(Okay. I read this amazing story on Wattpad called Secrets and I got a lot of ideas. Don't worry I will still be updating Just for Our Girls, but I want to try something different. This will be a multi-couple story and will have some past and present Superstars and Divas. And maybe even some celebrities… Enjoy.)


(Third Person P.O.V)

He looked into the hazel orbs of the woman he was madly in love with and had been his wife for the past six years. He saw pain and sorrow as tears flowed down her plump cheeks. But past that he saw the love and passion he had fallen for all those years ago. She turned her back to him and continued to stuff her belongings into the bag she was kneeling in front of.

"How could you do this to me?" she asked as she stood up and stepped closer, tears still flowing like rivers. "I'M YOUR WIFE! AND THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! WHAT ABOUT CHAZ? DID YOU THINK ABOUT HIM WHEN YOU WERE SCREWING NICKI BELLA OF ALL PEOPLE? WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING YOUR SON? HUH?" She had had enough. She grabbed the overstuffed bag and brushed past her husband.

"Layla, baby, and think about what you're doing. I love you. Are you really going to just walk out on us like that?" He asked as he followed her down the steps and to the front door. Tears were now pouring out of his ocean blue eyes. It hurt her to see him cry. But after all the lonely nights she spent crying in their bed waiting for him to come home he deserved to feel her pain. She reached the door and stopped. She turned to face him one last time. She felt like Beyoncé walking out on Jamie Foxx in Dreamgirls.

"Goodbye." And with that she walked out of his life forever.


John awoke with a start. That was on helluva nightmare. He turned towards the digital alarm clock that was resting on the nightstand closest to him; 3:09 am. He wiped his dripping forehead and laid back down, careful not to disturb his sleeping wife. Little did he know she was already awake. She sat up slowly and turned towards her husband. "Are you alright?"

"Yea, I'm fine, go back to sleep." He turned back towards the nightstand and closed his eyes. He didn't want to talk about the nightmare he had just experienced. She decided to let the subject go and made a mental note to ask him about it later. But for now she sunk back onto her pillow and wrapped her arms around herself. She found herself doing this most nights in the large bed. She knew he loved her, and she loved him right back. But lately things had been really distant between the two. Every time she would bring up counseling he would shrug it off and walk away. At one point she even suspected him of cheating, but John had never lied to her or given her a reason not to trust him. She looked at his broad shoulders and muscular arms. She knew he wasn't sleeping. She scooted closer and raked her perfectly manicured nails up and down his bicep, stopping at his neck and planting a kiss.

"Babe what are you doing?" He flipped onto his back allowing her head to fall on his chest.

"I was just thinking." She lied as she threw her leg over his, straddling him.

"Well talk to me. I'm listening." He whispered into her ear while slightly nibbling on it. She let out a soft moan as he moved down and sucked on her neck. She kissed his forehead and worked her way down placing wet kisses all over his face and neck. He stopped sucking and claimed her lips for a passionate and steamy kiss, only parting to remove her T-shirt and bra. He flipped them over, so he was on top. They made sweet, passionate love and all Layla's worries faded away.

Hours later they laid beside each other cuddling. She didn't feel lonely anymore with his muscular arms wrapped around her curvy frame. He spoke up first. "You know I love you right?" Of course she knew, she just wished he would tell her a lot more often. She decided to voice her opinion this time instead of just thinking it.

"I know. I just wish you would tell me more often." He was taken aback by her response, but he wasn't stupid. He knew things hadn't been the best lately, but neither of them really knew what the problem was. John thought it was just stress from him working so much and still trying to make time for his son.

"Do you really want to know what my dream was about?" He propped himself up on one elbow and she turned around to face him.

"Yea sure." Good she didn't have to ask about it later.

"I dreamt that you were leaving me." He said, conveniently leaving out the Nicki Bella part. But she saw right through him, like she always did.

"What'd you do, cheat?" Damn she was good.

"Yea, but that's not the point." He quickly tried to take control of the conversation.

"With who? And don't lie. That just gonna piss me off." She wanted all the details. He decided to just tell the truth, he was too worn out from their previous rendezvous to argue.

"Nicki Bella." Her whole face fell. Nicki was the woman John left for Layla. Nicki and Layla had never been friends, even before Layla and John's marriage. Nicki had begged and pleaded with John to marry her, but he wouldn't. So when Nicki got word after their breakup that he had asked Layla to marry him, she went off the deep end. She tried to sabotage their marriage, on and off screen. Even going so far as to accuse Layla of sleeping around on John. But nobody had seen or heard from Nicki in years. Not even her twin sister Brie. Not after the incident:

One day a few years ago Layla and John were returning to the WWE from their honeymoon. They had a great time that night hanging out with all of the Superstars and Divas. They went out to a bar that night. Surprisingly Nicki bought everyone's first round of drinks. After Layla drank hers she got really sick. She refused to go to the hospital, but since they were in Tampa that night John decided to take her home. After he made sure she was safe he went back to the bar. Nicki was nowhere to be found. Nobody knew where she went, but said she left alone not long after Layla and John did. Come to find out Nicki had copied the key to John and Layla's house and snuck in. Nobody really knows exactly what happened in the house that night. John and Randy found the two unconscious with severe wounds. Both women were rushed to the hospital; Nicki for multiple stab wounds, and Layla for blood poisoning that doctors told her would prevent her from ever having children. That's why Layla always called their son Chaz a miracle child.

