Chapter 29

The entire weekend, Mark and Jetta stayed in the cabin, most of the time naked. That first night was just the beginning of the love making process because Mark absolutely refused to rush any of the bouts they had. Jetta was drowning in ecstasy and she never wanted to resurface from it. Though all great things must come to an end and it did faster than either wanted it too.

Sighing, Jetta walked out to the car, wearing a pair of blue jeans with a red tank top, deciding she was getting her hair dyed back to normal as soon as possible. The wine color just didn't suit her, which was why her hair was up in a high ponytail, hiding most of them except the top of her head unfortunately. She walked back inside the cabin and looked around, sighing almost sadly.

"I'm going to miss this place." She whispered to herself, taking a moment to drink it in one last time, knowing they had to be at the airport in a few hours.

Mark was putting their things into the car, knowing she was inside and glanced up, looking at the cabin. He wondered idly how much it would cost to buy it, knowing the owners rarely used it and it was seldom rented out. Deciding he was definitely going to check into it, he walked inside, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Sorry, darlin', but it's time to go." He said regretfully.

"I know." Jetta sighed wistfully, leaning back against him, and closed her eyes to take one more second in before nodding. "Okay, I'm ready. Time to get back to what we do best." She smiled up at him and sighed as he kissed her lips softly before wrapping her arms around his neck. This weekend had been the greatest of her life and Jetta would never forget it as long as she lived. It was going into the box with Sturgis, definitely a top moment for her and Mark. "We'd better hurry or we'll miss our flight." She took his hand and guided him out of the cabin, watching him lock it up before sliding in the passenger seat and buckled up. She looked back at it with a sad smile as Mark slid in the driver's side, taking her hand as their fingers laced together, and pulled out of there heading for the open road.

As relaxing as the weekend had been -another highlight in his top five list of best times ever- Mark wasn't going to lie. He wanted to get back to work. Just because he liked getting paid to beat up other people. It was like legal bouncing.

"So...Linda got you set up for anything?" He asked softly, wondering just what direction her career would be taking.

"She wants to put me in an angle with Beth for the Women's Championship." When Mark slammed on the breaks, Jetta groaned, having placed her hands on the dashboard to keep from flying out the window, even though she had her seatbelt on. "What the hell Mark?" She snapped, clearly not amused and looked over to see his green eyes boring through her, swallowing hard. "What's wrong?" She wanted to reach out and touch him, but his eyes were unreadable at the moment. What the hell had she said to make him stop in the middle of the damn road?

Mark stared at her with a cocked eyebrow. "And why haven't I heard about this until just now?" He demanded, realizing what he had done, and started driving again. "Considering how big a deal that is, you should have told me...oh, I don't know, immediately." Was the women daft? Holding gold was pretty much what everyone wanted. Himself included, sometimes.

"Well excuse me for trying to keep my best friend from running away from her wedding day, Mark!" Jetta snapped right back and crossed her arms in front of her chest, lips pursed together tightly.

It wasn't always wine and roses between them, like now as Mark began driving again, rolling her eyes. Sometimes Jetta wondered about him as far as business and personal went. The wedding was a HUGE deal that she had on her mind. When Jetta wasn't on the road, she rarely talked or thought about work, hence the reasoning. Shaking her head, she stared out the window, not speaking another word to him, wondering if Cayla and Glen were having a great honeymoon.

Considering that for the better part of twenty years, wrestling had been Mark's entire life, he usually found it difficult to shove it completely from his mind. He was awesome at separating work from home, just in the back of his mind...And this, this was big. For her anyway, it was the WOMAN'S belt after all.

"Sorry." He grunted.

"I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way you do about wrestling, Mark. And I already told Linda I don't want the damn belt anyway." She sighed, refusing to look at him, and placed black shades over her eyes. "You know to you, wrestling is everything and I understand that, but my best friend just got married, and that's pretty fucking big compared to a gold belt that a person wins because of a script."

She snorted, knowing she was probably pushing his buttons, but she was pissed off and wanted him to understand that not everything about her was wrestling. Her personal life was just that, personal, and this was a job to her to make money. Granted, she enjoyed kicking ass and taking names, but there was only so much she could take before she needed a break, unlike Mark.

