Hello, my loves! I know it's been a while for this story. My Chosen One Drew has been tugging at my heart for a while. I'm back with the new chapter for Deely and Drew! (eventually, I'll be able to work on Drew's Angels as well...there's only so many hours in the day LOL). Plus, *BIG ANNOUCEMENT* I'm heading to NYC next weekend to meet Drew! We're so incredibly excited for this!

As always, so much love to my girls ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for your continued support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this or any of my stories. Your support means the world to me!

Well, there has been insinuations about Deely's abusive ex in prior chpters. What happens when Drew finds out who this fucker is? 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. *

10/7/2022 – Worchester, Massachusetts

The AC Hotel, Room 520

Cordelia POV

After a LONG day for the Smackdown taping, I'm exactly where I wanna be: lying in this bed with Drew's strong, warm arms wrapped around me. I needed this! I know he did as well. Even though we're together most days at my home in Nashville and every weekend night we're on the road, it's still not enough for either of us. Our sex tonight was so intense and hot. I guess we are both very much on edge and experiencing angst in one form of another these days.

We both are feeling the pain, and some guilt, about our affair. Don't get me wrong. We love each other very much and we wanna be together more than anything. I can't believe it's been almost a month since we first made love. But whether I like it or her or not, Drew did commit his life to Kerry. The woman that he initially thought he fell in love with is still there buried under all that greed and spite.

However, wanting to be together is not the only form of frustration for us. Drew is so very disappointed creatively right now. He was right about what they had planned for him after Clash at the Castle. After all his hard work, keeping the company afloat during that awful pandemic and beyond, Triple H is shoving him back down into the midcard.

And then, there's me. It hurts my heart to see him so vexed and irritated. Not that he's ever taken any of this out on me. Far from it. He's still as attentive and loving as ever. But I can feel his tension. He wears it fully on his face and I can feel it in his shoulders. Sometimes it sucks to be a sensitive. Plus, he called it. They have him constantly on the receiving end of a beating from…

I shiver as Drew traces my back with those soft, featherlike touches from his magical fingertips. He asks, "Are ya OK, baby? Yer trembling."

I shake my head and smile, hiding the truth from him again, "I'm fine. I'm perfect actually. I'm with you."

He smiles down at me with those damn dimples and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. He sighs, "Being with ya is tha only thing that makes sense ta me these days. But if yer cold, I guess I better hold ya even tighter."

I giggle as he pulls me even closer, my bare breasts pressed against his side. I caress and kiss his mountainous hairy chest as I joke, "I will never complain about that!"

He considers me, "Delia, can I ask ya something?"

I can't resist, "I'll go ahead and answer you. I had three orgasms just now."

He playfully snarls and reaches down to pop me on the butt, "Gods, yer such a smart ass, Princess! And believe me, I know. I felt them. Nah, I'm actually trying ta be serious fer once. Why aren't ya married already? Yer such an amazing and loving gal. Why hasn't some idgit snatched ya up?"

OK, now I'm feeling uncomfortable. I'm not completely lying through my teeth as I shrug, "I guess I've been so focused on my career. I am pretty much working constantly with being at both Raw and Smackdown plus the weekend house shows. Plus, my two brothers and my sister have the marriage and kids thing locked down for right now. I guess I don't feel that pressure to settle down and reproduce. Also, until recently, I haven't even thought about such things."

He raises his eyebrow, "Are ya saying ya'd wanna be married ta me and have kids?"

I bite my lower lip, "The thought had crossed my mind."

He says, "But tha first night I went to yer house, ya mentioned something about being hurt."

I try in vain not to squirm, "Do you have a steel trap memory or something? We said and did a lot of things that night and since then. That's what's sticking out in your mind?"

He won't let this go, "Delia, please. I told ya that night that I care about yer feelings. And if ya've been hurt, I wanna know whose arse I gotta kick."

My breath catches in my throat, "Um…this… I really hate talking about this. It's a source of so much humiliation for me."

