Chapter 8

Several days had gone by since the last Raw where Shane basically got his ass handed to him by CM Punk, and Shane was still fuming. He needed to let off steam and that is exactly why Melina was now in his office. Were it his choice it would have been Candice, but he was still working to soften her up and stop being such a 'prude'. Candice would eventually be his next flavor of the month, but for now Melina served as a nice filler.

"Paul and Stephanie sabotaged Raw just to make me look like an idiot out there. I know they want me out." Shane spat as he paced back and forth running a hand through his hair.

Melina sat leisurely with her legs draped over a chair, filing her nails and rolling her eyes.

"Fuck them. If dad were here he'd want me running Raw, and so do half the dumb asses out there watching the show."

"Could you please just drop it." Melina said getting bored of Shane's little rant.

"No, I won't just drop it!" Shane shouted.

This was definitely not what Melina came there for. So after blowing off the any lingering dust from her nails, she got up and snaked over to Shane.

Shane stood with his back turned contemplating how he would get back at both Paul and Stephanie for what they had done.

"I know how to make it all better." Melina whispered as she placed her hands on Shane's broad shoulders and started to massage them.

The insinuation of what Melina had in mind was enough to peak Shane's interest. It's not like it was difficult to distract Shane when it came to sex.

"I bet you do." Shane said as he turned and smiled down at the voluptuous diva.

Then slowly he lowered his head to taste her full lips as his hand reached behind her and up the skimpy top she wore. All the frustration he was feeling would soon be released as he felt his excitement and hunger for her grow in him mentally and physically.

"Well, somebody's ready." Melina noted as she worked to undo Shane's belt and lower the zipper to his pants.

Had Shane not been so caught up in the moment he would have heard as Paul knocked on the door outside. But, Shane did not hear anything. All he was concerned about was getting Melina undressed as quickly as possible before he exploded.

Paul had little patience when it came to Shane so after the first set of knocks he let himself in.

"Working hard Shane?" He asked.

As soon as Shane heard the familiar gruff voice he pushed Melina away from him, practically knocking her to the floor.

"Fuck Paul, ever heard of knocking?" Shane spat as he struggled to pull up his zipper and collect himself.

"Uh, I did knock Einstein, maybe if you weren't so busy with Little Miss Sunshine here you would have heard me."

Shane looked over at Melina with a scowl on his face, while she ran a hand through her hair and tried to make herself look proper again.

"You can leave now." Shane told her.

Melina looked at Shane and then turned to leave as he asked. On her way out she ran her tongue across her lips seductively, making sure Paul would notice. Paul did and he simply rolled his eyes.

"Okay Paul, what do you want, I'm a busy man." Shane stated as he returned to his desk and sat down.

"Yes, I can tell." Paul remarked sarcastically.

Shane glared at the older man with hatred in his eyes. There was definitely no love lost between the two of them, especially recently.

"I wanted to give you a little warning ShaneO." Paul started. "You call my wife, your sister, a whore again and I'll have you strung up to the rafters by your toes or something much worse."

Shane smirked confidently at Paul, but he couldn't help but to take a quick look down at the body part Paul was referring to, and it wasn't his toes.

"Make all the threats you want Paul, but soon I'll be in a position to have your ass fired from this company, so I suggest you don't cross me again."

Paul laughed to himself. Shane's bravado amused him more than anything.

Shane continued.

"I don't know why you don't see it."

Triple H smirked.

"See what? Indulge me."

"Stephanie and John Cena. She has a crush one the man. It really wouldn't surprise me if the two of them haven't already consummated their working relationship into something more…and you know what I'm referring to."

"Why you little…" Paul said as he immediately went after Shane and pulled him up out of his chair by his collar.

"Give me one reason not to punch you in the face right now." Paul said with his right fist already cocked backwards.

"Because you know I'm right. Why else would Stephanie let John hold the belt for so long. Why else would she be protecting him after all his screw ups. You and I both know he should have dropped the belt months ago.

Paul held Shane tight. He wanted desperately to throw his fist down his throat and tell him to fuck off, but there was a side of him that found some sense in what he was saying. Stephanie seemed to be slipping away from him. Maybe it wasn't the stress of her job as he assumed. Maybe it was John.

After a few intense seconds, Paul threw Shane back in his chair.

As Shane fixed his tie he couldn't help but to smile. It was obvious what he had said was getting under Paul's skin. Shane wondered why he hadn't thought of it earlier. Get Paul thinking Stephanie is having an affair with John, and sit back and watch as the two of them tried to save their marriage. Meanwhile, Shane could take control of Raw while they were preoccupied with their personal issues. As a bonus, John may just find himself at the other end of a Triple H style beating.

"Remember what I said Shane. You call Stephanie a whore again and you're all mine." Paul said and then turned to leave, making sure to slam the door behind him.

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"I just got off the phone with JR." Vince said to Linda who was working on her laptop.

"And, how are the kids?"

"I'm worried about Stephanie."

Linda stopped typing and folded her laptop away.

"Why, the ratings from last week's show were up. The last match was a huge success."

"Yes, but apparently neither Shane nor Stephanie had anything to do with it. And beyond that JR seems to think Stephanie is losing interest. Meanwhile, our son Shane is letting some of his new found power go to his head. Apparently he was raving like a maniac after last week's show.

Linda looked at her husband thinking how ironic his statement was. Shane truly was his father's son.

"Well, you have to have at least one McMahon backstage filling that role right?" Linda said half joking and half serious.

Vince glared at his wife as if to say, not now Linda.

"I'll give it a few more weeks. If not for the ratings boost, I'd be inclined to just give up this little charade and get back in the drivers seat."

"But you know this is what they need right now. In a few years both you and I will be leaving the company we've worked so hard to build to our children. It's better they go through this now so we can prepare them for the future."

Vince rubbed his temple. He was not a patient man and having to just sit back and watch was killing him.

"A few more weeks Linda." He said. "By the way, if Shane and Stephanie weren't responsible for the main event last week, I wonder who was?" He asked.

Linda shrugged her shoulders. Despite the difficulties Shane and Stephanie seemed to be having, somehow the ratings were actually getting better. Vince was determined to find out who was responsible for it and why.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.