Joe unliked my post. He was completely clueless and unsuspecting which meant...Galina. I had both right where I wanted them. Now it was time to apply pressure.

I proofread an email before sending it out.

To: management

From: Vivian

Subject: Children

I want to be recognized as a good role model around the world. I love the charitable work that I did as Miss New York and promised to carry it on even after my reign. After my reign, I ended up here and therefore was unable to complete that duty. My humanitarian work was definitely the most important part of my job. I was also passionate about volunteer work, specifically aimed at interacting with children. While I know I'm a heel and heels aren't typically sent on these assignments, I would love to be considered next time WWE has something going on for kids in the town we visit.

Attached are a few pictures of me in action.

-Vivian.

To: vivian

From: management

Subject: Re: Children

It's great that you've taken the initiative to contact us. We would love to put you out there in communities as you are not only well educated, articulate and engaging, but also have a wonderful sense of humor and a chemistry that makes for a great spokesperson for WWE. It just so happens that we have an event coming up Friday with Roman Reigns that we'll send you on. This will require you to be on location a few hours earlier than your usual call time.

I was already on location when Joe arrived. I might be evil, but not child hating evil so I genuinely enjoyed interacting with them. Joe was good as well but of course he had 800 kids at home so that's a given. Afterwards, we huddled together with the kids to take a photo with the WWE media team.

"Now just the two of you," the photographer said.

"Okay," I replied, purposely leaving enough space for 2 people to fit in between us.

"Closer," he instructed. I inched over, still leaving a sizable gap. "Closer..."

"Here?" I ask, finally squeezing next to Joe, angling my body toward his.

"Perfect," he said, snapping the pic.

"You were really good today," Joe complimented as we made our way to the exit.

"Me? You! I thought it would be awkward since we're heel but they didn't even care," I replied as he held the door open.

"You got a rental?" he asked.

"Nah, I Uber'd here," I didn't rent cars because if I had one, it wouldn't make opportunities for what was sure to come next.

"Oh, you can ride with me to the arena," he offered.

"Cool. Thanks," I smiled, following him to the car.

"I need gas," he said, looking at the dashboard as we pulled off.

Scrolling through IG, I landed on the picture we'd just taken. 99k likes in under 5 minutes.

His phone ringing through the car speakers caught me off guard, causing me to jump. I looked at the screen. Galina. He clicked to answer.

"Hey babe," he greeted.

"So you...and Vivian...together..." I could tell by her tone that she was heated. Good.

"Yeah, we were doing a meet and greet," he replied innocently.

"Has she even been around long enough to be representing the company like that?"

"Not really but she's media and pr trained from her pageant days I assume," he said. "I really don't see the issue."

"The issue is you know how uneasy I feel about this girl and her vibe. She came out of nowhere and now she's everywhere. And I don't like how she was all up on you in the picture WWE posted for their 22 million followers to see..."

Joe looked over at me as I listened in, my mouth wide open in shock. Inside I was ecstatic. "She wasn't all up on me. As a matter of fact, the photographer had to make her get closer to me so he could get a tighter frame. Honestly, I think you're overreacting."

"What?" Galina scoffed. "Now you're defending Sam Jr. Is this 2020 or 2005 because I can't tell the difference right now. Are you sleeping with her? Was liking that WAP post really an accident?"

"What?" Joe swerved on the highway, causing the car in the other lane to honk at us. "How are you going to sit there and accuse me of cheating?"

"It wouldn't be the 1st time," she hissed.

"Are you really going to compare some shit I did when I was a young, dumb college kid to me as a 35 year old married father of 5? Hold on," he hit his signal and turned off at the gas station.

He transferred the call to his phone and got out. I could see him walking back and forth in the parking lot, arguing. This was great. I knew I'd have to drive a wedge between him and Galina in order for my plan to work but Jesus Christ this was quick. After he hung up, he pumped gas and got back inside.

Joe gripped the wheel, not able to look at me. "I am so sorry about that."

"Why doesn't she like me?" I saddened my voice.

He shook his head as we merged back into traffic. "To be honest it really doesn't have anything to do with you personally but there was a traumatic experience a long time ago that we've been reliving as of late."

"Okay, I don't know what that's about but does she not trust you? Why would she even think you'd cheat on her? She's like so pretty and what other woman can compete especially with her being the mother of your children plus all the history you share? She has absolutely nothing to worry about. You're such a good guy, Joe. As close as we've gotten, any other man would've tried to take advantage of me by now but not you. No creepy vibes, no flirting. You've been nothing but classy and the perfect gentleman. Galina legit lucked out when she snatched you up," I laughed.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Once I get home and we talk it out, it'll be alright."

