Yes, I am still alive! I know it's been a few months since I posted a chapter for this story. You can literally and figuratively blame AJ for that one...I've been write my stories with him in it! xD

Things start to progress in this chapter and it gets crazier as it goes along! I want to thank JustCherry73 for letting me borrow Leslie. She's contributed a lot to this story and it wouldn't be what it is without her help and input! I love you sooo much girl! Behind JustCherry73, I wanna give a shoutout to GoldenGirl1920 and wwechristina for your continued love and support! Love you girls!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I only own Lucy and the storyline. JustCherry73 owns Leslie. Everyone else owns themselves! lol

Enjoy!

Leslie POV

I can't believe it's already morning. Jesus! I barely slept a wink last night, if at all. Way too much happened yesterday and not enough time to unpack it from my mind. So much to do today…and tonight! Checking the mirror to make sure I do not have bags under my eyes, I splash cold water on my face and ready myself to head down to the banquet hall.

Yesterday was almost a disaster. But fuck me, it was such a beautiful disaster! I shiver thinking about the kiss Drew and I shared by the waterfalls. Oh god, that man can work miracles with his mouth! His tongue is perfect and I can't help but fantasize about how it would feel down in my most intimate feminine part as he eats me out. And how he touched me there! His fingers were so soft and gentle but so commanding at the same time. Like the real goddamn man and King he is!

I dreamed about our whole exchange when I was able to sleep. Except in my dream, I didn't stop him. I let Drew make hard, passionate love to me. Our bare bodies, damp with sweat, glistening under the sun in the grassy meadow fucking nonstop by the water. His mouth and hands all over me, showing me how much he loves me with every kiss, touch, thrust, stroke and orgasm. I ride that large cock rough as his hands fondles my bare breasts. The loud echoes of our moans and screams ricocheting off the hills through the valley as he takes me from behind.

I have to stop thinking about this! None of this becomes a reality unless I exposed Lucy for what she is! Snap out of it, McLean! As I leave my chamber, as I reflect on the prior day's events, I was made aware of what exactly is at stake when I arrived back at the castle. Seeing that ungrateful harlot have the balls to run up and kiss him after what we had shared a few moments before made me want to vomit. And I remember I will have to spend the damn day with her decorating for the party. I roll my eyes thinking about how I have to play nice with this bitch. But the end is in sight. Tonight! All this bullshit ends tonight!

I am scared out of my thoughts when, not paying attention to where I'm walking, I turn the corner and run into the mountainous chest of Drew. I scream, then I laugh as I fall on my ass when I bounce off of him. He chuckles when he reaches his hands out to help me up, "Sweet! I'm so sorry! Are you OK? You sure know how to make an impression on me."

I take his hands with a self-deprecating giggle and allow him to haul me up off the floor, "Yes, thank you. Oh, don't mind me. I have plenty of padding on this big arse to keep any permanent damage from happening." He pulls me up and our bodies are touching. Not even a sliver of parchment separates us and my breathing becomes labored.

I make the mistake of looking into his eyes and they are burning with a blue fire right into mine. Oh, you goddamn Scottish god of a man! Please carry me back to my chamber and fuck me hard! In the bed, on the floor, against the wall, make me kneel for your cock and pound me from behind…I don't care! If I can't walk after? So be it! I would never need to walk again with your sexy ass in my bed! I wanna suck you off so bad, I can taste it! I get wet just thinking about you. My pussy is all yours; I'm all yours! I love you, Drew!

Drew POV

Oh, my Sweet! You have no idea how much I want to squeeze that luscious round arse with my bare hands and watch it bounce as I pound that sweet pussy of yours from behind with my cock! I need to be inside you so bad! I can just feel those honied walls clamp around me as I make you cum! I want to claim all of that tempting body as my own! Every delicious inch of you! To hell with everything and everyone else! You are mine! I love you and I need you, my Sweet!

