The next night after the show, Mickie was knocking on Bray and Ysabel's hotel room. Bray opened with an annoyed look on his face and stared at the woman in front of him.

"What do you want?" He asked.
"I'm here for Ysabel," she answered.
"She's sleeping," he said.
"Yeah right," she said.

She pushed her way past him and entered the hotel room without permission. Ysabel came walking out of the bathroom at the same time and looked at her friend in wonder.

"What are you doing here this late?" She asked.
"You're coming with me," Mickie smiled. "Girl time in my room."
"Bray?" Ysabel looked at her boyfriend.
"Fine," he waved his hand in the air. "I don't care."

That was a lie, they both knew it, but Mickie quickly grabbed Ysabel's hand and pulled her out of the room before Bray changed his mind. She pulled her friend into the elavator and didn't speak until the door had closed and they were moving upwards.

"Slight change of plans," she said.
"What do you mean?" Ysabel asked.
"We're going up to the suite," Mickie answered.
"You rented the suite?" Ysabel asked.
"I didn't," Mickie grinned. "Someone else did."
"Who?" Ysabel asked.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. Mickie grabbed Ysabel's hand again and pulled her towards the suite. She slid the key card in the lock and when they walked in, Ysabel was met by Roman and Dean.

"No, no, no," she whispered. "Bray's gonna kill me if he finds out."
"He won't. No one here is about to tell him," Mickie said.
"And Roman bought tiramisu," Dean said.
"Way to go on blurting out things," Roman laughed. "But yeah, you want some?"

He pointed towards the table where the cake stood waiting. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.

"Looks like she's ready to devour the entire cake," Dean said.
"Can I?" She asked.

Roman laughed as he walked over to the table and cut four slices of the cake, put them on plates and handed them around. They found spots in the livingroom area, ate cake and talked. Soon a couple of hours had gone.

"So, Dean, care to show me that thing?" Mickie asked.
"What thing?" Dean looked at her. "Oh, that thing!"
"Yeah, that thing," she said.
"Sure," he said.
"Smooth, guys. Real smooth," Roman chuckled.

Dean and Mickie went into Dean's room to give Roman and Ysabel some time alone.

"You know they're only doing it to give us some privacy," Ysabel said.
"I know," Roman said. "Wanna stay in here or see my room? And that didn't sound like a pick up line in my head. Sorry."

She giggled lightly and shook her head.

"You're cute," she said. "But you don't have to act like you're interested in me."
"I'm not acting," he said honestly.

He took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. She followed him without a word into his room. She walked over to sit down on the bed while he closed the door behind them. He wasn't sure what his plans were or why she had actually followed him in there. He walked over and crouched down in front of her and took her hand. He ran a finger over her engagement ring.

"Do you love him?" He asked.
"No, I don't. I haven't for a long time," she sighed. "I fear him."

He reached a hand up to her cheek and she started shivering.

"What are you so scared of?" He asked.
"Everything," she answered.
"Do I scare you?" He asked.

She stared in his eyes and shook her head no.

"What do you see me as?" He asked.
"A man who allows me to be myself," she answered.

He raised her hand and stared at the ring.

"You can't be yourself with this on your finger," he said.

She gasped when his lips closed around her finger and felt how he pulled the ring off with his teeth. He took the ring out of his mouth and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. His eyes found hers again and she took him by surprise when she leaned forward and kissed him. He moved up from his crouched position, slowly moving her down to lie on the bed without breaking the kiss. His hand found its way under her tee and she tore her lips away from his.

"Roman!" She panted.
"We can stop," he said.
"I don't think I want to stop," she said.
"Think or know?" He asked. "Because I won't do anything you don't want to."

She searched his eyes for validation that he really wanted her and she found nothing but honesty in them. She pulled him down for another kiss, a shorter one this time.

"Do you have any condoms?" She asked against his lips.
"Yeah," he started to grin.
"I want you, Roman. I want you so bad," she said.