I walked to Vince's office just before 2.
"Hey, Vince." Vince had accepted my relationship much easier than Linda had.
"Kara, do we need to go?"
"I'm just on my way to claim his royal highness now."
"Right, I'll go and get Linda and Stephanie."
"I'll see ya at the restaurant." I said, we left the office together and went off in separate directions. I walked to Shane's office and I sat in the chair opposite his desk.
"Come on Mac, lunch time." I said smiling.
"Ooh, are you dessert?" he replied playfully.
"Depends, but if you don't move then you'll have to go hungry on all counts." I said standing up. I removed my hair bobble and let it fall down.
"Mmm, Kara come here." I walked round to the other side of the desk; he took my hand and lightly kissed it before pulling me onto his lap. "That's better."
I giggled, "Shane Brandon McMahon, we need to go. I'm starved."
"OK, but tonight I get to have my wicked way with you."
"Yes Shane, now let me up." I replied, he released me and allowed me to stand. We left the office and I told Shane's assistant that he wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
We got into Shane's Corvette and I took the keys. I drove to the restaurant in Greenwich and allowed the valet to park it. We went inside and were shown to a large table, I sat down and watched Shane's confusion.
"Kara, I thought this was a romantic lunch."
"Shane Brandon McMahon, surely you wouldn't think that your family would forget your birthday." Linda replied from behind Shane.
"Mom?" he turned round to see his parents and sister. He hugged them, as did I. "Kara Jane Maddox you set me up."
"Oh, sorry Shaney, I guess I forgot to tell you." I sat back down and Shane sat next to me. The five of us ordered drinks and then his family gave him his gifts. We chatted and Linda and Stephanie revealed stories of Shane when he was younger.
"Kara, you should have seen Dad when Shane came in with a mohawk, it was classic." Stephanie said.
"Shut up, Stephanie." Shane exclaimed.
"No son, I was furious." Vince continued.
"My dear brother was grounded for a month. It was hilarious, Marissa got so pissed at you." Stephanie laughed. At the mention of Marissa my smile fell, as did Shane's. "Sorry, wrong thing to say."
"Don't be sorry Steph, Shane and Marissa were together a long time."
"No more stories please guys." Shane protested. The meal was wonderful, the conversation was kept simple and Marissa wasn't mentioned again. Afterwards, Vince picked up the cheque and then the McMahon's returned to work. Shane and I went to his home. We half expected to find Marissa, but the house was empty. Shane went to the kitchen and reappeared in the lounge carrying a bottle of champagne and two flutes. We sat down on the couch together; I looked deep into his eyes.
"Happy birthday." I said.
"Thank you for today. Would you care to stay the night?" he asked.
"Hmm, I'd love to but I'd miss Raw."
"So miss it," he replied his voice hoarse and he kissed me fiercely, pushing me down on to the couch. I moaned as he pressed his weight on me. He removed himself of me and stood up. I sighed and didn't move and pouted. He smiled wickedly, one which I mirrored and his eyes burnt with desire. He picked me up along with the champagne and the glasses, I squealed with delight as he carried me upstairs. He placed the glasses on the bedside table, and then gently dropped me on the four-poster bed. Of all the places we had ever made love, this was the most romantic. He leaned over me.
I smiled as he whispered, "I'm going to take my sweet time with you tonight, honey."
"Oh, well then. I am all yours." I replied. He kissed my forehead and slowly undressed me. I began to remove his clothing. When we were naked, we slid under the sheets together where, true to his promise he made slow passionate love to me. When we'd finished he nestled his head against my chest, and held me. We lay together entwined, I was happy, truly happy. Shane sat up and poured two glasses of champagne, I sat up and he handed me a glass. We sipped at the drink and he held me close with an arm around my shoulder, I was very relaxed. But, when I thought the moment was perfect the door to the bedroom opened.
"MARISSA!" Shane exclaimed bolting upright. I tightened my grip on the sheets, pulling them around my throat.
"You slut, you just couldn't wait to get your claws into my husband, could you." she growled, glaring at me.
"Marissa, get out. You don't live here any more and very soon I won't be your husband. You have no reason to call Kara a slut; she's worth a million of you. You are a cheap whore and the biggest mistake of my life. Now get the hell out of this room and stay the hell outta my life." Shane countered, tightening his hold on me. She turned on her heel and stormed out. I leant into his shoulder and kissed the bare flesh.
"Sorry babe, I'll take a shower and go." I said getting out from under the sheets. I disappeared into the en suite bathroom. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. Two hands closed around my waist, I turned around and saw Shane.
"Don't worry about Marissa" he soothed.
"Why would I worry about her?" I commented. "She's a bitch, if she'd looked after you, I'd have had nothing to steal."
"I wasn't stolen, I was captured," he said kissing my freshly washed hair. "I love you"
"Love you too." I replied.