He tilts my chin up, "Hey, I also told ya that night that ya don't haveta hide anything from me. Don't be embarrassed ta tell me anything. Please talk ta me."

I sit up against the head board and cover up my breasts. I was not remotely prepared for this. I can't tell him who my anxiety is coming from. I can't have there being any distractions for him on my account. But I do trust Drew. And I love him. He has a right to know.

I look at him, "OK. But before I start, just know that I will not be telling you who he is. I… I just can't right now. Deal?"

He looks unsure, but relents, "OK. Ya can tell me that when yer ready ta, love."

I give a big exhale, not thrilled about reliving this, "When I first my job started with WWE, working in NXT, I was living in Orlando. I… I started dating a wrestler from another company. TNA, to be exact."

I cut my eyes back to him and that tidbit has definitely has piqued his interest. I continue, "I met him when I went to a TNA taping in Orlando with a friend. At first, I thought he was sweet and handsome. He really wasn't my type at all. I had never liked guys with tattoos much, but I guess I was attracted to the bad boy type. Anyway, the whole thing started going south really quick. There was a lot of mental and verbal abuse. That escalated to both physical and…"

I stop to gulp and breathe, "…sexual abuse. Very painful and rough, not to mention humiliating."

Drew POV

Mah blood just ran cold. I was right. She has been hurt and in tha worst way possible. Whoever this motherfucker is, I'll goddamn kill him with mah bare hands! How dare he do this ta mah sweet Delia? I know tha pain and embarrassment ya feel as a victim of domestic abuse all too well. I swear ta Christ, I'll put this fucker in tha ground!

She continues, "Well, after just three months, I left him. But that didn't stop him. He went ballistic. For a long time after that, he would pop up at places I would be at, like bars and restaurants and make an ass out of himself. But then, he started showing up at my apartment, being a nuisance and getting the cops called on him by my neighbors."

Her eyes dark and distant as she says, "The last straw was when he broke in and waited for me when I got home from an NXT taping. Before I even knew what was happening, he threw me up against the wall and tried to choke me because I refused to take him back. I kicked him in the nuts and managed to shove him out of my door. But he came back the next day and tried to attack me when I was walking to my car. Lucky for me, my neighbor ran him off when he pulled a gun on him."

She looks at me as I touch her arm, "My brothers found out after I confided in my sister. They drove down from North Carolina in the middle of the night and tried to hunt him down. I'm pretty sure Ben was going to use him as target practice for his new shotgun. But I managed to talk him and Lee out of going to jail. So, I got a restraining order, requested a transfer away from NXT to work both Raw and Smackdown, and moved to Nashville. I wanted to be closer to my siblings, but still keep my well needed independence and avoid their constant meddling in my private life. But mostly, I had to get away from him and go where he'd couldn't have constant access to me."

I narrow mah eyes and ask, "Where's this son of a bitch now?"

Her eyes shift from left ta right before looking up at tha ceiling, "He moved ta a different promotion. He did start dating another woman and eventually got married. I have seen him a few times. And with every encounter, he just has that blank, evil stare on me. Even though he hasn't tried to approach me since, I'm still petrified of him…"

Her words trail off and her voice cracks. Tears well up like pools in her beautiful emerald eyes and release down her cheek as she blinks. I sit up quickly and pull her over ta me in a tight embrace. She's shaking like a leaf. This shit bag is dead if I ever come across him!

I soothe her head with mah hand and kiss her temple, "Baby, please don't cry. I vow ta protect ya with everything I have in me. I'll give mah last breath ta keep ya safe. I love ya sa much, mah Princess!"

She weeps against mah chest, "I love you, Drew. I love you so much!"

Delia desperately cups mah cheek and pulls me into a kiss. It feels like she's giving me her entire heart and soul ta me, and I'll gladly take them and give her mine in return. She raises up and swings her right leg over straddling mah lap. Gods, feeling her soft skin and those perfect rosebud nipples flush against mah chest is too much and mah cock feels like granite again.

