Hello, my loves! I'm back with a new story! I literally just came up with this idea over the weekend and had to start putting it together. LOL! I need to thank my dear friend Tm12Brady for allowing me to bounce this new idea off her and her input was invaluable! Thank you and love you!

So, meet Deely. WWE's head makeup artist. She's about to embark on a journey of unbridled passion, crippling guilt, and an all-consuming love. Let's get started. Enjoy!

* Word of warning: this story deals with an extramarital affair and will contain a LOT of sex. If these themes offend you, you can duck out now. Also, I do not own the rights to the WWE characters. As people, they own themselves. My only intellectual property in this story is Cordelia alone. *

9/10/2022 - Spokane, Washington

Spokane Arena

Cordelia POV

OK, I'm working on Rhea next so let me get my purple eye palette… Oh, hi there. My name is Cordelia Alexander, head makeup artist for WWE. You can call me Delia, or Deely, like everyone backstage does. I've been in my dream job for the past seven years.

I've always had two passions: makeup and wrestling. I started playing in makeup as a young girl and worked with different techniques to make cool looks for years. My late mom and I used to go to wrestling shows and it was our way of bonding when we were together. She was a single mom and often worked two jobs to provide for the two of us.

The fact that I get to help make the WWE Superstars look their best on weekly basis is crazy to me. Coolest damn occupation ever! I handle the most complex eye looks for the female talent to the simplest foundation for the males. I love creating new looks and use my brush techniques on the ladies. My favorite subject for this by far is Rhea Ripley. She lets me go wild with the purples that enhances her stunning blue eyes.

We've become rather good friends as well. I joked when she first dyed her hair jet black that she was trying to twin me. Except my eyes are emerald green, like my late mom, and my raven hair is natural with all these long spiral curls. I keep it up when I'm working though. I don't want those unruly tendrils falling in my eyes as I'm working.

I have her in one chair and my other close friend, Liv Morgan, in the other. I'm planning on a cute look for her with some red shadow later. We all became close when I started in NXT just like them. Now I'm handling both Raw and Smackdown as well as the live shows on the weekends.

At work, I always call the Superstars by their monikers, unless I'm really close to them, like the two of them. Outside work, I call them Demi and Gionna (Gi). But backstage I keep it professional and call them by the stage name. I was still handling the makeup in NXT until I moved to Nashville a few years ago. I had to get away from…

Anyway, it can be a lot being on the road so much. But the truth is I love it! I get to travel doing what I love and hang out with some awesome people in the process. Not bad for poor white trash from North Carolina, huh?

I grew up very poor, so I appreciate every cent and opportunity I'm given. I have built my reputation on hard work, and I've become very loved and respected by all the talent and crew. It is reciprocated, I assure you.

Rhea, Liv and I are cutting up as I work on them. Rhea says as I apply the last of her eyeliner, her husky Australian accent super thick, "So Deely, what are your plans for the upcoming break? Any chance of you actually getting out of the house and meeting someone?"

I humph, "Yeah, because I have so much free time to just flit around looking for a relationship. And you are just wanting everyone to be as lovey dovey as you and Buddy. Nah, I'm good but thanks."

For some time, she has been dating fellow Australian Buddy Matthews as he goes by now on the indies. While here in WWE, he was known as Buddy Murphy. They constantly have tried to set me up on double dates with them and a friend. I always manage to weasel out of this situation.

Liv cackles in her cute, bubbly voice, "Deely, come on! Baby steps! You can worry about a relationship later. Right now, we're just trying to get you laid."

As they laugh, I roll my eyes, "Yeah OK. Sure."

The truth is I haven't been in a relationship since I moved from Orlando. And it's been way too long since I had sex. My drought in that department is reaching into the one year anniversary mark. Oh, yay for me! I really have been too busy to even think about it until they have to bring it up.

Plus, I am a little gun shy about putting myself out there. If you had experienced what I did in that last relationship, you might swear off having a boyfriend too. Maybe for life. Ugh! I can't think of that bullshit now. It definitely made me not want to date another wrestler ever again. The breakup and everything after were incredibly painful.

Before I can retort, I feel a presence behind me. That warm, comforting, uber sexy masculine presence that always sends shivers down my spine, whether it has a right to or not. Then I hear that…voice, "Hey there, lovely ladies! Having a laugh, are we?"