"Can I catch you after the show, too?" I asked when we pulled up to the arena.

"Sure, meet me by the car," he replied.

We went inside but I had other plans, calling an Uber. I went to the hotel that most of the talent was going to be staying that night.

"Hi, how many vacancies do you have?" I asked the woman at the front desk.

"With WWE in town and their wrestlers staying here and fans coming from out of town to see the show, not many," she looked at her computer. "4."

"I'm actually a WWE Superstar myself," I flashed my personnel badge to make sure she knew I wasn't some random, especially since I had a question that she wouldn't answer for just anyone. "I'll take all 4 and distribute the keys at the arena to whoever hasn't gotten one. Also, my coworker, Joe Anoai has a room here, right? "

"Leati Anoai?" she asked, clicking around with her mouse.

"Yes, that's him," I confirmed. "He told me to make sure his room is a double."

She made adjustments. "Let him know it's been taken care of."

After that, I walked next door to the other hotel asking the same question I asked the first. "How many vacancies do you have?"

"7."

I grinded my teeth as I pulled out my card, reminding myself that the payoff would be worth it. I had to strike now while the iron was hot. I was only going to reserve 3 of those 7. With the hotel next door, booked, between now and the end of the show, 4 people would for sure take them. Now back to the arena.

We recently had a draft. It was the most nerve wracking time of my career. I have no backstage pull and I couldn't go to management and tell them I needed to be on the same brand as Roman to carry out a plot that will for sure bring scandal to WWE and likely force them to fire their top star once I was done with him. Thankfully, they kept me on Smackdown. So yeah, the lockerroom was different but it doesn't matter since I wasn't here for them anyway.

"Are you okay?" Bianca asked me after we returned to the lockerroom. She won but obviously I don't care about wins and losses.

"Yeah, why?" I questioned.

"You ran through what was supposed to be a 15 minute match in 8 like you had somewhere to be," she replied.

"Cramps. Y'all know how it is," I said, cradling my stomach, hearing the murmurs of agreement in the background.

I have no idea why I was in a hurry because technically I couldn't leave until he did. It was nerves probably especially knowing what I'd have to do tonight. What if he doesn't take the bait? He'll never want me around him again so this will officially be a bust. I'll die of embarrassment and never return to work again because what's the point when I could give less than a damn about wrestling.

After the show, I was waiting by Joe's rental when he came out with his bags.

"Are you hungry or anything? I can stop somewhere," he asked.

"Nah, I scrolled through catering before and after my match. I'm tired and my back hurts. Bianca was really stiff out there," I sucked in a pained breath.

"Yeah, I've noticed how strong she is so I can see that."

"I haven't even booked a room yet..."

"What?! That's a rookie mistake. You have to reserve at least a week in advance just to be safe," he shot back.

The lobby was clear and there was a shift change so a different woman was behind the desk.

"Leati Anoai," he said.

"Room 348. It's a double," she said, handing him a key.

"A double?" he sounded confused and I was scared he'd ask questions that would lead to me being implicated. "Eh, I'll take it."

When he stepped aside, I walked up to the desk, credit card out and ready. "Hi, I'd like a room."

"Oh, I assumed you were with him," she said. "I'm sorry but we don't have any vacancies."

"What?" I acted taken aback. "Not one?"

She shook her head. "Not one."

I turned to Joe who was looking on. "Hey, it's dark so can you walk me to the hotel next door?"

"Sure," he said, telling the woman at the desk that he was leaving his bags there and he'd be right back.

As we approached the door, I could see the same person from earlier standing there. Shit shit shit. There was no way I could go in because she'd ask me what I did with the 3 rooms I paid for earlier. "Joe, take my card. My back is killing me right now and I can't walk any further especially if it's going to be a waste if they're booked up, too."

"Alright," he agreed and I hid off in the shadows watching as he interacted with the front desk attendant. His head dropped which told me all I needed to know as he headed out.

"Did you get it," I eagerly asked. "I hope so because I need to take a pain pill, shower and lay down as soon as possible."

"Unfortunately they were booked up too..."

"Damn," I sighed. "You said I'd learn but I didn't think the lesson would come this fast. Welp, I guess you have to take me hotel hunting now."

"Look, I had a match and I'm tired too so you can sleep with me. Uhh, in the room with me," he corrected himself. I hesitated for a moment. "It's a double so you'll have your own bed and I'll have mine. I can understand if you don't want to. I guess we'll just drive across town."

