say they're just friends? What if he fucks her to make her feel better?
"Ahhhhhh!"
"What's wrong baby?"
         Not realizing I screamed out loud until I feel her stop, I say, "Oh it's nothing you can't make better."
          She continues. Ahh. I'm screwing a prostitute, she's hot. Just like Kayla, but she does what I say.
                       Kayla's POV
          4 hours have passed and Nathan hasn't arrived back yet, so I ring him up.
       It rings, but goes to voicemail, "Hey, sorry, leave a message and I'll get back to you."
        I answer, "Babe, where are you? I'm waiting, call me back."
         I text him the samething and start to worry.
       Then I call up Jon.
"Hello."
"Hey, Jon. What are you up to?"
"Skyping Renee, my wife. I'll talk to you later."
"Ok. Bye."
         I hang up and head to the fridge to find some margaritas and start drinking up 3 whole shots and a whole bottle of vodka.
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        My phone rings and I'm drunk, but I answer, thinking I'm still somewhat sober.
"Hello."
"Kayla?"
"Jon! Oh my god. I'm happy to hear your voice."
"And I'm happy to hear your voice too," he says, slowly.
"Come to my room, so we can hang out."
"Uh Kayla. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine."
"Where's Nathan?"
"He's not back yet."
"Umm. Ok. I'm on my way."
       He hangs up and I dress in a lacy all red lingerie.
        There's a knock and I slip on a robe and get the door.
        Jon is there and I jump and hug him, "Jonny!"
"H-hey."
        He hugs back, "Hey. What do you want to- you can stop hugging me now."
"Oh yeah, sorry babe."
       I get down.
"Babe?"
"Yeah wassup."
"No. You called me babe."
"I did?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Just oh?"
"Yeah. You want me to call you that or daddy?" I ask, seductively.
"No, neither. What? Are you drunk?"
"You don't think I'm pretty?"
"What is wrong with you?!"
       I get closer to Jon and jump back on him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, "Just take me Jon."
"What? Kayla, I'm not fucking you."
"Please. I'll start things up."
        I jump down, drag him to the bedroom, pick up hand cuffs, lay him down, and hand cuff one of his hands to one of the tiles on the head board. I take off my robe and I kiss him.
"Kayla," he mumbles, "Kayla! Stop."
        I pull away, "Daddy kiss me."
         I kiss him again, but he pulls me away and off the bed with his free hand. He finds the key and frees himself while I sit on the floor, crying.
       Jon stands up, "Kayla, I'm sorry but you know this is wrong."
"Am I not enough for you? I dress like this for you and you deny me?"
         I get up and tackle him down with my lips on his again.
         He pulls me off again and leaves, "I'll see you. Tomorrow."
          He leaves me there, alone. I find a beer bottle and chug it down my throat before passing out.