Page 110 of Big D!ck Energy

“You’re married to The Mountain,” she said to Brooke. “And you're married to The Dominator now? That's so cool. Like, actual goals.” She was beaming, completely sincere. “You guys seem really happy. The podcast episode where he defended you? I cried.”

“Okay, that's enough.” Breathy Voice, the blonde, recovered from her jumbotron shock and was now sporting an expression that could curdle milk. “You're seriously fangirling over her?”

“She's literally famous, Amber.”

“She's a podcast host who talks about body positivity and navigating the dating world as a woman.” Amber's lip curled. “That's not fame. That's a gimmick.”

“Amber…”

“No, seriously.” Amber turned her full attention to me, and I recognized the look in her eyes. I'd seen it before, on playgrounds, in locker rooms, and in comment sections across the internet. The look of someone who'd decided I was an acceptable target. “You think you're special because you got some wrestler to marry you? Please. You're a pity fuck. A publicity stunt.”

“That's enough.” Brooke’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass.

“Who asked you?” Amber snapped.

“No one needs to ask me. I'm volunteering.” Brooke stepped closer, and even though she was shorter than Amber, she radiated an energy that made people reconsider their life choices. “You want to talk about pity? How about sliding into a married man's DMs because you're so desperate for attention you'll believe any account that messages you back?”

Amber's face went red. “He did message me.”

“Did he? Or did you message some fan account and convince yourself it was real because the alternative is admitting you're obsessed with someone who doesn't know you exist?”

“Brooke.” I put my hand on her arm. “It's fine.”

“It's not fine.” Anger colored her tone as her fists clenched at her side. This was a version of Brooke I’d never seen before, and I kind of liked it. “This clearance-rack Barbie is standing here calling you a pity fuck when she couldn't land a man like Dallas if she coated herself in honey and stood in a candy store.”

“Excuse me?” Amber's voice hit a register that probably disturbed bats.

“You heard me.”

I should have stopped it there and walked away, taken the high road, been the bigger person, but I snapped.

Maybe it was the DM comments or two decades of letting women like this make me feel small. Maybe it was the fact that I'd spent my entire career building a platform that told all women they were worthy, and here I was, letting someone make me question my own marriage.

“You know what?” I stepped forward, and Amber flinched. “I've spent my whole life listening to people like you tell me I'm not enough. Too fat. Too loud. Too much. And I believed it. I believed it so hard I almost didn't let myself fall in love with the best man I've ever known because I didn't think I deserved him.”

Amber opened her mouth.

“I'm not done.” My voice was steady and calm. “Dallas Dodger chose me. Not because I tricked him, not because of publicity, or because he lost a bet. He chose me because I'm smart and funny and I don't take his bullshit. I challenge him every single day to be better than he was yesterday.”

“He could have anyone…”

“He could, and he chose me. Every single day, he chooses me. So you can sit there with your fake DM screenshots and your sad little fantasies, but at the end of the night? I'm the one going home with him. I'm the one wearing his ring, and you're the one who paid two hundred dollars for a seat to watch my husband work.”

The brunette, the podcast fan, made a sound that was half gasp, half applause.

Anger flooded Amber's features. “You fat bitch…”

“That's enough.”

The voice came from behind me. Deep, familiar, carrying the kind of authority that made people stop mid-sentence.

Dallas.

He was still in his ring gear, championship belt over one shoulder, hair damp with sweat. But his eyes were fixed on Amber. “You want to repeat what you just called my wife?”

Amber's mouth opened and closed.

“That's what I thought.” He started to turn away from her, but stopped mid-way. “Just so we’re clear, I would never consider someone who disrespects my wife like that a fan.” Dallas moved past her without another glance, his attention shifting entirely to me. His hand found my waist, pulling me against his side with easy possession. “You okay?”