Trevor: Just saw you on TV...

Rob: ...literally "just saw" because I don't think I got a single word in. I could be home right now resting up for tomorrow.

Trevor: They probably figured you and Joe make a good team so they sent you along as representation of the women's division to help him promote the premiere on FOX.

Rob: Maybe.

Trevor: Though, he could've done a better job at including you in the interview but I'm sure he wasn't thinking.

Unfortunately, she knew that Roman knew exactly what he was doing. For the last two weeks he'd barely said two words to her which made their hospital visits uncomfortable. Even when she'd ask him a question, a simple "yes," "no" or "I don't know" would be his only answer. When she said or asked something that required more, it would be a short, dry and generic reply. It got under her skin but she tried to keep it cool. She didn't need his attention...but why did it bother her so much if that was the case.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Joe?" she confronted him on the elevator ride up to their rooms.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he calmly replied which is pretty much what she was expecting, a denial.

"You don't talk to me, you barely acknowledge me even in front of the children. Why are you acting like this?"

"You basically told me to leave you alone in the car that day so you got your wish," he shrugged as the elevator dinged for their floor. He stepped off and she followed him.

"No, I told you to stay out of my love life. Outside of that, there has never been a problem getting along," she said from behind as he waved his key card over the sensor. He opened the door and she pushed her way inside. "I think I know what's really going on."

"Which is what?" he questioned, kicking his shoes off.

"Me, Trevor and our dates..."

"I don't know nothing about you, Trevor or a date," he mumbled.

"You barely use your Instagram besides posting a promotional pic so I'm not sure if you know this but when someone views a story...we can see it. Every single day I see you creeping," she said and he knew he was caught. "I started to block you especially after the way you've been acting but I knew what you were looking for and I gave it to you, posting me and him way more than necessary. It's to the point now where fans assume I'm being extra to throw the relationship in Kacy's face when she's not the target at all."

Chuckling, he sat down on the bed. "Alright, you caught me."

"There we go. Don't you feel better now that you got that off your chest," it was nice to see him smile after he sulked for two weeks straight.

"So, how's it going...with him?"

"We're just feeling each other out right now but so far, so good. We were actually out yesterday evening...but you already knew that," she snorted.

"What about last night?" he raised a brow.

"If you're trying to lowkey ask if we slept together, no, not yet. You'd be able to tell if we did. I'm sure I'd be in a much better mood than this," she plopped down on the bed next to him. "Now that we're back on speaking terms, how are you?"

"I've been better," he answered. "I like the new hair."

"How long have you been holding that in?"

"From the moment I saw that first date night picture...so two weeks."

She laughed. "Well, thank you."

"So you like this guy?"

"Yeah, he's hot, nice and has been respectful thus far. Honestly, looking at the current roster, I could've done a lot worse. Oh, and he's not married so that's a plus," she added.

"Ouch," he replied.

"Yeah, the truth tends to hurt," she shrugged.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"Yep, and speaking of tomorrow, the draft is coming soon but I'm sort of bound to you. Ric and I need this more because he wants to be able to spend time with me on the road and time with his son at home which I'm sure is something you can understand being a father yourself," she said, trying to tug at his heartstrings. "So that being said, can you maybe speak to management about separating us so we can work independently?"

"Okay, I can do that but what's going to happen if he's drafted to my brand while you're sent to the other alone? Joe, can you talk to management again to get me moved back," he mocked.

"Yeah, that's true…" she admitted with a sigh. "I guess I'll just have to let the chips fall where they may."

"If a man really wants to see you, he'll make time regardless. I did for 3 long days," he reminded.

Robyn dropped eye contact and blushed thinking about what went on during those 72 hours. "And you got in trouble for it, so that's not a good example to use, Joe. By the way, how are things at home?"

"Galina already told you."

"I know what she told me but I want to hear things from your point of view," she emphasized.

"Our point of view is the same…"

"Joe…" she tilted her head.

"What do you want me to say, Rob? That this was all a mistake, that I miss you, that I shouldn't have gone back in the first place?"

