Eryessa sort of has her groove back. Enjoy it as the temperature rises for Jon. I had to change the rating of the story because of this chapter. So you've been warned.

Petula pulled back, more like jerking back when she had heard that scream. Sure, the feel of Stu's lips on hers was inviting but that scream, the man scream that made her jump sounded so close, so nearby. After watching The Conjuring to get her mind off the events back at the arena, she was still a little jumpy. She remembered one part of the movie that scared her so bad that she grabbed Stu's arm and buried her face into it.

"It's okay, Pet." He smoothed her short hair down slightly. "Just someone having some fun. Come on, time to get ready for practice."

The events prior to this was good. Stu made sure she had forgotten what Drew did. As far as he was concerned, that man could drop off the face of the Earth. Stu decided to test the waters now, seeing if Petula would pull away from his romantic pursuits. So when she didn't, Stu wanted to jump for joy.

He'd finaly won over Jon for once.

Petula worked up a sweat, her arms and legs hurt, and her heart thrummed in her chest. Sweat dripped from her face while it coated her back in a light sheen. Needless to say, Stu was working her body hard tonight.

"Ready for more, Pet?" Stu asked from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder at his bare chest. Pushing herself off the floor, she readied herself for another Round. Stu held his hands up and she pointed her right foot towards him, and then swung. Petula's right gloved hand connected with the boxing mitt on Stu's right hand. There was a muffled thump when her glove met his mitt. Just like before, but this time with the left glove, she pointed her left foot towards Stu and swung. Her left met his left before she quickly mimicked the actions all over again. She had a weak left cross punch, as Stu explianed it. So they were working on that together.

Apparently a late night visit to the hotel's twenty-four hour gym was their only thing at the moment. With a minor exception of Colby over on the tredmill machines. He was a fintness addict, besides being a wrestling addict that is.

But Colby hadn't tried to talk to them. He was content to watch from afar. This whole Jon/Petula/Stu thing was confusing. How could Stu go from trying to drop her off and skip town to being her friend? This perturbed Colby. It felt like both men were trying win Petula over. With brutal reactions on Jon's side, Colby was worried Petula would get hurt in the cross fire. He cared for his newfound friend, this unique girl with a quick eye for mechanics, electronics and robotics.

Colby accidentally broke his phone by dropping it the previous week and was all too pissed off about it. All Petula did was pick it up and told him to wait a few hours. About three hours later, after a Raw show had gone off the air, his phone was fixed, with a new screen and everything. It had a broken screen but when Petula brought it back it was gone, fixed. It was even working better than before it had been broken. All his pictures of his dog Kevin was still there, along with an added one of Petula posing in front of a restroom mirror. Colby had been so thrilled that Petula fixed his phone he hugged her. Petula only hugged on her terms and it had been mainly Jon she would touch, or Stu. She allowed Colby to hug her and it wwas good to see her smile at him for once.

That was when Colby considered Petual a sister-like friend to him. That' why he was watching Stu and Petula like a hawk in that gym that night. Almost instantly he saw what had changed between Stu and Petula. After the work out was finished between the two of them, Petula gave Stu a quick kiss before heading off to the women's locker room.

Aw shit, Colby knew now. Petula and Stu were some kind of item. That was going to throw a wrench into everything. Especially if Jon were to find out.

After Stu and Petula left the gym around 12:30 AM, Colby headed out after them, fifteen minutes later. Bed was screaming his name. And the option weight on his head and heart.

Doe he tell Jon about Stu and Petula? Or does he not say a word?

Unfortunately, Jon already knew.

Jon wished it was real, because it felt real. He could see her beneath him. He could feel her hands running up and down his back. He was lost in the throws of making her scream his name. Sweat made her flesh stick to his, causing a friction between them as he moved rapidly. Her skin felt great. Her body was perfect, regardless of how she saw herself. He loved her over and over, in many different ways. He brought her to her peak and back again time and time again, as he always had in these states of bliss and fantasy. At least here he did. Here is where it mattered to him, his desires played out before him, with this wonderful woman he loved unconditionally.

Just the way her breasts moved as he rolled his hips forward, while he rested over her. Petula's hair was sticking up madly from the previous adventures he had with her. His fantasies, his desires, they felt so real in this state. He could feel her breath against his collar bone as she pressed her face to his skin. Sometimes she would even bite him, drawing out a groan of pleasure and desire. If it was only real, then he could show the real one how it was done. How she could please him just like this. How he could please her in return.

Petula's moans increased, her knees holding him in the right place for the right amount of access. Jon was going to loose it soon and to the woman he was loving beneath him.

"Open up for me." He heard her say, through the pants and sighs she was giving to him.

"Open up for me, Babe." He replied, pushing faster than before, about to cum any second.

A soft knocking broke through the room. Slowly his woman started to fade beneath him, leaving him to the fate of being lost to a mere dream. A dream he had been having for the last week or so. The same dream that always ended just before he gave her every drop of him. It always felt so real, but having to wake up from the dream was a nightmare. He ached in so many ways that it was hard to release it. Especially now that someone was knocking at his hotel door.

Preparing to yell at the person on the other side of the door for waking him up at half past nine, Jon only stopped when seeing the object of his torrential emotions standing there. She wore a suit, something he had never thought was possible for Petula to own. She normally wore jeans and t-shirts, but this was a blouse and some sort of pants he couldn't place. Very business like with a touch of lip gloss. He'd never seen her wear make up before, so this was a pleasure and a curse to see. Just another dream to add to his mind for later.

Petula smiled meekly at him. "Hi, good monring, Jon. Can I ask you something?" She tried to ignore the fact that he was solely in just a pair of boxers. She had to admit, he had some nice legs.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Jon yawned widely. "Sure, Babe, what is it?"

"Stu was supposed to take me to that breakfast meeting this morning but he was called off to do some interviews today. I don't want to go to it alone. I mean my boss will be there but," she fidgeted with the cuff of the blazer she was wearing.

"Okay."

"Okay?" She repeated.

"Okay, I'll go with you. Come in and I'll get dressed." He stepped aside for her to enter the room.

Petula knew something was off with Jon. He seemed so tense. She watching him in silence, pondering why he seemed different this morning. He grabbed some clean cloths from his travel bags, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Could she loose her job, she thought. Chris had said he'd talk to Vince about it, hopefully he'd be at the meeting, Chris. Petula wanted all her friends to be there. Except Colby and Joe were still sleeping, she didn't know where either Phil or Stephen were exactly and she had hoped Stu would have gone. But with his interviews and stuff, she'd hoped Jon would be the one to help her out.

Because of how she was, she wondered if she and Stu were an item. A couple. Were they? If so, how would the others take the news? Would they be happy? She knew Jon wanted her, along with Stu, so she ruining her friendship with Jon? It seemed like a big round circle of emotion to her.

"Hello, Tula. You in there?" She heard Jon speak. "I asked if you're ready to go."

She looked at him, amazed to see him in a navy blue button up shirt but still wore pants and some sort of trendy looking black boots. To her, Jon looked good. He even shaved while she was so drawn into her thoughts. He looked good not that he ever looked bad before.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I was thinking about something." She responded, trying not to mess up her glossed lips by biting them.

"No biggie. I understand." He patted her back before head towards the hotel room door. "Come on, Babe. Let's get out of here."

This meeting could make or break Petula. Her life in the WWE business counted on it.

Jon knew he didn't want to loose her. Not to the job, not to the company and not to Stu as well.

How do you like this installment so far? Yeah, yeah, I know all of you probably don't like that Stu is with Petula but I had a brain buster idea. Let's just roll with it and see how this turns out for the love triangle trio.