Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, unless the names are unrecognizable. I also don't own the song that this fic is based around; "My Little Secret" by one of my favorite groups Xscape. I do however; own the idea and the writing, so there you go. Each chapter will contain a piece from the song. Review and leave your feedback. PM me if you want. I am always looking for more fans to talk to.

On with the story…

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"See baby you're my little secret

If you don't tell than I won't tell

And that's how we gotta keep it

See baby you're my little secret

If you don't tell than I won't tell

And that's how we gotta keep it"

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He walked briskly heading to his destination in full determination. At this point nothing and no one could come between him and his destination. He had just finished another grueling match with the Rock. He practically ran to his locker room once he had reached the gorilla position after his match had ended. Showering was his first stop. He wanted to smell good and look good for her.

A happy smile broke out across his stubby bearded face as his thoughts drifted off to the woman on his mind at that moment. She was gorgeous. She was smart. She was funny. She was kind. She was caring. She was sarcastic… in a sexy way of course. Most importantly… she was all his. No one else could have her… well except for…

"Paul!"

The blonde man turned quickly as he heard his name being called from behind him. He stopped walking and forced a smile as the other man jogged to catch up with him.

"Hey, Dwayne, what's up man?" Paul asked politely to Dwayne Johnson, better known to WWE fans as the Rock. Although he was in no mood to be polite to anyone… except for her, that is.

"Oh nothing much. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me put on another good match out there for the fans," Dwayne replied, happily.

"No problem man. You know me… anything for the fans and this company."

"Yeah, I agree. So where are you headed?"

Paul was at a loss for words. He was not expecting to have to answer any questions like this, so he was currently stumped. There was no way in hell he could tell Dwayne the truth about where he was going. In reality, he couldn't tell anyone about his destination.

"Paul!"

The blonde man jumped a bit, startled by his name being called so loudly and so violently. He looked back up at Dwayne and gave a reassuring smile.

"I'm sorry, D. You know how I can get," Paul recovered quickly, "What did you ask me?"

"Uh, where are you headed?"

"Oh, I was just going to head back to the motel and try to get some shut eye," Paul lied smoothly, "After the match we just had, I'm pretty beat. Literally."

The two men laughed at Paul's use of pun.

"I'm sorry if I were too stiff out there with you man. I was trying to take it easy, but you know how it is when you get so caught up in the moment and all."

"Yeah, I know. You're cool, D. You weren't too stiff. I guess I'm just getting a little old is all," Paul said with a chuckle, which Dwayne returned.

"Yeah, I do see some grey up top, so…" Dwayne said before bursting into laughter at the look that he received from Paul.

"Yeah, yeah, real funny," Paul said sarcastically.

"So, uh, where is Joanie?"

"Oh, uh, I have no idea. She might have gone back to the motel after her match earlier. I have yet to see her today."

"Oh yeah I know how that is. Wanting to just relax and get away from everyone."

Paul nodded his agreement, thinking exactly what Dwayne had said. He just wanted to get the hell away from Dwayne and everyone else and get to his lady love. He just wanted to relax alone with her, but Dwayne seemed hell bent on holding him back. As if reading his mind, Dwayne spoke up.

"Well Paul I won't keep you any longer. I need to head home and spend some time with my wife and daughter, so I'll let you go. Good match out there again. I'll see you on Monday for Raw."

"You got it. Say hello to the wife and baby for me, D."

"You got it," Dwayne said, retorting Paul's statement back to him as they parted ways.

Paul smiled to himself yet again. Now he could get to her with no distractions. Mostly everyone else had left after their own matches and promos ended. So he just had to get to her and he would be fine. He was so lost in his thought that he walked right into someone and sent them flying to the floor. He immediately came back to reality and looked down to help the person back up. As he looked down and noticed who it was, his face turned to that of concern. He put his hand out to the person and waited for them to grab his hand, before he pulled them to their feet.

"I'm so sorry… are you okay?" Paul asked dusting the woman off in concern and regret.

"I'm fine, Paul."

He grabbed her hand and looked around cautiously before pulling her into the closest room to them, which happened to be a restroom.

Before the door had even closed all the way, he had her pinned up against it as he ravished her mouth with his own. He expertly slipped his tongue into her mouth and dueled with her tongue using his own. The kiss became more intense and passionate by the second, neither of them coming up for air. Until it became necessary for them to breath and they both broke the kiss.

"I'm so sorry for knocking you down out there," Paul said again.

"You sure know how to apologize don't you," the woman said cheekily as she looked up at the burly man standing in front of her.

"Well maybe if someone wasn't preoccupying my mind every second of everyday, then I would have saw you coming and I would not have knocked you down in the first place," Paul said, impishly.

"And might I ask… who had you so lost in thought," the woman challenged with a knowing smirk.

"Stephanie you know very well who it was," Paul said accusingly with a smirk of his own in place.

"Are you insinuating that I have your brain all fogged up?" the brunette asked indignantly with a innocent smile.

"I'm not insinuating anything---I'm saying that you have my brain all fogged up."

"All good thoughts I hope," Stephanie asked rhetorically.

"Thoughts?" Paul asked with a raise of his eyebrow, "More like fantasies, and yes very good fantasies indeed."

"I'm flattered."

"You should be Mrs. McMahon-Levesque."

He always made it a point to call her that when they were together outside of the WWE. Even though what they were doing was just a little fun fling, she couldn't help but feel butterflies whenever he jokingly insinuated that she was his wife outside of the company.

"Is that a blush, I see, young lady?"

"No."

"Yeah right."

"Its not, but anyway… what took you so long?"

"Dwayne wanted to make small talk, and I couldn't be rude. Then he wanted to know where I was going." Stephanie's head flew up at this piece of information.

"What did you tell him?" she asked frantically.

"That I was going back to the motel," Paul said simply, "So basically I lied."

"No not really. You're definitely going back to the motel. Just not the same motel as him and you're definitely not going back to the motel alone."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Then what motel am I going to and who am I going with?"

"Me of course. I have a room setup for us at the motel 6. A honeymoon suite for us to enjoy… all night long."

"Mmhmm. I love the sound of that."

"I'm sure you do."

"Let's get going then; what the hell are we waiting for?"

Stephanie giggled as Paul pulled her out of the restroom and ran quickly, yet cautiously to the parking lot in search of her awaiting limo. This was going to be a damn good night for them.

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