I have to put this thought away for the moment. I dreamed of that very scenario last night, taking her from behind and listening to her screams of my name sound like a beautiful love song. I've dreamed of this beautiful woman every night since she walked back into my life, and it is starting to drive me insane not being able tell her and show her how I feel. But I shrug, run my hands through my hair and say, "Hey Sweet, listen… about yesterday, I…"

She interrupts me with a sigh as her green eyes water up, "Drew, I told you there is nothing to forgive. I will never regret what we did. It just can't happen again. You kissed me and it was this beautiful, sweet moment that we shared and I will always treasure that memory. But you kissed your wife with the same mouth just moments later. And you should! You have a duty to her and your kingdom. I will never come between that no matter how much we want each other. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to meet Lucy for party preparations. I'll see you tonight"

She practically runs down the hall to get away from me. I know she's right. With Sheamus departing back to Ireland in three days, maybe it will be for the best if Leslie leaves with him. NO! I will never allow that to happen. I can't live my life without her! I love this woman and I will never give her up! Leslie is the love of my life and I'll be damned if anyone will stop us from being together!

Goddamn it, I don't know what I'm going to do. The idea of Leslie and I being parted again is driving me insane. As I make my way for a meeting for Sheamus and Randy, I know I am running out of time. I have to make a decision. Do I do the right thing and make a real life with Lucy? Or do I do what my heart truly desires: everything in my power to make Leslie stay and make her mine?

Leslie POV

As I walk away from him towards the banquet hall blinking away tears, that exchange with Drew has me shaken and rattled again. Who am I kidding? That man has me shook and rocked my world since the day I stepped a toe back inside this castle! Hell, make that since we were children! It would be so easy to just give in to what we both want and sate our desire for each other. God knows I want that man to fuck me within an inch of my life and then fuck me even harder!

But then what? Would I become his mistress? The King's dirty little secret? I know that would never be his intention, but that is all we could possibly have with that goddamn tramp still as his Queen. As much as I love Drew, and want him so bad I can feel him inside me, I deserve better than to be his whore or a home wrecker. I have to stay strong, but it is becoming so much harder to resist that Scottish god of a man. The things I dream of him doing to me makes feel tingly and ready for him to fuck my brains out.

But I am woken from this erotic thought by…UGH! Speaking of whores…GAG! I try to not throw up in my mouth and roll my eyes when I enter the banquet hall. Lucy is overly excited to see me arrive to start the party preparations. She squeals as she runs up and throws her arms around me exclaiming, "Oh Leslie! I'm so very happy to see you! Thank you for allowing me to help you plan this special occasion!"

I am taken completely off guard by this show of affection. I reluctantly hug her in return (I'd rather choke your goddamn lights out with my bare hands for what you've done to Drew, you dirty cunt!) and say, "Well, it's your home. You should have say-so in this process." As we come apart, I say, "OK let's get this started!" (I want away from your nauseating presence as soon as fucking possible!)

About a half hour into our tasks, Otis comes in from the kitchen with a plate. He asks me, "Miss Leslie, which of these green colorings would you like on King Sheamus' cake?"

I consider the options and point to the middle one, "This one. It's the closest to emerald and I want the King to be reminded of Ireland as much as possible. I know he's been feeling a touch homesick these last couple of weeks and this will help a lot. How are those meals coming?"

Otis says as Lucy looks at our exchange, "It's great! Those recipes you gave me are perfect. But I'll be making those wild cherry tarts just for you, Ma'am!" He gives me a knowing wink.

I blush and say, "Thank you so much for everything, Otis. Just a couple of things. Be sure you make enough food for you and the entire staff to enjoy as well as the guests. And please stop calling me Ma'am or Miss. It's just Leslie to you. I don't stand on ceremony with my own king, so I don't expect you to do it for me."

He smiles and takes his leave. Lucy looks in shock and says, "Wow! You really know how to do all of this stuff!"

I shrug and ask, "All of what?"

She sighed, "You know how to talk to everyone and put them at ease, whether it's the help or a king. I need you to teach me how to do this whole Queen thing. How to be a lady. And you're so good at all of this party planning. I'm so clueless about everything."

