As Roman laid there on his back with Claire cuddled up on his chest and his arms wrapped around her, he couldn't help but think back on the past week. It had gone by so fast. Ever since getting her into his bed that Monday, he hadn't missed the chance of repeating that everyday and now it was Friday. He knew he had crossed every possible line but he couldn't stop himself. Not when he was around her. He wanted her too much.

"How's the book coming along?" He asked and ran his fingers up and down her arm.
"It's done actually. Just need to write my thank you list," she answered.
"Oh yeah? Will I be mentioned?" He asked.
"Of course. How does this sound? I'd like to thank my publisher Zahara White for being patient with me, my sketch artist Seth Rollins for stepping up to the challenge, and Roman Reigns, the man who's been fucking my brains out the last week," she joked.
"Sounds good to me," he chuckled.

She stretched her body and turned her head upwards to look at him.

"How long do I have you for?" She asked.
"For as long as you want," he answered.
"No, I mean, how long will you be staying with us here?" She asked.
"One more week. The workers should be done next week," he answered.

The sad look on her face was not to be mistaken even though she tried to look away and hide it.

"Hey," he said softly and dragged her up to give her a quick kiss. "I'll come by whenever you want me to. Everyday if that's what you want."

She gave him a half hearted smile and pushed herself out of his arms.

"Better get that thank you list written. I promised Zahara she would get everything by the end of the day," she said as she started to get dressed. "Oh, and will you contact Seth for me? Kevin's bound to find out soon that Seth is on board the book so I need Seth to lie and say he just answered to the job add and that we have never met. Same goes for Dean. We have never met. You know how Kevin is. I can't take any chances."

He sat up and reached for her hand.
"Hey, relax," he said.
He pulled her in between his legs, wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head on her stomach.
"They already know to shut up around him. No one's gonna hurt you or put you in any danger. Not as long as I'm around," he said and kissed her stomach.

She ran her fingers through his hair and looked down. He raised his head and met her eyes. Those god damn pleading eyes that always sucked her right in whenever she tried to take a mental step back. He wasn't gonna let her get away. They both knew it.

"I'd like for you to come tonight," he said.
She let out a small laugh, knowing that wasn't possible.
"No, I'm serious. This TV crew is coming to film us to see if it's anything the audience would like to see. This could be a big deal for me, for all of us. I want you there for what could be my big break," he said.
"You know Kevin will never let me tag along," she said.
"You leave that to me," he said and kissed her stomach again, his last words slowly drowning between his kisses. "I want you there. I want you there with me. I want you."

"Kevin, I have a favour to ask you," Roman suddenly said during dinner.

She looked up quickly, her eyes meeting his across the table, before Roman looked back at Kevin again.

"Yeah?" Kevin asked.
"You know I told you how this TV station is interested in us. Well, turns out they're coming tonight to film us. Problem is they asked for us to somehow bring more women in the audience to try and hit home with entire families watching us. I only know one woman we can bring along," Roman said casually while nodding his head in Claire's direction.
Kevin just started laughing.
"I'm serious, Kevin. Who cares if she likes it or not? We just need some female faces on the screen. This could be a make it or break it situation for me. I already make good money but imagine the money I'll start making if we get a TV deal like that. Maybe I can finally invest in your company like you've talked about so many times," Roman said.

The half promise of money caught Kevin's attention and he stopped laughing immetiately.

"You know what, that sounds like a plan. She can come along," Kevin said.
"Great," Roman said and smiled.

Although she was happy to be there that night, she had a hard time enjoying it. How could she when Kevin was constantly there by her side? She couldn't start cheering and feeling like a part of the show. He wouldn't allow it.

"Hey Kevin," Dean's familiar voice sounded as he approached them.
"Hey Dean, great match. You owned that son of a bitch," Kevin said.
"Always do," Dean said and smirked before looking at Claire. "Who's this lovely lady?"
"Just my wife," Kevin answered quickly. "Would you like a beer? Let me buy you a beer. You deserve it."

They both watched as Kevin walked towards the bar.

"How are you holding up, gorgeous?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure," she answered while she looked over her shoulder.
"Don't worry, I got eyes on him. He won't see us talking," he assured her.
"It's not that..." Her voice died out before she finished the sentence.
"Yes, it is. It's always that. It's always him. He's not good for you and you know it. We all know it. You should leave him. Just fucking leave him and start being happy," he said.
"My marriage is none of your concern," she said.
"No, but Roman is my concern," he said, wanting to say much more but he had to stop himself and just whispered his last words while looking at the ring instead of her. "Asshole's coming back now."

"Here you go, Dean," Kevin said and handed Dean a beer.
"Thank you," Dean answered.
"Oh, Roman's up," Kevin said and turned his focus on the ring.

Roman's eyes wandered towards the three people right away and landed on her standing in the middle between Kevin and Dean. Her eyes, her entire face screamed of sadness and fear and he felt the anger boil inside him. How he just wanted to jump out of the ring, run to them, knock Kevin out and take her far away from him. Instead he turned to his opponent and beat him down merciless.

"Holy fuck! Never seen Roman fight like that," Kevin said surprised.
"Well, he's got a lot on his mind these days," Dean said as his eyes met Claire's. "A whole damn lot."