Hello, loves! I'm finally back with another chapter you Dreely fans! 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!

Last time, a little angst and jealousy crept into Drew and Deely's budding romance. As we move the timeline forward a couple of months to the beginning of the next calendar year, what is going on with this steamy, precious yet delicate affair? 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. *

January 12, 2023

Delia's Home, East Nashville

Cordelia POV

Well, Happy fucking New Year to me! I roll my eyes as I pack my weekend bag and gear. Except this time, it's not for work. I took a rare weekend off from Smackdown, house shows and the following Monday Night Raw. I made a promise to someone special and I'm going to stick to it. This is what I'm looking forward to though. This is not the reason for my irritation.

The real reason? Oh, take a wild fucking guess! It's been over a month since I've been with Drew. He ruptured his eardrum at Survivor Series: Wargames match and had to go off the road for healing. He was told he'd be out at least through Royal Rumble in January. As a result, he couldn't drive due to his equilibrium issues, so you know what that means.

No way I'm going to his house with the threat of getting caught fucking him in his marriage bed. He begged me so many times to do just that. We were on FaceTime almost every night sexting and doing naughty things. He kept asking me to come over while his cunt of a wife was at work. I refused, but as a result I'm frustrated and horny as hell!

Oh, but that's not the best/worst part of this time. I had to spend my Christmas break all alone! We were hit with a massive blizzard in Nashville for the holidays. I couldn't get out and my family from North Carolina couldn't get to me.

I was planning on having my siblings and their families come to me for once, but it obviously didn't happen. As much as I don't like their constant meddling in my personal life, I do miss them and not seeing them during the holidays hurt like a hell.

To pile onto my fucking misery, not being able to be with Drew was made worse by seeing Kerry's goddamn Instagram post! The two of them out playing in the snow, making funny faces at each other, kissing like a goddamn couple in love… Fuck!

I get pissed off as hell just thinking about it! When I confronted Drew about it, I got the same runaround from him I've heard a million times before: 'It's not real', It's all a show fer her', 'It's you I love and wanna be with'. Blah fucking blah BLAH! Prove it! Just leave her! I don't need to be "protected" from others' bullshit opinions of me. I just wanna be with the man I love.

She's such a damn fake ass bitch and just all-around shit excuse for a human. She is supposed to be a nurse or doctor or something in the medical field. Honestly, I don't give two shits what she is. But she had him go to a Tennessee Titans game, a LOUD ASS FOOTBALL GAME with thousands of people screaming, while he had a busted eardrum! Talk about a shitty bedside manner. I'd hate to be one of her patients. Pretty sure she'd try to poison my IV bag or some other bullshit to off me.

Yeah, all of this has me in a foul fucking mood as I finally finish packing and bring my bags to the living room. I didn't get him for Christmas or even a New Year's kiss. But she sure as fuck did! I saw it on her post praising her "perfect husband" for his kissing skills and the beautiful birthday present he bought her. Cunt! Yeah, Drew told me she bought it herself…with HIS credit card. Such a good little wifey!

I stop to take a drink of water, and my heart flutters when I hear the key rattle in my back doorknob. And there he comes into my kitchen. Why does he have to look so goddamn sexy? He's standing before me wearing a long sleeve knit hoodie and those low riding black jeans. His hair is slicked back in a ponytail, and I'm having to fight the urge to jump into his arms and fuck him right here on my kitchen counter. But I'm mad, damn it!

He rushes to me and pulls me against that thick, warm body. Fuck! He starts kissing me and of course, I have to give in. His hands are all over me, now lifting my top off and over my head. I'm getting my angry at myself for allowing him to have his hands all over me, but it feels so damn good!

He works on my bra as he growl-whispers, "Jesus fucking Christ! I missed ya sa fucking bad, baby. All I wanted was ta be with mah Princess."

I pull away and pout, "I'm not happy with you not being here, especially at Christmas. I was hoping we could spend some time together like a real couple since my family wasn't able to…oh GOD!"

