Chapter 15 - Please

Dean's blue eyes watched as his Samoan friend practically drug his wife out of the club. He looked at Nala who was cringing. "What the hell was that all about?" Dean asked.

Nala looked at Dean as she shook her head. "Well...um." She hemmed and hawed.

"Out with it babe. You looked like a sneaky pussy cat earlier and now you look...well I'm not sure how you look right now; so save me from having to torture it out of you." Dean teased.

Nala smiled softly. "Let's go back to the hotel. I'll explain on the way. If their fight gets out of hand. You're going to have to help him dial it back."

Their room was directly across from Roman and Ayana. Dean nodded as he got up and followed his wife out of the club.

Dean pulled out of the night club parking lot as he looked over at his wife. He watched as she pulled her hair up and clipped it; clearly it was getting on her nerves by being in her face. He reached over and took her left hand in his as he kissed the back of it. "So what's going on gorgeous?" He asked.

Nala sighed heavily as her pale blue eyes looked over at her handsome husband. She swapped her left hand and placed her right hand in his as she moved around and sat on her knees facing him. Her left hand went out and ran through his soft auburn blonde curls. "As much as I love Ayana and Roman and I love the shit out of those 4 wonderful kids they have. I need you to promise me we will never go through what they are going through. If you stop loving me and don't want me anymore you just have to give it to me straight. Don't pussy foot around it and drag me through some bullshit story of there being something wrong but you can't tell me why."

"Nal..." Dean started before Nala shook her head negatively.

"I would NEVER be able to go through what Roman is pulling her through. I don't understand how she is staying with him when he can't even open his damn mouth and tell her what's going on with him. I can honestly say I don't blame her for screwing around with someone else. After the conversations we have had between the two of us; she is so hurt right now. She is so heartbroken. She honestly thinks there's something wrong with her because he doesn't want her anymore. She thinks having the kids wrecked her body and she's ugly and unattractive to him. She feels so alone in their marriage even when he was still in the house they were miles apart."

Nala swallowed hard as she tried to keep her own tears at bay. Tears she wanted to cry for Ayana and tears she wanted to cry at the thought of her and Dean going through the same thing. "Ayana's screwing around hit closer to home than Roman was expecting and tonight he finally caught onto who it was that she has been screwing around with." Even with as much as she loved her husband Nala wouldn't betray Ayana's confidential confession of having sex with AJ.

"It's AJ that Ayana's been having sex with."

Dean just about choked on his own saliva as he pulled into the hotel parking garage. "Are you fuckin shitting me?" He looked over with wide blue eyes as she shook her head no. "Jesus Christ! No wonder Roman looked like he was ready to spit nails in that club. Watching them dance was close enough to watching them fuck. Why the hell would she screw around with one of our co-workers?" Dean asked curiously.

Nala shook her head once more. "She didn't plan it that way. She just went for a walk around their neighborhood one day and he was out jogging and they literally ran into each other. It was right when he started his contract negotiations with WWE; before they even considered putting them in a storyline together. One thing led to another and they started secretly meeting up and...yea."

Once they got into their hotel room they could hear the yelling coming from Roman and Ayana's room. They were both glad the kids were with Roman's brother. Dean sat on the end of the bed and watched as Nala paced around. The yelling got louder and then suddenly it just stopped. Dean could tell Nala was worried about Ayana. He reached out and snagged his wife by the hips and pulled her down onto his lap.

"Don't worry Roman wouldn't dare lay a hand on her; he was taught better than that. Screaming and yelling is about as much as we will ever hear coming from them." Dean reassured her.

Nala nodded. "I know Roman would never harm her physically. I just don't like the fighting."

Dean ran his index finger along her jaw. "Didn't you tell me I had to promise you we'd never go through something like that?" He watched as she nodded. "I can't promise we won't fight, because hell we've done that plenty of times. Hell half the fun of fighting with you is the make-up sex we get down to afterwards. Shit I look forward to fighting and make-up sex with you for the rest of my life. You won't have to worry about us ever going through something like that because you know my moods; hell you pester the fuckin shit out of me until I tell you what my problem is."

Nala smirked. "Do you think I can teach Ayana how to pester the shit out of Roman until he talks? Ya know, since I'm so good at it."

Dean chuckled. "Absolutely. Though I think in Roman's case we would have to - I don't know tie him to a chair or bed and have Ayana torture it out of him. I don't see big cat giving in too easily. " He chortled. "Look Nala I love you. I'm in this for life. To me marriage is like a prison sentence; and no I don't mean it's because I'm stuck in one place doing the same thing over and over. I mean when they sentence you to life that's what you get. You get a life that makes you look at all the shitty and stupid things you could be doing, but instead you get life with a beautiful woman. Who at the end of the day knows all your shit but doesn't take your shit."

Dean nuzzled the side of her neck. "There is nothing that is ever going to happen between us so bad that I won't want you anymore. Roman is my brother and I love him as such, but he is very stupid for putting his wife through all this unnecessary bullshit. I love you. It's you I married; it's you I want forever."

The smile that graced her lips and lit up her face was enough for him to know she understood. "Feel like a shower?" He asked with a smirk.

"Please..."

Roman's knuckles were turning white as they gripped the steering wheel of the rental. If he wasn't careful he was going to rip it off the steering column and throw it out the window and then they were going to crash. Roman wasn't pissed because Ayana danced with AJ. Everyone was dancing with everyone else's girlfriend or wife.

