After spending a few days at the bottom of a bottle Paul had finally decided to get himself sorted out and now as he arrived at the arena for Raw he was not feeling too bad considering everything that had happened in the past week. This was not to say that he wasn't angry because he certainly was.

He was angry with Trish, she had let him know via text message that she was filing for divorce and she was taking the house and everything else that she could possibly get from him. He had only been with Stephanie once and this was what she did? What about a second chance? What about trying to figure their problems out? The leaching bitch only wanted to take the house and the money, that was what this was about and she would get it too. He was realistic enough to admit that it was inevitable. Now he was going to have to buy somewhere else to live and he was earning half the amount he had been previously thanks to a bitch he was even angrier with than Trish.

He was even angrier with Laura Molinaro. She actually fired him for this one mistake. She could have given him a warning or a suspension, anything. She certainly did not have to instantly fire him. He hated that woman more than anyone else on the planet for doing that and what was worse was that he knew she was not going to leave it at that. He knew that he had made a mistake when he had given her a bunch of abuse and back chat. Everyone knew she was the kind of vindictive bitch who would remember something like that until she got the chance to get payback. Hell, she had told him at the time that she would do. He would keep his mouth shut around her now that was for sure. Also she had given Trish the job as Head of Creative. Why on Earth had she done that? He genuinely did not understand it. Laura knew as well as everyone else that Trish had no real talent for it and that she should be a trainer for the divas or something instead. The whole thing was ludicrous.

Both of the miserable bitches would be here in the arena tonight too. Hopefully he would not encounter Trish but he would have to encounter Laura as they were going to have to work a segment together in the ring. With a sarcastic laugh to himself as he walked into the arena he figured that making it believable for the cameras that they hated each other would not be hard to do. He would be out there with her in character complaining about losing his position of power when he had also lost it in reality. The smug bitch was going to love that, he knew that already and it made him so angry just imagine the little smile that he knew she would give him.

There was another woman who would be in the arena tonight and involved in that segment and he was not sure what would happen when he saw her. Where did he stand with Stephanie McMahon? He had originally thought that maybe she had been the one who told Trish about their encounter in the hotel room but then Laura had mentioned getting confirmation from Stephanie first hand so that did not really make sense. Someone else must have seen them. Paul now regretted the way he had treated Stephanie that night, he had fucked her, unloaded into her and then pulled out before she could even come herself. That was a serious dick move, as was telling her that he was going back to his wife. Stephanie could be justifiably angry with him when he saw her and she probably would be. What an utter disaster.

The fact that she was angry did not really concern him in itself, it wasn't as if she meant anything to him, he just wanted to fuck her some more. She was just so hot it was untrue. The next time she would get his best performance, that was for sure. He reached his locker room and was a little surprised that he had been given it. He no longer merited an office for obvious reasons and he had expected Molinaro to make him change in the main locker room with most of the other guys. Actually why hadn't she done that? Those kind of petty mind games seemed like just the kind of thing that she would go for. Putting the best wrestler in the company in with the nobodies was just her kind of small minded bullshit.

He had not been in the locker room long when there was a knock on the door. He had only had time to unpack his bag and take a quick drink. Who was this now? "Don't let it be Laura or Trish for god's sake," he mumbled to himself.

Stephanie McMahon was miserable, there was no other word for it. She had been totally blanked by all of the other divas in the locker room as she changed into her suit, her attire for her role as General Manager. If the dirty looks she got from the other women were supposed to be hidden from her then they had been hidden badly. Everyone in the divas division hated her and for what? Jealousy that was obviously it. Paul Levesque liked her and they were jealous of it. The hottest guy on the roster had feelings for her, not any of them and they hated it.

What Stephanie did not understand was why he had told Trish about what had happened between them. What a stupid thing to do. That must have been what happened because she had not said anything to anyone herself and now Trish was divorcing him, everyone in the locker room knew that. They also knew that he had lost his job as COO when Laura Molinaro found out about it. Firing him seemed way over the top to Stephanie and she had been given a reprimand herself by someone from talent relations. Why had Paul not just kept his mouth shut? She decided to go ask him. There was no need to feel nervous around him any more she thought with a smile, he wasn't her boss now.

Gladly leaving the locker room full of jealous bitches Stephanie headed for Paul's locker room. It would be nice to see a friendly face. It only took her a minute to find his locker room and she knocked on the door. As she waited for a reply she suddenly had a worrying thought. What if Paul blamed her for losing his marriage and his job?

As Paul walked over to open the door he eliminated Laura as a possibility for who it could be. That egomaniac would have him summoned to her office if she wanted to give him the good news again, not come knocking on his locker room door herself. Maybe it was someone summoning him to her office? By the same token what the hell would Trish come to him for? To throw abuse at him? He doubted it. His eyes widened as he opened the door and saw Stephanie McMahon standing there wearing a suit. It was a crappy suit but even so she looked incredible in it as she smiled and said, "How do I look?"

Standing aside so that Stephanie could enter the locker room Paul said honestly, "Amazing. You look amazing." He was already fighting the urge to fuck her again as she breezed past him and his nostrils filled with her perfume. As he closed the locker room door Stephanie turned to him and asked, "Uh... Paul? Why did you tell Trish about us?"

Paul's eyes narrowed in confusion. Was she for real? She actually thought he had fucked her and then gone back to his room and told Trish? Why the hell would he have done that? "Are you serious?" He asked incredulously.

Seeing the expression on his face and hearing the way he posed the question Stephanie realised that it was not Paul who had told Trish. Time to cover her own ass quickly in case he thought it was her, "Well if it wasn't you and it wasn't me then how did she find out?"

With a shake of the head Paul admitted, "I don't know. All we did was have a drink in the bar and then head up to your room."

As he was speaking it clicked into place in Stephanie's head, "Those bitches."

"What bitches?" Paul asked in confusion.

Angrily Stephanie said, "Naomi and Cameron. I was talking to them in the bar when you walked in. They accused me of uh... being with you to get this storyline. Then you walked in and I clean forgot they were there. They must have sat there watching us the whole time."

Paul knew that she was right. He remembered now seeing Stephanie talking to the two other women when he had walked into the bar. He too had forgotten about them being there. He had been too busy thinking with his dick that was why. They must have told Trish at breakfast the next morning. Then he made the next leap, one of them must have called Molinaro and made a complaint about him. How else would she have been on the phone ordering him back to the office that quickly. God damn it, those two had fucked him up good. Why were the women in this place all complete bitches? Apart from one at least. He shook his head in frustration, "You're right, it was them. God damn them. I lost my job and my marriage because of them. One fuck in a hotel room..."

No longer feeling the sense of nervousness around the man that she assumed had feelings for her Stephanie said slyly, "And it wasn't even a decent fuck. I didn't even come. You owe me."

She was a little taken aback by the angry tone of the response, "Let's get something straight. I owe you shit. You owe me. You're where you are now because of me and it cost me my marriage and my job. You owe me Stephanie. Having said that if it's a serious fucking you want name the time and the place."

It was Paul's turn to be taken aback as he saw a new Stephanie McMahon for the first time. The nervous, almost timid young woman was gone, even if only temporarily as she walked over to him and grabbed the front of his shirt in her right hand and pulled him towards her as she said in a commanding tone, "Right now, Triple H's locker room."

Who was he to argue with that?