Are you fucking serious? You really think I would help you be in the position I've longed to be in my whole life? How to be Queen? How to be a lady? How about not fucking around on your husband? You know, the goddamn King of Scotland! That's a start, you slut! I tell her, "The staff is no less human than I am. I don't treat anyone differently, if their royalty or a beggar. Common kindness and empathy have always been my rules."

I look up at the ceiling and then down as I deliver to her a hard truth, whether she wants to hear it or not, "And I'm sorry, but I can't teach you how to be Queen or how to deal with men of power. It's not something you can learn. Either you're mentally equipped to deal with them and their massive egos or you're not. I've just been around it my entire life, whether it's here in Scotland or Ireland. I just know how they think."

I soften a little as I talk about the two most important women in my life, "And it's been my duty to put on parties since childhood. I helped my mother plan ours we would have in our home. And I always loved to assist Queen Angela prepare for her exquisite royal balls, even helping her in the kitchen. I never considered anything below my station, just like her."

Lucy goes back to making decorations and says, "You really seem to know how to deal with Randy. I've never seen him so frazzled than when you put him in his place. Why do you guys always seem to butt heads?"

I'm trying really hard to not blow my top, but Lucy is trying my patience. This bitch! She is really asking me about the man I caught her fucking under her husband's roof! She really is either damn clueless or heartless about her fucking around on Drew! And about my supposed best friend, the same one that tried to drug and rape me the other night! All of this has my dander up as well.

I simmer my temper and shake my head, "That's just the way things have always been between us. Randy has never been able to handle a woman with brains and intelligence. He's threatened by any female who shows no fear to him or doesn't throw herself on his dick. But I guess when you come from nothing and gain a lot of power, it can go to your head. They think they can start treating people like they don't matter." Like you're doing to Drew, you ungrateful slut! Way to repay his kindness to you!

Lucy stops what she was doing and says, "What do you mean? Randy comes from royalty like Drew, does he not?"

I raise my eyebrow as I finish making my last flower arrangement and say, "I'm not sure what he has told you about his life, but Randy's parents were poor beggars. His father was abusive to both Randy and his mother. She died of consumption after being forced by him to sell her body as a prostitute so they could eat. We met Randy while playing in the village one day and we, especially Drew, took a liking to him. His father was dying and the King, as a favor to Drew, took Randy in and brought him to the castle after his father's death. They set him up in the castle, taught him how to fight, how to be a man. The reason why Randy lives in this castle and is in charge of the army to this day is because of Drew's kindness and loyalty."

Lucy gasps and looks down, "I had no clue about any of this. Drew really has a kind heart."

I agree, even though I am ready to punch her dead in the face, "Drew is beyond kind. He's the greatest person I've ever known. We've been best friends our entire lives. Our fathers were best friends, so it just seemed natural that their kids would be close. Thick as thieves, as he always said. But as close as they have been, Randy has always felt inadequate to Drew. I don't know if it's the fact that Drew is King and he's not, or just his own feeling of insufficiency due to his early childhood. But he always tried to take everything away from Drew, even as kids. Randy may have always been my best friend as well, but I will always support, defend and be loyal to Drew. No matter the circumstance."

I start to place the table runners when I lament with sadness, "Honestly, had young Prince John lived, Randy would never be in the position he's in now. Bless his poor, sweet soul."

Lucy looks confused and asks, "I'm sorry, but who is Prince John?"

I look at her, "John was Drew's younger brother. Did he not tell you about him?" She shakes her head in silence and I continue, "I shouldn't be surprised. It's a very painful subject for him. John was a year and a half younger than him. Drew took being a big brother very seriously. He adored, doted on and protected John. I did as well. They were so cute together."

She asks me, "What happened to him?"

I hesitate at first, "I really don't know if it's my place to tell you. It's a very painful memory for me as well. But, since you are his wife, you should've already known anyway. When John was four and Drew was six, John fell in the river and drowned."