"No, that's okay. It's like I told you earlier, Joe. You're a good man and I feel safe enough around you to be roommates for the night," I smiled.

Upstairs, Joe showered first and then me. I made it quick but left it running as I listened to him on the phone. He spoke to his kids first followed by Galina. It's time. Everything has been leading up to this defining moment.

"I love you. We'll talk more at home but you know me better than that. What I did in the past was fucked up but I'm a changed man now and you know that. I would nev-"

The door swung open and I stood there holding a towel around myself. "My back is feeling better already."

Joe's eyes widened with pure terror as he held the phone to his ear. "That's Viv. There were no vacancies and I didn't feel like driving around town looking for rooms. It's a double so I'm on my side, she's on hers. I know what it looks like but it's not like that. I...hello? Hello? Fuck! She hung up."

I burst into tears. "I am so sorry. If I'd known you were on the phone I wouldn't have come out especially after what happened earlier."

"It's okay...right now I just need to..." he trailed off, desperately calling her back. It rang to no answer but he tried again obsessively 16 times in a row.

"I can talk to her," I volunteered.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he shook his head.

"Look, no woman is bold enough to get on the phone with the wife if she has something going on with the husband. She'll know right then that it's not what she thinks," I convinced him.

"Well as you can see, she's not answering," he replied, attempting for the 17th time.

"Give me her number. Better yet, you call her on the hotel phone," I instructed.

He dialed and handed me the receiver. She was definitely ignoring him because she answered me on the 3rd ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Galina, it's Vivian," I said.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Put my husband on the phone. You know what, no, just tell Joe that I hope he enjoyed what you two have been doing because he's going to be free to do it from now on!" she yelled.

"That's the thing. We aren't doing anything! You have a great husband. Joe has never even looked at me inappropriately," I made sure I sounded fake. He wouldn't be able to tell but another woman definitely would.

"Girl bye if you think I believe that," she hung up, reacting just like I knew she would. If the tables were turned and I thought my husband was cheating and the bitch had the nerve to call me, I'd be enraged.

"Yeah, that didn't help," I said as he paced the floor. "And from the way she's talking, I think she's planning on leaving you."

"She's just talking," he waved it off.

"I don't know. She sounded serious but of course you know her better than I do..."

"I'm going to fight for my family. We've come too far to lose it over something I didn't even do. G just needs some time to cool down," he sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Poor guy, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Ding. He practically dived on the bed to check his messages. I was too far away to read anything but from where I saw I could see a very long paragraph. Ding. More paragraphs.

He called on speaker and seemed surprised when she answered. "Galina, baby, please..."

"I'm not your baby. That bitch is the only baby you need to concern yourself with now..." she snapped.

"There's no need for name calling, G," he said.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Now I know for sure you're fucking her."

"I'm not!" he hung up.

"Bitch?" dripped from my tongue, offended. "I gave her the benefit of the doubt earlier but she doesn't even know me to be calling me out of my name. You know what, I was about to say something but I'm going to keep that to myself."

"Please don't, especially if it's something rude about my wife," he warned.

"No, it's not really about her. I mean, well, it kind of is but..."

"What?" He seemed curious now.

"Nothing..." I zipped my mouth shut.

"Viv?" he pressed.

"I mean, if she's just going to keep accusing us of something we didn't do and is 100% convinced it happened despite both of us telling her it didn't, we might as well...do it," I suggested.

"That absolutely can't happen. Despite this predicament I find myself in, I'm still very much married and I love my family. Also, the last time I was in a situation like this with a girl that looked eerily similar to you it didn't end well. I don't want to make the same mistake again," he declined.

Gripping the towel tight around myself, I ran and stood face first in the corner. "I'm so stupid!"

He approached from behind, boxing me in. "Hey, no you're not."

"Yes I am! I should've kept it to myself like I originally said. We were building a nice little friendship that I almost jeopardized when I accidentally sent those pictures but we moved on. Then, you saw my vibrator. Now I've ruined your marriage because she thought I was trying to seduce you or something...only for me to turn around and actually try to seduce you for real. What was I thinking? I'm embarrassed!"

"It's okay..."

"No it's not!" he moved in closer and I released the towel, letting it slip to the floor. It took him awhile to notice but when he did, he froze.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, bending over to grab it. My naked ass was pushing directly into the crotch of his sweatpants and he was rock hard. I slowly turned around and we stared at each other. I could see the desire in his eyes as he tried hard to fight it. He looked down at my lips and back into my eyes. I could've initiated the kiss but this had to be his own doing so he'd have no one to blame but himself. My hands moved to wrap the towel back around myself but he stopped me. Yes!