"If that's the truth…"

"And then what? Look, I'm getting sick and tired of you taunting me and trying to make me feel like shit over a done deal!" he yelled, clearly frustrated, standing to his feet. "You've made it abundantly clear how you feel about my decision but I did what was best for me and my family!"

"It's not my intention to make you feel that way and sorry if that's how it came across," she apologized.

"Bullshit! Just a few minutes ago you admitted to trying to throw your relationship in my face with the IG stories so I don't put trying to torture me about my own relationship past you at all!" he argued.

"Nobody forced you to look so how am I throwing something in your face that you willingly view? Sounds to me like you're doing that to yourself. I'm just going to go before this turns ugly, well, uglier. See you at the arena tomorrow," suddenly very uncomfortable, she stood to leave, but he moved in front of her, blocking her escape. They were standing very close...too close. Rob could feel the warmth radiating from his form, could smell his cologne. She was afraid to look up into those brown eyes, afraid of what she might see...afraid of what her own face would reveal.

"I have to tell you something. Robyn, I…no, I can't," he trailed off, shaking his head.

"You can't what?" she watched in silence as he reached out and softly, tenderly, stroked her cheek. She heard a sigh, not sure if it came from her or him. The touch of his lips on hers made goosebumps rise on her flesh. She tried to speak but couldn't form the words. She took a deep breath. This could not be happening. Not here, not now, not ever, especially with that ring on his finger. "Joe, what are you doing? Stop! It's wrong."

"I know…" he acknowledged but it didn't stop him from burrowing his face into her neck, kissing it. Her body was betraying her, consumed by a familiar heat, an almost physical ache.

They didn't bother taking off their clothes. He just lifted up her dress and slid her panties down around her ankles for her to kick off and simply unzipped his jeans. There was no time for foreplay, no time for slow, lingering touches and Robyn didn't need any of that anyhow because both were primed and ready. The pressure, the fullness of him was incomprehensible and missed. They never broke eye contact and she never made any sounds but her pussy continuously got hotter and wetter as he moved making it obvious how she felt.

His thrusting became more and more urgent as he came closer to orgasm. With each thrust his balls rubbed against her, enhancing her pleasure and driving her wildly towards climax. She locked her legs around his back and allowed her orgasm to rip through her. Her inner muscles gripped his shaft as he emptied every drop that his body could muster into her.

Neither moved, staying in position, giving each other light kisses as they recovered from the intense experience long enough for his erection to return, thick and hard inside her which sparked another round. Every nerve ending of her was on fire, fast approaching another orgasm. He pulled down the straps of her dress and placed a warm mouth over one nipple and sucked gently causing her vulva to contract as the erotic sensation coursed from her breast to her vagina. She heard the wet slippery sounds as he pumped in and out of her to a point where she could no longer hold back. Time stood still as he once again released and she followed explosively.

As her orgasm subsided, reality hit and the villainous tag team of "guilt" and "remorse" made an appearance, ripping through her conscience. She felt disgusted and humiliated by what just transpired.

Rolling from under him, she shook her head. "What did we just do? Why did you- Oh God, Joe, you just cheated and I helped you do it!"

He sat up, his expression a mix of shock and horror as the realization of the situation set in. "This shouldn't have happened. I don't know what I was thinking, actually, I wasn't thinking. Fuck, I can't believe I let it get to this point!"

"Well, you did! When our thing began months ago I refused to even touch you before I had confirmation that you were really separated and that we weren't going behind Galina's back. Now look at us! I did not want to be that girl. I'm ashamed and you should be too!" she scolded him.

Covering his face with his hands, he began cursing himself repetitively. When he dropped his hands, his eyes were screwed shut, trying to compose himself. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too but that's not going to change what's already done," she snatched her panties off the floor, balling them up into her hand, not bothering to put them back on before heading to the door. She tried to get as far away from where it all happened as fast as she could but it was as though every bit of energy was drained from her body, and it took everything she had just to make the walk a few doors down the hall. When she entered, she fell face first onto the bed. She was numb and couldn't feel any part of her body. The only comforting thought that went through her head was that whatever guilt she felt, he was sure to be feeling too so at least she wasn't suffering alone. She didn't know why that made her feel any better, but somehow it did...until she thought about Galina...and Ricochet.