Mah lips part from hers only ta nibble on her chin and inta tha hollow of her neck. Mah hands go fer those delicious large tits that've become mah obsession, kneading them and caressing mah pals against her pebble like nipples, making her moan and arch her back.

I take the right one inta mah hand and lift it up ta mah mouth. I groan, "Mmm Daddy's is sa hungry fer ya, Princess."

I lick all around the puckered area, causing her ta giggle a little. She can get quite ticklish in that sensitive area. But then, I wrap mah lips fully around it and hollow out mah cheeks, suckling in as much of its essence as possible. She whines and whimpers as she grinds her hips against mine, mah hard on nestled at her luscious bottom.

She elevates herself up slightly and grasps mah swollen cock in her slender hand and guides mah head ta that sweetest of entrances, still damp from our previous sexual activity. It feels sa heavy and ready fer her ta take me. She slides all tha way down ta mah hilt, impaling herself on me.

She starts tah buck slowly, moaning loudly as mah tip graze that special spot deep inside her. I palm that gorgeous ass and pull her harder downward, making her take as much of me into her as possible. She places her hands on mah shoulders ta help with leverage. Feeling those lips and walls grip me tight like a vice is already bringing me close tah tha edge.

I tell her as reach between us with mah finger ta circle her clit, "I love it when mah Pricess cums all over mah lap! Oh shit! I feel ya, Delia! I'm ready ta…OH FUCK!"

Our orgasms come up on her fast. We scream as I shoot off mah seed inta her womb. She shudders in release as she bites me on mah shoulders, whimpering in that sweet, sexy voice that haunts mah dreams whenever I'm forced ta be away from her.

Her breathing is labored as she nibbles on mah earlobe and whispers, "I love you so much, Drew. Oh god, I need you, Daddy!"

I wrap her in the tightest embrace I can muster and groan breathlessly, "I love ya, mah Princess! Yer mine ferever."

As I hold her like I'm gonna lose her, I can't help but think of all that she revealed ta me tanite. I'm sa fucking angry that this prick, whoever tha fuck he is, hurt her. I'm alsa irritated that she won't tell me who this fuckstick is. I'm guessing that I know him and that's tha reason she won't say anything.

But I have ta know. I intend ta find out who this fucking bastard is. She said he no longer works in TNA. What if he's in WWE? Nah, tha restraining order is still in effect sa that can't be. Whoever this motherfucker is, he better start praying ta whatever god he believes in. Because when I find out who it is, I'm gonna put his worthless ass in tha ground! Nobody does those awful things ta tha woman I love and gets away with it.

The Following Week

10/14/2022 – New Orleans, Louisiana

Smoothie King Center

Cordelia POV

I'm searching through all the makeup and hair crates in this side room. I can't seem to find my favorite green palette to use on Shotzi's eyes. I know is here somewhere! I slam my hand down in the box and turn around in frustration. I wish that misplaced makeup was my only source of aggravation at this moment, but it's not.

I'm so very worried about Drew. Since that fucking PLE in Philadelphia, he's had so much pent-up anger. I witnessed the creative meeting when he was told he had to put over… Fuck! I could see it on that gorgeous face. He was so pissed but did what he was told. He had to carry that thing through the match and got zero reward out of it. The only good thing that happened that night was the return of my good friend, Bray Wyatt.

Since that night, Drew has been distant and bitter. That night, our lovemaking was quick and almost passionless. He got up and left my hotel room almost as soon as he came. He checked out of the hotel and caught an early flight back to Nashville.

It was mostly the same we I returned home. He didn't bother to even show up on Tuesday and wouldn't answer my texts. On Wednesday, he let himself in with the key I had made for him. He made no move towards me in any way. He just sat on my couch with his elbows resting on his widespread knees and his bearded face in his hands.

