Her hands placed against her ass gripping them in her hands as her body rocked back and forth against his pelvic area, her hands on his chest as she stopped moaning and she got louder as her body began to have a spasm as she got breathless, Chelsey fell off the top of Pauls Body after performing a sexual act on him and had just climaxed. Chelsey was breathing quickly and heavily as Paul kissed the top of her head. Chelsey Hart and Paul Levesque had now been seeing each other for a while now after their encounter months ago (previous chapter). Chelsey climbed off his large framed body as she lay on the floor turning her head as she looked at Paul. "Are you sure Steph isn't coming home?" The brunette asked the married man as she eventually caught her breath breathing normally as he grinned at her shaking her head. "No Chels. She's going to be out all day I promise!" This was the third time they'd only slept together, the other times were her giving him a blowjob or whatever he wanted. She was like a sex slave, but around him she was so powerless, anything he wanted she was there at his beck and call. "You.. Are so fucking perfect Chels." Paul said to the young girl as he planted a kiss on her lips.
Chelsey kissed the older man back as she heard a car pulling up outside of the house knowing of course that was indeed Stephanie McMahon, Pauls wife. She did NOT want to get on the bad side of a McMahon other her life would be worse than hell, how could she explain that she was here? Perhaps Paul would make something up? "Get your fucking clothes on!" Paul demanding the 20-something Hart. Chelsey looked to Paul as she put her dress back on that she was wearing when she came round so they could have their sexual accounter easier to take off, but there was one issue, Chelseys panties. "Wheres my panties?!" Chelsey said quietly, but Paul snapped once agains shouting her. "I don't fucking know, sit down and shut the fuck up." Chelsey sat on the couch keeping her legs close together as she sat there, doing what she was told as she watched Stephanie come into the house, she wasn't sure what to do or say but just like Paul said, she was going to sit there and she was going to not say anything until she was spoken too which was probably a good thing as Chelsey wasn't good at keeping secrets at all and she was even worse for feeling guilty. She just hoped it wouldn't come out, but she knew Paul wouldn't tell his wife, he wasn't that brave.
"Paul?" Stephanie called out to her husband who was sat on a couch opposite Chelsey who was actually hoping that she wouldn't find the garment of clothing she had lost. "In here baby." Hearing some heels clicking against the flooring Chelsey looked to the doorway when Stephanie walked in who looked at Chelsey slightly confused, properly to why she was here in her house. "Chelsey wanted to know if there was any work at the HQ Steph, and to talk to you in person." Paul winked at Chelsey as she nodded along as Stephanie and Paul shared a kiss in view of Chelsey, Chelsey didn't even feel jealous she just looked at Stephanie as Stephanie looked back. "I'd love a creative job such as a Photographer or something, I am more than willing to find a place here." Paul glared at Chelsey as he grinned slightly towards her as she mentioned her ideas and plans to Steph who was sat next to Paul with her hand on his knee. "Really? That is really good, Would you be interested in being a creative writer for the WWE team because I would love an assistant, you can move in here until you find a place if you'd like? I've known you since you were little and I think I can trust you." Stephanie said to the fellow brunette as Paul sat there taken aback by everything Stephanie had just said.
Stephanie smiled at Chelsey standing up and looking at the Hart smiling at her as she passed her placing her hand on Chelseys shoulder "I'd love to Stephanie, I have money so I can just get a place of my own but thank you so much for the offer I really appreciate it thank you." Stephanie shook her head as she looked to the young woman. "Chelsey, I insist you stay here, then we can help you out. I don't know how Paul will feel about having another woman in the house, but as they say - girl power!" Chelsey smiled as she couldn't say no and the fact Stephanie had said such a cheesey thing at the end of her sentence, this was Stephanie McMahon Levesque, the woman of such power no one could deny. "You're fine with this Paul aren't you?" Paul was put on the stop and Chelsey could see that Paul had a such a fake front and was calm and collective despite the fact he almost got caught out banging Chelseys brains out. "Of course I am! Another daughter, but an adopted one of course." Paul responded as Stephanie clapped her hands together in an instant. "Brilliant, I am going to get a glass of wine, Chelsey?" Stephanie obviously asked Chelsey as Chelsey just responded with a shake of her head. "Yeah thats fine, I am here for a few days so maybe we could start planning? I said I would meet a few friends in an hour or two." Chelsey then thought to herself adopted daughter? Fucking your 'adopted daughter' you're a freak!
Stephanie walked over to the other couch where just 45 minutes ago Chelsey and Paul had been intimate on having just stupid casual sex. Something had obviously just taken Stephanies eye as she picked up the black panties which actually matched the bra of the Canadian native. With a pinch she picked them up and held them up looking at them almost for about 10 seconds as she looked confused to why there were a pair of panties on her couch. Chelsey looked to Paul in the corner of her eye who was still looking at Steph. Chelseys heart began to race frantically as she started to panic inside thinking what was gonna happen. "I thought I'd put the washing in the washing machine obviously not. Silly me." Stephanie said as she looked at Chelsey with a smile as she went into the kitchen to get the glasses of wine she had said she was originally going to get instead the sounds of opening of a trashcan and obviously Chelseys panties went in the trash. Did Steph know? Did she know what was going on? What was going to happen? "Stephanie where is your bathroom?" Chelsey asked speaking up so Stephanie could hear her. "Paul could you show her please?"
Paul stood up as they walked out of the lounge and into the hallway that was now at the bottom of the staircase, Chelsey followed Paul out to the hallway as she kept her head down not making any eye contact with Paul, they'd just nearly been caught out. Why the hell was she still sleeping with him? Stephanie was such an amazing woman and they both were taking advantage of this fact. "If you go up the stairs, take a left and it is the third door on your left." Their house was massive and it was such a maze to get around. Chelsey nodded with the instructions as Paul wrapped his large hand around her arm pulling her back to him so his mouth was by her ear. "Good little bitch aren't you Chels, if you tell her what is going on I promise I will make your life hell, I want to tell her as I want to be with you. " Taking her arm away from his clutch she looked at him in the face as she gritted her teeth as she got into his face as she shook her head. "You're fucked in the head Paul, you have fucking issues." She then began to climb the staircase with her bare feet as she heard Paul and Stephanie talking highly about her, why was she doing this to a woman she adored? Why was she destroying a marriage? With every step she thought about everything, how could she share a house being the mistress and completely being in Pauls control?