What to say? Paul felt his head spinning as the seconds ticked by with Trish looking at him waiting for a response. Hurriedly he tried to consider his options and make a decision. Every possibility that was available to him certainly had its own unique set of positives but what about the negatives?

If he went back to Trish and they tried to work on their marriage could he actually stay faithful to her? And even if he did would she be able to trust him? Was there any point in a marriage without trust? He could hardly claim to deserve her trust after cheating multiple times. He could try his best not to cheat again but still there would be the trust issue. She only knew about Stephanie too, what if they got back together and then she somehow found out about one or more of the others?

Stephanie certainly had negatives too. The girl was clearly not normal. He had told her countless times that he did not want a relationship but she had practically forced it on him. Was that the kind of thing he wanted in his life regardless of how hot she was? Was she not just some easy yet enjoyable fuck that he could now move on from? No she was a more than that, she was nice girl but nice enough to walk away from his wife for?

What about Laura? Sure, the fuck would almost undoubtedly be amazing and then he could blackmail the bitch and get what he wanted most; get Trish fired and take control of the creative department himself. He loved writing almost as much as wrestling and he really wanted the job that Trish had. Being in charge of creative was what he had enjoyed when he was COO, the talent relations bullshit had just been hassle and stress. If he could take Trish's job that would be perfect for him.

Then it dawned on him. There was another option. It was perfect and there was very little chance that it could go wrong. It would give him exactly what he wanted. He took a moment to think it through again before committing himself. Once he spoke to Trish it would be tough to turn back. Yes, he was happy with what he wanted, finally. Time to put all of these weeks of roller coaster emotions and bullshit behind him.

Behind both of them in fact, "If you really want to make this work then so do I," he said as he looked his wife in the eye. The look he saw in those eyes revealed that while this was what Trish had hoped to hear from him she had certainly not expected to. She was blatantly stunned. When she broke the few seconds of silence she was still almost pleading with him, "Don't say that if you don't mean it."

"I mean it," Paul insisted as he held her gaze, "You're my wife, I love you and I want to make this work. I'm sorry for what I did. If you'll take me back then that's what I want." It was obvious that Trish did want to take him back but he was still not sure what she would say in response.

The plan was brilliant; get back with Trish, talk her into quitting her job then take it for himself. Also he would stay faithful to her in all but one circumstance. If the chance came to fuck Laura he was taking it and the consequences could be damned. It was not a question of wanting to fuck her, that bitch simply needed to be thoroughly and completely fucked until she knew who was the boss. He wanted to see that look, that knowledge in her eyes. He craved for it so badly that it meant that he almost had to do it. So what of Stephanie? Tough shit for her, she should have listened to what she was told. How many times had he told her that he did not want a relationship with her? She would soon find out that he had meant it.

It was Paul's turn to be surprised as Trish did not say anything at all in response to his little speach. Instead she leaned over and kissed him. For the first time in weeks he got to taste his wife, to feel her tongue grazing against his own, to feel her hands against his skin as she held both of his cheeks. Already she had started to make him burn with desire. He had been desperate for sex earlier in the day but he could never have imagined that it would be make up sex with Trish. If he could have taken her right then and there he would have done but sadly there was a plane cabin almost full of people in front of them.

"God I missed you, you're so fucking hot," Paul breathed, "We'll pick this up at the hotel tonight and I don't care how much my knee hurts."

For the first time Trish was able to show genuine concern about the injury, "Is it still that painful? I mean, you're walking on it now."

"Honestly it hasn't hurt anything like as much I expected it to today but I'm supposed to be real careful with it. I don't care though, I just want to get to that hotel already."

Trish was on him again with more kisses and she purred into his ear, "We'll have to upgrade my room."

"Definitely, to the best they have. Food, champagne and sex. Sound good Mrs. Levesque?"

"No, it sounds perfect," Trish whispered into his ear again before another passionate kiss was exchanged.

"Get a room would you?"

The male voice from nearby caused Paul to turn in the direction that it had arrived from. Whoever the young guy was he was nothing to do with WWE so Paul gave him his meanest stare and growled, "How about I put you in a fucking room, in ICU?"

Unsurprisingly this caused the guy to shut his mouth and look away but it had still broken the moment between Paul and Trish. When he turned back to her she was grinning, "I love it when you talk like that."

Paul decided to waste no time in making progress towards what he wanted. Getting back with his wife and saving himself from a ridiculously costly divorce were only two of the reasons for his decision, there was also a third. "Honey, I didn't say anything before for obvious reasons but you do realise that there's only one way taking this job is going to end for you, right?"

