I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

Confessions

"A confession? What kind of confession?" Glen asked, confused. "What's this all about?"

"Maybe you should sit down. They're about to knock you right off your feet anyway," Paula said.

"Could you shut up please?" I asked her. She was really beginning to piss me off.

"Why? I know what happened. I walked in on it, remember?" she said.

"As if we could forget. You kept hinting at it all night when we were just trying to forget about it," I snapped.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Glen asked in an exasperated voice, sitting down on the couch.

"I will," Paula volunteered, pissed off because if Mark and I confessed she would lose her "dirt" on us. "Your wife is cheating on you with your best friend!"

"She's got it all wrong! She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about!" Mark exclaimed.

"There must be some grounds for her accusations. Just tell me what's going on," Glen said calmly. I winced. It was the calm before the storm.

"This morning, as you know, I fixed Jade a little breakfast to apologize for being so rude to her yesterday," Mark said. He looked at me, asking with his eyes if it was ok if he told the story. I nodded my head yes although I had no clue where he was going with it.

"Go on," Glen said, still in that eerie calm voice.

"She wouldn't eat my breakfast or accept my apology, so I got mad. I mean, I got up really early to fix that breakfast, remember?" Mark asked Glen. Glen nodded, so Mark went on. "Well we argued and she was saying some pretty mean shit so the only way I could make her shut up for once was to kiss her."

"You kissed my wife?" Glen asked in a tight voice.

"Yeah, but you gotta believe me when I say there was no kind of passion involved at all," Mark said. "I mean, no offense, but I've hated her for years and now I was trying to be the bigger person and work through our differences and she didn't want to listen so I made her listen."

"It was purely innocent," I piped up. "And it meant nothing, but Paula here walked in and took it the wrong way and blackmailed us into going on this double date."

Glen sat back and absorbed what he had just been told. I could see him slowly turning red and I knew the rage and anger would soon creep to the surface and he would start yelling.

When Glen stood up, Mark stepped in front of me protectively. "Don't hit her, man," he said.

"I'm not gonna hit anyone!" Glen yelled. He turned to Paula. "How dare you jeopardize my marriage and my friendship with the two people I hold dearest in my heart by taking something so innocent and exploiting it?" he exploded.

"I-I..." Paula couldn't make a sentence.

"Don't even speak," Glen said. "Paula, you tried to take advantage of a completely innocent situation, and for that I'm not so sure if we should let you keep your job. It's all up to Jade... Jade!" He whirled around to face me and I jumped when he called my name. "Does Paula still have a job?"

The tables had turned, and now Paula's fate, her future, was in my hands. I looked at her, at her suddenly pale face, at the way she was trembling, and I could see that she was scared. I knew she needed her job. I knew she needed the money. I wasn't as cruel as she was, and I knew I never could be.

"Paula still has a job," I answered. "Let's just say this was a big misunderstanding and never bring it up again after tonight."

"Right. Just a misunderstanding," Glen said. "Mark, Jade, we'll discuss this in a few minutes. I'm going to drive Paula home because I don't think she wants to stay here tonight anymore."

Mark and I watched Glen and Paula walk out the door and listened to the car crank up and pull off. We sat down on the couch next to each other and I looked at him.

"Now where the hell did you come up with that story?" I asked him.

"I've been rehearsing it in my head all night, because I knew it would probably come down to this," he answered. "Did I make it sound convincing?"

"You convinced me and I was there," I said with a smile. I leaned over and my lips met his for a sweet, brief kiss.

He pulled back to study my face. "Did you hear when Glen said we were the two people that he holds dearest to his heart?"

"Yeah. It makes me feel kind of guilty about not telling him the whole truth," I said.

"Guilty enough to tell him?" he asked.

"Not quite," I said, biting my lip. "With that comment he made about holding us dearest to his heart, I think it would tear him up if we told him the truth."

"That's why we can't ever tell. There's no way he can find out about us," he said in a firm voice.

"I won't tell if you won't," I said softly.

"Then I won't," he answered, and sealed our deal with a kiss.