I turn around and there he is! The Scottish Warrior himself, Drew McIntyre. I have to laugh at him as he stands there with his iced coffee and his hair up in a tight manbun. I'm giggling because of his Sophia Golden Girls tee. He has the coolest shirts, I swear. And I'm totally not looking lower at those low riding jeans...UGH STOP! Just be yourself as always with him!

Drew jokes around, getting super close to Rhea's face and inspects my handy work as she laughs. He shrugs and nods, "Great work as always, Delia. Makes sure ya use tha best and rosiest blush on me later."

I laugh and playfully slap him on the shoulder, as always when he's being his dorky self, "Excuse me, Drew. But I have black liquid lipstick in my hand. Unless you want it on your lips with your old 3MB guyliner, you may want to make way for a professional."

He chuckles as he always does when we have our playful banter as he steps back. It's been that way since we met when he returned to WWE by way of NXT in 2017. He is so sweet, genuine and funny. I love his deep mumbling Scottish accent. A lot of people have a hard time understanding him, but I don't.

I've been doing his makeup since NXT and I look forward to work because I know he will make me laugh every time I enter the building. We frequently run into each other out and about in Nashville since we both live close to each other in the East part of the city. When it happens, he always does something to put a smile on my face.

OK, confession time: I have had a huge crush on him since he was the Chosen One. I was a big fan of his and had posters on my high school bedroom walls of him. And don't get me started on how freaking hot he was in 3MB! Goddamn, those tight leather pants and his long dark hair…DAMN!

OK, the truth is…that teenage crush is still very much there. Honestly, it's even bigger than it was back then. I mean…he was cutie pie hot back then. But now…with those large bulging muscles, hairy chest and beard, come on! And those aren't the only bulges on him I notice…OK I better stop before I have to fan myself.

Besides, he's married. Very married. He talks about his wife, Kerry, constantly. How she saved him when he was at his most self-destructive and such. Well, he used to gab about her all the time before SummerSlam in Nashville a couple of months ago. Even though he still talks about her in interviews, he doesn't mention her backstage much anymore. But still, he's obviously very much in love with her. Lucky bitch!

Now, I would never tell him this because I have so much respect for him, but I can't stand her fake ass with her resting bitch face and plastered on phony smile! And it's not for the reasons you're thinking. Let's just say I've seen the REAL Kerry Galloway and it's not pretty like she tends to think she is. And she found out very quickly that I don't like ugly.

Thank god that Liv breaks my thoughts away from this line of musings when she asks, "So Drew, what are you doing after the show tonight? Heading back home to Nashville like always?"

He shakes his head, "Nah. Sheamus and I are sapose ta have dinner. Bugger wants ta talk about his upcoming wedding and tha best man shit fer me. Fer fuck's sake, it a little over a month away! Eh, I'll humor him and listen ta his ramblings."

Drew and Sheamus have been extremely close since the met on the European indies scene in the mid 2000's. They, along with Wade Barrett, had been signed together the same day. It's obvious, even though their teasing and banter with each other, that they love and respect each other. And now, Drew will be his best man just as Sheamus had done with Drew married…her. Excuse me while I swallow the bile that rose up.

I finish up my final touches, "OK Rhea. You are done! Looking hot as always. Drew since you're here, take her seat and I'll do your foundation quickly before I start on Liv."

He claps his hands and plops his muscular, fine ass in the chair, "Yer the expert. I leave tha fate of mah face in yer capable hands."

As I load my Beauty Blender in the makeup for Drew, I lock eyes with him. Jesus Christ, could I get lost in those beautiful baby blues. There is such caring, sweetness and warmth. And passion. He truly loves what he does for a living, just like me. I can only imagine what it's like to gaze into those orbs as he's fucking me. Oh, GODDAMN IT, Delia! Stop it!

Drew POV

I notice Delia's mind seems ta be drifting as she's taking care of me. She always does that. She shows great care in making sure I look mah best befer a show, whether it's TV or a house show. She's sa meticulous with every little detail. And she's sa much fun. Just seeing her brings a smile ta mah face. That's something I've desperately needed since SummerSlam last year. I breathe a heavy sigh just thinking about that shit show.

I look at her and ask, "Ya OK, Delia? Ya look a million miles away."

She nods as she finishes up on me, "Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just a lot to do and no time to do it as always. OK, you are set, Mr. Scottish Warrior. I release you to the wolves. I mean, Shane Helms, to work out your match tonight."