I was quite in an ill mood myself when I stood right in front of him, "You know, Drew. I get you're not happy with the company right now. But I will not have you taking this bullshit out on me. You made me feel cheap and used Saturday night, like I was nothing more than a place for you to stick your dick in. I don't appreciate that and I will never allow anyone to treat me like that ever again. So, if that's all I am to you, you can just…"

That's when he grabbed my hands and pulled me into him. He held me close, his face resting by my belly. I heard his heavy sighs as he said, "I'm so sorry, Delia. I just feel so lost. I give and give to this business and to this company but what do I get out of it? I'm used to put over their little flavors of the month. But I never meant to take any of this out on you. I felt awful about the way I left things on Saturday. I felt to ashamed ta even come here yesterday. I love you and you're the only thing keeping me sane right now. Please forgive me, love."

I quickly sunk down to my knees and kissed him. I cradled his cheek and told him, "I love you too. And I'm here for you. All you have to do is talk to me. There is nothing you can't say that I won't listen to and do what I can to help. Please don't shut me out like that again."

He apologized profusely again. Of course, I forgave him and we wound up making love all day on my couch. But even though we had made up, I could still feel his tension. The weight of the world has been hanging on those massive shoulders I love to sink my nails into as he fucks me into oblivion.

I'm still lost in this thought as I finally spy what I'm looking for, "Ah! There are those green eyeshadows!"

I bend down to retrieve it when I hear that cold, nasty voice I had prayed to never cross my ears again, "Well, hello there, my sweet Deely baby. Alone at LONG last. And bending over with that sexy ass sticking out. Just the way I always liked it!"

I start to tremble with fear as I slowly stand up and turn around to stare into the eyes of my own personal devil. Kevin Kesar, formerly known as White Rabbit and Killer Kross, now known as Karrion Kross. Also known as my ex-boyfriend, my stalker, and the reason I had to move out of the Orlando area.

He smirks as he starts to stalk towards me, knowing he has me cornered, "You look as beautiful as ever, Deely. I've missed you."

I try to act tough and defiant when I feel anything but those emotions at this moment, "Fuck off, Kevin. You're married to someone else. And you know the restraining order is still in effect. The WWE officials told you to come nowhere near me. That's why Amy does makeup for you and Scarlett. You shouldn't be back here."

He runs his fingers along the edge of the crate as he snarls, "Oh I know that. But yet here I am. You know, I was so disappointed when I got to NXT and found out you had transferred up to the main roster and left town without telling me. That's not very nice, Deely."

I sneer in disgust at his audacity, "Well, it wasn't nice for you to beat and sexually assault me during our relationship, and for you to stalk and attack me after I broke up with you. You need to take your greasy hair away from me and back to your wife!"

Before I even knew what happened, he reaches me and shoves me hard into the large metal crate. My back is now in agony and he's towering over me with his heavy hands pinning me to the hard, cold object. I shriek in pain and fear as he grabs my chin and pulls me closer to his nasty mouth.

His breath is hot against my face as he growls, "You little bitch! You will pay!"

I shove and pound his chest as hard as I can, "Get your hands off of me, you prick! Leave me alone!"

Drew POV

I'm wondering around backstage before tanite's production meeting. I'm not looking forward ta this. I'm sure they're gonna have me play tha bloody fool ta Kross again. He's been nice ta me backstage and all, but there's something about him that bothers that I can't put mah finger on.

But right now, I just need ta see Delia. I need ta steal a moment alone with her. I've got those anxious feelings again, and she's tha only one that can soothe me. I just need ta be near her and hear her sweet voice tell me everything is gonna be OK. She's my saving grace in every way. I know we'll have all night in tha hotel room later, but I just wanna be in her beautiful presence as much as possible.

I open this door inta a hallway I know has all the makeup gear stored. Since she wasn't at tha chair with Shotzi, I figured this is where she has ta be. Wait, I'm hearing raised voices and some banging around. I hear a whimper and I know that voice anywhere.

When I get ta the crates, I yell out, "Hey what's going on?"

When I round around them, I see Karrion Kross standing close ta Delia. A smug smile on his face, he says, "It's just us in hera, Drew. Just had to talk to Deely about possible makeup ideas for my Scarlett. Right, Deely?" She makes no sound and has a petrified look on her face. He huffs and says as he exits, "See you in the production meeting, Drew. I'll see you later, Deely."

