Happy Together. (Completed)

Chapter Four.

Finn's POV:

Stephanie was really drunk so I just decided to take her home. Not in that way but she needed a ride. Joey and Jaime would drive her insane if she decided to ride with them. I know this because they were driving me insane just standing there. The whole car ride there she kept rambling on and on about Hunter. I'm not sure if she realizes this but she pretty much revealed all her personal secrets to me. How she should've known he was cheating because of his "lack of performance" in the bedroom. That he was quiet and would only hold a conversation with her when it was about business. It was a really good thing that I'm not a vindictive person because I could write a whole book on everything she's telling me.

"You know, that's it right there." I glanced at her, "What do you mean?" "He's not attracted to me anymore and can you blame him? I'm not young and pretty anymore. I have simply let go. Nikki is still young and hot and I'm just..ugh. I'm not her. She's got a nice set of tits on her to-" "Yeah that she paid for. Hunter's an idiot if he'd rather have Nikki Bella, who's plastic, versus you, who's 100% real. I mean given the choices, I'd pick you every time." "You're just saying that because I'm your boss." I parked the truck and turned it off then I looked at her, "I'm saying it because it's true. Steph, you're perfect and if your husband can't see that, well someone else." She started to wipe her eyes but I reached over and wiped them for her. "Thanks, Finn." "No problem, darling."

"All this rambling about my problems and I didn't even ask you why you were in the bar." I hesitated then bit my lip, "Just hanging out." "At this time of night? People show up at bars at this time of night because they're dealing with stuff." "Well, I'm not really dealing with anything. I just wanted a drink." "But you didn't drink." I nodded, "You are correct. I did not drink and it's a good thing I didn't because I wouldn't have been able to give you a ride home. You would've been stuck with Joey and Jaime as your designated drivers." She frowned, "Why do they think I need babysitters? I'm a 38 year old woman. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." I smiled, "There's no way you're 38. You don't look a day over 24." "Hey Finn?" "Hm?" "Flattery gets you nowhere and everywhere at the same time." We both started laughing and I got out the truck, "Come on, let's get you to your room before you pass out in the parking lot."

We didn't say another word until we got to the elevator in the lobby of the hotel room. Lucky for us, no paparazzi because it wouldn't look like what it actually was. She almost slipped several times and sighed, "Finn, I can barely stand on my own." She started laughing and I just smiled politely. I helped her inside the elevator and, once she told me which floor, pressed three. I picked her up in my arms because at this rate, with the way she kept slipping, we would've never made it to the room. She rested her head on my chest and that made me realize how long it's been since a woman has actually been this way with me. It was kind of nice but it wasn't suppose to be. No matter what, I thought, this woman in your arms is married. But, this same woman, needed rescuing in that bar because of her husband. I just felt so torn.

It's not in my nature to take advantage of drunk lonely married women. I couldn't do that. Not even if I was drunk as well could I do it. Being sober and taking advantage was simply out of the question. Any other superstar, NXT or main roster, would've used this as ammo. For their own selfish gain. The Authority has been treating so many people wrong from the start, from employees to former employees. Now, here I was with the billion dollar princess and she was heavily intoxicated. The opportunity presented itself and Steph was so distraught...but I couldn't do it. It's just not who I am.

"What's it like being you?" She was running her fingers through my hair at this point. I looked at her as we walked down the hall, "What's it like being me?" "Yeah. What's it like being you? Traveling all over the world and wrestling for these different wrestling promotions. Being trained in Japan and winning gold in every company you've ever been in. Every tournament you've entered, you've won and conquered. You're basically wrestling royalty." I smiled, "Wow. Someone's been doing their fair share of research." "Hunter use to have me help out seeking the NXT talent." "Oh really?" "No, not really. I just wanted to see what you were about. You're an incredible wrestler." "Well this incredible wrestler needs your incredible room key to get inside." "You don't need a key to get inside," Steph grinned winking. I chuckled, "Well I meant the room."

