Princess (Dean Ambrose)

Chapter 10

Today was a day off for me, so I did what I did best and slept in, only to be awoken from my slumber by some persistent knocking.

Grunting, I rolled out of bed, wearing only a large "The Game" shirt and trudged to the door, my eyes widening when I finally saw who was behind my custom alarm clock.

"Dean?" I asked, very surprised, "What are you doing here?"
"Duh. I came to visit you," he said matter of factly.
"What's the real reason? Did you come to beg for my forgiveness?" 
"Something like that." He responded with a coy look on his face, letting himself into my room.

"Oh sure Dean, you can come in," I playfully remarked.

"You know, I just love this room," he said, ignoring my previous statement.

I looked at him in confusion, "I'm pretty sure all the wrestlers get the same rooms."

"Yeah," he stated, "but your room smells like you."

I scrunched my nose in fake disgust, "Don't be weird."

"I just can't help it," he said, throwing himself on the bed that I slept in just minutes before he interrupted me, rolling around as if it were his own bed, "smells like vanilla and flowers but also kind of like cinnamon."

"You're crazy."

Our playful interaction was soon interrupted by more knocking.

"It's open!" I yelled, remembering how I had purposely left the latch on the door so it didn't close fully.

"Hey Ella- what is he doing here?" Dolph asked angrily, referring to Dean.
"He was just leaving."  
"I just got here," Dean said mocking my tone.
"Without invitation." I fired back.

"We still had fun," he grinned sheepishly.

"Bye Dean," I laughed, pushing him toward the door.
"Fine," Dean groaned, "But I'll be back."
He left the room after that.
"What was that all about?" Dolph asked as he laughed.
"I don't know," I responded, "He's just been all up in my grill lately." Not that I had that big of a problem with it. 
"Well if he gives you any trouble, let me know," Dolph said as he tried to make a tough face.
"What are you doing?" 
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay tough guy," I smiled, as we approached my couch and turned on the television.
For about an hour, we just talked about life and everything that's been going on.
"I'm glad we finally got to catch up!" I exclaimed as I leaned back in his arms.
"Same." He replied, only for us to be interrupted by even more knocks.
"Come in!" We yelled simultaneously which made me laugh.
"Hi friends," a bubbly Aj announced, as she entered my hotel room.
"April!"
We ended up having a movie marathon which was a lot of fun.
"I had so much fun tonight guys," I told them as we concluded our last film of the night.
"Well, I didn't! You forced me to watch your childish superhero movies!" Dolph groaned, getting up from the couch.
AJ and I exchanged glances and laughed at him.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy them," I told him, causing him to shrug his shoulders, as we all made it to the door.
"Well, goodnight guys. Thanks for coming over,"
"Night El." AJ said as we hugged.
"Night Ella," Dolph said pulling me in for a hug and planting a kiss on my forehead as we pulled apart.
"Goodnight Dolph." I told him, causing his smile to grow, while AJ grinned from ear to ear.
I gave her the finger as Dolph and I broke the hug.
She put her hands up in defense.
They left my room and I got into the bed.
I let sleep overcome me, until, for the millionth time, I was woken up by knocks. I immediately recognized the overly aggressive knocks because I only know one person who insists on forcefully pounding on the thin wooden door in that way.
"Leave. I'm asleep!" I yelled.
I heard chuckling outside of the door that belonged to the guy I predicted was at the door.
I got up and opened the door, with a scowl on my face, immediately slamming it once we made eye contact.
He knocked again, so I opened it, this time with a smile on my face.
"Payback's a bitch huh?" I asked a comfortable looking pajama-clad Dean Ambrose.
He shook his head and laughed.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I told you I'd be back, and I'm a man of my word." 
"Alright," I laughed, "but why so late?"
"I had to wait until your friends were gone." He chuckled.
I fake laughed and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his foot.
"What do you want Ambrose?" 
"I want-" he said, but I cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it. Why don't you go and bug Summer?"
"Jealousy is not an admirable trait, Ella," he paused before saying my name, smirking when it left his lips. 
"Being jealous of someone and disliking someone are two very different things," 
"Well said, my friend."
"We're not friends," I spat, somewhat jokingly.
"That hurt." He jokingly put a hand over his heart.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Do you want to leave?" 
"No, I want to stay here with you." 
"Ew. Bye." I gagged. I couldn't help but laugh at how childish that sounded.
"Don't say anything, Dean," I told him before he could respond.
"First names huh? I think you're warming up to me." He fired back.
"I don't know about all that," I said, scrunching my eyebrows.
"No I can tell, you're really starting to like me!" He said, dragging out the "really."
"All jokes aside," I responded putting emphasis on the 'jokes,' "why are you here?" 
"I want to ask you out on a date. A proper one." 
I laughed at him, but he kept a straight face.
"Are you serious?" I asked him.
"As a heart attack" 
"What about Summer?" I questioned.
"She's not half the woman you are." 
"At least there's one thing we can agree on," I told him.
"So will you?" 
"No." I laughed.
"Are you turning me down?" He asked in a shocked tone.

"If that's how you want to put it," I trailed off, which actually caused him to smile, "Is there a problem with that?" 
"No. Not a problem at all. Whenever you push me away, it makes me want you even more." He stated, bending down so we were at eye level.
"Ok." I told him, not sure what else to say.
"We're going on that date sooner or later Ella." 
"I wouldn't bet on it," I rolled my eyes.
"They don't call me the titty master for nothing," he winked, "Goodnight princess."
"Goodnight Dean. Don't think about me too much." I said as I smirked.
"I'll try but it won't help." He hummed as I closed the door and walked away.
Was I just flirting with Dean Ambrose?