The plane was in the air and Paul was on his way to Atlanta for Raw with the rest of the creative team. It may have been against his wishes but he was being made to do it by Laura so it was what it was. Laura. There she was again in his head. The most infuriating woman he had ever met by a large margin, especially lately. Every time he had encountered her since she had fired him from the COO position she had gotten the best of him. Every single god damned time and it was driving him insane. There was only one way to put her in her place and that was to show her who was really the boss.
"Oh Paul, how did I know this would happen?" That was what she had said. Even though it was a week ago he could picture her as though she was standing in front of him right now in that blue dress. That would be so much better than what was actually in front of him which was the back of a seat and the top of some bald guy's head.
"Oh Paul." How badly he would like to make her repeat that over and over as he pounded her. He would pound her and make her beg for more. Her black hair would cascade onto the pillow beneath her. Her stunning green eyes would plead with him. They were good at revealing her emotions and they would reveal her lust for him and then her ecstasy as he filled her like she had never been filled before.
"Oh Paul," she would moan as he looked downwards and saw her chest heaving beneath him as she gasped for breath. Her dark skin would be sweaty and moist to the touch. She would feel warm as he penetrated her.
"Oh Paul," she would gasp over and over until neither of them could take any more. Then she would scream like she had never screamed before as she came. Only when that had happened would he empty his load and that feeling would be the most satisfying in the world. There was no feeling like it. Not just the feeling of fucking a stunningly attractive woman and making her burn so hot that she was desperate for more. No, that was only part of it. If that was all he wanted he had Stephanie ready and waiting whenever he liked. She was fully, ridiculously hot and in her own way she was obsessed with him, that much was obvious.
Unfortunately for Stephanie the best part, the part that really sent him over the edge, the thing that made him obsess like this was the thrill of the chase and the thrill of having a woman that he should not. Previously it had been because he had been married to Trish but now it was even better because not only was he with Stephanie but Laura herself was married. If anything that made it twice as much of a thrill. Plus there was yet another bonus if he fucked Laura, she would belong to him afterwards. He would be able to demand whatever he wanted from her once he held her marriage to ransom. Then she would learn how to play games. She thought that she was the master but she had no idea.
Laura would be the last though. After Laura he would try to make some effort with this thing with Stephanie. She was without doubt the hottest woman he had ever met and she absolutely adored him. How many men could say that? Just fuck Laura, one amazing fuck, and then settle down, that was the plan and it was perfect.
As these thoughts ran through his head he shook it at his own stupidity. Telling himself that one more would be enough was one thing but would it? Would that really be it? He had told himself that before when married to Trish. After he had fucked Chloe from the accounts department he had said it was one off. It would not happen again. Then he had done the same after Brie Bella. She had gotten the treatment after a night in a bar after a house show when Trish had not been on the road with him. She had gone on to start a relationship with Daniel Bryan. That was a joke, how would that little troll compare to him? It was enough to raise a smile.
Then he had gotten the COO position and a secretary to go with it so she had to get it too. Then there had been some total stranger in a bar one night after another house show. He realised that he could not even remember her name but he definitely did remember the piercing she had. It was the first time he had seen one down there before. She had been a real filthy bitch too. She had been his biggest mistake without doubt. If she had known who he was she could have sold the story to anyone she liked but thankfully she had not.
All of those but especially that now nameless woman had been the final time, or so he had told himself but then he had seen Stephanie for the first time and he had been completely blown away by her. He had instantly known for sure that he would have to fuck her. Have to was accurate. There was no way that he could not have done it. She was just so insanely hot. Unlike any of the others or even his next project Laura he had wanted to continue fucking Stephanie. The thrill of the chase and that one amazing pay off fuck had been enough with the others but not Stephanie. Maybe that was some kind of backhanded compliment to her?
The first time he had cheated on Trish, with Chloe he had felt really guilty and considered telling her but with each further occasion the guilt had faded as had his attention to detail in not being caught. That was why he had been stupid enough to let those bitches Naomi and Cameron see him in action and ruin his marriage. He had been so consumed by Stephanie in that bar that he had not even given any thought to it at all.
Despite all of this he reasoned that he was not a total bastard. He had loved Trish deeply at one time it was just that it had faded in a way over time. He had gotten bored of having the same sex with the same woman. In truth he probably never should have accepted her marriage proposal, after all who ever heard of a woman proposing marriage to a man? She had been head over heels in love with him from day one and she had clearly believed without question that they would be together forever.
This was why he was still avoiding his parents, particularly his mother. They had grown to love Trish almost as their own daughter and he just knew that they would be so mad at him for how badly he had hurt her. It was grief that he did not need right now. Suddenly a stab of guilt hit him as a voice in his head reminded him that his parents were right to think that way. He had been a real no good bastard to his wife who had loved him unconditionally and deep down it must still be hurting her. Every time she saw him it must hurt no matter how much she pretended to enjoy tormenting him.
The voice continued to chip away at him, now it asked why if he felt guilty about hurting Trish when she loved him unconditionally was he setting off down the path to do the same to Stephanie? Maybe the voice was right. Maybe he should leave Laura Molinaro to her husband and focus on this thing with Stephanie. It might work out or it might not but he had led her on for a few weeks so far so he should at least try.
This new mindset could start right now if he really got serious about it. He could go find where Trish was sitting and he could apologise. It would not fix what he had done or prevent the divorce that must be close to finalisation but at least it would be a gesture. The voice told him to do it, willed him to do it. It told him that he would feel better about himself afterwards. Count to three and on three just get up and do it, it told him. That was what he did. He stood up and looked around, spotting Trish sitting alone near the back of the cabin. Having to walk slowly due to his injured knee he made his way back there.