Roman was pissed off because of all the people Ayana could have been screwing around with it was someone he considered a friend and a mentor; hell he was actually starting to think of AJ Styles as a brother much like he had Dean.

The way AJ's hands were gripping her hips and twirling his wife around the dance floor. The way their chests were pressed together. He could tell by the way AJ was looking at his wife; there was something there. His wife was facing away from him so he couldn't see anything written on her face, but the hushed whispering from what looked to be an intense conversation was what really caught his attention.

Ayana kept her mouth shut but kept her eyes on Roman's hands; his hands readjusted on the steering wheel once more and she knew his grip was tightening again. If he kept that up he would have to get a pair of pliers to pry his fingers from around the steering wheel. She loved dancing so much and it had been SO LONG since Roman had asked her to dance or even just initiated it. She knew dancing with AJ was a bad idea, but dancing took her mind off the lack of a love life she had. Even dancing with AJ she still only had one man on her mind.

Roman.

Roman threw the rental into park and killed the engine once he pulled in the hotel parking garage. Ayana didn't even say anything or wait for him to get out and open the door which was the norm for Roman, he was nothing if he wasn't a gentleman. Ayana got out and closed the door as she walked through the parking garage.

Roman exhaled slowly as he pulled the keys from the ignition and got out. He was going to have to keep his temper in check or this fight was going to get hotel security called on him. He knew there was going to be a lot of yelling, he just had to keep it at a minimum. He followed Ayana through the hotel to the elevator to the fifth floor; where he unlocked the door and let her walk in first before he made sure the door was closed.

"You wanna tell me what the fuck you were thinking fuckin around with one of my co-workers?" Roman's menacing voice asked as he tossed his wallet, cell and rental keys on the desk in the room.

Ayana sat down on the couch as she unzipped her boots and pulled them off. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

"That's a pretty vague fuckin answer." Roman growled. "You wanna try again?" He probed.

"What do you want me to say Roman? You knew I was sleeping with someone else the same time you were. What? You can fuck a co-worker but I can't?" She asked in a snarky tone.

"I don't care who you fuck as long as it isn't one of my co-workers or friends." Roman warned. "Haven't you ever heard of using a fuckin vibrator or a dildo?"

"Haven't you ever heard of a pocket pussy?" Ayana shot back. Her mouth was going to piss him off but at this point she didn't give a shit. "Why should I be forced to use toys when you have a life size Barbie doll to screw around with?"

"Why did it have to be AJ? Of all fuckin people - he's been mentoring me and I was just starting to consider him a friend and almost like a brother and now months later I find out that you've been screw him this whole time." Roman shook his head. "It's almost as bad as find out my brother or one of my cousins was getting in your pants."

"What do you want from me? You are the one who chose to stop participating in this marriage; yet you don't want a divorce. Should I just pretend were not married anymore? Or we could live in separate homes for the rest of our lives but stay married for the kids. You don't want a divorce but you clearly don't want me either so you tell me what you want me to do." Ayana practically begged.

"I want you to stop whoring yourself out to my friends and co-workers." Roman growled out. He went silent as soon as the sentence left his mouth. He should've never said it but he was pissed.

Ayana had been standing by the window as she picked up the hotel coffee mug and threw it across the room. "You son of a bitch!" The coffee mug whizzed past Roman's head and shattered against the wall behind him. "How dare you! You haven't touched me in 2 years and I'm the whore. You're fucking an engaged co-workers and I'M THE WHORE?"

"Why do I have to be the bad guy here Roman? Why? Because I started screwing around before you? Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass you'd see just how lonely I've been. You are my husband. The only person I want to be fucking is you. We've only been together for 15 years, we shouldn't even be having issues in the bedroom until were well into our 70's. Hell by then you won't be able to get your dick up and you'll be taking Viagra; but at least by then you could pretend to still want me." Ayana sighed softly. "You don't even pretend right now. I didn't stop loving you, I damn sure never stopped wanting you either. But you cut everything off; touches, kisses - real kisses, you stopped everything. You have no idea how much I just want you."

"Yea I could tell how much you wanted me tonight while you and AJ were practically dry humping on the dance floor." Roman scoffed. "I was surprised you two were able to keep your fuckin clothes on."

Ayana walked over as she stood in front of Roman. "Yea? Well at least he wants me. At least he wants to touch me and have fun with me. If you haven't gotten some kind of amnesia from getting your head bashed in with a chair from work; you should be able to remember that I used to dance like that with you too you asshole."

"Why did you even come this weekend if you were just going to throw AJ in my fuckin face Ayana?" Roman growled down at her.

"It was never my intention to throw anyone in your face. I came because our kids like to support their father at the four major events. I came because I love to watch you kick ass in the ring. I came because I was really hoping for once my husband would talk to me. I just want you to tell me what is wrong Roman. You moved out of the house like a coward so you could 'think'. But I know you; all you've been doing is working and going to the gym. We are not any closer to fixing us then we were a few weeks ago when you fuckin left." Ayana shook her head. "Eventually you're going to have to tell me where we went wrong and what happened. I already told you I can't fix us without you and you refuse to talk to me. Talk to me Roman...Please."

Ayana grabbed Roman's hand. "Please Roman...Please."