"I want you," Joe confessed with a pained expression on his face as if it hurt him to say it out loud.

"Then have me," I encouraged and his head lowered and took my mouth, kissing me with a force like I'd never felt before. Damn, now I had to reciprocate. My head moved as I tried to take in as much of him as I could. His lips were soft, warm and inviting so that was a plus if I had to do this. His arms quickly embraced me, and his hands ran up and down my back, sending goosebumps all over my body.

Joe pushed me over to the edge of the bed where I sat. He kneeled down on the floor in front of me.

His hand snaked up my leg, caressing all the way up my knee, then, further up until he pushed my thighs apart. I closed my eyes, and let my head fall forward, allowing the sensations to roll through me. He pushed forward a little more so that his thumb grazed along my clit. I jumped, my head snapped up, and my eyes locked with his. I felt my face flush as I held his gaze. I wanted to look away but his eyes burned into mine, and I couldn't. My entire body reacted, aroused more than I wanted to admit to myself by just the pressure of his hand on my thighs, my calves, and back up again.

Scared by how easily I reacted to him, I tried to get my body to stop, even as I felt a warm feeling ease through my body. My eyes narrowed, nearly to a glare. I had to get back in control. My body wouldn't listen to me though. It was betraying me, wanting him more and more even as my mind said no. It was too late. Too late to deny that the slick warmth I felt between my legs. I'm sure he noticed the hesitation and indecision in my eyes.

"You okay? You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yeah, just nervous but I'm ready," I nodded.

"I've been wondering what this pussy tasted like since the day those pics came to my phone," he admitted.

"Well what are you waiting for?" I laid back and spread eagle, extending an open invitation to his lips.

Joe wasted no time whatsoever. Still on his knees, he leaned forward and dove right into my pussy. I was expecting him to be shitty and basically not know what the hell he was doing because it goes without saying that I don't think much of him. Boy was I wrong. He spread apart my lips making my clit pop out. Taking his tongue he maneuvered it around in such a way that I could instantly feel myself pooling with wetness waiting to overflow. Flicking his tongue ever so lightly up and down my swollen and throbbing clit, from the very tip all the way to the bottom. And just at the right time he would sneak a lashing right under my hood and that drove me insane almost to the point of squirting right then and there. This man had a tongue on him that was capable of much more than licking. He was able to fuck my cunt with this extraordinary muscle of his that it literally felt like I had a dick inside of me. Joe drove it so deep that he most definitely felt my G spot...hell, probably my H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P and all the other spots, too. I never came so hard before. When he came up from between my legs he was covered in my juices and glistening. He was drenched.

"We can't go any further..." he said.

"Why?"

"I wasn't expecting any of this to happen so I don't have a condom..."

"I do," I've been prepared for this moment since the photo incident. I walked on wobbly legs to my bag and pulled out a rubber. I came back and got between Joe's legs, took his dick into my hand and gave it a few strokes. Opening the wrapper, I placed the condom between my lips, lowering my head over his tip before rolling it down his shaft with my mouth.

Then, I got on all fours in front of him. I guess my arch wasn't good enough for him because he pushed my upper body flat on the bed and lifted my hips so that my ass was raised.

Joe drummed his dick against my exposed pussy from behind. The slap was audible and wet. "You want this?"

"Uhm hmm," I nodded my head.

"No, say it. Tell me!" he demanded.

"Yes, I want it. Please just fuck me! I need it now!"

Look at me begging for him. This was not the way I intended for this to go. I tried to replay the events that led up to his in order to figure out when he became the aggressor in all of this. I was supposed to be the one running the show. I was supposed to be forcing myself to do this and waiting for it to end.

He lined himself up. I felt every single inch going in and was enraptured by the slow, deliberate entrance. I could feel his dick's warmth radiate into me. I felt like I was in the exact place I should be.

He pulled it back and pushed in again. He pistoned into me, teaching my body to accept him with every thrust. And he slapped my ass. Hard. I moaned as pain shot through my butt. My clit twitched as he struck my other cheek.

"Goddamn your pussy is tight," he muttered.

I looked back at him. He was focused and wild at the same time. He was deliberate in his thrusts, yet the fucking brought chaotic bliss. The core muscles in his abs were straining and I could feel his breathing quicken. I looked in his eyes.

