Hello, my loves! I'm back with the new chapter! That was a hot, steamy one, wasn't it? I hope your enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Quick word: I changed the name of the wife character on the story. Just a personal decision.

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Time to see the fallout from Drew and Deely's night together. What will this mean for them going forward? Let's find out! 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. *

The Davenport Grand, Room 504

Cordelia POV

This is the part I knew I would hate. It's morning, and Drew and I would have to leave this bed and go back to real life. Last night was the most incredible experience of my life! I have never been made love to like that before by anyone. I've never felt so desired or cherished. If that's what it's like to be with a real man, I want that feeling forever.

But now as Drew gets up and starts to dress, I feel that stabbing pain of knowing that, even though we are deeply in love, he is not mine. I am not his wife. I'm not the one he committed to for life. I'm nothing more or less than his mistress, side piece, whore, or however you need to spin it in your mind.

I'm still laying under the covers, nude with my breasts covered, propped up on one elbow. I hear Drew talking to me, "Sa, I know yer riding ta Portland with Rhea and Liv. When ya get checked in at the arena, let me know. My flight leaves fer Nashville in three hours, sa I'll let ya know when I land. I know we'll see each other backstage on Friday but I was thinking when ya get back… Hey, Delia. Are ya there? Ya look a million miles away."

He noticed the far away, sad look in my eyes, I guess. Dressed only with his unbuttoned jeans (goddamn it), he sits beside me and cups my face, "Love, what's wrong? Are ya having second thoughts about us?"

My eyes stay downcast and I shake my head, "No. I love you. It's just hitting me like a ton of bricks that we can't be together, or show affection in public. You know, like a couple in love. Instead, I'm nothing more but your dirty little secret. And I set myself up for this."

He sighs and soothes the side of my head, "Delia, please look at me." I make the mistake of lifting my gaze into those swoon worthy blue orbs and I'm lost in them immediately. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, "Yer none of that ta me. I want nothing more than ta be with ya. But we haveta be smart about this. I don't want ya to have any backlash fer being with me."

I nod, "I know, but that won't make it hurt less when I see you with her."

He nuzzles up to my face and murmurs in my ear, "Just always remember that it's ya that I love and I wanna be with ya ferever. And we will. It's gonna take some time, but ya'll always hold my heart. I love ya, Princess."

That did me in. That sultry, sexy Scottish accent rumbling low next to me… I kissed him with all the passion and love I possess in my soul for him. We quickly tug his jeans and boxer briefs down and he makes love to me again. This time, it's slow and methodical. It's like he wants me to feel every inch of him sliding inside me, filling me and stretching my walls to the limit.

When we finally came together, we cried each other's name and how much we love each other against our lips. Unfortunately, we couldn't lay there basking in the afterglow of our sex for long. Drew had to get dressed so he could make it to the airport on time. Before returning to his room through the adjoining door to get his things, he told me we would text me when he landed, and that he loves me.

After my shower and dressing, I took my luggage downstairs to meet up with Rhea and Liv for my ride to Raw in Portland, Oregon. That five-and-a-half-hour drive from Spokane to Portland doesn't seem that long when you have great company. We sing along to all the songs on the radio and shoot the shit, laughing hysterically at each other's jokes and just being silly.

The next song comes on for us to butcher and Liv squeals, "Ooh Johnny Cash! I love this one!"

So do I. Goddamn it! It's Ring of Fire. I just heard it last night. I heard Drew singing along to it as he drove me back to the hotel. The moment that changed everything between us forever. I felt that in my soul when our gazes met when I told him that I love his voice. I smile at that memory, and my breath keeps getting caught in my throat as I breathe heavily during our karaoke moment.

But these lyrics: The taste of love is sweet/when heart like ours meet/I fell for you like a child/Oh, but the fire went wild… I can't get the images of that sexy ass GOD of a man fucking me within an inch of my life. Every kiss, every stroke of that giant cock inside me, the feel of his tongue and rub of his beard when he went down on me… I have to shake my head and squeeze my thighs together to keep from moaning.

As the song is ending and are approaching our destination, almost as if he can sense I'm thinking about him, I get a text on my phone. I have to smile and bite my lip when I read the words Drew sent to me: Just landed in Nashville finally. Last night was the most incredible night of my entire life! I can't wait to see you again. Your Daddy fucking loves you, Princess.

I answer back while feeling that tingling between my legs: We're almost at the arena in Portland. I miss your sexy ass so much already. I can't wait to feel you inside me again. I love you too, Daddy!

As she checks her rearview mirror, Liv notices my quiet moment of ecstasy and looks curiously back at me, "Girl, what's got you smiling so big? Who are you texting?"

As Liv drives, Rhea turns around, "Oh that reminds me, Deely. Brian told me you nevah showed up last night. What happened?"

Liv pipes up again, "Yeah Deely. We worked hard to get this arranged. Did you chicken out?"

