Chapter Seven Disclaimer: Please use this disclaimer as a reference for this and all future chapters of this story. I make no claims to, nor do I have any legal rights to anyone who is, was, or ever will be a WWE Superstar, WWE Diva, or anyone employed under World Wrestling Entertainment, Inc. I am simply a writer, and I own no claim or legal rights over anyone except Jewel Hart, who is of my own creation. Thank you for not pursuing any sort of legal action.


The excitement that Jewel had felt mere moments before had now been replaced with an unreasonable anger. Here she was, changing right in front of her husband's eyes, and he still had the nerve to belittle and berate her, and still think of and treat her like she was a child! She was no child; she was a grown woman, and it was time for her to start acting like it!

She tilted her chin, her jaw set in that determined, stubborn way that bore such resemblance to her father, and set off down the hall to the elevator, where she jabbed the button and waited impatiently for the lift to reach her floor. When she heard the little ping, signaling the arrival of the elevator, she went to step inside, but a voice called out, "Jewel?" and she paused mid-step to see Paul heading her way.

With a further pang of unhappiness, Jewel also noted that he was linked hand in hand with Stephanie.

"Paul, hi!" she said brightly, waving with one hand and using the other to stop the elevator doors from closing on her, all the while subconsciously trying to squash down the sudden urge to leap on the Billion Dollar Princess. "Going down?"

"Actually, yeah, we are. Steph and I were just going to go grab something quick for lunch before we head off to a meeting with Vince to talk about WrestleMania." He gestured to Stephanie, who was looking extremely bored.

At that instant, Stephanie's phone began to ring. "Hold that thought, Paul," she said, pulling the phone out of her pants pocket and raising it to her ear. "Hello? …Yes? …Okay, I'm on my way." Ending the call with a press of a button with a manicured, crimson-painted nail, Stephanie turned her cool blue eyes on Paul and Jewel. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to make lunch; an impromptu meeting with Creative came up, and I have to see them."

"Can't it wait?" Paul asked. Jewel happily noted a hint of irritation in his voice. "We haven't had the chance to spend time together in ages, Steph, and I was looking forward to spending the afternoon with you before we had to meet Vince."

"Well, I'm sorry Paul, but I can't miss this. You know we're putting the final touches on all the storylines that are culminating at WrestleMania; it's imperative that I make an effort to be there. I'm really sorry, but we're going to have to cancel. You can always go with Shawn or someone else."

"Yeah, that'll make my day," he grumbled. "Well, if you must…"

"I must."

"Then go. Make sure you have some kickass ideas," he said, and the two parted ways with a kiss; from Jewel's perspective, it was one that Paul had tried to let linger, but Stephanie had had other plans, giving him a noncommittal peck on the lips before spinning on her heel and walking off. Sighing, Paul turned to Jewel, who was still holding the elevator. "Holy hell, you've been holding the elevator all this time?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you'd hurry it up with all the mushy stuff, and just get on the elevator," she said jokingly, and Paul chuckled along with her. "Well, I'm going out in search of a music store, to see if I can pick up a guitar or something; you're more than welcome to come with me, and we can go to lunch together afterwards, if you want?"

Nodding his head, Paul placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her into the elevator, making sure to follow suit before the doors closed on him. "Sure, I'd actually like that. I know this pretty cool place out of the way; it's completely different from the high-end places that Stephanie is used to going to, but I think you'd enjoy it."

"I'd like that a lot," she said with a smile on her face as the doors finally slid closed and began its descent to the lobby.

As they continued their happy conversation, neither Jewel nor Hunter noticed the livid figure glaring at them in stunned, angry disbelief as the doors slid shut.


For Jewel, it was a fun and surreal experience, traveling around with Hunter in his car around the city and taking in all the sights. First they stopped at a local guitar shop, where Hunter took great amusement in watching the energetic young woman bounce around the store, looking as if she were in the highest possible form of heaven imaginable, as she flitted from each brand of guitar to the next, comparing strings, sounds, whatever caught her fancy. After listening to her string together chord after melodious chord of music on a Les Paul guitar that caught her attention the moment they had entered the store—an instrument that they had both been sure would cause Jericho to die of envy, a thought which Hunter enjoyed most favorably—she had bought the electric guitar, and they left out, with Hunter formally inviting her to lunch at a local diner not too far away from their hotel.

"Alright, alright, I'll come with you; just let me at least pay for drinks or something," Jewel said exasperatedly, with a laugh as they entered the small diner and slid into a booth. "I don't feel right, taking advantage of you like this."

