What They Don't Know Won't Hurt Them...

"Sit Amy," Alex said, trying to buckle her daughter into her car seat.

"Mommy," Amy began, taking a small sip from her sippy cup before she continued, "where we going?"

Alex grunted, having a hard time with the belt buckle, "Grandma's house baby. Sit still pookie."

"Sowwie."

Alex finally got her buckled in and closed the door, soon sitting in the driver's seat when her cellphone went off. "Hey Mark," she answered, turning on her car, "how's it going?"

"Good kid," he answered, she could tell her was at an airport as she remembered Paul and everyone else were probably heading home after the Smackdown taping. "I need to ask you something, did you tell Paul anything about us way back?"

She sighed, closing her eyes for a couple seconds at a stop sign, "Accidentally I may have, we had an argument a couple weeks ago. Did he give you a hard time?"

"Nah, nothing like that. We were all having a couple drinks last night at some bar and we happen to be alone for a minute or two. He made a comment like 'So I bet you love the fact you can remember being with Alex huh?'. I didn't know what the hell he meant by that but--"

"I know what he meant," Alex said, turning left and trying not to say anything in front of Amy.

"You're going to have to explain it to me then."

She laughed a little, remember how much he hated not understand something as he'd spend time trying to understand. "I can't now. Little ears in the car."

"Let me talk to that little bit of heaven of yours," he laughed and Alex passed the phone to Amy.

"'Lo?"

Alex could hear Mark's heavy voice on her phone from the front, "Hey little one, it's Mark. Where you going?"

"Mark! Grandpa and Grandma! You too?"

"No Amy, that's family fun time. Let me talk to your Mom huh? Blow me a kiss."

She could hear Amy blow a loud kiss into the phone and hold it out to Alex's waiting hand. "You owe me a talk Alex," she heard him say when he could tell she'd taken back the phone.

"You got it. I'll see you this weekend."

~~~~

Alex trotted up the stairs with her bags, Amy somewhere below sitting next to Declan on the stairs talking about Declan's new toy. Vince was leaving his room, walking down the stairs when he saw her, reaching out to take a bag but Alex didn't hand him one, just continued on. Vince sighed, following his daughter and speaking quietly. "Alex I refuse to let you keep ignoring me." Paul hadn't been the only one she'd ignored the past month or so, even Vince had felt her wrath. She was careful not to let her mother and Stephanie notice she was upset, playing nice at dinners and the office. But alone with her Dad, he was lucky to get a yay or nay.

"Dad, I don't even want to be here. If this was Stephanie's birthday, I'd be in LA with John. Shane is so lucky he's my favorite right now."

Vince sighed, closing her bedroom door behind her, walking to her old desk and sitting down in the big arm chair she'd first felt Amy kick inside her, the chair she wrote her final essays for college, the chair where she was told by Vince he wanted her to work for the WWE. "Alex he had to know. It was good for the two of you."

"How so Daddy? Stephanie is cheating on him and then he finds out that not only have I been keeping secrets, they involve him. You didn't have to sit there and tell him you betrayed him. You didn't have to find out that Stephanie's been denying him what I could have given him."

"Alex," he began, leaning forward, "I'm going to talk to Stephanie...."

Alex shook her head, "Dad don't get involved!"

Vince sighed, "Stephanie is putting not just her marriage on the line but our company. Kurt isn't doing well. He's been highly medicating himself, failed a drug test. Alex I'm not talking to her to be nosy."

"I know, but this should be between Paul and Stephanie. Just like any secrets between Paul and I should have stayed between the two of us."

"And they would have been able to keep it between them but she's cheating on him with someone inside our company and from what I've been told, Paul wouldn't have heard rumors had Kurt not specifically been trying to spread the word to proper channels. Alex... I'm sorry. Please understand hurting you isn't what I intended and had I known about Stephanie I wouldn't have put this on Paul. He hasn't been himself Alex. His mind isn't on his work, he's irritable. Talk to him please."

"I'm not talking to him. Not today. Do you WANT us to fight infront of everyone? Because that is exactly what will happen if I talk to him."

"Alex?"

It was Linda, calling from downstairs and Alex took a deep breath, leaving the room and headed down the stair, "Yeah Mom?"

"Are you and Amy getting ready here then?" she asked, looking up from the kitchen counter where she was chopping onions.

"Yeah, I was gonna give Amy a bath now and start changing," Alex answered, taking a spoonful of something from Marissa and smiled, "when I was home but it didn't work out. Where is she?"

Almost on cue Amy was carried in by Paul, who set her down looking at Alex, "Hey everyone."

Marissa smiled, holding up the spoon to Paul to try, "Where is Stephanie?"

Paul looked at Alex rather quickly as she scooped Amy up, leaving the kitchen. She could hear him behind her saying simply, "She's late."