Shane pops his head in and yells, "I heard that, Deely. OK, Drew come with me."

I get up from tha chair and look in the mirror and joke, "Hey ya missed a spot on tha forehead."

She rolls her eyes and lands that playful slap on mah shoulder, "Oh get out of here, Drew!"

I her that cute giggle as I walk away with Shane. Throughout tha rest of tha night, I keep mah mind focused on mah tasks at hand: delivering on the promo and kicking arse in tha ring. But mah insides are eating me up. I'm not letting on ta anyone, but my mental frame of mind is not in tha best place right now.

Sa much going on behind tha scenes with mah place on tha roster and tha shit show I'm dealing with at home. Sa many conflicted feelings I'm keeping bottled up make me feel like a fucking powder keg about ta explode.


Satellite Diner & Lounge

As I now sit at tha table in this restaurant waiting fer Sheamus' blindingly white arse ta finally join me. We normally hit a Waffle House, but those delicious beacons of the traveling wrestler don't exist in this part of tha country.

But that's part of tha reason I agreed ta dinner after tha show instead of flying home, whether I feel like it real is my home or not. I need ta talk ta him badly. He's about the only person I can trust with voicing mah frustrations. He's like mah brother and I know he'll listen tah me without judgment.

Mah phone starts ta buzzs and speak of the Irish devil, "Hey, ya bugger! Ya wanna join me some time this century? By tha time yah get here, I might actually be older than ya fer once."

Sheamus retorts, "Oh yer funny, ya bleeding muppet. That's what I was calling tah tell ya. I'm not able ta make it after all. Isabella called and there's an emergency with one of tha dags. I'm having ta fly back now. I was able ta catch a late flight home. I'm sa sorry I'm leaving ya hanging. We'll catch up when ya get back ta Nash Vegas."

Sheamus and his new fiancé, Isabella had lived in Nashville tagather fer a few years now. Once of tha reasons I agreed ta move there from Tampa a few months ago was ta be able ta spend more time with him. They had four rescue dogs: Dawn, Vesper, Betty and Frodo. I had always been a dog person until I discovered I wasn't allergic ta cats after all. Chaz and Hunter are now tha only things I look forward ta seeing when I come off tha road walking inta that cold house. And I don't mean tha thermostat is set too low.

I sigh and respond, "Aye, I get it. I'll see ya soon. Hoping fer the best, mate."

I hang up and immediate put m head down on tha table. Tha last thing in tha world I need right now is ta be alone eating in a restaurant by mahself. I need a sympathetic ear and understanding heart ta hear me out. After sa many years of closing mahself off when I was bothered or going through bad times, I started opening up ta people and it's helped. I need that more than ever right now.

As if some angel had heard my nonexistent prayers, I hear a familiar voice above me, "Drew, what are you doing with your head down on the table?"

I look up and there she is: Delia. Beautiful, sweet Delia Alexander. She's wearing a gorgeous short red dress and for once, her hair is down. My god is she fucking gorgeous! I didn't know it was that long and curly. She normally keeps it pinned up at work. Jesus Christ, why is ah cock now at full attention looking at her? Get a grip on yerself, Drew!

She says again, "Drew, are you OK? You look almost lost."

I shake tha cobwebs of total consuming lust out of mah head and say, "Aye, I'm fine. Sheamus bailed on me fer dinner sa I guess I'm dining solo. What are ya doing here? Ya look lovely, by tha way." Why did I say that?!

She sheepishly tucks a strand of that black hair behind her ear and smiles, "Thank you, Drew. I'm actually supposed to be meeting a blind date here. Liv and Rhea's idea. I'm really not wanting to, but it's been a while since I've been out with anyone, so I was going to give it a chance. Of course, now, I'm starting to second guess this decision. I get anxious around new people. And why I'm telling you this, I have no clue."

That nervous giggle brings me out of mah doldrums, and I immediately relax in her presence. It's been like this between us since we met in NXT. She has such a gentle and vibrant nature, I was drawn ta her from the moment I met her. Not in a sexual way, but just in a general human standpoint. We have such a fun, sometimes flirty, banter and she puts me at ease when I'm at mah most tense.

Maybe that is tha reason I inexplicitly blurt out, "Well, why don't ya have dinner with me instead?"