Pulling a white tank top over her head, Amy rushes to answer the front door to her apartment.
"Okay, coming, hold on a minute." She calls out, a little annoyed that she has a visitor so early in the morning.
When she opens the door she's already giving the visitor an earful.
"Want to tell me why you're …"
When she looks up and realizes that it is Adam, her tone changes.
"Adam, what are you doing here?"
Adam looks down to the floor, a little embarrassed by Amy's reaction.
"Just wanted to talk. Can I come in?"
"Of course."
Amy shows Adam in and the two walk upstairs to her apartment.
"You want to sit down?" She asks.
"Nah, actually, this won't take long." Adam replies with a hint of seriousness.
"Okay, you're scaring me now Adam, what's up?"
Adam walks around a bit trying to figure out how to say what he wants to say.
"Well, it's about you and Shane. The way you guys have been acting backstage. People are talking."
Amy raises and eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, and what are they saying?"
"Well, with all the flirting that's been going on and you know the thing we had going, some of the guys are calling you a… ah shit, well for lack of a better word, a slut." Adam says praying to God that what he was doing was the right thing.
"You and I both know most of those guys are assholes, what do I care. There's nothing going on with Shane and I. I told you, he's not my type." Amy says, turning her back and heading for the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
"Okay, well, I just hate hearing all that crap, and I have to admit, I was staring to think the same way." Adam admits hesitantly.
After hearing Adams' confession, Amy slams her coffee cup on the counter and walks back over to him to get in his face. How dare he make her feel like she was nothing more than a slut. He of all people should be taking her side.
"Adam, how dare you. You know better. I don't even know why we're having this conversation." Amy's face now turning a little red to match her hair.
"Call me jealous. I don't understand why you would waste time with a McMahon anyway. He's married, he doesn't love you, and…"
Before he can finish his sentence, Amy slaps him hard across the face.
"That's enough Adam, just leave." Amy demands.
"No, you didn't let me finish. He doesn't love you Amy, not like I do. We agreed to separate because we thought it was best for our careers. I knew how much you hated being a mark for everybody, so I agreed. But then to see you go running to Shane just because he flashes a few hundred bucks and tells a few jokes is bullshit. He's a married man damn it, playing you because he can." Adam says raising his voice as he goes.
"Then I guess you both have something in common." Amy retorts.
"You damn well it's different. I left my wife because I knew I didn't love her. I love you. Shane will never leave his wife. It's a business thing with him. Besides, Vince would never let his son divorce his well-to-do, upscale trophy wife for a renegade WWE Diva like you. Never." Adam explains, trying hard to control every heartfelt emotion in his body.
"You finished?" Amy asks coldly.
Adam looks at her straight in the eyes, places a hand on her face and goes in to kiss her as passionately as he can. Amy responds for a moment, but then recoils.
Before leaving, Adam makes one final plea.
"I love you Amy. Don't get sucked in. It's not worth it."
As he turns to leave, Amy buries her face in her hands and starts to cry. In her heart, she still loves Adam as much as he loves her, but now she feared she truly was being sucked in to Shane's world. Shane made her feel like something she had never felt before. Was it his money, his power, or the way he touched her? She may never know. All she knew is that she couldn't get enough of it.