Chapter 9

Paul looked across the gym at Dave…He'd been working out silently for the last 2 hours…and not a word had been said to anyone. He looked focused and determined. More importantly it had been two weeks since Paul had gotten more than 10 words out of the big man…He knew what had happened between him and Marisol the day she went to see him at his apartment.

After Dave had told Paul what had happened, he'd not said another word to anyone, unless it was in the ring. Paul decided he really needed to do something to either help them get their acts together, or put each other out of their miseries.

Paul walked down the hall looking for the right office, the name on the door told him he was near the right office, as he brought his hand up and knocked on the door. Marisol's familiar voice said, "C'mon in." Paul walked in and closed the door behind him."

Marisol looked up from her desk and said, "Hey Paul what can I do for you?" He smiled and said, "You can stop doing whatever it is you're doing and walk your happy ass down to that gym and talk to your husband god damn it."

The look on Marisol's face went from somewhat of a smile of seeing her friend, to a look of anger as she stood up and stared Paul in the eyes as she leaned over resting her hands on her desk.

Marisol said, "Just who the fuck do you think you're talking to Paul?" Paul placed his hands on his hips and said, "A selfish little bitch that can't put anyone but herself first." Paul watched as Mari walked around the desk and up to him, he towered over her by a good ½ foot. Mari glared at Paul.

Before Paul knew what was happening, he felt the sting in his cheek; he never saw her hand coming to slap him. And the bright red hand print on the side of his face was enough of a reminder that he'd just pissed off a woman who was having enough problems in her life to not have someone try to help the situation.

The next Paul knew Marisol was cussing, ranting and raving, and he was suddenly being shoved around by a 5'9" 125 lbs woman with a fiery temper…A few minutes of being shoved around and Paul found himself standing on the other side of the door frame to Marisol's office as the door came slamming closed 3 inches from his face. She nearly flattened him with the damn door.

Paul smirked and knew now she'd go yell at Dave for having a friend of theirs try to come talk with her. Hey he never said his plan was brilliant…he was only trying to get them to talk…Arguing is a form of conversation…so what the hell…Might as well try it.