God, he was hot and I was hot for him. Just an hour ago I wasn't even attracted. Maybe it was because I knew his secret and therefore could see through the happy go lucky, motivational persona he put on in public. In bed, he was different: dirty, nasty, almost sinister which is a reflection of who I understood him to be back in the day.

His balls slapped against me with every stroke. His sweat fell onto my back as he fucked me. He was relentless and powerful. I could feel how hard I made him, how much he loved fucking me. I clenched down on him and he moaned. He was a beast with it. This was far from the dreadful chore I thought it would be. The sensations were becoming too much and I found myself moving forward for relief but Joe wasn't having it.

"Why you running from it? Take it, all of it," he yanked me back to him by the hips.

I bit down on my lip. "Joe, I'm about to..."

Before I could finish, he flipped me around and began to kiss me and fuck me missionary. I felt blunt force as he burrowed into me. My lips moved to his neck, beginning a light suckle but he pulled away.

"You can't mark me and try to be careful with your nails on my back," he said. I guess he didn't want Galina to see any signs that he'd had sex when he got home tomorrow. I was unbothered because I already knew one time wasn't going to be enough to break him. This was going to be a long game.

His back was so sweaty, my hands were slipping as I tried to hold onto him. It was heaven watching the veins in his muscles pop from the exertion of fucking me. My toes began curling. I was on the edge, I just needed a push. As if he knew, his hand moved down and began to rub tiny circles over my clit.

I moaned as my body exploded. Pleasure shot through me in electric waves. I went limp. I was achieving euphoria as my vision blurred. But I wasn't done, the orgasm had just made me hornier. I started meeting his thrust as he pounded hard, chasing his own release.

Finally, his body went rigid and he spaced out in orgasmic bliss.

He rolled over onto his back, laying on the pillow beside me. The room was quiet except for the sound of us trying to catch our breath.

I completely understand now. I don't know why I was so shocked by this turn of events. Of course he had good dick. Why else would 2 women put up with him treating them like a revolving door.

I needed more just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Using him for sex would only make ruining his life funner. Smiling, I curled into his side and drifted off to sleep.

Joe.

When I went to sleep last night I had every intention of waking up and expressing to Vivian that what happened was a bad lapse of judgement on my part and it couldn't happen again. That thought was abandoned when I woke up to her sucking my morning wood. It had to be like 6 AM.

She smiled when she realized I was awake and lowered her head, lightly kissed my swollen head, then flicked across the opening of my dick with her tongue. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Vivian then grabbed my dick at the base and slowly stroked it all the way up to the head, then back to the base. At the same time she fully engulfed my swollen head in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around it, stroking that sensitive spot right behind the head. All this while making lewd, loud, wet slurping sounds.

"I want to ride," she said, moving to straddle me, sliding down until she was sitting on my balls. Her pussy was tight, hot and dripping wet. It felt amazing, too amazing and that's when I noticed we were fucking raw. It was going to be hard pulling out of her now knowing how she really feels but I couldn't risk getting her pregnant or worse, taking something back to Galina. Vivian didn't seem like the type to sleep around but that didn't really matter. The girl with 100 bodies could be STD free while that girl with only 2 could be infected.

"We have to stop. Do you have another condom?"

"No, just that one last night. I went in for a pap last week and was clean across the board. Plus, I'm on birth control but if you want to be safe, let me know when you're about to cum and I'll get off," she assured.

Vivian began riding me, her hips grinding, her hands on my chest for leverage and her head thrown back, hair dangling behind her. Her nipples were hard and I reached up to knead her breasts in my hands. I don't know how long we kept that up, I was too lost and mesmerized by her. I felt my eyes cross as her pussy sucked my dick. I started moving my hips up to meet hers. We were both close as I gripped her waist. Each thrust of mine was met with a squeeze of her pussy. As she came, she spasmed around me, demanding I follow.

I was getting ready to let go when she hopped off and swallowed me into her mouth. Up and down, I had no other choice, emptying right down her throat. My body was beginning to relax but she didn't care, never taking her lips off my dick, sucking me back hard. I've never seen anything like her. We went at it again and then again and then again and then again. Oh well, I was already sinning so if this was my last time with her, I might as well go out with a bang.

After round 10000000, I fell back on the bed, more drained than I could remember but so satisfied. Me and Galina haven't fucked nonstop like that for hours since our first set of twins were born. I stared over at Vivian, wondering if this was my biggest fantasy come true or the biggest mistake of my life.