My eyes follow him sauntering out, then cut ta Delia. Jesus, she's trembling and her eyes are filled with tears! What tha fuck just happened? I go ta her and reach fer her, "Delia, are ya OK? Ya look like ya've seen a ghost."

I reach around ta pull her inta a hug, but she flinches and yelps. I'm sa confused as I ask, "Delia, baby what's wrong?"

She smooths herself and denies everything as her sobs choke her up, "I'm fine. Just looking for this…"

I'm no fool. I tell her, "Fine, my arse!"

I raise tha back of her top up and I can see a big bruise forming on her shoulder blade. I demand, "Oh mah god! Delia, what happened?"

She stutters, "Nothing…I'm fine…I…slipped…back…"

But I'm not having it, "Nah, yer not doing this ta me. Ya wanted me ta be honest with ya. Ya gotta do that same with me." I cup her cheek and plead, "Baby, please talk ta me."

She gulps and her shoulders go slack, "OK. Do you remember the night before Extreme Rules when I told you about my abusive ex? How scared I still am of him?"

I nod, "Aye, I remember." She starts ta cry and shake uncontrollably and now I know mah eyes must be like saucers. I point at tha door and seethe, "Him? Kross? He's tha one that did that ta ya?"

She looks at me with those beautiful emeralds full of tears and nods, "Yes. I didn't wanna tell you because you were working with him. You've already been so stressed since Clash at the Castle. I didn't wanna burden you even more. When I found out he and Scarlett had been re-hired and showed up at Smackdown that night, I went to Triple H and told him everything. He made arrangements so I would never have to work with either of them. This is the first time he's come close to me. Drew, are you listening to me?"

Oh, I'm listening ta her. But mah brain is a fog of anger and rage. I gotta go play it cool with this fucker in that meeting, knowing what he did ta her tanite and in tha past. It's gonna take all tha strength I have in me not ta kill him with mah bare hands.

I straighten up and say with deadly seriousness, "Aye, I hear ya. Get yerself settled. Dry yer eyes and go do yer job. That son of a bitch will never touch ya or even look at ya again when I'm through with him, baby."

As I walk away, I can hear she shouting for me ta come back and not ta do anything ta get fired fer, but I'm not listening ta her. Oh, I'm not stupid. What I do ta him will be well within tha confines of tha storyline.

I have an idea I'm gonna propose ta Triple H. Not only will tha character of Drew McIntyre cash in tha receipts from tha past few weeks, that prick will regret putting his hands on my Princess. I'll make goddamn sure about that!

Fan At Home POV

Ah! Time for Smackdown! Who's this getting out of the car? Oh, for fuck's sake! Not that idiot Killer Klown and his bimbo! Can't believe Triple H let that one beat Drew. He carried that slow as molasses ass throughout that match. This fool sucks so much ass. He can't even get crickets to chirp for him.

Oh shit! Drew just attacked him from behind in the parking lot! Yo! Hell yeah! Beat his ass, Drew! Oh my god! He's cracking that greasy head up against that Dodge Ram! Wham! Wham! Wham! Oh hell, he's gonna shut his head in the truck door! Oh lame! The officials are really pulling Drew away. He screamed something at him…leave he alone…I'll fucking kill you… They bleeped that out. Not sure what he actually said but hell yeah!

Hyatt Regency New Orleans

Room 731

Cordelia POV

I'm finally back at the hotel after a very long day…and night. I still can't believe what happened tonight. All of it. I've never been more terrified than when that piece of trash cornered me. He put his hands on me again. I should've gone to Triple H and told him immediately.

But I didn't. I've never been the one to rock the boat and Kevin, for some strange reason, is one of his favorites. I can't take the risk of getting fired over this. I love my job. It is truly the coolest job in the world. Even though Hunter understood about my past with Kevin, nothing guarantees he would believe me if I had reported what he did. This company doesn't have the greatest track record for this.