This was due to him continuing to disrobe me until the next thing I know, I'm bare ass naked. He's picked me up and set me on the island in the center of my kitchen and immediately put that gorgeous bearded face between my thighs. I lose conscious thought of any anger or sadness I've felt this past month as his tongue traces my already damps folds over and over.

I practically break my nails gripping the edge as Drew starts devouring me. I lay back as he plunges that long delectable tongue inside me over and over. I'm mad at hell at myself now as I arch my back from the pleasure of it all. I shouldn't want this as bad as I do. But FUCK! The things that man does to me with his mouth should be illegal. Thank fuck they're not!

He uses his thumb and middle finger to uncover my tiny nub, allowing his lips to start suckling on it. I'm in a frenzy screaming his name as he captures my clit between his teeth, holding it steady as he flattens his tongue on the surface over and over. The friction creating that familiar tingling in my lower areas as my body starts to quake.

I keen out, "Oh shit! Drew, I'm close! Fuck, baby!"

Before he can even response, my lower parts seize up and I feel the hot liquid explode. I'm pretty sure I wet his entire beard, proved more when he looks up at me with that smug ass smirk on his face. He uses his finger to wipe around his mouth, cleaning off the evidence of my orgasm. Then, the damn devil sticks his finger in his mouth and pulls it out, making a loud popping sound.

He snickers, "Good ta tha last fucking drop. Time fer Daddy ta show ya just how much he's missed his Princess."

My mind is still in a blur as he picks me up off the island like a practically weigh nothing and wraps my legs around that muscular waist. As he carries me to the bedroom, I manage to pull off his t-shirt and throw it on the floor. I start to kiss his neck, knowing that drives him crazy. He groans with a deep bass as he roughly drops me on my bed.

He says as he takes off his shoes and jeans and kicks them to the side in record time, "Goddamn it, Delia. When will I ever tire of wanting ya?"

I feel the mattress indent as he starts to crawl to me, looking like a horny feral jungle cat. Fuck me, this man is sex on a proverbial meat stick! His blue eyes have turned stormy with desire, and I feel my entire body trembling with a longing need for him.

I sit up to meet his gaze and pull the back of his silky long black hair, "The answer is never. And I'll love you forever, baby."

I reach down and run my finger across my slit, collecting the wetness still evident from his earlier labors. His mouth is agape from the shock of my boldness, so I take the opportunity to rub my fingertip against his lips, coating them with my essence.

I grab the back of his head and kiss him deeply. He allows my tongue entry into the warm haven as it massages his. I taste my own sweet saltiness as I pull back slightly. My other finger caresses the length of the object I crave the most in this world. I feel it pulse as my thumb circles the tip of his engorged head.

I moan, "It's been too goddamn long. Fuck me, Drew. And don't even think about being gentle."

Drew POV

Oh, did I obey her sassy, sexy command! We're lying here on her bed, both on our backs with labored, heaving breathing after that incredible and MUCH needed fucking. She wanted a good pounding? She got it! I put her in every position possible, some impossible but we managed anyway. I came sa hard and sa many times, I lost count.

She dug her nails in mah shoulders as she orgasmed the last time, that one even more intense as tha numerous ones I gave her bafer. I look over at her, her large, rosy peaked tits still rising and falling, and I swear…I think she's actually cross with me. It's almost like our sex was angry.

Her green eyes cut over ta me and I lose mah breath all over again. Jesus Christ, she's sa fucking amazing and beautiful, more than I ever deserved in this life. I pull her other ta mah said and kiss her on tha temple. I love tha feel of her flushed, well-loved skin next ta mine, her curly raven hair splayed on mah chest. Cuddling close ta Delia is one of mah favorite places in tha world.

But she surprises me as she sits up and rises from tha bed without a word. She walks inta tha kitchen and collects her clothes and makes haste inta her master bathroom. I hear tha sink water running sa I'm guessing she's cleaning herself up after making love. I'm confused as I get up and walk over ta tha bathroom doorway and lean against it.

I smirk as I watch her now fixing her hair fully clothed again and say, "Come back ta bed, baby. I need mah arms around ya."

