Chapter 1
Jaime woke up with a headache from what felt like hell. She tried to raise her head to see where she was, but as if pushed back by some invisible weight, she fell back to the pillow. Staring at the ceiling she wandered where she was and what the hell had happened. She tried hard to recall the previous night's events. Then, when she felt the sheets being pulled away from her, she looked over and suddenly the pieces started coming together. Lying next to her was a man she had known, and now it seemed more than she would have liked to. Just beyond his form the empty bottle of Dom Perigion told an even more telling tale. She was sure she had slept with him, Shane McMahon, and the nausea creeping up inside of her was more than a side affect of too much alcohol.
As Shane turned over toward Jaime's way, he opened his eyes to find her back to him, and curled up in the blankets as if fearing she might freeze to death. Little did he know she did indeed fear death, but not at the hands of the bitter cold outside, but at the hands of a dying soul.
"Oh baby, I've wanted you for such a long time." Shane said as he stroked her hair contently.
The words that spilled from his mouth sent chills down Jaime's spine. It's not that she wasn't attracted to Shane, she was. The man was tall, dark, young and powerful. He had women falling all over him and often took advantage of those situations. But for Jaime, there was a distinct difference between observing from afar, and actually making physical contact. Never in her mind would she have willfully slept with Shane. She had a man in her life. A man that had powers over her that she would never understand. She didn't care to either, she just knew that he meant everything to her. How would she ever come to terms with what she had done. Not only was Shane her boss, but he was also the mortal enemy of her lover, The Undertaker.
As Shane rolled off the bed and headed for the shower, Jaime finally released her tears. She cried hard, but knew she had to get up and get home. Mark would be waiting for her. When she forced herself to rise from the bed, she felt a pain in the lower part of her body. It was as if someone were sticking her lower abdomen with needles. When she got to her feet, and just barely, she saw there were blood stains on the sheets.
"Oh my God" Jaime said to herself, covering her mouth.
Not being able to remember how she got to Shane's hotel room, or even how she came to be lying next to him on his bed, made it impossible for her to presume she was raped. But then, that was the first thing that came to her mind.
By the time Shane finished showering, Jaime was gone.