"Let me just tell you now that if I ever catch you with that slut you won't have to worry about me leaving you because I'm going to jail for double homicide. I didn't finish the job last time." She was dead serious. No pun intended.

"Seriously, not the point. The point is that I love you. And I know things have been rough lately, but we'll get through it. We always have." He smiled showing his boyishly charming dimples that always made her heart melt.

"I love you too John." He captured her lips once again, his tongue sweeping against her bottom lip, begging for entrance and she let him. Just as she did they heard a faint cry.

"Mommy?" Well so much for that.

"He's up already?" John asked. Chaz was always up early. He was only two, but was always up before 10 am to catch Sesame Street. It was only 6 am. The little boy opened the door to his parents' bedroom and popped his head inside.

"Mommy?"

"Good morning honey. What are you doing up so early?" He took this as his cue to enter the room completely and climb into bed next to his mother.

"I had a bad dream, and I couldn't go back to sleep." The boy was an exact copy of his father; dimples and all. But he was a momma's boy at heart.

"So did your dad. Isn't that ironic?" She turned towards John and he just shrugged.

"Can I sleep in here?" He asked turning towards his father for approval.

"Yea. As long as you don't pee in the bed." John shot his son a warning glare.

"I no pee in da bed! I a big boy!" For only being two he was very smart and already had a vast vocabulary, pronouncing the words and putting them in the right places was the issue.

"We'll see."


(Third Person P.O.V)

Randy put his rental into park and sighed. He had never been so nervous in his entire life. He was parked in front of a Starbucks about to have coffee with a woman almost every man dreamed about. He stepped out of the car and smoothed out his black jeans. It was chilly for mid-September, and he was decked out in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a long sleeve T-shirt. He reached the coffee shop door and took another deep breath. He walked in and there she was. Sitting towards the back of the room in a red V-neck shirt, black skinny jeans, and a leather jacket that looked almost exactly like his, she looked normal. Not like the award winning singer/song writer she was. He walked up to the table, but she didn't notice him.

"Beyoncé?" Hearing her name she turned towards the man she had met in a bar after another one of her infamous arguments with her soon-to-be ex-husband Sean Carter, a.k.a Jay-Z. They talked for a while and exchanged numbers. That's how they ended up here, him smiling down at her and her gawking at his muscular upper body through his tight t-shirt.

"Hey! It's so good to see you again." She said standing up and hugging him, inhaling his scent. He smelled like axe body wash, like a man. God did she like a man that smelt good, and he smelt great. He sat down and ordered a coffee and a muffin on the electronic order tablet that was built into the wall closest to him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long. I got caught in traffic." That was a lie. He was determining whether or not he wanted to show up or cancel because he was so nervous, but she didn't need to know that.

"Oh it's okay. I haven't been here long anyway. So how are you?"

"I'm good, but shouldn't I be asking you that question? How's the divorce going?"

"It's going. He's drawing it out, trying to get custody of our daughter." Randy knew that process all too well. When he divorced his ex-wife Samantha she drew out the process in order to get custody of their four year old, Alanna. Luckily in the end he got full custody of his daughter with no visitations due to Samantha's drinking habits. Not like she cared.

"Well I wish you all the best sweetheart." She blushed. He was on full flirt mode. It had been a long time since somebody actually cared about anything she was going through. Sean was never any help. They chatted about any and everything for the next two hours. When they were finished he paid and they walked outside hand and hand.

"So when am I going to see you again, Randall?" She asked using his real name.

"Well I'm leaving tomorrow night because I have a show on Monday." She sighed and leaned against her car, which just so happened to be parked next to his.

"Leaving me so soon?" He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her curvy frame.

"How about you come with me?" He really wanted to get to know her. Most chicks he met were dimes he quickly got bored with. But she really tugged at his heart strings.

"I'll have Blue next week while Sean goes away on business."

"Well bring her with you. I'll have Alanna and I'm sure she'll be happy to have someone to play with." She thought about it for a second and decided well why not.

"Alright. I'll go." She couldn't believe she was doing this.

"Good, that means I can do this a lot more often." He leaned into her and their lips connected. Her lips were soft and lush, just like he liked them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He parted his lips and snaked his tongue into her waiting mouth. They stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, neither willing to come up for air and break the moment. They heard the flash of a camera and instantly parted.

"I'll call you later." He pecked her lips and made sure she got into her car and locked the door before he proceeded towards his own. After making sure she was safe he shot her a wink and got into his rental. This was going to be a good week.