But she brushes past me and flatly says, "Sorry. I have something I need to do before I leave."

She goes over and puts something in her travel bag. Ah! I assume as I put mah underwear and jeans back on, "Ya heading out ta Smackdown a day early? Good idea. What hotel did ya book?"

She continues ta busy herself, almost like she's trying ta avoid mah gaze, "I'm not leaving until tomorrow. But I'm not going to be at Smackdown this week. Not the house shows or Raw neither. I took the weekend off work."

I look up at her as I finish putting mah shoes on, "Oh. I was finally able ta go back on that road this week. I was hoping we could spend all mah time with ya. Where are ya going?"

She doesn't answer me right away. She's acting sa very strange. I walk over ta her as she tosses mah shirt from the kitchen floor, "Delia, did ya hear me?"

She rolls her luggage ta tha back door and says, "I heard you. I'm choosing not to answer."

I narrow mah eyes and grab her hand as she passes by me again, "Wait, what's going on? Where are ya going?"

She jerks her hand away quickly, "I told you before not to do that! I don't have to tell you where I'm going, Drew."

I step in front of her and caress her arm, "Delia, what's up in ya? Ya've acted sore as hell at me tha entire time I've been here. Where are ya going?"

She shrugs out of mah grasp and scowls, "And I told you it's not my duty to tell you where I'm going or what I'm doing! I'm not your wife, remember? Speaking of which, I need to finish up and it's getting close to quitting time. You should go home and make more fucking snow angels with Kerry."

Mah shoulders go slack, and I roll mah eyes. Now, I'm tha one that's pissed off and I grumble, "And so there it is! OK, let's have at it Delia! Another thing yer gonna hold over my head, eh? I didn't wanna do any of that…"

She turns around and explodes at me, "Oh I know! You NEVER wanna do any of that stuff with her. But you DO IT ANYWAY! It's the same cycle over and over, Drew. I see you with her living a lie and I get pissed. You smooth things over, saying it's me you want, and we wind up fucking each other's brains out. And yet, I'M the one that was all alone at Christmas! I'M the one that has to watch you live this lie and yet look so fucking happy while doing it! That shit hurts every time I see you with her! And now, I'm supposed to let you know MY every move? I don't think so!"

I can feel mah nostrils flaring as I pointedly ask, "Why don't ya wanna tell me? What's with tha secrecy? Are ya meeting up with that Craig guy or something? Are ya fucking someone else?"

Her eyes widen and I see her luscious bottom lip start ta tremble. Fuck me, I've gone too far! I regretted the words as soon as they escape mah lips as she rages, "Are you kidding me right now? Are you still jealous of that guy from Sheamus' wedding? Sorry to disappoint your massive fucking ego, Big D, but I haven't seen or heard from him since then! YOU are the only man I've been with in over a year and a half and you fucking KNOW THAT! And how do I not know that you're still fucking Kerry every night while playing around with me?"

I rumble back, "I told ya I haven't, and I've never once lied ta ya. I could've easily done that since I'm not tha one who's living alone but I haven't! I don't want her! Sa, why won't ya tell me where yer going and who yer gonna be with?"

She screams, "FUCK YOU! I'm not some pathetic little girl you can just string along! It's none of you goddamn business where I'm going and who I'm seeing!"

I regret everything I just said immediately as I reach out ta her, "Delia, baby. I'm sa…"

But she won't even let me get the words out at she goes to the door with tears streaming down her lovely heart shaped face, "Save it! I don't wanna hear it. I'm done with this conversation. I want you out of here. Now. Go."

I walk over and try ta plead mah case, "Princess, please. I love ya so much."

She practically snarls at me through sobs, "Just not enough to leave your bitch wife for, right? I said I want you out and I mean it. I have things to take care of before I leave for my trip tomorrow morning, and I won't spend another minute with you acting like this. Go!"

I hang mah head like a whipped puppy as I start ta walk out, but not bafer I look at her and say, "I love ya more than anything in the damn world, Delia. Tha only reason I'm still with her is ta protect ya from scorn. And I never thought of ya as pathetic. If either of us fit that term, it's me. I'm tha one stuck in a marriage I don't want when I love someone else with mah whole heart. I'll text ya later."