Mark didn't say a word, not that he didn't have plenty of things to say to her right about now, but he wasn't fighting with her either. If there was one thing he had learned with Jetta it was this: he couldn't win because she wasn't one to let somebody have the last word. That and he really wasn't up for a fight. He wanted to just stay the way they had been, content and happy.

The rest of the ride to the airport was made in silence, though Jetta never released Mark's hand, feeling him squeeze every now and then. When they arrived and pulled their bags out of the rental car, Jetta and Mark headed to their terminal hand in hand. She finally couldn't take the silence anymore and dropped her bag before pulling his face down to hers, passionately kissing him, not caring who was watching. She didn't release him until he gave in, his arms wrapping around her body and lifted her up to where they were now eye level, finally pulling back.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, pressing her forehead against his. "I should've told you. I honestly forgot about it."

"You had every reason to forget, the wedding was a big deal." He said softly, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. "I was just shocked, darlin'." Slowly, he set her down, her body sliding against his, hearing somebody whistle at them from the people walking by and smirked. "We're giving one hell of a show."

Jetta giggled softly and nodded, picking her bag up, and swinging it over her shoulder before taking his hand again as they walked to the terminal. "Now that we're on the subject, Linda is really pushing me into this title run, but I don't know if I'm ready for it. I mean, I've been dominate, but there are others that were here before me." Jetta sighed as Mark sat down, pulling her on his lap sideways, and leaned her head on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around her in comfort. She needed it right now because, honestly, Jetta was terrified of being the Women's Champion.

Mark considered that and decided honesty was the best policy. "You're right, there are other women who have been here longer and they also deserve a shot." He said finally, knowing he was probably going to hurt her feelings, but he wasn't going to lie to her either. He wondered if Linda was doing this to keep Jetta in the company because she was family or because she was dating him. First and second were both the more rational. "But it's you who's getting the shot, Jetta, make the most of it."

It didn't hurt her feelings and Jetta was glad he was being honest with her about it, nodding in agreement. "I'm going to talk to her and ask her to give the shot to Melina." The woman had been fighting tooth and nail to be the Women's Champion again. "I don't deserve it, not yet. I haven't proven myself yet..." If there was one thing Paul taught Jetta during her training, it was that if a person truly felt they didn't deserve a shot then they hadn't reached their full potential. Jetta hadn't yet, she'd only been in the company a little over a year now. Hell, she was still a rookie. "I don't want the shot because I'm Linda's cousin, Mark. I want the shot because I deserve it." She had read his mind without even realizing it and leaned further against him.

"You have no idea how proud I am of you right now." Mark said, beaming down at her. Now he wouldn't have to beat the shit out of the mouths that would have eventually started running her down. Something he hadn't been looking forward too since those mouths would have been somewhat right. "When you ARE ready and you DO win that belt, you'll be a true champion, darlin'."

Jetta smiled up at him, seeing his green eyes glittering and kissed him softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing gently. "I'll talk to Linda when we get to the arena. She's supposed to be there." Jetta said snuggling against her man, entwining their fingers together.

She refused to have the championship handed over to her on a silver platter because she was Linda's cousin, not to mention she was dating the locker room's conscience and leader. Not happening. Jetta was going to EARN her way to the top just like she'd done with everything else in her life. When their flight was called to board, Jetta reluctantly got off of Mark's lap, not without stealing a kiss though and walked through the terminal after handing over her ticket. Within a half an hour, they were on their way to Anaheim, California.

Mark settled back into his seat once they were airborne, his eyes closing as was the habit when he flew, still holding Jetta's hand. He had told her he was proud of her, but that wasn't the right word, it was something more. She had acknowledged she didn't deserve that title yet, that she wasn't ready for it, and he knew it was those qualities about her that would make her one hell of a champion when she was finally crowned with the Women's Championship.

Jetta slept throughout the flight, exhausted from her weekend with Mark, even though it was truly an unforgettable one. She couldn't wait to get back to work though, missing the ring more than she was willing to admit. She woke up when the plane was descending and clipped her seatbelt on, smiling at Mark who was yawning, and shook her head. They were both tired, but that was what life on the road brought.

