a/n - another chapter…I'm going to try and finish this up this week and if I do, posts will come faster. I'm working on another couple of things, but I'm not sure what's gonna happen with them, I might post both this week and then whatever gets the better reaction will be my focus for the rest of the summer.

Thanks for sticking with me so far and please review and let me know what you think! - K x


Chapter Thirty-Seven - Easy Way Out

I lay down on the sofa, laying my head in Jeff's lap. "Do you have to go?"

He brushed my hair out of my face and sighed, "It's only a couple of days Kitten. And you could always come with Matt once he's done the Raw taping since I'm meant to be flat on my back for the week." The thought that entered my mind at that moment made me giggle, until Jeff finally realised what he had said that I was laughing at, "Kitten please, keep that dirty laugh to yourself. Come with Matt. I didn't cut you a key for nothing'."

I sat up and hugged him, but he winced slightly, "Jeff, are you really okay?" I asked. He hadn't gone for a check up after the match, no matter how often I asked him too. Eventually Matt convinced him to go, but when they returned they didn't say anything, just got on with packing up their things. "Jeff?"

"It's just some bruising, I'll rest up for a few days and wait and see how I feel when I get back for Extreme Rules."

"See how you feel? Like if you feel up to winning or not?" Jeff shrugged and stood up, his left arm hanging close by his side, "Jeff?"

"I'll be fine. Better if you come home with me?" A half smile appeared, his eyes urging me to say yes, "Please?"

I stood up, going round to his right side and taking his hand in mine as we walked from the locker room, "I'll see what I can do. But I'm making no promises."

It was harder than I thought in the hotel before Raw. Luckily I had both Matt and Gi for company, and Louise would be joining us at the show. All that was missing was Jeff, it had only been a few hours but it felt weird, him not being around. "Katrina, y'ok?"

I looked up from the magazine I was pretending to read, to find that Matt was all set to leave for the show already. "I've got more contract talks tonight. I don't think I want to do this anymore."

"What?"

I held my head in my hands, sighing deeply before trying to find the words to explain what was going on in my head. "Maybe I could try something else? I could spend some time with David and Caitlyn, y'know."

"Are you disappearing again 'cause Simon's on your back?"

I sighed again before continuing, "I don't feel comfortable with him around Matt, and I think he's getting close to Jeff to get to me. And it's working, I just need some time away. But I don't know what to tell Jeff."

I stood outside Simon's makeshift office for the evening. I could hear him and Stephanie talking, well, almost yelling at each other. "I'm not having anything to do with this Simon. Vince told you bring the drama to Raw. That does not include making people feel horrible about themselves," I heard her say.

"I'm doing what is best for business," he sighed, "Unfortunately that means that there is no need for a storyline involving Katrina."

Sighing, I knocked and opened the door simultaneously, "I thought I was getting to make that decision?" I asked.

Stephanie turned and gave me an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry Katrina," she sighed, "This is outta my hands." She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I stood, staring at him, holding his gaze, being sure not to blink first. Childish, but I didn't know what else to do.

Still lost for words, I waited for Simon to explain exactly what was going on. "Jeff's known for being a screw up. So it was decided that Jeff can't keep the girl, and get the title."

I breathed deeply, trying to comprehend what I had just been told. Trying to believe what I had just been told. This was an easy way for Simon to make people miserable, whether or not it was intentional was all I had to work out. "So what's the storyline?" I asked.

"Well…" he started, glancing down at the paper in front of him, "You'll be around with Matt tonight, talk him into reconciling with Jeff, so you can all hang out together, that you miss him et cetera. Then we'll do a piece with you on the phone to Jeff, explaining that you missed Matt as a friend. You'll end the call in tears, and Matt finds you. He takes you out with him for his match and you help him win. We're going to have a cash in for money in the bank next week and when you and Jeff return, he'll be focused totally on beating Jason at the PPV and so he won't want you to be around. There is a chance you could stay, I could find way to write you in…" he trailed off, gesturing for me to take a seat.

"I think you're acting has really improved, and that we could use you to bring the feud with Matt back into play, once Jeff is champion."

"But I thought Jeff couldn't get the girl, and the title?"

Simon grinned at me, taking my hand in his. I glanced down, noticing he wasn't wearing his wedding band. What the hell was he up to? "Well, there is a way around it…"

He raised his hand and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. I pulled back, almost slamming my head off the wall, "I love Jeff, and you're married." I reminded him.

"Was."

"I love Jeff. And I'm not going to screw things up with him. There is nothing between us, okay?" I spoke slowly, almost trying to sound patronising.

He held his hand under my chin, "Katina Katrina Katrina…" he sighed, "You already have started to screw things up, haven't you? There's a vignette with you and Jeff before his match at the PPV, care to rehearse?" he laughed.

I stood up and pushed him away from me, "I don't care what happened with your marriage, but nothing is happening with us."

"Nothing more than already has, you mean?"

I stopped just as I got to the door, turning around to face him. I looked at the man that I thought I loved, the man I thought would never do anything to hurt me and remembered everything he had done, everything he was capable of doing again. He could ruin everything, end it all before it really had a chance to begin. He could end Jeff's dream of a World Heavyweight title reign. No chairs, no interference, a classic match that would please the fans moreso than the outcome. I hated what I was about to say, but I knew it was the only thing I could do, "What do I have to do so Jeff wins the title, and for you to stay quiet?"