What Charlotte wanted, Charlotte got. There was never an and, if, or even a but about it. She wanted to win the Royal Rumble so she busted her ass and earned the right to call herself the winner. She wanted to become the NXT Champion so she challenged Rhea and stole the championship from her. She wanted Hunter and well, she now had him. Charlotte had him exactly where she wanted him. Charlotte and Hunter have gotten settled into his lavish hotel room when he said that to her. Her NXT Women’s Champion was set down on the lone leather chair that was in the room before she turned to him. “What are you waiting for then?” the Queen asked the King with a smirk pulling hard against one corner of her mouth. She stepped to him in the heels that she was wearing. Her hands began to run up his shirt before wrapping her fingers around the tie that he was wearing. She always did love a man in a suit and Hunter was truly a man by definition. “C’mon, Hunter. Take these clothes, rip them off of me, and fuck me,” she said. Of course, she might as him to buy her a new outfit since the Queen dressed nicely when she had to. This was no cheap style that you’d find at your average clothes store.