Becky's P-O-V

Alexa seems real pissed this time. I mean the corporate girl all of a sudden asks me if I wanted to go clubbing. Now.. Who can say no to clubbing?

And there we are after an hour of having weird fun and soft drinks, dancing st the middle of the floor. I saw Alexa who was literally jumping in fun, her blonde hairs flying as she giggled and shook her head like a crazy one, though none of us were into alcohol.

'Hey babe..Would you like to dance with me?' A tall blonde guy with his features chiseled like Chris Evans asked me. He seemed too jolly with his moves and I didn't want to ruin his mood either.

'Sure. I would love to.' I said with a smile. The guy picked my hand and kissed it.

'So, you sound Irish?' he said twirling me a bit.

'Yeah. I came here a couple of years ago.' I said. As the twirl stopped, he pulled me against him and took hold of my waist.

I flinched a little by the sudden closeness but it was fine anyway.

'Hmm.. I'm Dan btw.' he said, picking my hands up softly and placing them on his shoulders.

'I'm Rebecca.' I said.

The guy nodded

'I'm James.' he said.

Soon, our hips started moving in sync with the music. He was a nice dancer, I must say.

Suddenly, I felt our chests were almost brushing. I tried to move away but his grip of my waist was too tight.

But then, a roar of crowd captured our attention. A number of girls rushed towards the entrance for no apparent reason, that's what I thought until I saw Dean, Mr. Rollins and Mr. Reigns walking inside the club. My heart jumped a little as I saw Dean, walking to the club in a black leather jacket paired with his blue jeans. He wore a beanie too and that makes him look really hot!

I tried to look away as they came in. A strange nervousness churned across my body. I saw Alexa looking at them too. The three of my bosses took their seats in front of the bar and ordered some drinks. Few women were already lurking at them. Of course, what I know and why the three of them came here for. They come here almost every day, I guess to pick a girl and get what they want. Dean is no different.

As I was looking at them, I didn't realize that James, now, pushed his hand down to my ass now and squeezed lightly. I felt little scared and awkward. I gave him a confused look but he only smiled and stroke my ass now. I was damn annoyed and tried to push him now but then my eyes fell towards the bar.

I couldn't help but gasp at the sight as I found Dean looking straight at me, with a not-so-happy look.

Those blue orbs had a lot of complaints and displeasure in them. My heart started pounding as our eyes locked. He picked up his drink and took a sip, eyes, not leaving me for a split second.

James adjusted his hands over my ass again and this time, I felt Dean's eyes on James' hand stroking me and his expression changed to a wrathful one. He looked back at me with anger flashed on his face.

An unknown guilt and self-consciousness hit me and I pushed James away.

James was surprised and gave me a questioning look. I didn't bother to explain him and ran towards where the ladies washroom was.

I was breathing really fast as I reached the sink. I splashed some water over my face, not caring if that would ruin my makeup.

Dean's expressions and his vengeful eyes were still flashing in my head.

Why? Why did he look at me like that?.. and made me think of myself as a cheating whore!

Tears were forming in my eyes. But, then, realization struck me.

I'm not a whore and I'm not cheating on anyone. Dean is not my boyfriend and has no possession over me. He only wants my body.

The sad truth was enough to let a drop of tear escape my eyes. I wiped it quickly.

No Becks. You got to be strong. I brushed my hairs a little with my fingers and came out of the washroom and back to the dance floor. Luckily, James was gone.

I looked around for Alexa for sometime before bumping into someone familiar.

'Oh Becky! Are you all right?' Mr. Rollins asked.

'Ehmm..well..yes, I'm fine Mr. Rollins, thank you.' I said.

'But, are you searching someone? I mean, did you come here alone?' he asked.

'Well no. I was with Alexa, I mean Miss Bliss but I guess I've lost her.' I said with a sigh.

I saw Mr. Rollins close his eyes and shook his head at the mention of Alexa.