And Drew… Oh god! My secret is out with him. He knows all about me and Kevin. I didn't get to see him at all after he walked in on us. I've never seen him so angry. I pray it's not with me for not telling him everything up front.

And the brawl to start the show! It felt like I was having some strange out of body experience. The loving, sweet man I've fallen in love with wasn't present in the slightest. An angry and vicious monster was in his place. When he nearly bashed Kevin's brains in with the truck door, it took everything in me not to run out and stop him. I don't want him getting in trouble for me.

Drew left the arena not long after the parking lot segment. I tried to stop him but he would not listen to me. He's not responding to my calls or texts either. I sit on my bed for the night and wonder where he is. I'm so very perplexed and concerned. Does he not want me anymore?

That's when I hear our secret knock on the access door leading to the room next door. I jump up and run over to unlock it. Drew comes in with an icepack. He is dressed only in his gray boxer briefs. Without a word, he sets the ice down on the desk.

He beckons me with the thick fingers I love to feel touch me all over and softly mumbles, "C'mere, baby."

I instantly start to sob and rush into his waiting muscular arms. He embraces me tightly, being careful to not touch the sore and bruised part of my upper back. He soothes the top of my head and plants a lingering kiss on my temple.

I cry to him, "I'm so sorry, Drew. I wish I had told you everything before…"

He shakes his head as he continues to envelop me, "Ya have nothing ta apologize fer, Princess. Ya did nothing wrong."

I sniffle and I tell him, "I got so scared when you beat the hell out of him. I didn't want you to lose your job."

He chuckles, "They can't afford ta lose me right now. Plus, I kept it all within tha storyline. But I did manage ta get mah shots in on tha fucker. If they hadn't stopped me, I woulda splattered his fucking brains in that car door."

I look up at him and ask, "Did he not suspect anything as to why you were so rough?"

He puckers his lips and confirms, "Oh, he asked me what tha fuck that was all about. I told him that I overheard everything that happened between ya two, and that ya told me everything. I let him know real quick how I feel about domestic abusers and that yer under mah protection from now on. Even with Scarlett standing there, I told him if he ever even thinks about breathing near ya again, I'll fucking put him in tha ground."

I blink, "Drew, you didn't have to do that."

He puts his forehead to mine and murmurs, "Yes I did. I told ya that I love ya and that yer mine. I'll take care of ya always, Delia." He gives me a sweet kiss on the lips and smiles, "And that's what I'm gonna do tanite. I'm gonna make sure the swelling and color of that bruise goes down. Go get under tha covers."

I do as he requests, slipping under the cool sheets and resting my head on the pillow. I relax into the mattress as I see him grab the ice pack. I'm in my white tank top and shorts set. I fully anticipate him fucking me so I move to take my top off.

He waves his hands ant me, "No, baby. We're not doing that tanite."

As he gets in the bed, I feel more sadness sweep over me and a wonder, "You don't want to make love to me? You don't want me?"

He cups my cheek and sighs "I want ya more than anything, baby. But ya went through something traumatic earlier. Plus, reliving those old memories of that fucker couldn't've been easy on ya. Ya need something else basides sex right now. Ya need me. And I'm here fer ya. I love ya, Delia."

Happy tears pool as I hear this and I respond by wrapping my arms around him, "I love you too, Drew. More than you'll ever know."

He puts his hand on my back with the ice pack and kisses the top of my head, "I do know, baby. I can feel it."

The coldness eased my aching muscles, but the love, comfort and care Drew gave me healed my heart and mind. It was the first time in my life I knew what true love felt like. He held me tight to his warm, large chest all night, allowing me to sleep with my head resting on it as he caressed and embraced me. I felt safe and adored, which is all I ever wanted from him.

We did make wild, passionate love the following morning. As he moved within me with each hard, pounding thrust, I fell even more in love with him than before. As we laid there in the aftermath before we had to rise and catch a flight to the next house show, tangled up with our limbs and messy bedsheets, I prayed that it wouldn't be long before he finally stopped living the lie with Kerry and committed to the love we had for each other.

But that was not the case...