Trish noticed his approach and he failed to read her expression as she looked at him, "What is it?" It was almost as if she was deliberately keeping her face neutral.
"Can I sit?"
It became obvious that she had expected some more attitude from him or an argument of some kind rather than an almost softly spoken question. Maybe this was the reason that she granted his request with a hand gesture to the empty seat next to her before repeating, "What is it?"
How to phrase what he wanted to say was the problem that now faced him as he took the offered seat. Trish had continued to face forward which meant that he could not meet her eyes. Therefore he followed her example of facing forwards and took a moment to try to come up with something better than what he had. The effort failed so he had to go with a simple," I just wanted to say that I know I hurt you and I'm sorry."
He had turned to face Trish half way through the sentence and could detect no reaction for a few seconds. He had considered that the most likely responses would be either a slap in the face or to be told to fuck off so he was caught off guard when Trish's bottom lip began to quiver and her voice broke when she replied, "I loved you. You were my world." Tears were already flowing by this point, "You could have stabbed me in the heart and hurt me less than you have."
The total surprise caused Paul blurt out, "You divorced me. The first thing that you said was that you wanted a divorce and then you sat there on the flight back to the office and blanked me the whole way."
It was obvious the Trish was trying to fight the tears but it was a battle that she was hopelessly losing. The pain she been keeping locked up inside of her for weeks was finally getting a release, "I wanted you to fight. To fight for us. I wanted you to plead with me not to do it. I wanted you to tell me that I meant something to you." She sobbed openly now which drew attention from those sitting nearby until Paul fixed them with a menacing stare. Some of what she was saying was tough to understand but the pace at which she spoke did not slow, "I wanted you to say Trish I'm so sorry, I love you and I can't live without you. I wanted you to say those things and to ask for my forgiveness and I would have given it to you but instead you sat there looking pleased with yourself and ignored me."
Paul attempted to cut in but he stood no chance now that he had opened the floodgates both on the tears and on what Trish wanted to say, "You know why I got this job? I went into Molinaro's office and she asked me if what she had been told was true and I fell apart. I was sobbing in front of her and she actually came around her desk and held me. That's when she gave me this trial contract. She didn't give it to me because she thinks I can do it, she gave it to me because she didn't know what else to do to try to stop me from crying."
"You didn't look like you had been crying when you walked out of there," Paul mumbled almost to himself.
"No because she wouldn't let me leave until I had fixed myself up. She said not to give you the satisfaction. Eventually I listened to my mom and dad and to my friends. They were all telling me the same thing; that you are an asshole and I'm better off without you. Hell even your mom told me that. I convinced myself that they were right, I was better off without you but then I went to serve the divorce papers on you and she opened the door. I felt so angry at her, so jealous of her too that I just swung for her. That started me off on you again. I was so jealous that she had you, my husband, the man I love. I didn't want to be without you."
"You damn near knocked her out," Paul chipped in, deliberately changing the subject.
"I expected to get fired for it but Molinaro felt sorry for me. She gave me some story about acting on instinct or something but I know she felt sorry for me. Then she had you come work for me thinking that tormenting you would help me because that's what she would do."
"It's seemed like you've been enjoying it to me."
Trish finally turned to face him and as she wiped at her eyes with a tissue that she had produced from somewhere the hurt that Paul saw in them hurt him too. He could be a real bastard at times, he knew that but he was not heartless. That was the reason that they were having this conversation. He could tell that it took a lot for her next admission to come out. She started to cry again half way through and when Paul heard what she had to say it rocked him, "I've tried to enjoy it believe me but I can't. I love you. I always will no matter what kind of bastard you are."
He had walked over here with the expectation of delivering an apology which would be thrown back in his face with a bunch of abuse and returning to his seat at least feeling a little better about himself but instead he had this. His wife, that was what she still was, was obviously between the lines begging for him to say something that indicated that he still loved her too. To say that he would leave Stephanie. To ask her to take him back. To plead with her to give him another chance. Even after learning what he had done with Stephanie behind her back all she wanted was for him to make the effort to win her back and to commit himself to her.
Minutes before he had been trying to convince himself to commit to Stephanie and now this. Out of the blue he was presented with the choice of his life. He could choose Trish who was still his wife, who obviously loved him so deeply that she would forgive him for cheating on her. He could attempt to rekindle the love that he had once felt for her and this time stay faithful. He really could do it if he wanted to.
Or he could choose Stephanie who he was in a new relationship with. She was also obviously madly in love with him, she was so hot it that was ludicrous and she obviously had a heart of gold. But could he love her in return? He certainly did not love her now, it was way too early in their relationship for that despite what she obviously thought. If he was honest with himself choosing Stephanie was a gamble. He would have walked away from his wife for good and it might end up not working out. If he chose Stephanie he would also have to stay faithful. He could not get into another relationship and then start cheating. Not again.
But there was a third option; Tell Trish that he was sorry but their marriage was over, break this thing off with Stephanie and pursue Laura no matter how long it took until she cracked and let him fuck her. She may be married but he was certain that it would happen eventually. He would get what he was confident would be the best fuck of his life and then he would have a blackmail opportunity to do whatever the hell he wanted at WWE. He would have the boss right where he wanted her. In fact he would be the boss.
There could even be a fourth option to do none of those things but that was dismissed almost instantly. What a decision to make and so little time to make it. Trish was looking at him expectantly, hopefully, waiting for him to say something. But what the hell to say?