"I've been thinking about that too. I would have never admitted it to you before but I'm not enjoying it as much as I always thought I would. It's a lot of stress and I'm not as good at it as I thought I would be. I was thinking about something but I know you'll say I'm crazy."

The image that came into Paul's head was of a baseball being pitched at him. He swung his bat and connected, the ball soared all the way back to the fence. He had just scored a home run. Trish wanted out of the job already without any convincing and he was the ideal replacement. But what was she talking about that was crazy? "What are you talking about?"

Trish looked down and nervously fidgeted with her blouse for a few seconds before mumbling, "I thought about maybe..." She did not complete the sentence.

"What?" Paul was genuinely interested now. This was obviously something big and she was nervous about it. Was she going to walk away from WWE completely? Did she have something else lined up?

"Well, I thought that I might... Come out of retirement."

Wow! That was not at all what Paul had expected. He had told her at the time when she had made the decision to retire and take a job behind the scenes that she was too young and she would miss being in the ring but she had insisted that she was done and that she felt the time was right. Predictably he had been right and now she wanted to get back in the ring. He was pleased for her as wrestling was what she really loved and there was no doubt about the fact that she was the best diva of all time and by some margin too.

They had never had a run together on screen, maybe that could be the new thing. An image came to him of Triple H standing in the ring with the WWE title with his wife standing next to him with the Divas title. It was an image that he liked and if he was going to be Head of Creative it was something that he could make a reality. There was only one problem standing in the way of all of this and Trish was clearly thinking the same thing.

"We need to talk to Laura when she shows up tonight."

Paul smiled as he imagined the reaction that today's news would generate. When he walked into Laura's office with Trish she would be expecting to hear anything but what she would hear. That was something else to look forward to. Then his mind moved on to something else, he was going to have to blow Stephanie off tonight too. He had promised her a date and that was obviously not going to happen now. It was not going to be pleasant to hurt her feelings but at the end of the day why should he care? He had what he wanted and that was what mattered. Stephanie should have listened to what she was told and left him alone, she had no one to blame but herself.

Typically Laura Molinaro was not in a good mood when she arrived at the arena for Raw. As if flying was not bad enough the limo driver had not been there waiting for her arrival as instructed. An explosion on the phone had hurried him up but still she had needed to stand and wait for five minutes. There was nothing as irritating as the incompetence of others and it had to be dealt with so often.

Luckily she always made a point to arrive early at the arena therefore there was time to sit down and take a few minutes to cool off before having to deal with more people. That had been the plan at least but she had not even had time to take her jacket off after entering her office when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Whoever the person was with the bad timing would know already that it was not appreciated by her angry tone.

Paul and Trish walked in as Laura threw her jacket over the back of her chair. Without pause she growled at the two intruders, "I'm warning the two of you right now that if you're coming in here to start raging at each other I'll probably... Wait a minute, what's going on?" Paul and Trish were holding hands.

The look on the boss' face was priceless as Paul had imagined that it would be. Mrs know it all was confused. Before he could think of some amusingly arrogant response Trish had already started to answer the question.

"We had a talk earlier and we're back together. We're going to work things out and we couldn't be happier. Right?"

Trish had looked at Paul with a huge smile and he responded with one of his own, "Right. But we need to talk to you about a couple of things too."

"What things?" Laura demanded, still with the confused look on her face as she sat down on the expensive leather couch that she insisted be placed in her office each week. No offer was extended for either of the visitors to sit so Paul wasted no time and jumped in at the deep end, "Trish wants to quit the office and return to the ring and I want her job." He watched as Laura's eyes narrowed and she shook her head slightly as if she suspected that she might be imagining what she was hearing.

"I know I promised you I wouldn't let you down but I just miss being in the ring."

Laura had raised a hand almost defensively to stop Trish from rambling. "Let me get this right. This morning I was standing in the doorway to your office Trish and the two of you were going at each other tooth and nail but now a few hours later you're telling me that you're back together? Not only that you want to quit your job and not only that you want to come out of retirement too? That is what you're telling me?"

"Yes, that's right," Trish confirmed with a smile that she hoped would remove some of the tension that she felt building up in the office."

"And you Paul," Laura shifted target, "Think that because Trish may or may not resign her position I'm automatically going to hand it to you?"

Ordinarily pissing Laura off or drawing a reaction was top priority for Paul but not right now. Now he needed to get what he wanted so it was time to speak respectfully to the woman for once, "Automatically? No. I'm hoping that you'll offer the job to me because we both know that I'm good at it. I'm one of the best writers we have and I'm good at managing people. The guys respect me and will work well under me and you know that as well as I do. This is not a personal decision, this is a business decision and with me in charge of creative our ratings will be the best they can be."