Lucy gasps in horror, and I have to fight back tears, "Drew jumped in to try and save him, but at that young age, he wasn't the strongest swimmer either. King Duncan jumped in to save both of them. Drew was fine, but it was too late for John. Drew held so much guilt for not being able to save him. I tried to comfort him as best as I could. I was close to John's age myself. But I really think meeting Randy, given the situation he was facing in his young life, it gave him the chance to save his brother all over again. That's just how Drew has always been."

She absently smiles, and I sincerely hope she is sufficiently feeling a shit ton of guilt for her bullshit. And selfishly, I love the fact that I know so much more about Drew than her. But most of all, I hope I make it clear to her where I stand. Even if I do not wind up with Drew, no matter how much that thought kills me, I will not allow what they are doing to Drew to go on. After a moment, she asks, "Can I ask you a question? Why does Drew call you Sweet? It seems like a pretty personal name for just a friend."

Even though I really want to tell her it's none of her damn business (Jealous much?), I smile and say, "Ah! That comes from my lifelong love of sweets. Chocolate, fruit, but especially the wild cherry tarts Drew's mom used to bake for me. The ones Otis makes are really good, don't get me wrong. But nothing can compare to the love and care Queen Angela put into them."

Lucy hangs her decoration and looks at me, "I wish I had met her. Drew doesn't really talk about her much. What was she like?"

I can't help but blink away a tear from my eye thinking about that dear woman and say as I place the last table place setting down, "It doesn't surprise me that he rarely speaks of her either. Just like John, he was very close with his mom and I can only imagine the hurt he still feels with her passing since I wasn't here when it happened. Angela McIntyre was the most wonderful, beautiful, sweetest woman I ever met. She was just like her son in that respect. She treated me like I was the daughter she never had. I loved her so dearly."

Lucy nods in understanding, "I'm sorry if I made you sad asking about his mom and brother. There's just so much of Drew's life I've not been a part of. In fact, I… Never mind."

I say, "No, go ahead and ask."

She looks uncomfortable and says, "Well, Drew doesn't seem to be interested in talking to me much at all lately about anything. He's always off with you. And that's OK and all. I'm happy you two are catching up. But when he comes home, he barely notices I exist. He doesn't talk to me much at all anymore. Or anything really. It's like he's withholding his affections from me."

If you only knew what he did to me yesterday… I can't resist this dig in my own mind and yes, now knowing that it's me that Drew desires makes me grin internally. But this is an honest question given the situation, "Is there are reason why he should?"

Lucy doesn't think I don't see her eyes widen with that query. Oh, but I do see it! She looks at me and asks, "Does he talk about me at all with you?"

I shake my head, trying not to smirk in satisfaction, "Not much. He's told me how he met you and the terrible situation you were in before he rescued you. From abuse and poverty to the Queen of Scotland and wife of the most wonderful man in the world. You might be the luckiest woman on the face of the Earth, Lucy."

I smile like I'm being sincere, but it's because I'm thoroughly enjoying that stricken look on her face. I change the subject. "I mean, you are very charitable yourself. You got Drew to hire Allen as the stable boy when he had nowhere else to go. That was very nice of you."

Lucy looks like she is sweating after I mention Allen and she faintly smiles, "Thanks. I appreciate that."

I say, "I love horses myself. I've been riding since I was a wee lass. Nothing like an exhilarating ride through the Scottish countryside to give you a new perspective. How have your rides been lately? Lucy, is there something wrong?"

She fumbles over her words, "Um, no. They are fine. But… I noticed yesterday that Blaze has some ugly marks on his legs and hind quarters."

This catches my attention quickly, "Marks? I noticed some marks on both mine and Drew's horses. I asked Allen to keep an eye out on the poor babies. Has he said anything to you about it?"