"Good Morning," she spoke, saying her first words today. We didn't do any talking during the act, just grunts, groans and moans.

I sighed. "Morning."

"I don't know what time your flight is but mine is at 9:45 and it's like 9:15 now," she jumped out of bed.

"Mine is at 10," I replied.

"What are you going to do about...you know?"

"I'm going to fix things the best way I can."

"That's good. You really should. What happened between us meant nothing. Also, if it makes you feel any better, she was talking like it was over so we acted accordingly," Vivian replied, heading toward the bathroom.

It didn't make me feel any better but she was right. At least I had a chance to get the sexual tension out of my system now that we've fucked. Maybe things will return to normal. "Hey, what are you going to do about the other Joe?"

"Who?" she sounded confused. "O-oh, right...him. We aren't officially a couple so it doesn't really matter."

I went into the bathroom with my toothbrush. After brushing my teeth, I went over to lift the toilet seat. As I relieved myself, I could see a peak of Vivian through the foggy shower door. She was bent over, lathering up her legs. In this position, her pussy was on full display as it dripped with cascading water. I felt myself stiffening. It took all my will power and restraint not to go in there and fuck her just like that. No! I'm not supposed to want her anymore. At least that's how I wanted it to be. I had no plans of doing this again but sadly I don't think what we shared was going to be easy to forget.

I couldn't be there when she got out, scared of what would happen. Fuck it, I'll shower at home. Quickly, I scanned the room to make sure I had everything and fled. She rode with me there but I'm sure she'll catch someone else or an Uber to the airport.

The guilt hit hard as soon as I got settled on the plane. It was unlike anything I could have ever expected, anything that I could have imagined. What was I thinking? I don't know what happened. I just got caught up. There was no way I could justify my actions. Galina didn't do anything to deserve this especially after all she's put into our marriage, all the sacrifices she's made and raising 5 children while I'm on the road. Where was this line of thinking last night? If only I could turn back the hands of time. But unfortunately, what's done is done and I was deeply ashamed of the unspeakable things that went down.

The extent of my betrayal really engulfed me as I turned the key to enter my home. I was filled with regret as soon as I saw Galina sitting on the sofa. She wouldn't even look at me. If I wanted her and my family, I needed to look cool, calm and collected. Inside I was shitting bricks.

I sat on the sofa across from her and took a deep breath through my nose. "So, about last night."

"Yeah, about it," she snapped.

"I know how it looks and if it was you with a man that kept popping up and showed up in your room, I know what I'd think but I assure you it wasn't like that. You know how I am. As a locker room leader, I care about everyone there, sometimes a little too much. Both hotels on that strip were booked up. It was late and we were both tired from matches. I didn't feel like getting back in the car and driving all the way across town to a hotel that might have also had no vacancies," I explained myself, being 100% truthful...about that part of the night anyway.

"All those women on the Smackdown roster and she couldn't find one to room with?" Galina hissed in question.

"She doesn't really have a relationship with anyone backstage besides me and Trin who's on Raw now..."

"She shouldn't have a relationship with you, period! As a married man, the only woman who should be in your room overnight is your wife. What if something happened to her in her sleep? The body was recovered from WWE Superstar Roman Reigns' hotel room. What if she claimed you tried to rape her? Why was she in there with him in the first place so something must've happened?"

I'm not a rapist and I doubt Vivian would cry rape but Galina made a very good point that I acknowledged with a nod. "You're absolutely right. But anyway, all I'm saying is nothing happened between us. It wasn't happening before the call and it didn't happen after the call, never even thought about it happening."

"Look me in my eyes and tell me you didn't sleep with her last night," she requested.

"I'm already looking you in your eyes. I did not sleep with Vivian last night or any other night. Do you really think I'd risk losing you and our 5 kids for 5 minutes of pleasure with a woman I haven't even known 5 months yet?" I surprised myself with how smooth that came out.

"No," she relented. "But that's it. In all these years I've never cared about you having a friendship with your female coworkers but I don't want you to hear about or see you around that Vivian ever again."

"Alright. It won't happen again," and it wouldn't. I didn't want to be anywhere near that temptation again. "Now I need to go shower because I just didn't feel comfortable doing that with her in the room."

"Okay," she replied, sighing. "And hey, I'm sorry for how I acted last night."

"No, you don't have to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry," more than she knows.

By some miracle, I'd gotten away with it. The best way forward now was to keep my secret. I didn't like lying but it was necessary to protect her feelings and any future we had together. But it was still a lie...and easier to do than I thought.