She wipes the wetness from her cheeks, just for fresh tears ta replace them as she cuts her eyes away from mah gaze, "You'll have to forgive me if I don't answer, Drew. I need time to breathe, and I need you to go. She should be home soon anyway."

I sigh as I walk out, and she slams tha door behind me. I can hear her on the other side bawling her eyes out. I want nothing more than ta kick it down and take her back in mah arms. But I know after all that, I need ta give her some space right now.

But I'll be damned if I let her shut me out. I know without a doubt that Delia Alexander and I belong tagather and nothing and no one will stand in our way ta true happiness. That's why I'll be here bright and damn early tamarra morning, and I will follow her ta wherever tha fuck she's going. I'm calling Triple H now and letting him know that I'm still not "feeling good".

I don't know why she refuses ta tell me where she's going, or even more, who she's gonna be with, but I intend ta find out! Did I act like an ass? Absolutely. But do I deserve ta be kept in tha dark? Nah. I will find out what tha fuck is going on.

January 13, 2023

Gatlinburg Convention Center: Gatlinburg, Tennessee

Cordelia POV

I can't believe the day is finally here! I'm so excited as I wait out in the lobby. After leaving super early this morning and making that long ass three-and-a-half-hour drive to The Smokies, I dropped my personal items off at the beautiful cabin I rented for the weekend. That hot tub on the screened in porch will be calling my name after that ride and the events of the day ahead.

Not to mention all the stress from Drew yesterday. I have to take in a deep inhale. I hated how I allowed things to escalate yesterday. I let my anger at our situation get the best of me. I cried myself to sleep last night. I missed him all over again after I made him leave.

True to his word, he did text me after he left. Actually, three times. The first was lyrics for one of his favorite bands, Oasis: 'We're all of the stars, we're fading away. Just try not to worry, you'll see us some day. Just take what you need, and be on your way and stop crying your heart out.'

The second was from one of my favorite songs, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol: 'I don't quite know how to say. How I feel. Those three words are said too much. They're not enough. If I lay here. If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?'

His last one did me in and I almost broke my promise to myself to not respond: 'Yer Daddy will always love you, my sweet Princess. Please never doubt that.' But I didn't say anything back, and I have to shake these loving thoughts of Drew out of my head. He's not my focus today. This weekend is for…

Are you fucking joking?! Please tell me I'm seeing some large, handsome as hell Scottish mirage or something! No, it's him. He's here. Why? He waltzes into the front doors of the convention center, holding open the door of one of the ladies, who blushes and giggles at his fucking adorable smile and charm.

He strolls up to me and holds his hands out like 'tah-dah', "Well, fancy seeing ya here, beautiful."

I frantically look around, completely freaking out, "What in the fuck are you doing here? I told you… Did you follow me all the way from Nashville?"

He comes to stand so close in front of me that I can feel the heat coming off his skin despite the colder than a well digger's ass weather outside and says, "Ya bet yer sexy ass I followed ya. Speaking of that ass, how are ya healing up after I fucked ya inta oblivion and back again yesterday?"

I hiss as he boastfully wags his eyebrows, "Will you keep your voice down. I told you I didn't have to tell you a damn thing."

He reminds me, being way too close for comfort given our current location, "And I will not allow ya ta shut me outta yer life, Delia. And now, ya can't yell at me in a public forum like that, sa ya can't get outta it this time. Now, what tha fuck are ya doing here and who are ya seeing? And what's with all these little girls running around in these frilly costumes?"

I try to beg with him, "Drew… Damn it, fine! I will explain everything when I get back to Nashville, OK? But I need you to go now. Please leave before they see us…"

But the next sweet voice I hear next makes it clear it's too late for that, "Aunt DeeDee! Mommy! Daddy! Aunt LuLu! Uncle Lee! Everyone, look! Aunt DeeDee is here for me! Just like she promised!"