A/N: Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas Eve & Merry Christmas everyone! I didn't abandon this story just needed motivation. I hope everyone has a great Christmas and enjoy!

P.S. I don't own characters related to the WWE.

Dean got out the shower and his mind felt warped. He couldn't believe Tracey was the mystery woman at the club but not only that, he and her had sex twice without masks. He finally understood Roman's frustration however they should all feel remorse because none of them were perfect. In Seth's case, he had it all and still couldn't be faithful; The Club was almost an addiction to him, maybe all three. Dean's mind was racing and he knew Renee was on her way back home and he got ready to put on his poker face.

His phone rang on the night stand and he answered immediately seeing Tracey's name and number.

"Hey Trace, you good?"

"I'm great Dean, thanks for asking."

Dean took the phone away from his ear hearing Seth's voice and wasn't in the mood to deal with him and especially not this soon.

"Nothing to say Dean." The way Seth spit his name out didn't discourage Dean because he was sure all he saw was a text and nothing more.

"Hey man. I was expecting Trace but what's up?"

"Why are you wanting to know if my fiancée made it home safely?" Seth cut to the chase not wanting to bother with the games.

"Where's Trace?"

"She's in the bathroom." Seth tried to talk to Tracey but she ignored every plead to him. He was sitting in front of the bathroom door stroking the dog he got just for her. "So why was Trace at your house?"

"You know she went shopping with Renee."

"Earlier and told me she was somewhere else but she was with you."

"Maybe this is why she didn't tell you."

"Hmm… did you fuck my fiancée Dean?"

"Helluva question you asked there man." Dean laughed still feeling in control as he went downstairs to make a snack while waiting on Renee. "I only fuck the women at The Club, plus my fiancée of course but yours… can't recall."

"This isn't the time for games."

"What's going on over there, trouble in your perfect paradise."

"She knows about The Club Dean." Seth was going to let Dean live but the knowledge Tracey knew was one he still needed to come to terms with. He never wanted to hurt her just needed to get everything out of his system.

"Woah, how…"

"She followed me there and…" Seth sighed taking his hand off the dog and rubbing it through his hair. "I don't' know what to do."

"You gotta stop going Seth, she loves you man and moved away from her family for you. Just talk to her." Dean never heard Seth sound so defeated. He was normally so self-assured and cocky this Seth was one he wasn't familiar with and his own part in it, well, he hoped it stayed a secret.

"She doesn't want to talk to me."

"Can you blame her? Just be happy she's still there for now, that means you still have a chance."

Seth heard the door open and Tracey was standing over him and the glare in her eyes once she realized she had his phone.

"Why are you on my phone Seth?"

"Dean wanted to make sure you made it home safely so I called him."

"Give me my phone." Tracey held her hand out snatching the phone out his hand and going back in the bathroom.

"We need to talk. Please."

"Oh now it's please Seth? Please my ass. I don't know what made me stay with you, what made me stick it out, what made me tolerate you after I saw you with woman after woman, when you came home smelling like sex that wasn't me and I stayed. I fucking stayed, feeling less and less my self-esteem chipping away and you think I slept with someone and now you care. You're a fucking joke. A fucking disgust of a man. I appreciate the dog but it's yours. I can't do this anymore."

Dean knew he should hang up on the other end but he was in the middle of this in a sense. He had to know what Tracey was going to do.

"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?"

"I love you so fucking much Seth but I allowed my love for you to demean myself and I can't do it anymore." Tracey felt the tears coming as she shook her head trying to hold them back. "I'll be moving my stuff out over the week."

"Trace! You're leaving me?"

"I have to get back to me, get back to myself and I can't do this anymore." Tracey put the phone to her ear speaking to Dean. "I know you're still there but I have to say this to him. I don't know how the guilt doesn't eat anyone alive."

"Trace… I understand and I'm sorry for my part in it and you know I'll always be here for you."

"You've been nothing but amazing to me even before any of this nonsense. I just… I'm sorry." Seth took in the smile on her face and knew Dean was lying and what she was going to say next wasn't going to be good.

"I understand; he's going to be pissed."

"It is what it is. I'll talk to you after this."

"So are you two just going to have a conversation like I'm not even here?" Seth yelled it out getting upset at the familiarity and how comfortable his best friend and fiancée seemed to be over the phone. He couldn't hear what Dean was saying but he knew that his suspicions were conformed.

