I ask if she's okay.

I sit at the end of Sasha's bed and put my hand on her leg.

"Are you okay, Sasha?" I ask, softly.

Sasha, still crying, looks up at me. You can see her makeup running down her face. "I will be, I'm just really upset and angry at him."

"Who, your husband?"

"Yeah." She sniffs.

"Hey, look at me." I say, getting Sasha to sit up, which she does. I take her hands into mine as we stare into each others eyes. "What I think you should do is tomorrow, ask him to go out for lunch and try and sort things out. Tell him what your issues are, allow him to tell you his, and hopefully you two will sort things out." Sasha lets out a little smile as she considers my advice.

"You're right. I will. I'll text him first thing tomorrow." She says, now smiling and wiping her tears. "Hug me John." She reaches her arms out at me. I return the hug. "Thank you." She says, before we release each other.

We carry on talking for a little while, until we fall asleep in our own beds.

The following morning, I woke up to the sound of a kettle boiling water. I sat up and noticed Sasha was making coffee. She was wearing a lacy pink bra with matching panties. I could see her ass crack through them. She then got two mugs out of the cupboard and began adding the ingredients into them. She looked back and saw that I was awake.

"Morning John. I hope you don't mind my attire." She says, turning back to focus on our coffees.

"Morning. And I don't mind, I like it." I flirt as she giggles. She finished making the coffees and hands me one. She sits on the other side of my bed this time. "So, have you arranged to meet your husband this afternoon?"

"Yeah. We're meeting at the coffee bar at 2." She responds, smiling.

"Good. Gives me time to work out before tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" She asks, cluelessly.

"Takeover, silly. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Oh yeah, I remember. I was just too focused on meeting my husband."

"I've got to be there because I have to make some sort of appearance tonight. I think I have to present the NXT Championship to the winner tonight."

"That's right. Will got injured, didn't he?"

"Yeah. Now Drew McIntyre and Pete Dunne are competing for it."

"That's gonna be sweet. Look, I've got to get ready. Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Not at all. It's all yours."

Sasha grabs her clothes and her shampoo and rushes to the bathroom. I watch her butt as she runs in. She spends about fifteen minutes in there, which gives me enough time to go through my phone. I go through Instagram where I see a load of people tagging me in that photo of me walking into the hotel. Of course people were assuming that I was debuting, a lot correctly guessing that I was Sasha Banks' tag team partner. I decided to post a selfie of me in the hotel bed with the caption:

'See you guys tonight! #NXTBrooklyn'

As I do, Sasha walks out in her outfit. She looked undeniably hot as hell.

"Wow. You look great." I say, after natural instinct.

"Thank you John. Got to go get my man back, so I need to impress."

"Of course. Go have fun, and good luck." I say as she walks out of the door. I watch her ass again, of course.

She shuts the door. I finish off my coffee and prepare to go to the gym. When I get there, I spot a few WWE Superstars, including Sheamus, Finn Balor, Charlotte Flair and one of the NXT Tag Team Champions, Killian Dain. I work out doing my usual regime. I have conversations with almost everyone. A few were too busy so I didn't bother them. The NXT guys were pleased to see me. The WWE guys were also happy to see me. After about an hour and a half, I get back to the hotel. Sasha wasn't back yet. It wasn't long until she was, though.