Chapter 7
The following morning, Adam held Amy tightly in his arms. They would have to catch a flight in less than 2 hours, but neither really seemed to care.
Amy snuggled up close to Adam as he lay there playing with her hair. A million thoughts ran through her mind. She was confused, but yet felt at home. Why would she just not give in to what she knew was the right thing, what would be good for her in the long run? Maybe it was because even though she loved Adam with all her heart, she was greedy for more.
In the ring, Edge and Lita made the perfect couple. The writer's had taken a small incidence in their personal lives and spun it into a storyline that would have millions of people hating them. They knew each other so well, it was easy for them to play off of each other in the ring. Their "bad apple" personas had grown so much more bigger than the "good guy" persona she shared with Matt. Maybe the audience was smarter than she thought. She and Matt had been together for quite some time, but things were not all Ozzie and Harriet as the WWE creative team tried to convey. Maybe that's why it was so easy for Amy to perform with Adam in the ring. There were no expectations, and when everyone hates you, there was no pressure to be that "perfect couple". Funny thing about all of it, is that at times like these, they were the perfect couple.
'We're going to be late for our flight." Adam suggested to Amy, although still not all that concerned if they were late or not.
"I suppose we should get ready then huh?" Amy replied, still snuggling close to Adam's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
Adam laughed to himself.
"Yeah, you know if you're late getting on that flight, your little rich Connecticut snob boyfriend will be upset." Adam said wincing in regret as the words spilled out of his mouth.
It was unfair of him to try and cut Shane down at every opportunity. Not that he didn't deserve it. As far as Adam was concerned, any misery or unhappiness Amy had experienced in the last couple of months was all Shane McMahon's fault. Before he entered the picture, Adam and Amy were absolutely content with their relationship. Well, sort of.
"Listen Adam, can you please just get over it. As far as I'm concerned I don't give a damn what Shane thinks. Employer or not. He's not worth my time." Amy said as she got up from the bed, now annoyed that Adam had broken the good mood with his comment.
Hell, Amy had even forgotten all about Shane and his little phone call until now.
Adam watched Amy as she grabbed a sheet to cover herself with and headed for the bathroom. "Damn it", Adam said to himself. It was obvious that Amy was more than just a little put off with his last comment. His friend Jay was right, Adam just had a knack for cutting off his nose to spite his face.
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Shane sat next to Marissa trying to enjoy the luxury of a champagne brunch on the WWE private jet. Marissa looked beautiful as ever and why not, she had enjoyed a full night's sleep. Shane had not.
The visit to Amy's room the previous night was eating away at him. The fact that Marissa was still acting as if everything was okay, but refused to sleep with him didn't surprisingly didn't at all concern him right now. That fact that Amy had been fucking Adam Copeland did. For the first time in his life, Shane felt as if there was something he wanted, but couldn't have. Amy had proven that she would not be his lap dog. That his last name and charm were not enough to get her to be his for the night any time he wanted. Amidst all this, what really pissed Shane off the most was that in the past, Shane would have flatly turned away without out a care. If he couldn't fulfill his physical needs with Marissa, it was easy enough for someone like him to get them fulfilled through other woman. Beautiful, voluptuous women that other men would kill for. Hell, women like Trish Stratus had already given him a golden ticket to paradise anytime he wanted it. And even though Shane hadn't slept with a woman in a record setting two full weeks, he was starting to discover something about himself. Amy was more than just a piece of ass. He desired her not only physically, but most of all mentally.
Amy was a fighter, a challenge, Shane loved challenges. Amy was tough on the outside, but soft on the inside. Shane needed that softness to survive such a cut throat industry and schedule. Most importantly, Amy didn't need Shane, she proved that last night, but Shane seemed to need her.
When Marissa finished her breakfast, she placed a hand on Shane's leg. Once again teasing him. This time though, when Marissa sought to get the "I'll do anything for sex right now" reaction from Shane she got nothing. Just a simple little smile. One that might be given to an autograph seeking fan, not an adoring, desperate husband.
"I'll be right back. Gotta make a phone call." Shane said as he rose from his seat.
Marissa watched him leave, now second guessing herself and her "get even" strategy against Shane for all his indiscretions. She didn't want to lose Shane by any means, just wanted to make him suffer and appreciate her a little more. But had her plan now backfired?
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As Adam waited for Amy to finish in the bathroom, his cell phone rang. Grabbing the phone he checked the number and raised an eyebrow before answering it.
"Hey Shane, what's up?" He asked.
Adam's voice was filled with confidence and contempt. At this point, Adam felt as though he had gained the upper hand on the Boy Wonder. Amy had already told Shane to fuck off, and on top of that, he and Amy shared a passionate night of love-making that only the two of them could relish throughout the day.
"What's up Adam. Listen, when you get back to New York, I want you to meet me in my office right away." Shane demanded.
"Okay sure, but is there a problem?" Adam asked curiously.
"No problem at all. Let's jut say I've got a proposition for you. If you're at all interested in Championship gold, you'll take this meeting very seriously." Shane responded, a hint of cold steel coming from his voice.
Before Adam could reply, the phone on the other end clicked. Adam sat back scratching his head. The call seemed out of place even for a business man like Shane. Shane was usually of the upbeat, happy go lucky, not a care in the world frame of mind, but the words he spoke were about as serious as serious could be. It almost sent shivers down Adam's spine. So too did the thought of being the next WWE World Champion.
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