"Trust me, Jewel, you aren't taking advantage of me," he said. Then, in a low whisper, he added, "And even if you were to take advantage of me, I'd make sure it was definitely worth your while once you did." He laughed out loud at the pink flush that suddenly crept up into her cheeks, then busied himself with deciding what on the menu looked good enough to eat.

But no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the words and pictures of delectable meals in front of him, none would be nearly as appealing or mouthwatering as the petite young woman sitting across from him. Suddenly, he found his throat was uncomfortably dry, and that he was quite hungry, but he was no longer hungry for food.

"Hi there, my name's Melody, and I'll be your server this afternoon; what can I get for y'all?" said a bright, bubbly waitress as she came up to their table. Jewel smiled in welcome to the young girl and began to rattle off something that involved a milkshake, but Hunter paid her no mind, his eyes now mentally undressing Jewel and drinking in all her delicious curves that she was now starting to show off. Her creamy skin was still flushed with pink from his comment earlier, and it looked adorable on her, made her look all the more sensual and all the more appealing to him.

"…And for you, sir?"

Hunter broke out of his thoughts, in which he was running his tongue along every inch of her simply divine body, and turned his head toward the waitress, who was holding Jewel's menu and looking at him expectantly. "Oh, uh…I'll just have a chicken sandwich, and a strawberry-banana smoothie."

"Not a problem; I'll get that right back for you guys," she said brightly, jotting down the rest of Hunter's order and walking off to the kitchen to place the order. Jewel gave him a sideways look for a moment, before biting her lip, an action which did not escape Hunter's eyes.

"Something on your mind, kid?"

At that, her head shot up, and her brown eyes were narrowed. "I'm not a kid," she said stubbornly, sticking her chin out proudly, and to Hunter, it sounded like a child that was trying to convince themselves that they were fully grown. If anything, it made her look even cuter in his book. "I'm a grown woman, married and everything; I'm not a kid anymore."

"Trust me, Jewel, after everything that's happened so far with you and I, thinking of you as a kid is the last thing on my mind right now," he said, fixing her with a gaze that was so heated, so intense, that it made her shiver across the table. "You look like a kid, but trust me, you're all woman, lady."

For a moment, she stared at him intensely with those entrancing brown eyes of hers, then she lowered her gaze, a shy smile curling her lips. "Really?" she asked quietly, and Hunter frowned.

"What's the matter, you're not used to getting compliments from the husband?"

"Yeah right," she snorted in disbelief. "No, wait, I take it back. The only thing he compliments me on is my ability inside the ring. He tells me that I'm good, but that my cousin is still better than I am. At least he didn't compare me to Stephanie on that count…" she said bitterly, flopping back against the booth and crossing her arms stubbornly.

At that point, watching her look so dejected even after receiving a compliment, Hunter felt a surge of renewed hatred course its way through his body once more. How in the hell could someone like Chris Jericho have such a beautiful woman on his arm, and treat her like garbage? It was no wonder that Jewel was so repressed sexually; she had an asshole for a husband who paid her no mind, and would rather spend his time sleeping around behind her back with a woman who was married as well! The thought of Jericho and Stephanie together, bodies intertwined and slicked with sweat as they writhed on a bed, having heated, passionate sex was enough to sicken him. In fact, it made him all the more glad that he had gotten Jewel to agree to his plan; anything to get the upper hand on Chris Jericho and play him for the fool that he was, was completely fine with him.

"…Hunter?" Suddenly, Hunter was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Jewel's voice, and he glanced up at her beautiful brown eyes fixated on him, round and bright with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he shrugged casually.

"Oh no," she mumbled, "I did it again, didn't I?" Her face scrunched up, as if she was trying not to cry, and Hunter stared dumbfounded at her. "I'm so sorry, Hunter, I shouldn't have brought Chris up."

"Hey, don't feel bad," he replied, reaching across the table and taking a gentle hold of her hand to stop her before she could jump up and dash away on him. "I brought it up; it's my fault, okay? I don't want you blaming yourself because I'm a big, dumb, muscle headed dumb-head." His lame attempt at a joke brought a small smile to her face, and before she knew what was happening, Jewel was laughing. A small giggle at first, but then she couldn't control herself, and a loud, unladylike guffaw escaped her lips, which caused her to laugh even harder. One look at Hunter's amused face set her off in another round of giggles, as Melody returned with their food and drinks, then skipped off again to wait another table.