When the plane landed, they went through security before grabbing their bags and walked to their black SUV rental. Hotel first, then the arena. Though that changed when Linda called Jetta and told her to get to the arena for an impromptu meeting, Mark included. She relayed the news to Mark, who just arched an eyebrow and Jetta shrugged as he turned around and headed for the arena, glad their wrestling gear was already with them.

Mark wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what this impromptu meeting was about, unless it involved him kicking someone's ass...Though the mere fact that it had been Linda who had called and not Stephanie put him on the edge of his seat so to speak. He wasn't accustomed to feeling paranoid, but right now, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't.

They arrived at the arena and Jetta hopped out, deciding she would get her things later on after the meeting, knowing her and Mark had to hurry. Her lips were a thin line as she followed him inside, no longer together at the moment. They were co-workers now until they walked out of the arena and weren't working anymore. Jetta knocked on the door to Stephanie's office and entered, staring at her family, wondering what was going on.

"Wow that was quick." Stephanie grinned and offered them the chairs that were already in there, causing Jetta and Mark to take their seats next to each other. "Sorry this was called on such short notice, but..."

"Jetta, we wanted to talk to you about the Women's Championship."

She sighed heavily and knew this was coming, wondering why Mark had to be here.

"We will get to Mark in a minute."

Mark sighed as well, wondering just what the hell he needed to be here for and if he would like it. He didn't trust anyone with the last name of McMahon, ever. They were too devious, even the seemingly innocent Stephanie. He already knew damn well Linda was devious. She'd proven that with her little stunt on her soon to be or was he now the ex-husband? He never could remember.

"Before you even begin, Linda, I need to say this." Jetta said before her cousin opened her mouth and crossed one leg over the other, clearing her throat. "I don't deserve the title yet. Melina has been here a lot longer than me and she's been fighting tooth and nail to get back to the top. I don't want this just because I'm apart of the McMahon family or I'm Mark's girlfriend. I want this because I've EARNED it and, honestly, I don't think I have, Linda." She was voicing what she'd said to Mark, refusing to back down from her family. "If you want, put me in a feud with Beth, but I'm not taking the title from her. It's not my time yet and, until it is, I refuse to accept something that worthy."

Linda blinked, biting her bottom lip, wondering how she was supposed to argue those factors.

"Mom, Jetta's right. Melina has been here longer and she's only been here a little over a year. She needs time to get out of her rookie status."

"Yes, I know, and that's why I wanted to put the title on her."

"Let her work her way up. Now onto you Mark, we're going to put you in a feud with Randy Orton, who is going to have a valet. Now we don't see how that's fair considering who this Diva is so..."

Jetta slowly stood up, not liking this one bit, and stared at her cousin with narrowed eyes. "Please tell me you didn't..."

The pride and happiness he had felt from Jetta's strong words instantly deflated. The sparkle left his green eyes only to be replaced with deadly fury. "If you're about to say who I think you are, forget it." He said, getting to his feet. By the expressions on Stephanie and Linda's faces, he knew it was. "You both are out of your minds."

"You brought that..." Jetta didn't even have the word for her and crossed her arms in front of her chest, blue eyes lit with fury just like Mark's. "What the hell is going on?"

"Jetta, what you did to Michelle had TREMENDOUS ratings. People from all over tuned in to see you destroy her. We want to add to it."

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" She practically shrieked, her jaw dropping. "No, absolutely not! There is NO way I'm-"

"You're going to be Mark's valet." Stephanie interrupted, waving them both off dismissively. "Michelle knows what she did was wrong and won't be causing anymore problems for either of you."

"Yeah because if she does I'm going to fucking MURDER her!" Jetta growled, completely livid with this turn of events. Her and Mark were HAPPY and now they were bringing that whore back in the picture!

"She will be fired on the spot if she's caught doing anything remotely unprofessional, you have my word, Jetta."

"Now then," Linda brightened right up again. "Mark, Jetta is going to be your new valet while Randy is going to have Michelle. It's basically going to be two feuds at once."

"Killing two birds with one stone."

"I'm going to kill one of those fucking birds if she messes with me and Mark, bank on that."