"Where were you?" Roman asked.
She looked at him with tired eyes. He was standing in the middle of their hotel room with his arms crossed and a not too pleased look on his face. She wanted nothing more than to tell him what had happened this evening, but she had sworn not to.
"Where were you, Jacey?" He repeated the question.
"I was out with the girls," she answered.
"You're lying," he said. "I went out with Seth, and we ran into the girls. You weren't there."
She tried coming up with another lie, but her mind was still foggy about everything that had happened. She had never lied to him before, and she didn't like being put in this position.
"Who is he?" He asked.
"Huh?" She didn't understand the question.
"Who are you cheating on me with?" He asked.
"I'm not cheating on you," she said.
"Bullshit!" He sneered. "One of the girls was so kind to tell me that you weren't out with them because you're fucking someone else, and I wanna know who the fuck it is!"
"Oh, let me guess. Dana told you, right?" She snapped back.
She could see she had hit a homerun with that guess.
"You're so fucking stupid, Roman!" She continued. "Of course Dana lied. She's been trying to get with you since forever. You know this."
"Stop lying to me!" He yelled.
"I'm not lying!" She yelled back.
It didn't matter that she had sworn not to tell anyone. She hadn't been cheating on him, and she didn't want him to think that little about her.
"I was with Renee," she calmed her voice. "She was pregnant and lost her baby."
"Renee's not pregnant," he let out a mocking laugh. "Dean would have told me."
"It was too early to tell anyone. I found her in a bathroom at the arena, and I got her to the hospital," she said.
He thought about it for a few seconds, trying to figure out if it was another lie.
"No, Dean would have told me," he said. "Stop lying to me!"
"I'm not lying, Roman," she said.
"Get out!" He growled.
"What?" She asked.
"Get the fuck out! I don't wanna see you until you're ready to tell me the truth!" He kicked her suitcase towards her. "Get the fuck out of my sight, Jacey!"
She knew there was no arguing with him when he saw red like that. He would need to calm down first. She grabbed her suitcase and left the room. She felt bad about breaking Renee's trust, especially since Roman still hadn't believed her. Nothing she could do about that now. She moved to the elevator, and when the door opened, she found Randy inside.
"Hi Jacey, are you going home early?" He looked at her suitcase.
"I don't know where I'm going," she sighed. "Roman kicked me out."
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Does it matter?" She asked.
"Where are you gonna go?" He asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"If you're not too scared to share a bed with me, you can room with me tonight," he offered.
"Thanks," she said.
She finally stepped into the elevator, and rode with him a floor further up. She pushed her suitcase up next to his, and sat down on the bed.
"If he finds out I'm here, he's gonna kick your ass. He already thinks I'm cheating on him, and he wants to know with who. You're gonna be that person to him," she said.
"Why would he think that?" He asked.
"Dana," she sighed.
"That girl's been drooling over him since day one," he chuckled.
"To be fair, I did lie. I promised someone not to tell anyone, not even Roman, what happened today. I did tell him though. I had to since he accused me of cheating. He still doesn't believe me though," she said.
He opened his suitcase, pulled out a Mars bar and handed it to her. She laughed at the childish gesture. She would have suspected he would be the type of guy to offer a beer or revenge sex, but not a candy bar.
"Thanks," she said. "You're not gonna ask me what I did?"
"No. Like you said, you promised not to tell anyone, and I'm pretty sure that includes me too," he said.
"You're not as bad as your reputation says," she said.
"I try," he winked. "Sometimes."
She unwrapped the candy bar, and he moved up behind her on the bed and started massaging her shoulders.
"He'll come around. We can all see how much he loves you," he said.
"I'm not sure that's enough anymore," she sighed. "His temper has always been a problem. He blows up over the smallest things. I'm so tired of always having to carefully choose my words, or run and hide until it blows over."
He stopped massaging her, and instead tapped his fingers lightly on her shoulders.
"He doesn't hit you, does he?" He asked.
"No, he's not violent. He just has the notorious Samoan temper," she answered.
"We all hate that," he chuckled. "But good. Because if he did hit you, I would have a big problem with it."
"I think this is a big enough problem already," she said.
She finished the candy bar and sighed.
"I'm just so tired, Randy. All the time," she said.
"Do you wanna leave him?" He asked.
"I don't know. I've thought about it a lot, and it does seem more and more appealing," she answered.
"Well, you don't have to make a decision tonight," he hugged her from behind. "Let's get some sleep, and see what the morning brings."