I love them to death, but I am nowhere near ready to confide what happened between me and Drew in that hotel room to anyone. I shrug, "Nothing like that. I started not feeling so good after the show. I just got some Chinese takeout and went to my room. But no, I'm not ready for a blind date either."

Rhea sighs, "Deely, we're just concerned about you. It's been a long time since you went out and had some fun. It can't still be…well, you know that's holding you back from finding someone."

I roll my eyes, "Can we not bring him up?"

Rhea says, "But Deely, you have to look at him all the time now, at least on Fridays. I know you put provisions in place so you don't have to interact with him, but he works with us now. He might be married now, but if you're concerned about it, just say so. We won't press you further, but you need to open yourself up to the possibility of love again. You're too sweet and have so much to offer. We don't want you to wind up alone buried in your work."

I smile lean up to kiss Liv on the forehead and put my hand on Rhea's shoulder, "I love you both, I really do. I promise you both I'm fine." I didn't have the heart to tell them that the Days of Deely Not Getting Laid Counter clicked back to zero just a few hours ago. And that I'm so very much in love with a married man. Jesus Christ!

The Next Day: Nashville, Tennessee

Drew POV

It's Tuesday evening, and am I bored outta mah fucking mind! I arrived back home yesterday after a long flight. Eh, let's face it. This isn't really mah home. It's Kerry's Palace. It's the house SHE wanted and what SHE felt like SHE deserves, paid fer with MAH money. I literally just live here at this point, I'm fucking miserable and walking on eggshells around the ice cold Queen of the Castle from Hell.

And of course, she started in on me immediately. I couldn't even get through tha goddamn door without getting barraged with her bullshit. "Drew, why didn't ya call me last night after tha show?" "Drew, why didn't ya answer mah texts?" "Drew, are you listening to me?!" "Drew, go empty the dishwasher." She was literally been here all fucking weekend (whenever she's not fucking her doctor boyfriend) and she's too goddamn lazy ta lift a finger. Surprised she even took tha time ta feed the cats.

I grumbled, "Going upstars ta do mah laundry and be by mahself. I'm tired after mah flight and I'm tired of ya. Fuck off. By the way, I smell that fucking twat's cologne on ya again. Did ya not shower off his stench yet again?"

I slammed the bedroom door as I heard that annoying screech and screaming. I grabbed the stuff I needed ta sleep in tha damn guestroom, and that's where I've been since then, save fer the time she took her frigid ass ta work.

I'm lying here on the guest bed looking at mah phone. Specifically, I'm looking at the most beautiful gal I ever laid mah eyes on. Delia sent me a text about 30 minutes ago, telling me she finally made it home after a long flight. She a pic of her blowing a kiss ta me. God, the feel of those lips on mah skin is haunting me!

I send her back a message with a smirk: Don't pucker those luscious things at me unless you plan on using them on me, Princess!

Her response leaves my breathing choppy and mah cock hard: What makes you think I won't? *batting my eyelashes at you* I want my mouth all over you, Daddy.

God, mah hard on is throbbing! I send this back ta her and I mean it with everything I have in me: I've been so fucking miserable since I left that bed yesterday. I'm not alone but I'm so lonely right now. I love you and I miss you so much Delia. I want nothing more than to be in your arms right now at this moment. I need you, baby.

She doesn't respond right away, which kinda concerns me. I don't wanna come across as desperate, but I need Delia ta know how I feel. I want her more than she'll ever know. She's already consuming every waking moment and is already in my dreams. She has been in those since I met her seven years ago. But finally having her has only made me hungrier for her.

She finally responds, and now my blood is rushing with excitement: 30 Hillview Drive. The back door is unlocked. Hurry. I need you too!

I leave my workout shorts on and can't throw mah black tank top on fast enough. After putting on mah soccer sandals, I run down the stairs heading to the front door. Of course I'm confronted by the last person I wanna talk to, "Drew, where are you going? I want to talk to you!"

I go to the kitchen and grab my truck keys and flatly say, "Why do ya care? I'm gonna get a workout in." And I mean it. I'm gonna workout inside Delia's hot, sweet pussy as many times as I have strength fer!

She complains, "You have a home gym set up right out there in the garage like you always wanted!"

I turn around as I reach the door, "OK, I wanna workout as fucking far away from ya as possible. And why do ya care where I go? Ya made it fucking clear yer only with me fer my money. What I wanted, like ya ever gave a shit about that, is someone ta love me whether I was rich or poor. But ya cheated on me and ya treat mah flesh and blood like shite but expect me ta be OK with yer selfishness and bullshit? Nah! Ya wanna sucker who gives a shit what comes outta yer lying mouth? Call yer cunt doctor boyfriend. I don't wanna hear a goddamn word ya haveta say."

I rush outta tha door, not listening ta tha fussing and squealing left in mah wake. I get inta mah blue Dodge Ram and peel outta tha driveway. I plug that address inta my phone's GPS and head tah the one place I can find peace and love: mah beautiful Princess' arms and bed.