.Chapter 10: The Heartbreak
Shane and Amy had spent a good portion of the night intertwined so to speak in what could be called a night of electrifying passion. What had once started on the couch had now moved into the kitchen.
By the time both Shane and Amy realized someone had been knocking at the door, both had reached their second climax for the night.
"Room service?" Shane asked, completely out of breath.
Amy shrugged her shoulders.
"You better get it. I'll be in the bedroom just in case." She said and winked at Shane.
Before answering the door, Shane threw some water on his face, grabbed a pair of boxers and headed for the door.
Looking through the peephole he could see it was a woman, and if he didn't know any better would have thought it was his wife Marissa. As she moved closer to the door, waiting with her hands folded, Shane could tell for sure now who it was.
"Damn it!" He said under his breath.
He looked back at the bedroom door to make sure it was closed, took a deep breath then opened the door.
"Marissa, nice surprise. What are you doing here? And so late?" Shane asked trying desperately to play it cool.
Marissa peaked inside. She noticed the bedroom door closed and immediately the got suspicious. She wasn't stupid. For starters, she never completely trusted Shane when he was on the road, although she wanted to. Secondly, why was the bedroom door closed at all unless there was something to hide? Looking closer at Shane she could tell he had been in the middle of something.
"I left you a message on your cell phone a few hours ago to let you know I was on the way." She replied.
"Shit, I never got the page, damn battery must be dead." Shane said, more to himself than to Marissa.
Shane looked back at the bedroom door. The worse thing right now would be for Amy to come walking out. He prayed she was smart enough to stay back. She had to know how it worked. She cheated on Matt with Adam.
"Damn Shane, how stupid do you think I am?" Marissa's voice now starting to tremble. "I know you've got someone in your bedroom and if you don't, then I know you just finished with someone in your bedroom." Marissa held back her tears and now grew angrier. She refused to cry and show weakness. She refused to let Shane have the last laugh by seeing how torn up this was making her feel. How low and embarrassed it made her feel.
"Marissa, it's not like that." Shane tried to explain but it was fruitless.
As Shane reached out to place a hand on Marissa's cheek, she slapped him in the face.
"Go to hell Shane!" She said, hoping the person in the other room would hear, and then left as fast as she could.
Shane thought about chasing after her, but knew he'd only make the situation that much worse.
"Damn it." He said to himself as he headed to the bedroom.
When he opened the door he saw Amy sitting on the bed, fully dressed now.
"I heard everything Shane." Amy said, looking away and feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
"Yea, well, guess it's time you leave." Shane replied.
"I guess so." Amy said.
As she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door she looked at Shane one last time.
"Shane, I'm sorry." She said.
Shane laughed to himself simply because he didn't know what else to do. The statement seemed weird to him.
"You don't need to be sorry. I got what I wanted, this whole thing with Marissa is just a reality check. I really do love her and right now I've got to fix things between us. She's the mother of my child for Christ's sake. I hate to sound like a bastard here, but this is it for us. Things have to go back to the way they were."
In her mind Amy recalled the way "things were" before the affair started. Amy hardly knew Shane at all. He lived in a totally different world than she did. They barely even spoke except for an occasional "Hi, how you doing? Ready for the match tonight?"
The reality of what Shane was saying hit her like a slap in the face. He could have said anything but that. Did all of it mean nothing?
"Wham bam thank you ma'am huh?" Amy responded bitterly.
"Well if you want to put it that way. Listen, don't get upset, we had fun together, now let's move on." Shane replied trying to make Amy see the lighter side of things.
"Whatever you say Mr. McMahon." Amy responded just before leaving.
As she slammed the door behind her, Amy laughed at herself for being so stupid. It was obvious from the beginning what Shane wanted and she played right into his hands. At the same time, she did enjoy it and he didn't make her do anything she didn't want to do. In the time they spent together he treated her like a queen. She knew this day would come. Hell, Adam knew this day would come, but she didn't care. She was having fun just as much as Shane was.
Shane had suggested to Amy that they just forget about everything and move on. It was obvious Shane was going to, so Amy thought to herself, "Fuck it, fuck him and fuck me for being so stupid."
Standing now in the hotel lobby, she dug down into her purse to find her cell phone. Once she retrieved it the number was easy to remember. It was number 3 on her speed dial.
"Hello?" A voice on the other end answered.
"Adam it's me. I know you were there for me many times when Matt and I couldn't quite keep our shit together. Well, I need you again." Amy said in a low, somber-like voice.
"Where are you, I'll come get you." Adam replied with no hesitation at all.