A/N: Thanks so much for reviewing/favoriting/following this story and just enjoying the messiness that will ensue. I don't own any of the characters and still no money sadly.
Dean
Dean put the chicken quesadillas he made from scratch on the table doing everything he could to avoid Tracy's face. He couldn't believe that she was the woman from The Club. No, she's not it's just a coincidence. Dean's mind felt fucked and Tracy wasn't treating him any differently than normal laughing at the expense of him and Renee.
"Do you guys have guacamole?" Tracy asked making herself a plate.
"Ew, you eat that." Renee squealed in disgust. "I swear you and Dean are gross. Who wants to eat that?"
"It's good." They both said at the same time as Tracy laughed. "Don't knock it."
"It's in the fridge; I'll grab it for you." Dean got up feeling awkward again and was trying not to let it show.
"Don't worry about it." Tracy sat her tray down and bumped into Dean and the tension was there. Dean took in her appearance being this close to her and she tilted her head. "Are you going to move?" The whisper was back and it was all the confirmation he needed.
"My bad."
Renee sat watching the two laughing. "Trace, is Seth not enough for you that you want Dean too?"
"Ew, Dean. You can have this scraggly ragamuffin." The insult was easy as she bent over to go through the fridge. Dean took his seat back at the table trying not to look at her ass in the shorts she was wearing and he was shocked he didn't realize it before then.
A comfortable silence fell over the table as everyone started eating and the moan from Tracy had him looking at her.
"Oh my god, this is so good." She gave another appreciative moan of Dean's cooking taking another bite.
"At least someone appreciates my cooking." Dean smiled and trying to keep his erection still but her moans took him back to the nights he had her, especially the first night. He had so many questions and even in the arousal he was annoyed with her. Why would she do this to Seth? He had to talk to her alone somehow and soon.
Roman
Roman was upset and rightfully his wife would rather divorce than work on their issues? Why would she walk away? It was as if his life was crumbling around him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He offered options and divorce was the last thing on his mind because he loved his wife, she was stubborn, headstrong, and perfect for him. He started going to The Club as an escape but now that his marriage was pretty much irresolvable he used it as a clutch more than ever.
He needed to get away from this house and he missed his family in Florida more than ever.
"Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself won't change anything; you put the cards on the table and now it's up to her." Roman said out loud grabbing his car keys and heading out The Club. He knew that even though it was early there would be something going on.
The drive to The Club was at least 45 minutes from his house but he needed the drive and silence in the car to get his thoughts together.
He parked his car and saw another familiar vehicle and wasn't in the mood to deal with Seth today and hoped the man would keep his distance. He entered and saw the shocked look on the face of E that he was there early as he grabbed a mask and entered the room.
The atmosphere was different in the afternoon versus night, there weren't that many men around and not even a performance. He grabbed two shots of whiskey and downed them quickly looking around the room.
He heard the voice he didn't want to hear coming from the other side of the room turning his head quickly catching some of the words the man was saying.
"Your body is so beautiful, it's like a work of art." Seth's hands trailed the tattoo on her neck and her arm. "I keep telling my girlfriend to get one but she's so against them for some reason."
"She sounds lame, no wonder you're here so often." The woman spoke back laughing at the expense of his girlfriend and hearing Seth joining in had Roman clenching his fist.
He couldn't expose either of them at this moment but to hear Seth say that was a punch in the gut to what he didn't have in his own relationship.
Seth
The laugh that came from Seth was too easy and he did feel bad for laughing but he tried to get Tracy to at least get one tattoo but the thought of needles made her physically ill. He loved her in spite of it but it was one thing this woman had that she didn't.
"You're an amazing fuck by the way, you got my dick still twitching."
"I'm sure you tell that to all the girls."
"Almost all but your body and the fact you can fuck is just all pluses in my book."
"I wish my husband would feel the same." The woman shook her head not wanting to get too deep with the guy in front of her. He was cute and had the most fit body she ever had the pleasure of feeling but this was all a gig to her, the men thought they were in charge but it was actually the women.
"Well how about one more round for the road then?"
"No. I have to get out of here but we'll see each other around. I'm sure of it."
Seth was disappointed she was leaving but felt a sense of relief because he had to get back home before Tracy got back from hanging out with Renee.
"Next time then." Seth mocked a bow watching the woman walk towards another room, probably to get dressed.
