A couple of weeks had passed and there had been no stress. Nothing like before anyway, that was all over now. John didn't work for my company any more. I'd managed not to call Rocky either, although it had been tempting a few times. It was Tuesday evening and I was putting my youngest daughter to bed when my phone vibrated against my leg. I took it out of my pocket wondering who would text at this time of day. It was from John Cena: You think you're fucking funny. You'll pay for what you have done. You knew it was a stupid idea to taunt him, why did you do it?

Even though I knew I was being stupid I quickly typed out my response: Texting threats to my phone John? Really? Smart move.

I'd just gone back downstairs and relaxed on the couch when my phone buzzed again: You think that was a threat? Just leave it! Don't reply!

For once I took my own advice. Instead of replying I mumbled, "Fuck you John."

Paul turned to me from where he was stretched out on the other couch, "Sorry honey?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

A few days later I couldn't stand it any more. I had to call Rocky. I missed talking to him and even though I'd told him not to call or text me it was starting to piss me off that he hadn't. I told my secretary that I wanted no calls and no one to be allowed into my office for the next ten minutes. I leant back in my chair and put my feet up on my desk as I called his number.

He answered almost straight away, "Hey, I thought you deleted my number!" Why would I do that?

"And yet you didn't call me?"

I caught him off guard with that, "Uh... you were pretty clear about that princess."

"Right. Sorry Rocky, it just hasn't felt like the right time to call."

He sounded apologetic, "I know you got upset when we met, but we needed to talk about... we needed to have that conversation."

I said coyly, "You mentioned some other conversations we needed to have."

It sounded like I'd triggered a light bulb to go off in his head, "Hey yeah, that's what I meant to say to you, about Cena..."That's not what I meant Rocky. God damn it.

He had continued, "I nearly sent you a text, I'm sure you heard he got arrested for drinking and driving, right?"

I was still angry that he'd blatantly ignored what I'd hinted at a moment before. I grumbled, "Yeah Rock I heard about that okay? Fantastic. Whatever."

"Don't be like that princess, I bet you'll like the next thing I heard."

I grumbled "You bet do you? Let's make a bet then. I bet that if I don't like what you tell me next I'm hanging up."

He laughed, "Queen! I call queen!"

I growled into the phone, "You're pissing me off now."

"But you didn't hang up. Anyway stop sulking and listen to me ok?"

I sighed, "I'm listening but this better be good."

I could tell he was smiling, "Trust me you'll like it. Did you know..." He'd stopped.

"Rock I'm fucking warning you."

He burst out laughing, "You're too easy. Did you know Cena's girlfriend walked out on him?"

"Say what?"

He chuckled, "You heard. He called me yesterday begging for a job and blurting out all kinds of shit."

I couldn't keep the smile off my face, "Well that really is a shame. I guess he's not so attractive when he's got no job and no prospects and he's about to get community service for a drink drive."

"Actually he admitted that he hit her. I think he was drunk when he called me, he must be hitting the drink hard."

I tried to sound as satisfied as I could, which wasn't hard, "Well there you go, I told you he was a bastard."

My secretary tapped on my door and said through it, "Are you free yet Mrs. McMahon? Your brother is on line three."

"I need to go Rocky, I'll call soon."

I ended the call and shouted to my secretary, "Put him through."

Before I answered the call from Shane I typed out a text to John again: Say hi to Nikki for me. Wait that's right, I'll be seeing more of her than you do. Steph xx

I pressed send.