Chapter 1

Amy woke the next morning still weary from the previous day's events. She had hoped that by having Adam spend the night with her she would be able to find some comfort. When she was with Matt and things got rocky, Adam was always the one who could bring her back down to earth and give her the peace she needed. Not this time.

Her fling with Shane McMahon was short lived, and based on the way things ended, may have solely been based on sex. But for whatever reason, she couldn't get him out of her mind and she hated herself for it. It made absolutely no sense at all how she could have fallen so hard for someone like Shane. He was arrogant, cocky, uncaring, and had more money than any one person deserved, but despite all that Amy desired him now more than ever. She thought back to the times they spent together alone. It was during those times Amy felt alive. Like she was living in a whole different world than what she had been used to. How many women would ever get the opportunity to have deeply passionate sex while riding in the back of a limo with one of the most charismatic and powerful men they had ever met? The reality of it all was that Amy despised that kind of lifestyle and the people who lived it. But because of her affair with Shane came on so spontaneously and secretly, it became all the more exile rating and exciting. Even more so than when she started sleeping with Adam behind Matt's back. It was as if that just made sense, but the Shane thing did not.

Adam turned slowly to Amy wrapping his arms around her and tenderly brushing her cheek with his fingers.

"How you feeling baby?" He asked her. Truly hoping his presence alone would make her forget all about Shane.

Amy, deep in thought, jumped at Adam's touch. She wasn't prepared for it, and remembering that he held her in his arms all night long made her feel uncomfortable.

"Wow, didn't mean to scare you. Little jumpy are we?" Adam asked playfully.

"No, no, not at all. Just thinking that's all." Amy replied praying that somehow Adam could not see into her thoughts.

"That's some serious thinking Red."

The mere mention of her nickname "Red" made Amy feel even more guilty. Only her closest friends and confidants called her that: Shannon, Matt, Jeff and of course Adam. It was a name that would never cross Shane's lips. Shane was married and would never become that close to her. He would never know her deepest, darkest secrets like Adam or Matt. He would never truly know her, and she doubted he would even care to.

Adam care though, and Adam truly loved her despite all her flaws and imperfections. So why was that she desired Shane? The thought was excruciating to Amy.

"Hey, how 'bout I cook you up some eggs?" Adam asked as he rose from the bed.

Amy lay still curling up closer to the sheets.

"That'd be great Adam. You really are the best."

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As Shane opened his eyes, he placed a hand next to him hoping to feel the warm, olive skin of his wife Marissa. Instead, all he felt was the coolness of the silk sheets that surrounded him. The road ahead of him would be tough and he knew it. Trying to convince Marissa that he would be faithful to her from here until death departed them would not be an easy task. Especially since the urges that drove him to Amy were still present.

He loved Marissa with all his heart and would truly never want to hurt her, but as a McMahon, Shane thrived on challenges and variety. It's why he'd insist on taking dangerous leaps off of high places during matches. It's why he insisted on traveling over seas to develop the WWE brand name to the rest of the world. It's also why he knew that somehow, somewhere, despite all his efforts, he would end up back with Amy.

Before rising out of bed, Shane ran a hand through his hair. He tried shaking the thoughts of Amy out of his mind: the passion between them when they were having sex, the excitement of having an affair, the sex, the challenge, the sex, and of course, the sex.

"Shane baby, come down, I have something for you."

He heard Marissa call from the first floor of their NYC loft apartment. He breathed in deeply. His jaw still sore from the night before when Marissa slapped him across the face. A reminder of what an asshole he had been to the woman he vowed to be true to.

As he descended the stairs he could see Marissa in the kitchen. That alone was enough to cause great concern in Shane. They had a maid, Marissa only cooked on special occasions, but never breakfast. Was she trying to make him feel even lower than he already did?

Marissa flipped over an egg and felt Shane wrap his arms around her waist, nuzzling the back of her neck with his lips.

"What's the occasion?" He asked.

Marissa smiled to herself before turning to face Shane in response. Before speaking, she studied the man in front of her. Her best friend, her husband, the father of their son. His chocolate brown puppy dog eyes that once made her stomach twist in knots, know disgusted her. How he had used them to wiggle his way out of a dozen grievances between them. How he probably used them to get Amy to sleep with him. But there was no getting out of this one for Shane. Marissa would not play the helpless, poor little wife of a husband who had cheated on her. That is what Shane would probably want anyway. No, instead she would hold all the cards until she was certain that Shane had learned a lesson.

"Well Shane." Marissa finally responded as she began placing food on the kitchen table. "I've convinced Vince that since you will be traveling to the Raw show for a while, that I should come with you. I think we're spending too much time apart."

"You didn't tell dad about, well, you know, the thing from last night did you?" Shane asked his voiced laced with concern.

"Of course not. You think I want people to know that I'm married to a low life son of a bitch like yourself?" Marissa responded nonchalantly. Shane shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, no, I guess not."

"This is a good thing Shane. You've been so busy with work and I 've been so busy with Declan that we need to bring our two worlds together again. I think we've both lost focus on each other." Marissa said, smirking beneath every word.

As Marissa continued to set the table, Shane grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stand still for one moment.

"So you're not too upset then over last night? I mean I'm sure you are but it will never happen again. I think it would be great having you on the road with me." Shane told Marissa as he gently stroked her hair. "You know I love you Rissa, always have and always will. Please forgive me for being such a jerk."

Marissa smiled and placed her hand on Shane's face. She almost laughed out loud as she watched his features tense, as if he was waiting for her to unleash on him with a series of punches as she did the previous night.

"I don't know that I'm ready to forgive you quite yet Shane, but I will at least forget." Marissa said as sincerely as possible, again practically joking on every word.