The cogs were turning in Laura's head as she sat in silence for a few moments, this much was obvious. Paul figured that his pre planned routine had done the trick as she had not immediately fired back at him angrily or with any kind of counter argument. He felt Trish squeeze his hand a little tighter, clearly feeling nervous. It was understandable but Paul knew that this time he had gotten the best of Laura. She was going to give both himself and his wife what they wanted.

He was right as a few moments later Laura slightly nodded her head a couple of times and then cleared her throat, "I have to admit that what you both say makes sense. I don't care about your marriage situation but business wise Trish Stratus back in the ring and Paul Levesque as Head of Creative sounds good to me. I'll go for it but if either of you let me down in any way you will be the ones who regret this conversation taking place, not me. Am I clear on that?"

"Crystal," Paul confirmed, "When do I start?"

"What's the point in hanging around? Let's all go crazy. You can start now. Get to the creative office both of you and talk to your people. Trish I want you back in training from tomorrow. You don't look in good enough shape to wrestle to me."

Paul smirked as he looked at his wife and took in the embarrassed look on her face at Laura's frank but rude comment. "She looks great to me," he chirped.

A look of distaste appeared on Laura's face, "Out, both of you. And find someone who can get some decent coffee in here yesterday."

Paul turned to leave as ordered, happy to have gotten what he wanted so easily but Trish spoke to Laura, "One more thing. That poker thing Thursday, I'd like Paul to be there if he can?"

Instantly he remembered, this was what had led to the golf bet. Laura had mentioned this poker thing and then she had wanted to get into a pissing contest with him but she had said that there were no places available for him to join them. It was a real shame as busting her ass out of a game of poker would be very satisfying. As he looked at her now she seemed to brighten at the prospect of a confrontation herself.

"Actually I did get a cancellation earlier. There's a spot you can have if you like Paul. Also we talked about a last longer bet if memory serves?" She still wanted to do it. She actually wanted to make that bet. This was too good to miss. "I'll play and I'll make that bet. A thousand bucks the same as the golf?"

Laura stood and laughed as she offered her hand as she had before, "You sure like to give money away easily."

The handshake was appropriately brief this time and Paul hoped that the arrogant smirk he gave conveyed all that he needed it to. There might be some remote possibility that Laura would beat him at golf if she was really good but poker? No chance. Laura returned the smirk and Paul knew that he had been correct in his suspicions, she did enjoy this gamesmanship as much as he did. It was hardly surprising as recently she had consistently gotten the upper hand but that would soon stop. Very soon. He forced himself to look away from her.

Trish had made her way to the door so Paul followed her out of the office without a further word. When they were outside in the hallway Trish giggled, "You made two bets with her? You'd better win or she'll never let you forget it."

"I will win and I'll never let her forget it." They began walking along the hallway and Trish took his hand again as he continued speaking, "Listen Trish, can you go speak to the team? They're still your guys until they get told otherwise so you should inform them that you're stepping down and that I'm in charge. It would seem like Laura fired you if I went in there and made the announcement regardless of what I actually said."

"Sure, if that's what you think is best. Paul? What about McMahon?"

Paul grimaced at the way Trish spat out Stephanie's surname, "I was just coming to that. While you tell the guys what's going on I'll go put Stephanie in the picture." With a grin he added, "Believe it or not that day when you came to my place and smacked her in the face I had been trying to get rid of her all day." It was a lie but it was close enough to the truth for Paul and it would sound good with Trish. Apart from the fact that apparently she did not believe him.

"Bullshit." The accusation had been delivered with a hint of humor but it was definitely a serious accusation.

"It's true. I told her so many times that I didn't want her to keep coming over to the condo but she wouldn't listen. I don't think she's the full ticket to be honest. Anyway I'm going to tell her that we're back together."

Whether or not Trish now believed his story was unclear but she was plainly happy to have reclaimed her man from Stephanie as there was a satisfied smile on her face. Paul attempted to turn left into a different hallway, towards where the locker rooms were but Trish retained her grip on his hand. He turned back to her and she looked up at him before faking sadness, "Paul, do I look like I'm in bad shape?"

Paul smirked again and refused to give the obvious answer, "I don't know. I'll have to make a thorough inspection later tonight and get back to you on that."

Trish pulled him down towards her with the front of his shirt and again they shared a long and passionate kiss. As before Paul wanted to take her then and there. It felt as though if anything this break in their marriage had done it some good as he had not desired Trish so much for a very long time. He had only fleetingly though about fucking Laura when he had been in the office with her which was quite an achievement and now he was going to break off this half assed so called relationship with Stephanie. Yes, he had made the correct decision for sure.