"Fuck."

Heaving bodies collapsed underneath a mass of silken sheets. A tangle of amber-toned arms, legs and indigo silk were illuminated by the sporadic flickering candles surrounding the bed.

Fiona Raneri rolled away from her lover, closing her eyes for a moment to take in the deep scent of sandalwood and sex filling the room. A lazy smile came to her full lips as she let out a long sigh. "The candles were a nice touch."

Joe Anoa'i turned to her, his eyes falling on the soft features only exaggerated by the flickering candlelight. He studied her smooth caramel-toned face, the soft curve of her round cheeks, her thick arched brows and her wild dark curls that stuck to her sweat-covered forehead. When his eyes fell on the goofy smirk on her full pink lips he couldn't help but match the grin with one of his own.

"I was half-expecting you to make fun of me for them."

"You're right. They are kinda corny." She raised a taunting brow as her brown eyes met his. A flash of upset betrayed the handsome man's features for only a moment. But in the flicker of light he smiled once again at the recovering brunette beside him. He leaned in for a kiss, wasting no time nibbling at her flushed lips. His tattooed arm snaked around Fiona's waist, pulling her naked body against his own as his hand gripped onto her back. He appreciated that Fiona was not stick-thin as many of the women he worked with on the roster. Groping the curvy woman never failed to excite the Samoan, and made Fiona aware by his thick throbbing member pressing against her thigh.

"Hey—Hey, I gotta- I gotta get going sweets." Fiona managed to stammer between rough, needy kisses. She immediately felt his arms go limp around her, as an exasperated sigh escaped his lips.

"It's 4 AM. I think you can stay in bed a little longer." He struggled to keep his voice steady instead of pleading. Fiona could hear the desperation in his voice however and smirked as she propelled herself off of the comfortable mattress. She absolutely loved this man's attention.

"I can't stay in Baltimore much longer. Flight to NYC at 6 AM, arrives at 7. Drive from LGA to Stamford is about an hour and a half. I will be walking into a Mar-Com first thing at 9. So no, I can't stay longer. Now do you have the other hotel key? I have to return them downstairs." She began to gather her thick dampened curls into a messy bun atop her head.

"Do you only speak in abbreviations? What the hell is a Mar-Com?"

"Marketing and Communications. You know this, Joe. Huge meeting. I have some chastising to do." She swiftly collected her abandoned clothes from the floor before blowing out the candles on her side of the bed and flicking on the light. "Hotel key?"

Joe rolled his eyes as the ambience of the room completely faded away with the candlelight and his erection. He threw his muscled arms over the edge of the bed and blindly fondled his abandoned pants for the hotel key. He tossed the plastic card to the woman, she caught it effortlessly and sprinted for the shower. "Make sure to wait an hour to leave after I check out!"

"Love you too." Joe grumbled under his breath as he closed his eyes and took in the residual scent of Sandalwood in the room, hoping to recapture the night he just spent with Fiona just one more time.

"Really guys? Seriously?" Fiona remarked in a condescending tone. She crossed her arms as she scanned the conference room for any eye contact. All heads were bowed down at their papers or looking outside of the large windows overlooking downtown Stamford. It was a particularly bright day considering it was the middle of winter. Even so, the sun shone through the Titan towers windows and cast a harsh bright light on all the eyes averting Fiona at the head of the conference room.

"Sales are shit this quarter. We should be sold out of Mania tickets by now, and we are not." Fiona sighed and slammed her pad folio onto the conference table. "I just don't understand what's wrong with everyone in this department." Her brown eyes probed the bright room, looking for an answer. She fixed on her Marketing Analyst, Jonas. "Jonas, do you have any explanation for this?"

The plump blonde man nearly choked on his coffee when he realized all eyes were on him. He cleared her throat and flipped through his notes furiously before giving up. " I've followed the trends closely, and I haven't really been able to find a strong enough correlation—"

"Creative secured an amazing card, Accounting managed to get us nearly double of last year's ad budget and what? …Am I supposed to tell the WWE that Advertising dropped the ball despite all the support we have from literally every other department here?" She paced back and forth in her heels, each step was deliberate in instilling fear in her employees.

"Shit! Shit shit shit!" A woman's voice echoed from the back of the conference room. All heads turned toward the commotion. Fiona squinted to see a brown-skinned woman with red lips and a pile of long, kinky hair atop her head. Despite the woman dressed in business attire, she was hopping on her left foot while cursing and holding her right foot in pain.

"Evelyn?" Fiona furrowed her thick brows. The room focused on Fiona once again, noticing the expression of recognition on her face. She quickly shook her head to regain her sharp expression from before, she could see someone flinch slightly out of the corner of her eye.

"It's quarter after. Why did you even bother showing up?" The venom of Fiona's words caused the woman to frown briefly. She opened her mouth to retort but thought better of it when Fiona raised one brow.

"Sorry." The woman muttered as she pulled her heel back onto her foot and shuffled to the seat closest to her.

"Well don't sit down now, you've interrupted the meeting already." She sighed and motioned for the well-dressed woman to stand up. "Everyone, this is our new director of Marketing, Evelyn Moore. She's from the NFL Network and knows a thing or two about increasing sales for Superbowl-like events. Unlike most of you."

Evelyn felt a proud grin tug at her lips.

"But unfortunately, she doesn't know about arriving to meetings on time, but I digress." She remarked with the hint of a smile on her pink lips. "Welcome to the WWE Evelyn, I'm sure this will be a great partnership for years to come, don't you agree?"