'Ehm.. Did you see her?' I asked. Mr. Rollins was about to open his mouth but I saw his eyes go over me a day soon I felt an arm around my shoulders. I turned a little to see Dean.

Ugh! Why does he has to be there?

'Hey! Sethie boy!' he called his friend. 'Where's the tattooed chick?' Dean asked Mr. Rollins, to which Mr. Rollins only shrugged his shoulders.

I looked around to see an Asian girl wrapped by the other arm of Dean. My heart stung and slowly slid away from his wrap.

Dean and Mr. Rollins talked some more when Dean decided to introduce the girl.

'Well, meet Masha.' he said. 'Masha this is my friend Seth, whose girl just ditched him.' he said. Oh man! Really! Poor one!

'What the..!' Mr. Rollins groaned as his introduction. I could not help but chuckle a little. Dean laughed too and the girl just giggled.

'.. And this is Becky. She's an employee of The Shield.' he introduced me in a way not different from Mr. Rollins or Mr. Reigns.

'Hello.' I had to say.

The girl said something in a language I couldn't register. I only smiled. Dean, Mr. Rollins and the girl got engaged in a conversation soon and I felt it would be wise if I excuse myself.

My phone beeped and it was a message from Alexa.

Alexa: Hey! I'm in the car waiting. I've a got a great news to share.

So, I finally knew where I was heading and walked.

Just then, my phone beeped again and it was a message from..

Dean: Don't worry, it's not her that I'm gonna bang tonight.

My felt the heat build up in my core as I read the obscure message. Why is he telling me this? He can choose anyone over everyone. I've got no right over it at all, even if it's me he picks up.

I decided not to reply and walk to Alex's car.

****

The car had a different environment while heading back. I was quite and resonating while Alexa was joyous and talky-talky all the way. Reason, she made Mr. Rollins get ditched by a girl. I guess it's the same tattooed one Dean was talking about.

'But, Alexa, Mr. Rollins must've felt bad right!' I said sympathetically. 'Must've broken his heart.' I added.

Alexa rolled her eyes as she drove.

'Listen Becks. Everyone knows that Rollins, Reigns or Ambrose had nothing to do with hearts. They would pick a girl and explore her body like any of their treasury. They would never care for any girl. You can say, I saved one from being their case.' she said.

They would never care for any girl.. Explore their body.. Nothing to do with hearts.. rang in ears for a long time.

'Becky, it's your place.' Alexa reminded me.

'Yeah, okay.' I managed to get out of my thoughts and open the car door to get outside.

'Okay, so any plans for weekend?' Alexa asked me.

'Plan to sleep.' I said making her chuckle.

'Okay, bye.' she said starting the car.

'Bye Alexa.' I waved as she drove the car off.

*****

I changed to my pjs after a warm shower and eating the last slice of pizza I spared last night. I set my bed to the blissful sleep of the weekend. Just as I was about to crawl into the bed, the doorbell rang.

I sighed and went to open the door. And it was Dean.

'Dean! What..' he shoved my arms and slid past me inside and sat on my bed.

'Close the door.' he ordered like it was still the office hour. He seemed a little miffed as well. Did that Asian ditch him too?

I nodded and locked the door knob and before I could turn back to him..

.. My neck was vigorously attacked by him with rough, wet kisses.

'Deeeean...!' I whimpered and was surprised by his suddenness. But, I'm loving it and cannot help it.

He grabbed my neck tight and gradually, moved in front of me to kiss my cheeks, chin, nose and finally a rough, hard and passionate kiss.

And as always, I couldn't resist his kiss. I kissed him back passionately full mouthed. He soon begged for entrance which I gladly gave him and shoved him tongue inside my mouth, exploring each and every corner of it.

He pushed me a little towards the edge of my bed and soon I was laid and he was on top of me.

He broke the kiss and looked at me into my eyes and suddenly gritted his teeth, his expression turned to anger.

What the..

'Dean, any probl?' I tried to touch his cheek but he shoved my hand away. I got up a little when he was breathing hard looking away.

