Chapter 2

As Adam walked over to Amy backstage the next night at Raw, the night started out as any other night. Vince McMahon was giving orders making sure that both the production staff and wrestlers were where they were supposed to be at all times, Paul and Stephanie McMahon were reviewing script and storylines with writers in case of any last minute adjustments, and "the boys" were primarily engaged in conversation about football and women. Normally, Adam would have been right in the thick of all the mindless banter, but tonight things were a little different.

Ever since his discovery that Amy and Shane were having a secret affair, Adam couldn't help but to feel that Amy needed him. The reality of it was, Adam wanted desperately to be Amy's exclusive man, and his love for her had only grown stronger in the past couple of weeks.

"Hey man, how's it going?" His best friend and ex-tag team partner Jay asked.

"Hey bro." Adam replied, giving his buddy a handshake. "You seen Amy?"

"Yeah, she's here somewhere." Jay replied.

"She look okay?" Adam asked anxiously.

"Sure, from what I could tell, but I really wasn't paying too much attention."

It was obvious to Jay at this point that something was different with Adam. The confident, broad smile that Jay was used to seeing on his face was now no where to be found.

"What about Shane McMahon. Is he here?" Adam asked.

Adam knew that Amy was still reeling from the way Shane left things with her. He'd be damned if he let Shane try to worm his way back into her good graces or even into her heart again.

"Haven't seen him. Listen man gotta get ready for my match, I'm up first. Catch you later." Jay said and quickly disappeared down the hallway.

As Adam wandered further backstage he finally did find Amy. At the moment she was talking with some of the other divas. She was smiling , laughing, seemed to be doing okay. Adam laughed to himself as he watched her. Somewhere inside he had hoped she didn't look so okay. If she was still feeling low and down, then he knew that she would be there with him for comfort. Sure it was selfish on his part to feel that way, but Adam couldn't help it. He wanted to protect her and always be the one she would turn to in good and bad times.

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In another part of the building, a limo pulled up to the VIP entrance outside the auditorium where Raw was being taped. Inside, Shane sat next to his wife, his hand making it's way to her leg and up her inner thigh.

"Shane don't, not right now." Marissa said coldly as she grabbed Shane's hand and placed it back in his lap.

Shane shook his head annoyed at Marissa's reaction. Ever since they got on the plane she's been nothing but a cold hearted bitch. Just what the hell did she think she was doing? If she didn't want to be with him, then why did she insist on coming on the road with him, Shane thought to himself. That's okay, he decided. After the show he would do something romantic, buy her something, anything to turn her cold blood warm again. It had been three days now since he had slept with her or anybody for that matter. He could feel himself starting to get a little restless.

As the limo driver parked the car and opened the door for Marissa, Shane watched her get out. He loved looking at her ass. Even now after over ten years of knowing her, he couldn't help it.

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Back inside the arena, Amy said goodbye to her friends. She was just about to start stretching when Adam approached her.

"Hey Amy." He said with the broadest smile he could muster.

"Hey." Amy replied. The good mood she seemed to be in just moments before while talking with the girls now seemed to disappear. Adam wandered if it had anything to do with him.

"How about a drink tonight after the show. You feel up to it?" He asked.

"Well," But before she could finish, Amy saw Shane and Marissa off in the distance. Shane with his arm gently touching the middle part of her back as he guided her along. They were the perfect little Jude and Ward Cleaver couple.

Adam turned to look to see what had diverted Amy's attention. He rolled his eyes when he saw what she was looking at. Adam knew this had to be hurting Amy inside. How quickly she had fallen for the heir apparent Shane. Adam couldn't help but to feel jealous of him, and by quickly looking Marissa over wandered why he would stray so often when he had a fine piece of ass waiting for him at home.

"Well" Amy continued "Let me think about it. I am kind of tired. I'll let you know though."

Amy gave Adam a slight smile before leaving to finish stretching. As far as she was concerned, she really didn't want Shane seeing her at all, even though she assumed he would just ignore her.

"Amy wait." Adam pleaded.

Amy stopped and turned to Adam.

"Invite whoever you want. It doesn't have to be just the two of us."

Just as Adam finished speaking, Shane and Marissa walked by the both of them, and sure enough Shane didn't even look in Amy's direction. Shameless bastard, she thought to herself. He was courteous enough to nod in Adam's direction though. Adam's character Edge had quickly become one of the top player's in the WWE, it was Shane's job to make sure that he was at least acknowledged.

Adam again made quick to study Amy's face. Amy was a strong woman and never one to admit that she had lost control, especially to a man. That was one of the reasons she felt so at ease with Adam. He knew to never try and control her, and Adam for his part pretty much let her call the shots. Not this time though. He would not let her get sucked in by of all people Shane McMahon. His goal now was simple, to fight for her and make her forget she even knew that spoiled little rich boy.

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"Don't look, don't look, don't look" Shane said to himself as he and Marissa walked right past Amy.

After getting a taste of the merchandise, Shane knew what he was missing in not being able to sleep with Amy. Sure, he wanted to make things right with Marissa, but at the moment, trying to get through to Marissa was like breaking through the Great Wall of China. It just wasn't happening. He did make sure to get a good glimpse of what Amy was wearing without either of the girls noticing though. God how he wanted to just fuck, no, make love to her just one more time he thought. With Marissa standing right next to him, and now traveling with him no matter where he went, the chances were highly unlikely. How much more of this could he take? The McMahon men may be tough businessmen and cut throat negotiators, but when it came to women, they were weak. More so than Shane McMahon would ever care to admit.