"Hey, Vince." Vince had accepted my relationship much easier than Linda had.
"Kara, do we need to go?"
"I'm just on my way to claim his royal highness now."
"Right, I'll go and get Linda and Stephanie."
"I'll see ya at the restaurant." I said, we left the office together and went off in separate directions. I walked to Shane's office and I sat in the chair opposite his desk.
"Come on Mac, lunch time." I said smiling.
"Ooh, are you dessert?" he replied playfully.
"Depends, but if you don't move then you'll have to go hungry on all counts." I said standing up. I removed my hair bobble and let it fall down.
"Mmm, Kara come here." I walked round to the other side of the desk; he took my hand and lightly kissed it before pulling me onto his lap. "That's better."
I giggled, "Shane Brandon McMahon, we need to go. I'm starved."
"OK, but tonight I get to have my wicked way with you."
"Yes Shane, now let me up." I replied, he released me and allowed me to stand. We left the office and I told Shane's assistant that he wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
We got into Shane's Corvette and I took the keys. I drove to the restaurant in Greenwich and allowed the valet to park it. We went inside and were shown to a large table, I sat down and watched Shane's confusion.
"Kara, I thought this was a romantic lunch."
"Shane Brandon McMahon, surely you wouldn't think that your family would forget your birthday." Linda replied from behind Shane.
"Mom?" he turned round to see his parents and sister. He hugged them, as did I. "Kara Jane Maddox you set me up."
"Oh, sorry Shaney, I guess I forgot to tell you." I sat back down and Shane sat next to me. The five of us ordered drinks and then his family gave him his gifts. We chatted and Linda and Stephanie revealed stories of Shane when he was younger.
"Kara, you should have seen Dad when Shane came in with a mohawk, it was classic." Stephanie said.
"Shut up, Stephanie." Shane exclaimed.
"No son, I was furious." Vince continued.
"My dear brother was grounded for a month. It was hilarious, Marissa got so pissed at you." Stephanie laughed. At the mention of Marissa my smile fell, as did Shane's. "Sorry, wrong thing to say."
"Don't be sorry Steph, Shane and Marissa were together a long time."
"No more stories please guys." Shane protested. The meal was wonderful, the conversation was kept simple and Marissa wasn't mentioned again. Afterwards, Vince picked up the cheque and then the McMahon's returned to work. Shane and I went to his home. We half expected to find Marissa, but the house was empty. Shane went to the kitchen and reappeared in the lounge carrying a bottle of champagne and two flutes. We sat down on the couch together; I looked deep into his eyes.
"Happy birthday." I said.
"Thank you for today. Would you care to stay the night?" he asked.
"Hmm, I'd love to but I'd miss Raw."
"So miss it," he replied his voice hoarse and he kissed me fiercely, pushing me down on to the couch. I moaned as he pressed his weight on me. He removed himself of me and stood up. I sighed and didn't move and pouted. He smiled wickedly, one which I mirrored and his eyes burnt with desire. He picked me up along with the champagne and the glasses, I squealed with delight as he carried me upstairs. He placed the glasses on the bedside table, and then gently dropped me on the four-poster bed. Of all the places we had ever made love, this was the most romantic. He leaned over me.
I smiled as he whispered, "I'm going to take my sweet time with you tonight, honey."
"Oh, well then. I am all yours." I replied. He kissed my forehead and slowly undressed me. I began to remove his clothing. When we were naked, we slid under the sheets together where, true to his promise he made slow passionate love to me. When we'd finished he nestled his head against my chest, and held me. We lay together entwined, I was happy, truly happy. Shane sat up and poured two glasses of champagne, I sat up and he handed me a glass. We sipped at the drink and he held me close with an arm around my shoulder, I was very relaxed. But, when I thought the moment was perfect the door to the bedroom opened.
"MARISSA!" Shane exclaimed bolting upright. I tightened my grip on the sheets, pulling them around my throat.
"You slut, you just couldn't wait to get your claws into my husband, could you." she growled, glaring at me.
"Marissa, get out. You don't live here any more and very soon I won't be your husband. You have no reason to call Kara a slut; she's worth a million of you. You are a cheap whore and the biggest mistake of my life. Now get the hell out of this room and stay the hell outta my life." Shane countered, tightening his hold on me. She turned on her heel and stormed out. I leant into his shoulder and kissed the bare flesh.
"Sorry babe, I'll take a shower and go." I said getting out from under the sheets. I disappeared into the en suite bathroom. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. Two hands closed around my waist, I turned around and saw Shane.
"Don't worry about Marissa" he soothed.
"Why would I worry about her?" I commented. "She's a bitch, if she'd looked after you, I'd have had nothing to steal."
"I wasn't stolen, I was captured," he said kissing my freshly washed hair. "I love you"
"Love you too." I replied.