~~~~

She'd dressed Amy and let her leave the room, she could hear her instantly meet her cousins outside the door, their feet quickly sounding down the hall and stairs. She looked herself over one last time. Alex was wearing a black strapless empire waisted dress, the bottom had a nice flow to it, almost see through in certain lights. She hadn't noticed when she bought it but now it was far too late and knowing the family would be dressed up, she didn't feel like being the one in jeans. She wore black stilettos, her hair left down and wavy. She knew her mother would have something to say about the state of her hair and soon enough, as Alex showed up in the living room, letting Kenyon get into her lap as the kids watched TV.

"Alex are you doing anything with your hair?"

Alex sighed, giving her mother an annoyed but loving look. Before she could say anything, Paul had spoken. "She looks perfect," he said, trying to read her reaction but Alex didn't give one, instead flattening Kenyon's wild hair and fixing one of his buttons.

Shane walked in with Vince, both sitting down on either side of Alex and Kenyon. "Ken loves his Aunt Alex," Shane laughed, kissing his sister's cheek.

"His auntie loves him back," she laughed, pushing on Shane's face playfully. "How's it feel to be an old fart huh?"

"Daddy is old?," Kenyon asked.

"God yeah, Daddy is sooooo old!"

Marissa laughed, letting Amy get comfortable next to her, "Aunt Alex is right sweetie. Always listen to Aunt Alex."

"Okay," came Kenyon's reply making everyone but Shane laugh.

"This isn't funny," Shane pouted, taking a swig of his drink. Alex noted that Paul, Vince, and Shane were all drinking and sighed, knowing she may as well take a drink soon because they would soon be drunk and she'd never catch up.

Stephanie walked in, carrying her bags and dropping them on the floor as all the kids rushed to her. Alex sighed, getting up and walking towards the kitchen past Stephanie. Stephanie assumed Alex was getting up to greet her and opened her arms, Alex taking the hint and gave her sister a hug. "Hey Steph. What took you?"

"I had a different flight than Paul and couldn't get it changed. Then it got delayed and... just a bad day I guess." But for a bad day, Stephanie was in a really good mood and Alex smiled, walking into the kitchen.

~~~~

"Pass the butter Shane."

"Paul is closer, ask him."

Alex shot her brother a look, the wine and whiskey beginning to affect everyone at the table. Paul silently passed her the butter, watching Alex begin a conversation with Marissa so she wouldn't have to look at him as she took the small plate. He was getting annoyed with her, he'd been trying all night to get her to look him in the eyes but she'd avoided any contact. He even tried catching her after she took a call from John, attempting to reach for her arm in the kitchen but Alex was too fast and he was inebriated. He'd meant what he'd said earlier, she looked perfect that night. She didn't even have to try to look nice, she just did. He sighed, cutting his steak and Stephanie looked at him oddly.

"Feeling okay?"

"Why?" He answered almost annoyed and luckily the only person paying attention was Alex as she was the closest to them.

"No Steph, I really don't. Just eat your dinner huh? You must be tired from your flight."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, giving Paul a look, "Paul it was delayed."

Before Paul could answer Vince started talking loudly, asking them to rise for a toast. Alex relaxed as she sense Paul's temper on the brink of exploding. Amy looked confused, standing on her chair in an attempt to be as tall as everyone around her and the boys followed her lead. Alex laughed a little, feeling Amy tug gently at her while Vince's voice boomed above them. "Mom? Grandpa is yelling. Why are you holding up a glass?"

"Here," Alex responded, giving Amy her sippy cup, "hold yours up too and when everyone starts hitting each other's glass, you do the same. But SOFTLY. Not hard. Okay?"

"Not hard?"

By this point everyone was hitting each other's glasses and Alex smiled, tapping her glass lightly against Amy's cup. "Like this baby."

"Oh!" Amy proceeded to attempt to hit everyone's glasses and Alex turned to tap Stephanie's lightly and then Paul. Their eyes locked quickly, Paul's searching hers for the 100th time for any sign but she turned away quickly, leaving Paul on the brink of screaming at the dinner table.

