For the final time that morning, I woke up to Dave calmly stroking my arm and quietly saying, "Wake up, sleepy head; time to get ready for lunch." I mumbled "no" and laid back down on top of him. A few seconds later I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"Okay, now I'm ready." I got up off of him and climbed out of bed as he followed me. We both went into the bathroom and I brushed my teeth as Dave brushed his hair before switching positions. After Dave was finished, he went into the room to get some clothes out of his suitcase and announced to me that he was going to be changing outside. I shut the bathroom door and washed my face. I rubbed some moisturizer on my face and put some makeup on.

I heard Dave yell that he was going downstairs for a second to grab something to drink and a few seconds later, I heard the door shut. I looked back in the mirror and grabbed my makeup bag. After putting on a bit of eye makeup and mascara, I applied lip gloss and pronounced myself ready for the day. I went into the room to get my clothes and changed.

As I was buttoning up my top, I heard a furious knocking at the door. I suddenly wished Dave was here. I looked through the peephole and saw no one. I shrugged and began to walk away. Then the knocking continued and again, I saw nothing through the peephole. I opened the door, wondering what was going on and immediately Paul grabbed my arms and started dragging me down the hall.

"You and me are going to go have a little talk with Vince."

My face turned to a look of panic and we stopped walking as Paul turned to face me, still gripping my arms tightly so I couldn't get away.

"I'm going to tell him what you did yesterday and you are going to lose your job, you little bitch," he growled glaring at me with a scowl. "No one treats The Game like that."

"Please, I'm really sorry. Can you please just forgive me and forget about the whole thing? I'll make it up to you. I'll bring you coffee and whatever you want to drink. I'll run your errands for you. I'll-"

Paul cut me off by pulling me closer to him. "You and I both what you'd have to do to make it up to me," he said suggestively with a smirk on his face looking me up and down.

"But… but you're married," I said trying to think of an excuse.

"So? That just makes my job easier. Doesn't mean I can't still have a little fun," he reasoned while looking around the hall to see if anyone was watching. We were all alone. He tried pulling me towards my room once more. I struggled in his grip but he just laughed and continued to drag me towards the door which was open.

I looked around frantically for Dave, but he was nowhere to be seen. Paul pushed me into the room following closely behind and shutting the door.

Paul smirked as he faced me and picked me up off the ground carrying me over to the bed before throwing me down in the center of it. I tried to move, but he climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

"Tell anyone about this and you will live to regret it, you little slut. You understand me?"

I said nothing and glared at him.

"Answer me!" he screamed and a loud slap was heard throughout the room as his hand made contact with my face. "Not like anyone would believe you anyway. I'm Triple H, damn it. Who the hell would trust your word over mine?"

Tears instantly came to my eyes as Paul began to unbutton my blouse and left a trail of kisses from my neck to my belly button before ripping off my skirt. I yelled, but he muffled it with a forceful kiss. He sat back up with an evil grin on his face, looking down at me as he began ripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

Meanwhile, I heard Dave knock on the door yelling, "Hey, it's me. I forgot to bring a key with me. Could you open the door?"

"Damn it," Paul cursed under his breath. I yelled for Dave to help me but Paul silenced me with a rough kiss.

"Em? You okay? Let me in."

Paul sat back up and told me to get dressed. I buttoned up my blouse and put my skirt back on.

"We were just talking. You understand? Tell a soul about this, and I swear that I will beat the hell out of you and there will be no interruptions."

I nodded fearfully before climbing off of the bed.

"Now you go answer that door and tell Dave that you were just having a nice chat with me because I felt bad about yesterday."

I reluctantly walked over to the door letting Dave in.

"What the hell took you so long? What's he doing here?" Dave yelled, pointing to Paul.

"Relax, relax," Paul said calmly, patting Dave on the shoulder. "We were just talking. I felt bad about yesterday and came up here to apologize and we just got to chatting. I was having a really awful day yesterday and I don't know what came over me. But this is a great girl you have here," Paul continued, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close as I cringed and put on a fake smile. He let go and walked towards the door. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone."

Dave shut the door behind him and turned to me. "What the hell was that all about? He came over just to talk to you? I know that's a lie."

Dave grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed. "Listen to me. If he said or did anything to you, just tell me. I'll take care of it. You can trust me."

I looked into his eyes and debated whether or not to tell him. I knew if I told the truth, Dave would go crazy and beat up Paul, which could jeopardize Dave's job. I didn't want that, and I was honestly afraid of Paul when he told me I would regret letting anyone know about what happened. I had no doubt in my mind that Dave would protect me, but I also knew that there was no way he could be at my side 24/7.

"Nothing happened, Dave. I'm fine; really."

"I'm not stupid. I know something had to have happened; otherwise you wouldn't have hesitated to answer me. Just tell me, please," Dave pleaded.

"I'll tell you. Just please don't hurt Paul. I know that would put your job in jeopardy. Plus, he threatened to hurt me if I told anyone, so please, just-"

"Tell me," Dave cut me off abruptly.

"He tried to," I paused, looking down at the bed. "He tried to-"

"Just say it. Did he try to," he paused trying to think of a nicer way of putting it, "Did he force himself on you?"

I nodded in shame as Dave cursed under his breath.

"Nothing happened. I mean, I'm fine. You arrived at the right time."

"Yeah, well next time I'll just take you with me."

"Dave, I don't want to be a burden to you. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, you can? What if I hadn't interrupted what was going on? You think you could have stopped it all by yourself?"

I looked away and he immediately put his fingers under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes.

"I really care about you, okay? I know I haven't even known you for a full day, but I really like you. I just don't want your life ruined by some guy when it could easily be prevented if you just stayed with me."

I winced as he softly touched my left cheek.

"What's wrong? Did he hit you?" he asked, concerned.

"Well, yeah, but-" I was quickly cut off when Dave abruptly stood up and walked toward the door. "Dave, stop. It's really not a big deal. We'll just go out to lunch, see a movie. Just pretend this never happened. I'm fine, really, and fighting Paul won't do us any good."

Dave sighed and walked back over to me. "I'll try to keep my cool around him, but you swear you'll tell me if he ever, and I mean ever, does anything to threaten or harm you in any way. I don't care if it's something small. Tell me. Okay?"

I nodded happily as I grabbed his hands and dragged him to the door. He stopped as we got in the doorway. I lifted my head to look at him, wondering what was wrong, as he leaned down to kiss me.

As he pulled his head back up, I just stared at him smiling uncontrollably and blushing.