By the time Glen got home a little while later, I was sitting on one couch and Mark was sitting on the other. We had decided that maybe we should put some distance between us, just so Glen wouldn't be really suspicious of us. Glen sat down next to me on the couch and looked at both of us.

"I've been thinking about this in the car, and I have just one question," Glen said. He looked hard at Mark. "Have you slept with my wife?"

"No," Mark answered in a neutral tone. "Why would I want to do that? That would be like... Like sleeping with you!"

Glen gave a slight laugh. "Good. I didn't think so. I don't even want to think about the two of you kissing, much less having sex," he said.

"Ew, I wouldn't want to think about it either," I said. "Mark's hips would probably start hurting and he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway."

"I doubt that, darlin," Mark said, and I just had to laugh at the indignant look on his face.

"Ok, so I'm just gonna say that this kiss was the result of emotions and tempers flying high. Crazy emotions can make you do crazy things," Glen said. We all laughed slightly. "But," he went on in a completely serious voice, "I don't want it to happen again." He looked at Mark. "You understand?"

"Of course I do. Why would I want to kiss your tart of a wife?" Mark asked.

"Why would I want to kiss your jackass friend?" I asked Glen. "Really, I don't know where those lips have been but I'm sure they've been in many places that lips should never go."

"Ah, whatever. See how much bull shit your wife talks?" Mark asked Glen.

We were back to our little "hate" relationship again.

"Oh, here we go again! Let's just forget about what happened today. I'm going to bed," Glen said, getting up and heading up the stairs. "Baby, why don't you come join me in a few? I'm having a little problem that only you can handle..."

"I'll be up there in a minute," I said.

"Good night, Mark," Glen said as he headed up the stairs. "Oh yeah, and you might wanna stay downstairs for the next few hours because you won't be getting much sleep if you're right by our room."

"Whatever. Good night," Mark replied. We watched Glen disappear up the stairs, and then Mark turned to me. "Looks like Glen's ready for some hot action."

"Too bad I'm not in the mood," I said. I looked him up and down, then licked my lips. "Let me correct myself. Too bad I'm not in the mood for him."

"Who are you in the mood for?" he asked.

"As if you don't already know," I said. I sighed. "Well, I better be getting upstairs now."

"Why the sad voice? You're about to get laid, babe."

"You mean he's about to get laid. I'm about to go and fake some orgasms," I said with a wry laugh. I walked over to the stairs, and called over my shoulder. "Because it's what I've learned to do best with him."

He walked swiftly over to me and caught my arm before my foot touched the first step. "Did you fake it last night with me?" he asked.

"Definitely not," I said, remembering how great last night had been. "I couldn't have faked it if I'd tried."

"Good. Next time will be even better," he said, and then he gave me a kiss that left me feeling oh so hot!

"Oh, now you've got me really turned on," I whispered.

He grabbed my hand and brought it down to the front of his slacks. "Feels like you've got me turned on, too," he whispered back. He gave me a light shove forward on the staircase. "Get up those steps before I take you away."

I went up the stairs. I looked back at him once before I headed down the hall. He was biting his lip hard. He gave me a little smile. I smiled back and headed to the master bedroom...

When I got in the bedroom, Glen pulled me onto the bed and started kissing me. I kissed him back half-heartedly until I got the brilliant idea to imagine that I was kissing Mark.

"I hope you didn't kiss Mark like this," he murmured as I kissed his neck.

After a while of this heavy kissing, he just stopped. "I'm so tired," he said. He looked down. "And it looks like once again, Little Glen doesn't want to play."

I sighed and laid back in the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Jade."

"It's ok."

Then all I heard were his snores as I laid there, thinking of Mark and more turned on than ever.

I laid there like that until I was sure he was out cold, and then I got up and slipped out of the room. I headed straight to Mark's room and slipped silently into the room. He was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. I could see he was still very aroused, and that aroused me even more.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered when he saw me.

"Glen... Well, he had a little problem and now he's sleep. Now it's just you and me," I whispered back.

He smiled. "Come here..."

Right before dawn many hours later, I kissed Mark on those beautiful lips once again. Then I headed back into the master bedroom and slipped into the bed next to my sleeping husband feeling completely satisfied...