He noticed Roman in the corner glaring at him and he rolled his eyes at the man. He wasn't in the mood for this but something had to be wrong for Roman to be here this early.
"You good dog?" Seth approached him pretending nothing was wrong. "I'm heading out but how long have you been here?'
"Leaving now."
"Something wrong."
"Nope."
Seth shook his head trying to ignore the attitude and hoping they could squash whatever the issues were between them but he could feel the frustration coming off the man in waves as they walked towards their cars.
"What's up?"
"How could you say that about Tracy to some woman you don't even know?"
Seth threw his hands up in the air trying not to cause a scene and looking around. "Eavesdropping are we? It was a joke."
Roman shook his head getting angrier at himself and even the man in front of him. He couldn't even get his wife to listen and the little shit in front of him was getting everything that he wanted and just threw it away. "A joke for your girlfriend to be lame in bed or not wanting to get a tattoo? That's so lame, I mean she cooks for you every night, takes care of home, when you got injured who the fuck was at your side every fucking day?"
"Are you Trace's spokesperson now? IS that it? Do you want my girl Ro?"
"No but anyone else is a better option than you."
"That's it. You want what I have huh? I'm the man Ro' I'm sorry that your wife is a prissy, uptight bitch that doesn't— "
The words Seth was going to utter didn't even get to come out as Roman punched him in the mouth knocking him out.
"Don't ever talk about my wife again!" Roman yelled and Seth didn't see the kick to his side coming as he laid there in pain, hearing footsteps of Roman walking off.
Dean
Lunch went quickly and Tracy was ready to head out and head back home but Dean still needed to find time to talk to her. He remembered asking the mystery woman if he could see her outside of The Club but he had no clue that he was going to end up seeing her with his fiancée and her best friend.
"I need to get ready for work." Renee said heading upstairs. "Don't spill the beans on my dress Trace!"
Dean's ears perked at Renee going upstairs and he could finally talk to Trace and from the apprehension on her face she wasn't looking forward to the conversation. They didn't speak at all as Trace put the dishes in the dishwasher keeping her body away from him.
The sound of the bathroom door closing had Dean in motion coming from behind her and trapping her against the dishwasher and counter.
"So, it's you huh?"
"I don't' know what you're talking about Dean."
"It's a perfect fit with you against me, the same as the woman."
"You're cheating on Renee?" Tracy turned around facing him.
"You're cheating on Seth."
"I'm not."
"I know it's you, Trace." His finger grabbed a piece of her hair that fell from her high bun twirling it around his finger.
"If I was this woman you think I am now what?"
"You tell me. I'm in a fucked up situation regardless if it's not you but even worst if it is you."
"That makes two."
"You knew it was me didn't you? Hypothetically speaking."
"Hypothetically speaking, from the way you're talking I don't think the woman knew it was you especially if it's a close friend but let's say she did realize it but enjoyed talking to you."
Dean nodded at her neither of their eyes moving off each other. "Why do you think the woman was there in a place like that?"
"You're in love right? How would you feel knowing your significant other comes in at all times of the night smelling like soap each time? What if you followed said person and signed up for some sort of Club where men can stick their dicks in whatever they want? What if you started doubting yourself and feeling inadequate yet so in love with the person you ignored it until the thought of revenge marred your thoughts."
Dean didn't speak and he saw the tears in her eyes as she talked never thinking of what would happen if any of their women found out. "Why not just leave him?"
"Love makes you do foolish things and I had to find out myself, was it the thrill? What would make someone cheat. I didn't know it was you originally and I'm sorry." Trace answered admitting it was her. "I'm even more sorry it was you because in spite of it, you're someone I could see myself with."
Dean didn't speak but instead wiped the tears falling from her eyes and he didn't know what made him do it but he leaned down to kiss her gently. The kiss started slowly but intensified with him sucking her tongue gently into his mouth.
Tracy pushed him away feeling too exposed without the mask she normally wore and shook her head. "I gotta go."
"Trace." Dean called after her but the woman ignored it.
"Tell Renee I'll see her later."
"Trace! Wait…" Dean knew what he was about to say was against everything, breaking all sorts of code but the woman in front of him looked damaged. "Come by later, please."
The woman didn't agree or disagree to his claim just walking out the door.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
