After dining on my famous waffles, Adriane and I went to Orlando for a TNA taping. We weren't afraid to show our affection to each other. Why should we? We have nothing to hide. I went to the locker room, and she came with me.

"I have to go get the scripts, so I'll see you later, baby."

"Okay. Love you." I kissed her.

"Love you too, AJ." She smiled and walked out of the room.

"Oooh..." Chris Daniels piped up. "AJ's in love." I just smiled at him.

"You're damn right I am. I can honestly say I've never been happier."

"What's her name, AJ?" Chris Sabin asked me.

"Adriane. Adriane Jones." I saw Daniels' puzzled look.

"Her's last name's Nydia."

"She dropped it. Jones is her maiden name."

"Cool. I'm happy for you." Sabin said, as he left for a match.

"Whoa... you mean she's married?" Daniels was up in my face by this time, which kind of ticked me off.

"Was. Not is. She was married. Now she's with me. That's all that matters."

"I can't believe you're dating a divorced woman, AJ."

"She's not divorced, Chris, and it's none of your business."

"You mean... she's a widow?"

"So?"

"So? You're with a dead guy's wife." At that point, I just got so pissed off. I'm surprised that I didn't just sock him right there.

"Look. She has had to go through so much unnecessary pain, blaming herself for what happened. I helped her get through that. She is finally free to do what she wants. Her husband is dead. That means that after so long of torturing herself over his death, she can move on. He told her "If anything happens to me, live your life as if I didn't exist." She's honoring his wishes. Now I suggest that you be nice. For Adriane's sake. Ok?"

"Ok, AJ. I'll do it for her." He hugged me. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just be nice from now on, ok?"

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I was in the management area, checking the scripts for the athletes when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in?"

"Miss Jones? It's Traci Brooks. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Traci opened the door and walked in. I stood up and shook her hand. "Please, sit down."

"Thank you, Miss Jones."

"Please, call me Adriane. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I want a change in character. I feel like it's time to be the bad girl that's hiding inside." I nodded my head, understandingly.

"I can understand that. So, do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I want to turn on Matt Bentley and align myself with the baddest son-of-a-bitch here."

"Want to be evil, huh? Ok. Any person in mind?"

"Well, to be honest. I want AJ Styles." I just froze. You've got to be kidding me.

I sighed. "I don't know. He's playing a damn good face right now. I'd hate to end that too early. I don't even think AJ could pull off a heel. You really want to be bad? How about AMW?"

"What about Gail Kim?"

"Well, we have some options. I could feud you two, or have Jarrett scope you out to manage his boys after you turn on Matt, or you could plead with Jarrett for some real talent. I'm thinking option one would be more exciting. What do you think?"

"I want to fight. I'll take that offer." We both smiled.

"Alright. I'll talk over this with the rest of management. I think we have a deal, Traci."

"Thanks. Are you sure we can't do something with AJ?" I laughed.

"So persistent. What's your deal with AJ?"

"What can I say? When you love someone, you want to work with them."