It really bothered Seth the rest of the week that he couldn't figure out what Kenya was up to. He tried keeping an eye on her, tried noticing who she interacted with. Nothing seemed out of order. She talked with people like always but there were no dating vibes in the air whenever she was around any man. It seemed more like she was avoiding him on purpose for no reason at all.

His phone remained silent. Both on the road and on his two days at home. She still didn't reach out to him. It was like she was perfect for his lifestyle. Not only did she understand his rules but she accepted them fully and played by them. She even took it a step further by wanting to leave after sex. She was better at this game than him.

He went back on the road, anxious to see her again. She had said maybe. In his world that maybe was a definitely. He walked into the arena and was surprised to find Kenya and Becky's names on the cart together. So this was how they would push Kenya. Have her feud with the champion. That shouldn't be a problem except that Becky's name was the last name that had been associated with his when it came to having one of his deals with another roster member. He continued to catering where he found Kenya eating. He calmly walked down to her table and sat down.

"Hi, wizard," she said.
"In for some magic tonight?" He asked.

She looked around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

"You're getting bold," she said.
"Not my first rodeo," he said.
"Am I being compared to a horse?" She asked.
"More like one of those wild bulls you have to see how long you can stay on," he smirked.
"Yet you decide when to let go," she said.

She shook her head with a smile and stood up. She leaned down a bit to grab her plate, and her blue eyes landed on him.

"Text me your room number," she said.

That night he found himself balls deep inside her. She was on all four with her back arching beautifully as he kept a hand in her hair to bent her like that. He held on long enough to make her cum twice before finally releasing himself inside her and letting go of her hair. She fell face first down on the bed with a little whine that made him chuckle as he fell down next to her.

"Spend the night," he said.
"You're hopeless," she laughed. "You know I'm gonna leave after you fall asleep. Why not just let me leave right away?"
"Just stay," he sighed. "Don't make me tie you down."
"Not even if I want to?" She asked.
"You're such a devil," he laughed and rolled on top of her. "Stay!"
"Woof!" She joked.

He wasn't all that surprised when he woke up alone next morning. She was there when he fell asleep but this time he hadn't woken up when she left. She came to his room next night again as requested. He got out of her that she left right after he fell asleep. She held him, cuddled him, watched him fall asleep and then she left. She did the same that night and the next night too.

Kenya and Becky opened Raw. Becky was out there delivering a promo, whining about no one being good enough to step up to her. Kenya came out to challenge Becky for the PPV that Sunday. Seth knew this probably wouldn't end in a title change but that didn't matter. It was a huge opportunity for Kenya just to get a shot and she deserved that. It ended with Becky beating Kenya down and leaving the ring. Becky's eyes landed on Seth when she came walking out.

"See something out there you liked, champ?" She asked.
"It was a good segment. You did good," he answered.
"I did better than good. I'm freaking awesome," she said.

Kenya came out, gave Seth a quick look and a smile and then walked towards the locker room. He wanted to run after her and tell her that he was just talking with Becky. Not that it mattered. He had every right. This was part of the whole thing he got going. Becky was just waiting for her turn again.

"I gotta go, Becky. I'm up soon," he said.
"See you around, champ," she smirked. "Hopefully really soon."

It was a lie that he was up soon. He was closing the show. He just didn't wanna bother with anyone in that moment. He went to the men's locker room and watched the show on a monitor until it was his turn.

He felt torn that evening. On one hand he couldn't wait for the show to be over so he could finally go home. On the other hand there were certain matters he'd like to get solved that he knew he couldn't. Kenya wasn't giving him what he wanted. Answers to unasked questions. Questions he had no right asking. He had to follow his own rules. Don't ask, don't tell. But she was making it so hard when she gave him nothing. Other women before her told him everything. She told him nothing.

It was two long days at home. The days seemed to become longer after he had started this little thing with Kenya. Again she didn't reach out to him at all. He could text or call her but his pride stopped him. This wasn't how he worked. He was longing to get back on the road again.

He drove into the parking lot that Friday morning for the first house show in that round. Again he was one of the first people to arrive. He parked and went to open the trunk to get his bag. When he closed the trunk, he jumped in surprise to see Becky standing there.

"Shit, you scared me," he laughed. "I didn't hear you."
"Are you lonely, Seth?" She asked.
"Lonely? No, not particular. Why are you asking?" He asked.
"You haven't done your usual routine. I was the last woman with you and I know sometimes you take a few weeks off before finding a new one but it's been over a month now and still no one. Are you okay?" She asked.

His jaw dropped. Kenya had told him about the gossip in the female locker room. How she knew everyone he had fucked, how he fucked them, when and where, everything. But apparently she wasn't spilling the beans to the others and in a weird way that angered him.

"I'm not lonely. There is someone," he managed to say.
"Oh, fucking your way through fans these days? It makes sense then. It's just that you usual take a fan or two but you have the rest of us on hold while at least one of us is the flavor of the month. There's no one this month so I started worrying," she said.
"Don't. I'm fine," he said.
"It's alright," she placed a hand on his chest. "Text me your room number if you want company one of these days. You know I can warm you up good."

He looked down at her hand on his chest. He wanted to slap it away. She removed it on her own, keeping that seductive smile on her face that had worked on him in the past. It didn't work on him now. It wasn't her time again. It was Kenya's time and apparently she wasn't letting anyone know. He was her dirty, little secret.