'Hey! Any problem?' I asked him trying to seat up a little.

He turned his head a little and pushed me roughly to the pillow. What's wrong?

'How could you?' he said gritting his teeth.

'How could you do it?' he shouted. standing up from the bed fast.

'Who me?' I said somehow lifting my head up.

'Yes, you bitch.' he said leaning down to my face.

He called me a bitch! Although, our relationship was a mere fuck thing, he never addressed me that harshly before. That was enough to bring tears in my eyes.

'What have I done?' I asked in a broken voice.

'What have I done!' Dean taunted me. 'Aren't you the one who kept whoring around in the dance floor with guys all over your body?' he asked angrily.

A bitch! A whore! Wow! Tears were rolling down from my eyes now.

'Dean.. tha.. that was jus..just one guy I danced with.' I said sobbing not knowing the reason he needed an explanation.

'You mean the one guy that had his hands all over your body?' he said leaning closer to my face, anger rushing through his breath.

'N..No.' I was about to say but Dean jumped onto the bed again towering over me, which scared me like hell.

'Did you like it?' he asked, surprising me.

'What?' I said shaking my head out of confusion.

'Him, touching you?' he asked.

Now, he is taking it too personal. He might be my boss in the office but he has no right to I sat up cross cross legged and looked into his eyes.

'Dean that's none of your busin..' I was soon cut off by..

The kiss was rougher than ever as he forcefully shoved his tongue inside me, making me die to breathe. I tapped his arms, telling him to stop although I wanted him not to.

He bit my lips harder than ever almost tasting my blood. That was painful but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure it gave. I closed my eyes when I felt his mouth totally taking over mine. I moaned closing my eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes as his lips left mine.

'Don't you ever tell me what my business is.' he whispered leaning, as our foreheads touched and our noses brushed.

'Do you understand?' he asked cupping my face.

I nodded.

'Now, tell me did you like him touching you?' he said lifting my cheek with his thumb.

'No. I guess you saw me pushing him away.' I said whimpering. A smirk developed on Dean's lips.

'That's like a good girl.' he said licking his lips.

'Now, let me show you how a real man touches.' he said grabbing me by my back and getting me closer to him. I trembled at his touch.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt and soon he slid it off.

I moaned as his hands moved all over my body and then cupped my breasts.

'Do you like my touch Becky?' he asked pushing himself to my breasts.

'Yes Dean. Yes. I love it.' I said.

Dean smirked and next thing I knew was the unclasping of my bra. My shorts came soon after he ripped his own shirt and my panties were yanked off before I even knew.

Dean pushed laid me to the bed his lips left wet marks in every part of my body.

I moaned loud every time his lips made my toes curl by kissing my neck, breasts, my back, navel, thighs and pussy.

'Are you ready for it lass?' he asked then.

'I'm more ready than ever fella.' I said barely breathing. He smirked pecking my lips and..

After an hour

Damn, that was really good. Dean is really good when it comes to surprising me and I guess other women he sleeps with too. As usual, he was smoking his cigar minutely.

I looked at him. This smoking must reduce a lot of mental and physical tensions from him. I heard many people go for it after sex. Should I ask him if I can...

I lifted my hand and tried to touch the cigar but Dean moved away and gave me a confused look.

'Can I have it?' I asked. Dean was pehaps, shocked and looked at me blank for a while. Finally, he took the thing out from his lips and smiled.

'Nay. That's something personal.' he said and crawled out of the bed to get his clothes.

I scoffed sarcastically.

Yeah, how dare I ask for something that was his! He gave me the job and that was more than enough. And how can I forget, one would never share his cute movie sex moments with someone who's just a fuck for him.

'Becky, close the door. I'm leaving.' Dean said getting all dressed up.

'Yeah.' I said nonchalantly.

******

Hello readers!
Here you go, a chapter from Becky's P-O-V

I hope it's not too stereotyped!

Anyway, did you like it?

What do you think is going on between Dean and Becky?