Chapter 11

When Jeff and Jaime entered the hotel suit where Jaime would be staying for the night, Jeff helped her immediately to the bed. The poor girl was exhausted both mentally and physically and Jeff had some real concerns for her health as well as for the baby she was carrying.

"Lay here, and try to relax. I'll get you some water." Jeff told her and smiled trying to offer her whatever comfort he possibly could.

Jaime smiled back. Jeff had to have one of the sexiest smiles she had ever seen. It's what had drawn her to him the first time they met. It was easy at a time like this to reminisce about the good old days, anything to get the thoughts of what the future held out of her mind. The days when she and Jeff were single, carefree and there were no strings attached to any moments of intimacy they had shared. She was an attractive looking woman and he was a good looking man. The chemistry they shared in the bed room was overwhelming. But in Jaime's mind, the best part about meeting Jeff in the first place was that if she hadn't, she never would have met Mark.

Jaime recalled the day Jeff had taken her to a show and introduced her to several of the Superstars backstage. Most of them she could have cared less about, but as soon as she met Mark she knew she was in love. There was something so magnetic about him. Jeff could tell right away that Jaime was smitten with the much older, more mature man. Jeff was actually the one who encouraged her to pursue a relationship with Mark. Everyone had known that Mark had recently divorced his wife, and although he wasn't looking to jump into anything serious, he welcomed the opportunity to play the field a bit.

The day that Mark finally decided to ask Jaime out on a real date, as opposed to meeting up with common acquaintances and sharing a drink, was a day that Jaime will never forget. Just thinking about it brought a smile to her face. Despite his rough and intimidating exterior, Jaime had discovered that there was so much more to The Undertaker than what met the eye. She used to tell him he was the most soulful man she had ever met. That was the only word she could find to describe him. Mark had soul. And Mark had passion. It was the mixture of the two that made Jaime decide that there would never be another man in her life. Mark was the one she wanted to marry, and until recently, she was certain it would happen.

"Here you go sweetie." Jeff said as he returned with a glass of water.

Jaime sat up from the bed and drank it. She was thankful that Jeff insisted she not drive the three hours back to her place. She desperately needed to sleep and the only thing that being at home would do is remind her that Mark was gone and she was alone.

"Thanks Jeff. I don't know how to repay you for all this." Jaime confessed.

Jeff smiled back at her. He expected nothing in return.

As Jeff watched Jaime lie back down on the bed and curl herself up under the covers, he couldn't help but to think about how beautiful she really was as he stroked her soft hair lightly. It was almost as if she were a delicate child waiting for someone to hold her and make things better. There was a part of him that desired to be the one to do that. But Jeff would never betray Mark in that way, that was more Shane's style. Shane would have no problem stepping in on someone else's, for lack of a better word, territory. It was exactly what he did with Mark's ex-wife Sara. Back then, Mark had been on the road a lot since he was at that time the WWE Champion. Not only was he busy doing shows night after night, but he was also busy doing promotional autograph signings and appearances. The schedule was taking its toll on both him and Sara. Shane had gotten to know Sara quite well through his once friendship with Mark. The three of them had often hung out together after shows and both he and Mark had an affinity toward motorcycles and having a good time. Little did Mark know though that Shane had also developed an affinity toward his wife as well. Shane knew Mark's schedule was wearing on Sara and that's when he decided to move in and take advantage of her behind Mark's back. For Shane, it was always a nice easy fuck, whenever and wherever he wanted it. For Sara, it was a good way to bury the pain she felt during Mark's absence. She needed to feel a man's touch and Shane provided that for her. The rest is what they call history.

Jeff would never do that though. Although dirty thoughts of actually sleeping with Jaime stole into his mind every now and then, he is after all only human, he cared too much for Jaime to use her like that. He knew how deep her love for Mark was and always will be, and despite the fact he hated how Mark had chosen to leave her, he knew Mark truly loved Jaime as well. So when Jaime finally dosed off to sleep, Jeff kissed her on the forehead, found the nearest chair to crash on, and whispered "goodnight".

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As Vince was finishing up some final notes from Smackdown, he checked the clock on the wall and noticed it was almost midnight.

"Damn it, another late night." He cursed to himself.

It was no secret that Vince was a workaholic, but even he had sense enough to know that working until midnight was a little extreme, especially when the workday started a 7:00am.

So when Vince heard a knock at his office door, he almost blew his top.

"What is it damn it!" He screamed.

"It's me dad." Shane said as he peaked in through the doorway.

"Shane, why are you still here?" Vince asked sternly inviting him in.

Shane tried to think of a good answer. Ever since finding out that Mark was suspended, Shane had been wanting to talk to his father. But before that happened, he had some business to attend to with a certain Smackdown diva. The fact that he was still reeling a bit from the impact of Jaime's knee to his groin earlier made it more difficult to simply get a quickie.

"I was catching up with some of the guys." He replied.

"Okay, what do you want Shane." Vince responded with obvious irritation in his voice.

"We need to talk about Mark. He should be fired dad for what he did to me, not just suspended. He put me in the hospital. Why didn't you fire him?" Shane asked.

"I have my reasons Shane." Vince replied.

Shane turned away scratching his head and completely irritated with his father's nonchalant answer.

"Is it money? You're afraid to let him go because you know TNA will sign him, right?" Shane replied knowing his father all too well.

"That's part of it." Vince confessed.

"Fuck Mark. He's going to jail anyway, I'm pressing charges against him tomorrow." Shane ranted as he was about to storm out the door.

"Wait a second Shane." Vince called to his son and then walked over to the door and closed it. "I spoke to Mark. He told me why he went after you, and while I don't agree with what he did, I was more than a little concerned about the fact that someone is out there now carrying your child." Vince replied.

Shane was shocked. He never would have expected that Mark would actually let that little secret out. As far as Shane was concerned, Mark had way too much pride to admit that the woman he had fallen in love with was now carrying another man's baby. Shane himself was proud to use it against him, but he by no means wanted his father to find out.

"I thought she was on the pill. I didn't mean for it to happen, it was an accident." Shane said trying to defend himself.

Vince had heard enough.

"An accident? Is that what you call it, an accident? Damn it Shane I'm tired of cleaning up your messes. I am not going to lose millions of dollars simply because you want to go off fucking anything with boobs." Vince yelled. The veins in his head now starting to show.

"How is this going to cost you?" Shane made the mistake of asking.

"Because Shane, whether you like it or not, Mark is an asset to this company. With him gone, whether it be fired or in jail, our competition gets stronger and we lose business." Vince now moved up close to Shane and grabbed him roughly by the collar. "So son, let me make this clear, you will not press charges and if you do it will be over my dead body!"

After giving Shane a hard cold stare, Vince let him go and then stormed out the door, slamming it hard behind him.