Saturday
It was finally my day off for the weekend and I was ready to relax after a hectic working schedule after giving Joe my address. I haven't hung out with Emma in awhile due to my schedule.

However, I was sitting around and playing on my phone until I heard knocking on the door.

"The doors open!"

I heard my door opening and there he was. He was extremely attractive with his hair tied into a low bun, wearing a black shirt that said Head of the Table and was wearing some dark grey sweatpants and lastly, a pair of black and white Air Jordan shoes.

"Hey gorgeous."

"Don't call me that!" I teased, "Call me Chloe."

"Okay, short-stuff." He smirked.

"I can't be that short to you."

"Shit, I'm six-foot-three and you look like you're five-foot-three with your short ass."

"You're funny, Joe. You guessed correctly about my height." I laughed.

"Anyways, what do you wanna do today?"

"Maybe stay at home. I'm still jet-lagged after a long day at work."

"That works."

Joe and I decided to watch whatever was on the TV. It wasn't long until I found out that Toronto was getting a SmackDown episode through a commercial and Joe was leaning over my shoulder.

"You going?"

I jumped, "Shit, you scared me there for a moment."

"Sorry, I just thought I'd get you more into WWE since your friend likes it."

"Maybe I should. I wasn't disappointed the last time I went."

He smiled, "Then it's settled. I'm gonna get you and your friend some front row seats and even backstage passes so she can meet her favorite wrestlers. But don't tell her anything right now."

"Your secret is safe with me." I say, bringing my hand to my mouth and interpreting my mouth being zipped.

After that, we proceeded to watch whatever was on the TV for the next few hours. I glanced over at him for a moment to realize that he looked flustered in the face whilst scratching the side of his beard as he stared directly over at his phone.

"Is everything alright?"

"Not really, no." He huffed, "I'm tired of her always calling me a shitty husband."

"You seem like a down to earth person, Joe." I looked at him, "I don't understand why she's giving you a lot of problems when you're a busy man with a busy schedule."

"Exactly! You don't even know me much and you seem to understand more than she does. I've been married to her for years and she's not happy with the fact I'm always on the road and traveling around the world. I wrestle for a living and if I wasn't wrestling, I would've been in the NFL."

"Slow it down, Joe. Did you say that you would've been in the NFL?" I asked with widened eyes.

"Well, I had high hopes of making it in the NFL at one point in my life. I actually played for college football back in the day, and I was playing for a team called Georgia Tech."

"That's interesting, Joe." I grinned, "You definitely look like a football player in a way."

"I wish, but I'm more happier in the WWE where I'm making money like crazy. I'm part of this thing called the Samoan Dynasty, and I have many family members in this company which is the reason I became a wrestler. My father used to work in the company and I have three cousins in the business with one being in NXT, but I know you're not into wrestling as much, so I'll have to explain about NXT some other time. However, I love my job, but my wife doesn't seem to be thrilled with the fact I'm in the WWE because I'm never home due to my extremely busy schedule."

"Didn't she sign up for that before you two got married, or?"

"Yeah, but with her bipolar ass, I just can't do this anymore. I just don't know how I'm gonna do it."

"As in divorcing her?"

He nodded.

"I mean, I love her and all, but our marriage isn't working out and we've been married for eight-years. I thought she'd be a little more understanding."

"Eight-years?" I widened my eyes, "That's almost a whole decade with someone."

"Mhm."

Joe took a moment and nonchalantly spoke to me for awhile whilst scratching his slightly puffed out beard, "You know, I'm enjoying the company between us. I never thought I'd be traveling all the way to Toronto to see someone that I just met. Normally, I'm hanging out with my friend Colby or my two cousins in the company."

"That's awesome. It's nice hanging out with you Joe, and I love the friendship that we're starting to build together."

"I love it too." He smiled.

Joe
I looked over at Chloe and man, she looked absolutely gorgeous tonight. I proceeded to listen to her speak about her hobbies and getting to know one another in less than an hour. Unfortunately, I started feeling exhausted and I knew that I needed to get some rest for the night.

"Hey, I'm getting a little tired. Do you happen to have a guest room that I can sleep in?"

"Of course, I have one in the hallway to your left."

"Thank you, beautiful."

"Yeah, yeah." She said, rolling her eyes with a smile.

After taking my luggage into the guest bedroom for the night, I was laying back in the bed and staring up at the ceiling. I was deep into thought about my marriage and whatnot. Was Galina even worth my time? Something about Chloe had me feeling different...Like that saying goes, butterflies in my stomach? I don't know.

Before I was slumped over in the bed and was inching closer to sleeping a half hour later, my phone started to ring.

Thankfully, it wasn't Galina. But it was Colby.

"What's up, man?"

"Doing the most. I've been hanging out with Rebecca for awhile and relaxing with our daughter. You?"

"Shit man, I'm over at a girl's house."

"Whoa, are you hitting it with another woman? You sly dog!" He cackled.

"What? No!"

"I'm just kidding, Joe. Chill out, man."

"Well, her name is Chloe and I met her at that Toronto show not too long ago."

"Hold up, I met a Chloe that night too. Except she was backstage and meeting Fergal and I." He paused, "What does she look like?"

"She has black hair, around five-foot-three and she worn a pair of black and white Nikes."

"Oh shit, pardon me Joe but she's beautiful. Not as beautiful as my girl, Rebecca, but you get my gist."

"Yeah. I'm not hitting it although I wish I could, but she doesn't fuck with married men and I haven't had sex in awhile." I huffed, "It's a little aggravating, to say the least."

"Damn man. You're down bad, huh?" He cackled.

"What did you call me for anyways?"

"We have a show to do in two days in Houston and we gotta start preparing for WrestleMania in Arlington, Texas."

"Right." I sighed, "I completely forgot that we had to prepare for Mania. I'm gonna get some rest and I'll call back later."

"Alright man. Take care."

Hanging up the phone with Colby, I went back to what I was originally doing and staring at the ceiling in deep thought. I was still planning to divorce Galina, but what happens if she makes up some fake ass lies about me and makes TMZ and other reporters believe in her false accusations? If anything, she's a narcissistic, manipulative and a cold-hearted woman who would do anything to ruin me, if need be.

What is a man to do this in this situation?