CHAPTER NINE
"So cousin, what convinced you to come back?" Shane asked a few weeks later, relieved to have his stars as well as Sam and Cat on the road again, safe from dangerous snow.
"A lot of really good sex." Catarina replied gleefully, enjoying the look on his face as she watched Mark walk by, actually blushing under the look he shot her. All he had to do was give her that 'come here' look and she was like a puppy. The man was addicting, she could vouch for him being the reason her legs were in such excellent shape, along with her butt, and her stomach, and her arms, and her...
"I do believe Catarina has Mark wrapped around her finger." Sam giggled, her arm linked through Steve's.
"Or vice versa." He grinned down at her, guiding her off to his dressing room.
"Looks like their gettin' along just fine." Mark grinned, his eyes landing on Catarina, and smirked seductively.
"I noticed…" Cat whimpered, not liking that look. "I gotta work…" She whined, though she was now in his arms, leaning against him. "Remember, the whole therapist thing? I'm supposed to be meeting one of the divas in ten minutes…" She sighed, standing on tip toes to kiss his chin, ducking before he could actually kiss her, she'd never get there if that happened. "Gotta go!" She bolted.
"Great Mark, now she's skittish for another reason entirely…" Shane sighed teasingly.
***
Cat went to the 'office' she and Sam had been given, though Sam was currently a bit busy. Which was alright, this was just talking about boring shit with a Diva who apparently was stressing being fat or something. She dropped down on the comfy couch to wait, taking a long sip of the cold water, fanning her face with her hand. She closed her eyes, trying to stop smiling. What the HELL was wrong with her?
***
"That was completely MIND NUMBING, Shane! She's like a size zero and thinks she has fat thighs!" Cat groaned, ignoring Mark's match -she wasn't a big wrestling fan, for obvious reasons- as she chatted with her cousin. She twirled her cane, wishing the arenas were a bit warmer but didn't mind too much, better then the damn brace.
"You will survive. That or you could go home, away from Mark…"
"Nah, I like it here, thanks."
Mark walked from the back after demolishing Jamie Noble, deciding to go see what Catarina was up too. He spotted her talking to Shane and walked up, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "Excuse us, Shane O'Mac." He then walked away with her giggling, whispering words of promises in her ear for later that night.
Shane watched as Cat slapped Mark with her cane, shaking his head. His cousin wasn't surly and his best superstar was becoming a softie, what the hell had he done? He grinned, whistling and suddenly decided he should go call his wife and see if she wanted to come spend the night with him...
***
"I'm getting divorced today!" Cat trilled as she and Stephanie walked into the courthouse. She wore a black business suit that fit her curves snugly, without making her look like a slut and low heeled shoes, her cane at her side, knowing that'd make Matt's day. Speaking of... "Hey Hardy, ready for your third divorce?"
Matt turned around and glared at his soon to be ex-wife, for a third time. A smirk curved his lips at the sight of her cane. "At least you have something to remember me by." He sneered, sitting down in a chair beside his lawyer, looking sharp in a crisp, blue three piece suit. This bitch wasn't getting a DIME from him, thanks to the prenuptial agreement they'd signed prior to getting married, for the third time.
Catarina was more then glad for the pre-nup, especially since she was probably better off then her husband, being a McMahon and all. She listened to the familiar routine, wincing when the judge suggested they NOT marry again since he had seen them so many times over the past decade and finally rose, a free woman again. She linked arms with Steph on their way, waiting patiently for Matt to appear off the courthouse grounds and promptly tripped him. "There you go, something to remember me by." She said sweetly, slipping into the limo with her cousin and taking off.
***
Shane and Mark had put together a small congratulatory party for Catarina and all of her friends were there. It was at her bar of course, what better place in all honesty? Samantha was there, everyone Catarina knew and respected was at the party, which was already underway.
"I think she's here. Everyone act normal!"
Catarina walked into the bar, Steph following. She'd taken off her blazer, now in slacks and a silk black tank top. Her eyes narrowed when she seen everyone, shrugging, trying to scope out the place, something wasn't right here. "Is it me or…"
Jeff peeked at Mark, with a 'can we now' look.
"SURPRISE!"
"You fuckers!" She laughed, letting Mark hold her instead of smacking him senseless.
"This means you're not my sister anymore?"
"For the third time!"
Jeff sighed.
"Oh lord, what a loon…" Shane muttered.
Mark chuckled as he shook his head at Jeff before turning her around and staring down into her eyes. "I'm glad yer free, darlin'."
"Well, since today is one for celebratin'…" Steve said, his arm around a blushing Samantha, smiling when she nodded. "Sammy here found out somethin' interestin' a month back and had it done…" He trailed off, grinning at everyone's confused looks.
Cat looked at Sam, watching her friend mouth one word and blurted out. "You got your tubes untied?"
"Aw hell, Cat, burst my bubble! I wanted to say it!"
Samantha grinned from ear to ear, her eyes filled with happy unshed tears as Steve kissed her neck. She wanted a family and a baby more than anything. Somehow she knew Steve was the man for her as she leaned against him, sighing happily. "Yeah, I did. I also found out that my divorce was finalized today along with yours! Isn't that fabulous?"
While the two women jumped around like mad people, Shane joined Mark; Steve and Jeff by the bar, watching the two. "You realize Glenn blames Cat for Sam divorcing him, right?" Shane murmured, sipping his scotch on the rocks. "Then comes you Mark for giving her balls, then comes me for egging her on."
"What about me?" Steve demanded.
"I'm sure you're on the list somewhere."