The tension in the room was palpable between the two women, a period of silence passed over the room before a man cleared his throat loudly.

"Well let's get on with the presentation, shall we?" Fiona broke the silence as she turned to the board behind her.

"What the fuck was that about Fi?" Evelyn strutted towards the taller woman with hands on her hips. "You get me this gig and humiliate me the first day I'm here?"

The conference room echoed with the sound Evelyn's heels clicking across the shiny hardwood floor and her rich voice. Fiona glanced over her shoulder, surveying the halls outside of the conference room for any prying eyes or ears. Once she realized no one was watching, her soft features broke into an excited expression. She dropped the stack of papers in her hands and stretched her arms open to capture her friend in a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Listen, I just had to keep up appearances. You know how it is. Show these idiots your soft side and suddenly you're out of a job." Fiona squeezed her friend tightly before pulling away and studying her friend's striking features. Her tight kinks framed her frowning face, high cheekbones and thin brows framed her large glaring brown eyes.

"I'm sorry! Really, I love you so much, don't kill me!" Fiona gathered her friend in a hug again, and this time she felt the shorter woman's body relax into the hug. A smile spread onto Evelyn's signature red lips.

"You're fucking psycho, you know that?" She playfully shoved her friend back. "So this is what the Titan towers did to you, huh? Made you a power-hungry bitch?"

"Fake it till you make it."

"Well you could've fooled me with that performance back there… How you feeling about drinks tonight? I need to knock a few back to forget about you dragging me in front of the whole department."

"I can't, I have to go over some really important commercial bids tonight."

"Really important commercial bids? Sounds like you're ditching me for some dick!" Evelyn cackled loudly and made an ass-smacking motion with her hands.

Fiona tried to keep a straight face as she glared at her best friend. She couldn't keep her composure, however, and broke into an equally loud laugh. "Fuck you, alright. I just have to get home, I've been away for so long and I miss him."

"Fine. Ditch me for your man. Hell, I'd do the same, it's been a drought and I'm hella thirsty."

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun quenching that thirst on your own tonight."

"You right!" Evelyn blew her friend a kiss before strutted out of the conference room.

Fiona kicked off her black stilettos and immediately felt the relief of her feet spring from the constricting heels. She leaned against the doorframe of the entryway into the expansive foyer of her home. The brightness of the chandelier high above her was harsh on her eyes. They slowly adjusted from the darkness of the night she just drove through. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes to alleviate them of their pain. She enjoyed the still quietness that filled her home, and reveled in it, nearly falling asleep to the silence.

"Fi? Baby, is that you?" A deep, gravelly voice echoed through the home. Fiona roused from her moment of silent bliss and plastered a smile to her lips. She stood up straight, flattened her black pencil skirt, and pushed a dark lock behind her ear.

"Yeah, I just got in!" Fiona limped around the corner to the brightly-lit living room. The soft white carpet beneath her feet gave her instant relief. She silently thanked herself for ordering a memory foam padding install underneath the carpets. The tired woman was suddenly gathered in a strong embrace from behind. She smiled weakly as rough stubble grazed her soft cheek, lips pressing against them frantically trailing down to her neck.

"God, I missed you." The man growled.

Fiona mustered a moan as the man assaulted her neck with kisses, his large body pressed against her from behind. She felt the start of an erection poking into her back, and immediately she broke from his embrace.

"Paul!" She snapped. She quickly realized she sounded too harsh and just as quickly regained her composure. "I'm sorry baby, I'm just a little stressed out… Mind if I freshen up a bit?"

"Absolutely."

She carefully placed a soft kiss on Paul's thin lips, while one hand ran through his blonde, buzzed hair. Paul Levesque grinned into the kiss before Fiona pulled away.

She couldn't deny the man was handsome, his rugged qualities aged well on his face, and his large stature made Fiona feel small. Her eyes met his brown deeply hooded eyes, and she was reminded that this man was crazy about her, and what's more, this man was going to be her husband in 3 weeks' time. The thought alone made Fiona feel uneasy, and so she unraveled from her fiancée's arms and started for the restroom.

She closed the door behind her and let out a deep breath. It had been 2 years and she still wasn't completely used to the idea of her and Paul being together. She grinned and bared it, however, for her own sake. She controlled her breath, closing her eyes to focus on the inhale and exhale, and nothing else.

Her focused breathing was interrupted by a vibration in her blazer pocket. She instinctively reached for her phone, expecting a text or email about work. She opened her eyes to see a strange message from an unknown number.

Don't you think it's time to confess?

Fiona frowned at the message, her eyes flashing between the unfamiliar phone number and strange message. Her heart began to thud in her chest as her mind started to race. She quickly replied back, struggling to keep her breathing regular.

Who the fuck is this?

Could it be? Could someone really know her secret? Fiona was unsure, but hoped desperately that the person on the other end of the texts was a wrong number, or perhaps a troll who had no real substance.

The sender replied with a photo that made Fiona's face pale in an instant.

Framed by white sheer curtains, Joe and Fiona sat on a hotel bed, entangled in a steamy kiss. Candles surrounded the two as her arms wrapped around the wide frame of Joe, his hands on her curvy waist, their lips pressed together passionately.

Another image followed; Fiona trapped in her fiancée's arms, a tired expression gracing her features as he lay a tenacious kiss on her soft neck.

Her phone fell from her hands and her knees buckled. The world around her began to shift and sway, a tight coil twisted her core as she began to drool profusely. She heaved as she threw up on her porcelain bathroom floor.

"Fuck."