Stephanie surrendered the key and I opened the door. I should've stopped right here but I really didn't want to. I justified by reasoning by telling myself I had to make sure she made it to bed at least. Then, I can go. Going, however, didn't feel right. I felt as though someone had to protect her and it was my duty to do so. I don't know. I haven't felt this protective in quite awhile. It was reassuring. I continued walking with her in my arms and closed the door behind me. I answered her question finally,"Being me really isn't as glamorous as it is on paper. While yes, all of it is true about my accomplishments, it's also very exhausting. It's very time consuming and I never know where I'm going to be the next day. I never know who I'm facing until moments before a match so I have no time to prepare both physically and mentally. It's a nonstop guessing game." "Not to mention the body paint."

I laughed, "Ah, yes. The body paint." Before NXT, I use to have hours and hours of body paint sprayed on me as part of my gimmick. I would wrestle as various different characters from The Joker to Freddy Kruger, I've pretty much done it all. The body paint would take hours and hours to apply and I had to stay awake for it all. It's not easy standing in one spot for four to five hours as some woman, or man, is painting all over. Thank god that's all over with. "You should bring back the body paint. I liked when you were The Joker, it was pretty accurate." "How accurate can an Irish joker be?" We both laughed again. I don't know what it is about Steph but she wasn't as intimidating as I thought she'd be. She was actually pretty easy to talk to...or at least the drunk side of her was.

"Let's get you to your bedroom." "Sounds hot," she smiled. I chuckled again, "I meant so you can pass out properly, boss lady." I walked toward her bedroom and lied her down on the bed before me. This is the part where I should've left but instead, the selfish side of me found yet another reason to stay. "You change into whatever you sleep in and I'll get you some water okay? I'll be right back okay?" I watched her nod then I walked back to the front where the kitchen is.

As I was fixing her water, a million things were running through my head. They all centered around the burning question. What the hell are you doing? This is Stephanie McMahon we're talking about here. This is Vince McMahon's daughter! The man that can make or break you with one look. Oh and her husband? Gave you an opportunity to work for one of the top wrestling promotions in the world. He sought you out specifically to make his brand bigger and better. And, in return, you're here with his wife. His drunk and disoriented wife. This is wrong, I thought, I should go. I poured the glass of water then walked back to the bedroom but I quickly covered my eyes, "Stephanie, put some clothes on."

"Whyyyyyy? I sleep naked just so you know." "I doubt you sleep on top of the covers. Seriously, put some clothes on." Her whole tone changed and she was back to being as emotional as she was in the car. "See what I mean? I'm not attractive anymore," She said then started crying. Oh dear. Way to go, Finn, way to go. I opened my eyes setting the water down then picked her up again pulling the covers back. I set her down pulling the covers over her then started wiping her tears away, "No, no. That's not it at all. Aw Steph, don't cry. You're very attractive." "But you don't want me." I shook my head, "You're not in your right mind right now. I never said I didn't want you but you see...I mean you're a married woman with three daughters. Who am I to ruin your family?" "My family is already ruined," She mumbled looking down.

I sat next to her and handed her the water. I made her drink then took the cup away, setting it down again, then I tilted her head up to look at me, "Your family will be repaired once again. Hunter will soon realize how much of an idiot he's being, end things with Nikki, and come back to you. You know why?" She shook her head. I whispered, "Because he loves you. Because every time he looks at you, his heart skips literally a thousand beats per second. You're wonderful, Stephanie McMahon, never forget that. After all, you are the queen.." I'm gonna be in so much trouble if anyone finds out what is going through my head right now. No, Steph leaned closer, no, I leaned even closer, no. I tilted my head one way and she tilted hers the other as our lips connected. We got caught up in a very intense make out session and I literally couldn't breathe. Not that I wanted to. I climbed on top of her and she moaned on my lips. I liked the sound of it, her moan, so I decided right then that I just had to hear more of that. I just had to.

Yup. I'm screwed.