That was exactly what she had needed to take her mind off of Chris, Jewel mused to herself, nearly skipping through the parking lot to Hunter's car. She had gotten so infuriated with Chris trying to dictate her life, so sick of him belittling her and comparing her to Stephanie that she had just stormed off. She needed to get away from him for a while to clear her head, to contemplate whether or not she should continue through with Hunter's idea. No sooner had the idea crept into her mind than an image of Stephanie's smug little face popped up as well, and Jewel had had to squash down the urge to break something.

That was why she had considered it a bit of a godsend that Stephanie had had her little "meeting" with Creative that had come up, just as she was faced with the possibility of having to spend time with Hunter, because it gave Jewel time to spend with the older man. She couldn't help feeling as close to him as she did; in such a short time since showing up in the WWE with her father, Jewel had grown attached to Hunter, perhaps more than she should. But she'd needed some type of comfort, comfort and companionship that Chris hadn't given her in so long, had in fact refused to give her, that when she saw her chance at happiness, at feeling something, she was not going to let it slip through her grasp.

As the car sped down the highway, Jewel glanced over at Hunter. His blond locks were flying all around his face from the wind blowing through the open window, and the scruffy beard that lined his face nearly made her mouth water. Where Chris was cruel, Hunter was kind. What Chris refused to offer, Hunter gave freely, and she was desperate for it.

Suddenly, she felt those familiar flames of desire flickering around in her belly as she stared at the other man, those embers slowly beginning to stir to life. As the car approached a red light, Hunter stopped the car, and finally slid his gaze to her. His golden brown eyes met her heated mocha ones, and suddenly the breeze passing through the window wasn't nearly enough to cool her off. Her skin was so flushed, so heated, that she felt as if she were going to be consumed by the flames if she didn't get Hunter alone soon, now.

"Is there anywhere we can go to be alone?" she asked brusquely, her mind betraying her body and reaching her hand across to Hunter's lap, where she squeezed his leg, then began to slowly rake her nails upward. Hunter sucked in a deep breath, and Jewel, taking it as a sign of encouragement, went to continue on.

…That is, until a honk from a car behind them jarred them from their moment together. Hunter turned his gaze from hers and back to the road, where he pulled off again, returning the trip to an uncomfortable silence.

For what seemed like an eternity, they drove on, Jewel now focusing her attention on looking out the window. Had she really just done that with Hunter? Was that really her just then, her fingers so tantalizingly close to Hunter's groin? And if that car hadn't interrupted the moment by blaring their goddamned horn, would she have gone further? Would she have actually…touched it? Done more with it?

What was happening to her because of this man? The old Jewel would have never done something like this with Chris.

And that's exactly why the old Jewel wasn't getting any respect from Chris, she thought bitterly, biting down on her lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. Her eyes narrowed as they focused unseeingly out the window, then widened in surprise when the car pulled into an empty lot, and Hunter killed the engine.

"Hunter, what's going on?" she inquired, looking around, while Hunter unhooked himself from his seatbelt. Without a word, Hunter reached across the seat for Jewel, and dragged her face towards his for a brutal kiss, swallowing her gasp of surprise. His mouth was so hot, so hard, and so demanding, that Jewel had no choice but to surrender into it, had no other desire but to surrender to it. Those flames of desire that had been licking at her body ignited into full-blown arousal, and she struggled to free herself from the seatbelt, eager to get as close to Hunter as she possibly could. The blasted thing, torturous as it was, finally clicked free and released her from its confines, and she took the opportunity to climb into Hunter's lap, not once minding how cramped the car, despite its comfortable appearance, seemed to be. "I want you," she gasped, fisting her fingers through his dark blonde locks, tangling her fingers in them, her eyes nearly blazing from want. "Do you have anything?" she inquired, sliding back for a moment, uttering a quiet grunt of discomfort as her back hit the steering wheel.

"Unfortunately, no, since I haven't had sex other than a bed in years," he admitted. "Stephanie was always very weird that way, she never—"

"—I don't want to talk about Stephanie," Jewel interrupted with a fierce, frenzied look upon her face, as she swooped in to take his mouth in another passionate kiss, one that she dominated, and Hunter didn't have it in him to protest.