She shakes her head, "No, nothing about that." She's trying to play it off but it's obvious that I have hit some nerve. GOOD! I hope I hit every goddamn one of them! You will not let you get away with hurting Drew! But wait, she got all sweaty when I mentioned All.. Wait a damn minute! He came out of the stables all sweaty and shirtless yesterday. And the way they kept looking at each oth… Oh my god! Is she fucking the stable boy too? Jesus Christ, is her rotten hole never satisfied?

Lucy is looking flushed and desperate to change the subject when she asks, "I hope you don't think I'm being forward saying this, but you are so beautiful. Do you have a special someone back in Ireland?"

Now, it is my turn to sweat. I give her a wistful smile and shrug, "Well, I appreciate the compliment. But no, there is no one special there. The man I love…well he got away from me. More like, we were kept apart."

Lucy considers me and says, "That's a shame. Maybe you will find a new love. Or, maybe you and your true love will find your way back to each other and reunite. I really hope so."

Oh, we have found our way back to each other. The man I love is the same one you're fucking around on! That should be MY ring and Drew should be MY husband! And I pray he will be after I expose you two cucking shit stains! I just shrug and narrow my eyes, "As Queen Angela always said, if it's meant to be, it will happen. She also used to say that everything, whether great or treacherous, will be revealed with time."

After another two hours busy with party prep and conversation, we start to finish things up as I say, "I guess it's time to get ready for Sheamus' party! The decorations look great!"

Lucy smiles and takes my hands, "Leslie, thank you for everything. I'm happy that you and Drew have reconnected, and that we have become friends. I don't have many of those. I really appreciate you."

If it were under any other circumstance, I would love to be her friend. But she has screwed around on my best friend (and the man I love with everything I have in me). And now, I'm starting to suspect it's not just with Randy. But I beam my fakest smile I can muster and say before we depart to our chambers, "I can't wait for tonight. I can guarantee it's going to be a night we will never forget!"

Randy POV

As I'm getting dressed for this stupidly ridiculous party for that obnoxious ginger prick, Drew calls his best friend, I'm salivating at the thought of getting Lucy alone up in that tower. I've waited for far too long to have that sweet pussy of hers again and it's driving me insane having to wait even a second longer. Two fucking weeks has been long enough. Two fucking weeks too long!

Anyone dare tries to get in my way from fucking the little bitch, I'll fucking end them. Even if that includes Drew and her little stable fuck boy. Just thinking about that useless piece of trash has my blood boiling and gritting my teeth in anger and annoyance.

But also thinking about that little shit has me smirking because I know just exactly how I can manipulate Lucy into going up into that tower with me. I know she feels something for him, so if she fights me in going with me, I'll threaten to end not only Drew's life, but that little fuckers as well. Haha, yes. That's exactly what I'm going to do. Lucy will be mine once and for all!

Lucy POV

As I'm being assisted in getting dressed for Sheamus' birthday party, I can't help but feel guilty for everything I've done after learning all that I have from Leslie today. The horrors Drew went through as a child at not only losing his younger brother, to which I knew nothing about. Would I have ever learned about him if Leslie hadn't told me? To how his mother died. My heart breaks for Drew in learning what I have about his late family.

But also learning that Randy wasn't born into royalty has me completely flabbergasted. With how he holds himself, I never would have thought for one second that he was born into nothing like myself. How his mother had to sell herself just to put food on the table. But also how his father could just kill her the way he did. I shudder at the thought, but also thinking about the man who has changed so much, has me shuddering in fear.

The way Randy has changed frightens me so much. It's almost as if he doesn't care about me or for me anymore. But, I've also noticed that he really began to change the second Allen showed up. I know Randy can't stand Allen and because of that, it scares me even more. I'm afraid to know what he would do to Allen if I don't stay away from him. Randy is a warrior. A fighter. So I know he is capable of killing someone without a second thought. I close my eyes and take a deep breath at that thought, but also because the strings on the corset of my dress are being tied extremely tight.

