A/N :- Thanks to the people that have reviewed the fic so far :-)
Also a Big Thank You to Nina who has help me out a lot So thanks Nina
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Stephanie reached the door of her dressing-room and opened it cautiously seeing if anyone was
about. There wasn't a person to be seen. She relaxed slightly. She slipped out the room and
shut the door quietly. With her head down she walked along the deserted corridors, thinking of
a good enough excuse to tell her father why she wouldn't be attending any shows in the near
future.
She was so deep in her thoughts, she didn't see the person who had turned the corner
and she walked straight into them. The impact sent them both to the ground, making Stephanie
wince as she landed on her injured arm.
She looked across the floor to the person she had collided with and bit back a groan of
annoyance. There lay none other than Chris Jericho.
Of all the days for this to happen she thought this had to be the one. She let out a sigh as
she stood up, preparing for what she knew was coming. She watched him get off the ground and
turn to face her. He looked at her and a smirk formed on his face.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the Billion Dollar Princess herself, out looking for business are
you?"
God, she thought, she couldn't deal with this tonight it was too much. Stephanie looked at him;
she could tell he was getting ready for her comeback. She simply just didn't have the energy to
think of one.
"Sure Jericho, whatever you say."
The confusing look that came over his face almost made her want to laugh out loud.
"Is that it, are we done?" she asked.
"What's wrong Stephy, can't lower yourself to talk to the help?"
Stephanie sighed, she wasn't like that at all, she used to love hanging around with the other
wrestlers. But when she had become Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley, Hunter had forbidden her. God, she
thought, wasn't that the biggest mistake of her life. If only she hadn't wanted revenge on her
father, she wouldn't be in this mess.
She was startled out of her thoughts when Jericho started waving his hand in front of her face.
"Hello, anyone in there? I know I'm great to look at but you need to learn how to concentrate
Steph!"
Stephanie looked up at him, ok so she found him rather hot but that didn't mean her world
revolved around him. She glared at him and was walking past him, when he grabbed her injured
arm. She let out a yelp, causing Jericho to let her go in surprise.
"What's wrong? I hardly even touched you!"
"No...nothing's wrong, I just wasn't expecting it."
"Are you sure?"
"Why do you suddenly care! Nothing's wrong, so just leave me alone."
"Fine."
Jericho watched her walk away. What was up with her, he thought, first she had just let him
insult her like that, then she yelped when he had hardly even touched her and why was she wearing
shades inside anyway? He thought he had seen something beneath them but the hallway was poorly
lit so he couldn't be sure.
All that he did know was that, that wasn't the Stephanie that he was used to. There was
something going on with her and despite all his reservations about what he thought she was, he
really wanted to find out what it was
Also a Big Thank You to Nina who has help me out a lot So thanks Nina
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Stephanie reached the door of her dressing-room and opened it cautiously seeing if anyone was
about. There wasn't a person to be seen. She relaxed slightly. She slipped out the room and
shut the door quietly. With her head down she walked along the deserted corridors, thinking of
a good enough excuse to tell her father why she wouldn't be attending any shows in the near
future.
She was so deep in her thoughts, she didn't see the person who had turned the corner
and she walked straight into them. The impact sent them both to the ground, making Stephanie
wince as she landed on her injured arm.
She looked across the floor to the person she had collided with and bit back a groan of
annoyance. There lay none other than Chris Jericho.
Of all the days for this to happen she thought this had to be the one. She let out a sigh as
she stood up, preparing for what she knew was coming. She watched him get off the ground and
turn to face her. He looked at her and a smirk formed on his face.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the Billion Dollar Princess herself, out looking for business are
you?"
God, she thought, she couldn't deal with this tonight it was too much. Stephanie looked at him;
she could tell he was getting ready for her comeback. She simply just didn't have the energy to
think of one.
"Sure Jericho, whatever you say."
The confusing look that came over his face almost made her want to laugh out loud.
"Is that it, are we done?" she asked.
"What's wrong Stephy, can't lower yourself to talk to the help?"
Stephanie sighed, she wasn't like that at all, she used to love hanging around with the other
wrestlers. But when she had become Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley, Hunter had forbidden her. God, she
thought, wasn't that the biggest mistake of her life. If only she hadn't wanted revenge on her
father, she wouldn't be in this mess.
She was startled out of her thoughts when Jericho started waving his hand in front of her face.
"Hello, anyone in there? I know I'm great to look at but you need to learn how to concentrate
Steph!"
Stephanie looked up at him, ok so she found him rather hot but that didn't mean her world
revolved around him. She glared at him and was walking past him, when he grabbed her injured
arm. She let out a yelp, causing Jericho to let her go in surprise.
"What's wrong? I hardly even touched you!"
"No...nothing's wrong, I just wasn't expecting it."
"Are you sure?"
"Why do you suddenly care! Nothing's wrong, so just leave me alone."
"Fine."
Jericho watched her walk away. What was up with her, he thought, first she had just let him
insult her like that, then she yelped when he had hardly even touched her and why was she wearing
shades inside anyway? He thought he had seen something beneath them but the hallway was poorly
lit so he couldn't be sure.
All that he did know was that, that wasn't the Stephanie that he was used to. There was
something going on with her and despite all his reservations about what he thought she was, he
really wanted to find out what it was