Breaking the kiss and feeling emboldened by the freedom that being with Hunter like this, without thought or concern that she was cheating on her husband, Jewel untangled herself from Hunter's lap, where his prominent erection, which she had been torturing mercilessly as she kissed him, stood at attention through his jeans. She moved to the backseat of the car, where, with a sly, teasing grin, she unzipped her jeans for Hunter, kicked off her sneakers, and slid them down her legs, carelessly kicking them off once they reached her feet. "Get over here," she commanded in a low, sultry tone, then gave a small, nervous giggle. "I always wanted to do that," she said in a low, excited tone, her eyes still aglow.

Hunter smirked at her as he climbed into the backseat as well, his eyes stalking her hungrily as she laid herself down across the seat and spread her legs for him.

For a moment, he sat back and drank in the sight of her: her lips, pink and swollen from both his kisses and her teeth biting them; her angelic face, even as her eyes were aglow with mischief and wickedness as they settled upon him; her beautiful breasts, rounded and heaving as she gulped in air; the delicious curve of her hips, all the way down to the tight pinkness that had welcomed him so thoroughly only a few days earlier.

"Fuck me, Hunter," she finally gasped out, a plea that made him smirk again.

"Not yet."

The two words nearly had Jewel screaming with frustration. Wait? Why should she wait? She wanted to make her husband pay for treating her like trash, and she wanted so badly for Hunter to make her feel like a woman, make her feel like she was wanted, like she was craved. She did not want to wait. "Why?" she demanded, those brown eyes of hers narrowed in frustration.

That delicious smirk of his grew wider, as Hunter's own brown eyes traveled up and down her body, until it at last reached its desired location. "Because I want you to experience something else first."

"Experience what—Oh, sweet mercy!" she cried, trying not to scream out in delight and surprise as Hunter took that precise moment to dip his head between her legs and suck her clit into his mouth. "Oh, dear God, whatever you're doing, please don't stop!"

Hunter's tongue licked the inside of her tightness, moaning contentedly at how ripe and delicious she tasted on his tongue, occasionally flicking his tongue against her clit again, just to hear her cries of pleasure as she drew closer, ever agonizingly closer to the edge.

Jewel's eyes were closed in sheer bliss, her mouth open and her fingers gripping at the door handle, the headrest on the back of the front passenger seat, anything to hold on to as she fought to hold off her fast-approaching orgasm for as long as she could.

"You taste so damn good, Jewel," Hunter growled in a husky tone, before swiping his tongue against her clit again, earning him another moan of approval, and moving a hand down to his pants to cup himself in anticipation. He was hard, so damn hard, because of this woman; there was no way she should be affecting him as strongly as she did, but she did, and he didn't care. He didn't want it to stop. With his free hand, he slipped a finger inside her and started to move it in and out slowly, grinning in approval as she whined and mewed like a kitten, arching and squealing in delight at his actions.

"Fuck me, Hunter, please! I can't take it anymore, pleeeeeeeeease!"

That final plea, that final whine of surrender, was what Hunter needed to hear. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his knees, took hold of the younger woman's thighs and adjusted them to his liking, positioned himself, and drove himself inside her, a hiss of bliss escaping his lips at being inside her tight heat again.

He moved within her, slow at first, then gradually picking up speed as she grew tighter and tighter around him. Her hands dug into his shoulders, her body arched against his, and she moaned, whined, hissed, and wailed her approval in his ear as he fucked her mercilessly in the car, thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing. Whatever she wanted, he gave, and he gave it all to her.

It wasn't long before Hunter was speeding up again, his hips moving faster and faster, before he exploded inside her, sinking his teeth into her shoulder possessively to prevent himself from roaring as he came. His breathing gradually returned to normal, but not before he raised himself up above Jewel, and used his hand to travel down to her womanhood, where he played with her sensitive clit while he still moved within her. He felt a surge of primitive satisfaction as her breath hitched, her eyes closed in bliss, her back arched, and she came all around his cock.

A few moments passed in silence between them as they basked in the afterglow of the session, both of them just content to remain where they were. "Wow…" Jewel finally sighed after a few moments, inhaling deeply the scent of their union, and smiling happily. "That was just…wow. Amazing isn't even the right word for that."

"How about exceedingly, mind-blowingly orgasmic?" Hunter suggested, laying himself down on top of her once more, and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You…you're one amazing person, did you know that?"

She blushed, that light pink flush creeping into her cheeks and never once failing to bring a smile to Hunter's face. "Thanks," she said quietly, looking up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You're perfect, Hunter. I can't imagine why Stephanie would take you for granted."

He couldn't understand why, either. But at that moment, he didn't care. All he cared about, all he was starting to care about was Jewel Hart, and why he couldn't get her out of his head.