"Deal with it and if need be, you can come back over."

"I know, talk to you later." Tracey hung up the phone and sat down next to Seth. "Look at we did to each other."

The dog moved away from Seth getting closer to Tracey with his head in her lap as she absentminded patted his head. "You destroyed me. I went to the club as a viewer and then became a participant."

"You… what?"

"I became a participant at the club, it was easy to sign up. Xavier had no idea who I was but why would he? I wanted to know. I had to see for myself. I needed to understand why I wasn't good enough. I tried to understand it and I slept with someone else at the club.

"You di..."

"Shut up. Don't you dare fucking question me and don't interrupt me. I slept with someone else and I still didn't understand until I kept going back. The difference between you and I is I felt guilt; I just wanted you. I didn't need to be dicked down by numerous men, I just wanted you to love me the way I love you but I know now that was something that was never going to happen. I slept with the same person every time I went there and it was different from you and then I found out… it was Dean."

Roman

Roman rubbed his wife shoulders not believing her wanting to work on their marriage and their relationship. It was all he wanted from her was just a little bit of care and attentiveness to their marriage.

His phone had been ringing for the past 5 minutes and he was trying to ignore it but his wife rolled over kissing his cheek gently. "Answer it. I'm sure it's an emergency."

"It can wait."

"No, it can't they keep calling us so answer the phone."

Roman kissed her gently rolling over to get his phone and seeing 6 missed calls from Dean. He hurriedly got up from the bed to call his best friend back and find out what was causing him to call so much.

"Dean is everything okay?" Roman went downstairs and felt the need to grab his jacket in case he needed to leave.

"I fucked Tracey."

Roman stopped in the middle of putting his jacket on. "You did what?"

Dean explained the story and that she was with Seth and everything up until they hung up the phone. "I fucked up but we both agreed she was too good for him."

"I can get at The Club because you didn't know but at your house?"

"Ro' I know, I just… you didn't see her! The way she was looking like her life was over and we all know how Seth has been acting. I'm not making excuses for it at all but she's broken."

"So you were hoping your dick would fix it? We all know Seth isn't my favorite person at the moment and he still deserves an ass whooping but accept your part in it also. Do you have feelings for her?"

"Yeah. I do. I mean she's been around for so long and you and I said she's too good for Seth. We all need to own up to our issues and how The Club could destroy us but what if it was Renee that went or even your wife? None of us are perfect and make excuses for why we do what we do but it doesn't make it right. I got to see that first hand with Tracey and see how The Club is killing someone slowly."

"I'm not perfect and never act like I am. The issues I have doesn't give me a free pass but man Gabby is like a changed woman overnight so I am wanting to stop going to The Club."

"Same."

"What about Trace? Are you going to stop that?"

"I need to but I can admit I do like her. I mean, I liked her before all of this but not like that but I'm rambling. I can't answer the question right now. She's going to leave him."

"So what? You think you're going to swoop in and what? Leave Renee, start a new life with your best friend's ex?"

"No. I don't know. That's what I called you for."

"Leave Tracey alone. She's emotionally damaged and you're not going to leave Renee for her or I hope."

"I'm not planning on it. Renee is a lot, she can be annoying and get on my damn nerves but I couldn't do that to her."

"There you have it."

"If I wasn't with Renee though, friendship be damned."

Roman chuckled. "You got yourself into some bullshit and it sucks for everyone but are you ready to give up The Club in spite of all this?"

"I hope so man, I hope so. What about you?"

"I'm done with The Club. I used it as an excuse for Gabby but it's destroying all of us in a sense."

"It is or has."

"Yeah but I'm going back upstairs to my wife. Are you good?"

"As good as I'm going to be until I hear from Trace."

"You think she'll call?"

"If not I'm going to call her."

"How do we keep getting involved in Seth's bullshit?"

Dean sighed hearing the door unlock signaling Renee coming home. "He keeps fucking up. I gotta go. I'll see you at work."

"Peace man."

"Same."

Dean hung up the phone fighting the urge to call Tracey back just to make sure evirating was okay. He didn't think Seth would harm her but he wanted to make sure she was okay, even just emotionally but Renee was home and he had to play dutiful fiancée.

A/N: THANKS FOR READING EVERYONE AND ONCE AGAIN HAPPY HOLIDAYS!