Allen. My god, I love that man more than words can describe. More than I ever thought was possible to love someone when I thought I was incapable of love. It's funny how meeting that one person can prove you wrong. I crack a small smile at the thought of him and the moment we shared yesterday up in the hayloft. How he made me feel…I've never felt more wanted, loved, cherished in those moments when he was making love to me.

But also thinking about our lovemaking has me frowning as my thoughts move back to Drew and how good he's been to me. I can't keep going on like this. He saved my life…literally. The least I can do is show my gratitude towards him and be the faithful wife I should have been from the beginning. That also means letting Allen go. The pain to shoot through my body at the thought of shutting Allen out hurts so much. It leaves me breathless because I've never loved someone as much as I love him. But if you love someone that much and you know you can't spend your life with them…you need to set them free. Even though being free from me is the last thing he'd want. It's the last thing I want, but it needs to be done. I'm the Queen of Scotland and I need to begin acting like it.

I just hope Drew will start to act like I exist again.

Drew POV

I'm putting on my white dress shirt, black waistcoat and emerald green kilt for that Old Bastard's birthday bash. Honestly, he's a very good man and mighty King. He also is the protector of my precious Sweet. He has kept her safe in the years that we were apart and I will be forever thankful to him. I may be wearing this shade of green in honor of the Irish birthday boy, but my kilt matches the color of my Sweet's beautiful emerald eyes. The eyes I need looking up at me as I make love to her over and over again.

I see Lucy dressing out of the corner of my eye, and that pang of guilt hits me again. She is truly lovely, sweet and kind and has done nothing wrong to merit losing my affections. But if I'm honest with myself, I can't honestly say that what I feel for her has ever been…love. I feel like a real heel even thinking that. She has withheld her affections from me for nearly two weeks, but I haven't missed them.

I feel horrible saying that, but I have been in complete and total hell every night dreaming of Leslie, wanting her in my arms, in my bed, needing those incredible kisses, feeling my cock inside that beautiful heaven between her thighs. She dominates my thoughts my every waking moment as well. Everything about her, her smell, the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips, the feel of them on mine! It all is driving me crazy with want for the love that I can't have!

Being with Leslie is the most natural feeling in the world. She brings out a side of me I thought didn't exist anymore. Kissing and touching her yesterday felt so right. Christ almighty! I will never get over feeling her wetness on my fingers. That smell I coaxed from her combined with the honeysuckle in her hair… goddamn it! It was beautiful, it was love, and if it happens again, I will not be able to stop myself from fucking her into oblivion and back again.

Lucy shakes me from my thoughts with her kind voice, "Are you ready, my King?"

I look at her and smile, praying that my thoughts of Leslie do not betray me. Lucy does look lovely in her olive green dress, but she does not even compare to my Sweet in my eyes.

But I put that thought away, extend my hand and say, "Aye, my Queen. Let's go." I wink at her, kiss her knuckles, and lead her out of our chamber.

Leslie POV

Looking in my mirror, I have my curly red hair in an up-do with wavy tendrils down on either side of my face. I have my emerald green dress set with the matching ornate sheer cape and my buxom bosoms are proudly on display. And more important, I have my game face on. My agenda is clear: keep an eye on Randy and Lucy, follow them when they make their leave to the tower, and once I know they're inside, take Drew up there and expose their lying, cheating asses.

I am not without feeling some guilt. Lucy has been very nice to me and Randy is still one of my best friends, despite what he attempted to do to me. And of course, there are my feelings for Drew, a married man. But he is the reason I have to do this. Not just for how bad I want him, but for his reputation and my love of this kingdom. I have been suffering in silence since the day I walked back into the castle, knowing what I saw in Randy's mirror and how my love for Drew has only grown being with him again.

Well, as I exit my chamber to attend the party for my mentor and protector, I know it's now or never. I send up a silent prayer that the gods are on the right side of history. Scotland and its mighty King must be protected. I also pray that my heart will not be shattered in the process as that is a distinct possibility. Lucy and Randy, you played with fire, and now I'm lighting the fuse to blow your lives up. You deserve it, and Drew deserves true love and happiness. BOOM!