Backstage was generally an ‘off-limits’ place for the two of them. Mixing relationships with his career was never a big turn on for Dean who prefered to stay out of social media and gossip. –– Yet, nothing was going to stop him when he saw the long brown hair, curled and flowing like a shiney vale around her beautiful face. Nikki had a strange place in his pattern of addiction, she was the taste of the month, and he was developing a painful itch.“Hey, ain’t you gonna congratulate me?” Without even waiting for a response, Dean wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her perfect frame against him tight.
Last week, when he won the title Nikki wanted to congratulate him, but that damn cold that she got going on turned her plans upside down. Um, hello, she wasn’t about to show up before him with a runny nose and sore throat. But tonight, she was finally cleared to compete, the cold was gone and the only thing she had in plans was to find Dean. Although, she didn’t have to go far, he found her first. “Congrats, Champ”, biting her bottom lip, she let her fingers trace lines on the plate of the belt, that was resting on Ambrose’s shoulder. “Sorry I’m a little bit late, but you will forgive me, right? I can go and slap Maryse for you, because nobody can hit you and get away with it if I’m around.”
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