Disclaimer I own none of the WWE characters. I pretty much own
nothing, except for maybe one or two characters I created. All the rest
belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon or themselves. I also do not own OVW
in any way, shape or form.
Chapter 14:
Regan's POV
I woke up the next morning with Jay lying next to me. He was sleeping silently. He looked so peaceful. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. I was in love. I slid silently out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Jay had acted so strange last night, accusing me and Shane of being more than friends. That of course was ridiculous. I had never even thought about Shane in a romantic sense.
His outburst last night had reminded me of my confrontation with Marissa. She had called me horrible names and accused me of outrageous doings. I felt bad for Shane, Marissa was ruining his life. If Shane would even mention the word divorce to Marissa, she'd take Shane for all he was worth. I felt all my anger towards Marissa boiling up inside, I had to do something to help Shane. There was no way I was going to let her walk over Shane anymore. One way or another, I'd find a way to help Shane.
Marissa's POV
I glided into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Shane. He peeked over at me from behind his newspaper. He averted his glance from me. "What's wrong Shane? Don't you want to look at your lovely wife?" He didn't answer. I smiled and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Or can't you look me in the eyes knowing that you are cheating one me?"
Shane tossed his newspaper down and glared at me. "I'm cheating on you?"
I picked up my cup and took a sip. "Thanks for admitting that you and Regan are cheating on me." I laughed as Shane's face turned five shades of red. He tightened his fists and pounded them on the table. "What are you going to do Shane? Hit me. Go right ahead. I'm sure the media would love to hear all about you cheated on your wife. How you beat her."
Shane stood up and slammed his chair. "I'm sick of you and all your accusations. You have no proof that anything is going on between me and Regan. Or me and anyone else."
"Oh, is there someone else too Shane? Stacy Kiebler perhaps? Maybe Torrie Wilson?" I smiled at him. "Or maybe Trish Stratus?" If looks could kill, I'd be dead after the look Shane shot me. He didn't say a word as he left the kitchen in a cloud of anger. I smiled. Soon enough Shane, I'll have everything I want, I thought. Too bad you aren't part of that.
A/N: Sorry so short. I'm trying to decide where to go with this. Writer's block sucks. Please Review though, you guys rock!
Chapter 14:
Regan's POV
I woke up the next morning with Jay lying next to me. He was sleeping silently. He looked so peaceful. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. I was in love. I slid silently out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Jay had acted so strange last night, accusing me and Shane of being more than friends. That of course was ridiculous. I had never even thought about Shane in a romantic sense.
His outburst last night had reminded me of my confrontation with Marissa. She had called me horrible names and accused me of outrageous doings. I felt bad for Shane, Marissa was ruining his life. If Shane would even mention the word divorce to Marissa, she'd take Shane for all he was worth. I felt all my anger towards Marissa boiling up inside, I had to do something to help Shane. There was no way I was going to let her walk over Shane anymore. One way or another, I'd find a way to help Shane.
Marissa's POV
I glided into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Shane. He peeked over at me from behind his newspaper. He averted his glance from me. "What's wrong Shane? Don't you want to look at your lovely wife?" He didn't answer. I smiled and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Or can't you look me in the eyes knowing that you are cheating one me?"
Shane tossed his newspaper down and glared at me. "I'm cheating on you?"
I picked up my cup and took a sip. "Thanks for admitting that you and Regan are cheating on me." I laughed as Shane's face turned five shades of red. He tightened his fists and pounded them on the table. "What are you going to do Shane? Hit me. Go right ahead. I'm sure the media would love to hear all about you cheated on your wife. How you beat her."
Shane stood up and slammed his chair. "I'm sick of you and all your accusations. You have no proof that anything is going on between me and Regan. Or me and anyone else."
"Oh, is there someone else too Shane? Stacy Kiebler perhaps? Maybe Torrie Wilson?" I smiled at him. "Or maybe Trish Stratus?" If looks could kill, I'd be dead after the look Shane shot me. He didn't say a word as he left the kitchen in a cloud of anger. I smiled. Soon enough Shane, I'll have everything I want, I thought. Too bad you aren't part of that.
A/N: Sorry so short. I'm trying to decide where to go with this. Writer's block sucks. Please Review though, you guys rock!