Disclaimer - Ok, let's go through this again, I do not own anything or anyone to do with the WWE!
A/N - Ok, this is a new one, yet again! So many ideas so little time! This is just the Prologue, which would explain the shortness of this chapter. It will get longer as time goes along, well I hope it does. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Reviews are alway welcomed.
Prologue
She sat in a room, surrounded in nothing but a blanket of darkness, if it wasn't for the lone light that shone from a single lamp, casting shadows throughout the room, she would be covered in it. She sat staring straight at the telephone, she had been for a while, just waiting, waiting for it to ring, for him to call. He should have rang by now, she thought, they had arranged a time, and that time had ticked by, so long ago. She wasn't worried about him, he could hold his own, she just wanted this to be over with, and there was no time like the present.
Gripping the arms of the chair she was sitting on, she pushed herself up. Her back cracking in places, relieving the tension that had built up from sitting there for so long. Walking over to the window in her hotel room, she looked out and saw the upheaval, that the world around her was. She looked upon them with disgust, even though they worked hard to make money, they still had someone to go home to, someone who loved them, well most of them did anyway. She had none of that, oh she had it for a while, until that bitch came along and took him right from her grasp.
Walking over to the table that she had sat in front of moments before, she picked up her discarded glass and brought it next to her new friend Jack Daniels. Then unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottle, by its neck and poured it into her glass. The sudden shrieking of the telephone echoed through out the room, making her jerk in shock, and in doing so jarring the bottle of alcohol into her glass and spilling it all over the table.
"Damn, it!" she muttered.
Sighing angrily, she dropped the bottle onto the table, causing it to clatter and smash.
"What?" she snarled into the telephone.
"Now is that anyway to answer a call?" was the scoffing retort.
"Only when it's you love," she told him in a mocking tone.
"Well, when you say it that way, I might just hang up the phone. Would you like that?" he asked her with a smirk.
"Tell me," she demanded.
"What no please? I'm hurt," he told her, taunting her, seeing how far he could push her before she exploded.
"I swear by God, if you don't tell me right now, I will hunt you down and castrate you, you piece of filth,"
Apparently, not as long as he had expected. "Chill babe, all in due time. I don't get to know what you're wearing first?" he asked her with a snicker.
"Oh you are so pushing it, do you want to keep your balls because I can arrange to have them removed," she seethed.
"Ouch," he said while wincing, he liked them where they were thank you very much.
"Now, one last time, tell me!"
"Don't worry sweetheart, I did what you told me to. Hell knows why?" he wondered.
"Because you love me?" was her mocking respond.
"Yeah, as much as a hole in the head," was his answer. "We both know you love me as much as I love you, not one little bit," he was only being truthful. "No, do I get paid?" he asked with more enthusiasm, than he had shown throughout the entire conversation.
"I don't go back on my word," she answered. "God knows I want to, especially with you," she continued, getting a little dig in.
"Oh, you know you can't get enough of the Christian loving, it what you crave for," he told her with a smirk.
"Why in the world, did I ever want to know you?" she asked him.
"Because, unlike you, I'm close to Chris and you need me for that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going," Christian told her, ready to hang up on her. "Oh and Jessica, I'd be getting ready if I was you, I'll be up soon honey." he told her with false affection, and click his phone shut.
"Bastard." was Jessica reply to the dial tone.
She hated coercing with Christian but if she wanted Chris to be hers again, well she'd damn well do it. She'd do just about anything to get him away from the bitch Stephanie McMahon, if it was the last thing she did. Walking back over to her chair, she sat back in it and thought back to how this all began.
A/N - Ok, this is a new one, yet again! So many ideas so little time! This is just the Prologue, which would explain the shortness of this chapter. It will get longer as time goes along, well I hope it does. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Reviews are alway welcomed.
Prologue
She sat in a room, surrounded in nothing but a blanket of darkness, if it wasn't for the lone light that shone from a single lamp, casting shadows throughout the room, she would be covered in it. She sat staring straight at the telephone, she had been for a while, just waiting, waiting for it to ring, for him to call. He should have rang by now, she thought, they had arranged a time, and that time had ticked by, so long ago. She wasn't worried about him, he could hold his own, she just wanted this to be over with, and there was no time like the present.
Gripping the arms of the chair she was sitting on, she pushed herself up. Her back cracking in places, relieving the tension that had built up from sitting there for so long. Walking over to the window in her hotel room, she looked out and saw the upheaval, that the world around her was. She looked upon them with disgust, even though they worked hard to make money, they still had someone to go home to, someone who loved them, well most of them did anyway. She had none of that, oh she had it for a while, until that bitch came along and took him right from her grasp.
Walking over to the table that she had sat in front of moments before, she picked up her discarded glass and brought it next to her new friend Jack Daniels. Then unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottle, by its neck and poured it into her glass. The sudden shrieking of the telephone echoed through out the room, making her jerk in shock, and in doing so jarring the bottle of alcohol into her glass and spilling it all over the table.
"Damn, it!" she muttered.
Sighing angrily, she dropped the bottle onto the table, causing it to clatter and smash.
"What?" she snarled into the telephone.
"Now is that anyway to answer a call?" was the scoffing retort.
"Only when it's you love," she told him in a mocking tone.
"Well, when you say it that way, I might just hang up the phone. Would you like that?" he asked her with a smirk.
"Tell me," she demanded.
"What no please? I'm hurt," he told her, taunting her, seeing how far he could push her before she exploded.
"I swear by God, if you don't tell me right now, I will hunt you down and castrate you, you piece of filth,"
Apparently, not as long as he had expected. "Chill babe, all in due time. I don't get to know what you're wearing first?" he asked her with a snicker.
"Oh you are so pushing it, do you want to keep your balls because I can arrange to have them removed," she seethed.
"Ouch," he said while wincing, he liked them where they were thank you very much.
"Now, one last time, tell me!"
"Don't worry sweetheart, I did what you told me to. Hell knows why?" he wondered.
"Because you love me?" was her mocking respond.
"Yeah, as much as a hole in the head," was his answer. "We both know you love me as much as I love you, not one little bit," he was only being truthful. "No, do I get paid?" he asked with more enthusiasm, than he had shown throughout the entire conversation.
"I don't go back on my word," she answered. "God knows I want to, especially with you," she continued, getting a little dig in.
"Oh, you know you can't get enough of the Christian loving, it what you crave for," he told her with a smirk.
"Why in the world, did I ever want to know you?" she asked him.
"Because, unlike you, I'm close to Chris and you need me for that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going," Christian told her, ready to hang up on her. "Oh and Jessica, I'd be getting ready if I was you, I'll be up soon honey." he told her with false affection, and click his phone shut.
"Bastard." was Jessica reply to the dial tone.
She hated coercing with Christian but if she wanted Chris to be hers again, well she'd damn well do it. She'd do just about anything to get him away from the bitch Stephanie McMahon, if it was the last thing she did. Walking back over to her chair, she sat back in it and thought back to how this all began.