~~~~

Alex felt foggy, the liquor finally getting to her. She was tucking Amy into bed, Amy fast asleep. The whole mansion was quiet except for the small noises coming from Shane and Melissa's room (Declan and Kenyon having been put to bed in the spare room). She groaned, grabbing a smaller bag from her big overnight bag and walked quietly through the mansion and out the back door towards the pool house. The bottom floor had been turned into a gym with a ring but on the second floor, a dance studio had been designed all for her use. She hadn't used it in months and now she made her way into the pool house, closing the door behind her and headed upstairs. It wasn't until she had pulled on her dance shoes that she realized she'd forgotten a CD to play and felt herself become disappointed. She didn't much feel like heading back to the main house for a CD so tied so she got up, deciding to dance without music.

She was still wearing her dress, it was roomy enough to dance in and she hadn't felt like changing. She looked herself over once before beginning, trying to remember a time her body was used to this movement. She could hear a song in the back of her mind, one she'd danced to for a recital long ago. She couldn't remember the name or the words, just the melody and violins that dominated the song. Alex began to forget where she was, dancing and dancing as if the song never had an ending. It was funny, how quickly her body went back into her dancing form, how easy it seemed for her to remember her technique. Alex hadn't been this relaxed in a while. She closed her eyes and continued to dance, not hitting a wall or the sofa next to the wall, proud of how her mind had memorized the room.

It was when she heard a creak and the door close that her eyes bolted open and she wiped around. She'd been balancing on one foot so she almost lost her balance. Forward stepped Paul, ready to catch her but she'd caught herself and began to back away slowly. "What are you doing here?"

He knew she didn't actually wonder, she was trying to put off her plead for him to leave so he began to walk forward, making her nervous. "I saw you in the backyard sneaking out here. Came when Stephanie passed out. She drank too much."

Alex could feel her back hit the dance bar that lined the mirrors of the room. She reached behind her, trying to use them to lead her to the door, "Paul go back to the mansion."

"You know what's the worse part about all this Alex? You lied to me."

"I had to." She was too slow, getting suck in the corner of the room as Paul had moved her into there.

Paul felt his heart racing being alone with her, the light from outside entering the dark room and giving her a soft glow, "Alex you could have told me. You tell me everything."

"It wasn't that easy," she answered, wanting to cry, "You had just married Stephanie."

"She's a mistake."

"Don't say that. Please don't. She's just being stupid. She cares about you. Paul, I'm so sorry okay?" The booze was beginning to affect how she was reacting, mixing in with the guilt and sadness she'd felt over the past month. "Back up Paul."

"No," was his answer, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her up against the bar. "Alex for once in your life, shut up. Shawn was right, I married the wrong girl. I loved you from the second I laid eyes on you. Watching you love everyone but me... I can't take it." She could feel his breathing all over her, they were so close, foreheads touching. His hands were grabbing her roughly at her waist, his crotch rubbing her hard between her legs. She felt like she was aching, the memories rushing back to her. "So was I good?" She could tell it was the whiskey talking but the smell of it on him was driving her nuts with want for some reason.

"Stop."

"Did I fuck you good?"

Alex groaned as he pressed against her, her sex melting in her thong. "Please Paul...."

"Please what? Say something Alex. Did I make your pussy wet? Did I have you screaming on the floor of the limo? How badly have you wanted to feel me again? Say something Alex. Say it."

"Fuck me."

It'd been the two words he'd been dying to hear her say. Almost instantly he'd opened his fly, his heavy dick slipping out quickly. Her thin thong didn't do much to keep him away from her pussy, his cock growing wet from her without even having to pull her thong aside. "God damn you being so wet," he groaned, pressing his lips against hers.

The small kiss sparked a passion inside her. She let go of the bar behind her, her hands instantly releasing his hair and tightened her fingers in the blond locks. He could taste her, a mixture of wine and sugar from Shane's cake as she'd taken a bite before leaving the mansion. She groaned into his mouth as the tip of his cock pushed against her clit. Paul had had enough, pulling aside her thong and didn't give her a warning, pushing into her pussy. The tightness was a shock to his system, as was his girth to hers. Both let out almost primal screams, releasing themselves from the kiss that had never seemed to end. Alex pushed her head back against the mirror and Paul couldn't help himself, releasing one hand from her waist and reached for the zipper on her side, loosening the dress and pulling it up off her body. Exposed to him was the body he'd dreamed of and he pulled out and rammed into her again.

Alex let out another scream which evolved into a moan as Paul's mouth latched onto her nipple. She desperately tried to find the buttons to his shirt, unbuttoning them as best she could with her shaking fingers. He was pulsing inside her, his need for this all too clear to her. She let her hands run over his chest, feeling his heart race under her finger tips. She was trying so hard to stay somewhat quiet but his constant beat into her pussy was becoming far too much. He was wider than she remembered, feeling stretched out. He began pulling her away from the mirror wall onto the floor, his control of her body surprising given the liquor in his system. He was pulling off his shirt, hating to coldness of the air on his wet cock. Alex shook from the lack of body heat.

His cock was standing straight and high, Alex's mouth began to water with the want of it. She didn't second guess her actions as she sat up, grabbing hold of his hips. He'd been busy attempting to pull off his pants that her hands came as a shock. Her mouth, opening slowly before his cock made him shake, "Alex wait...."

She didn't, lowering her lips over his cock and letting them run down the shaft, her tongue pressing his manhood to the roof of her mouth. His hands instantly went to the back of her head, taking fistfuls of her curls. He couldn't stop himself, bucking into her waiting mouth, yanking at her hair. She was groaning onto his cock, the vibration far too much for him to handle. He grew worried because with each minute her mouth enjoyed his cock, he felt himself closer to finishing and this wasn't how he wanted to finish. He hated to do it but pushed her back, though she fought him to do it. "Come on Alex. I don't want to finish yet. Lie back."

She stopped fighting him but didn't lie back, looking up at him slowly. "No wait," she began and he realized that by stopping her he'd allowed her conscious to poke her a little. He groaned, reaching down and kissed her lips, ending what was soon to be her protest. He could taste her juice on her lips, sweet and intoxicating. He'd have to make time to taste her later but now, he'd brought himself down on her body and was taking in the feeling of her bareness against him. With the small space between them, he could feel her hand nipples barely rubbing against his flesh.

He'd taken hold of her knees, pushing them up and far apart. His cock was rubbing her clit so roughly she was finding it hard to breath and her body tried to buck upwards to catch him. He let out a deep chuckle, so sexy it made Alex moan. When he'd finally pushed into her, he had the chance to push in deeply, feeling her shake and let out a loud sound. He buried his face into her neck, breathing in her neck rapidly. It felt too good to be true, having her body finally under his control. Each grind down into her body drove them one step closer, Alex's clit felt like it was on fire, burning as the hilt of his manhood rubbed against it wildly. She digging her nails into his chest, letting off deep sounds, the heat killing her.

Paul could feel the cum wanting to burst into her as he pressed deeper and deeper into her. "Alex!"

She could barely handle it and releasing his lips from hers she yelled, "Paul! Paul I'm--"

She never finished her sentence, orgasming against his body. He contracting around his cock was the push he needed and he bit onto her shoulder groaning "I'm cumming" as he bit. Alex felt the gush of him enter her, filling her up.

"Paul...."

He laughed a little, kissing her softly, pushing aside her hair from her face. She giggled a little, hiding her face against his neck.

"Alex McMahon... this was a dream come true."