Chapter 4:
*Willow's POV*
I sigh a sigh of relief when I arrived Ms. McMahon's office. That was close. Definitely need to get back to the hotel early today because I can't keep up with this double life.
One of the first things needs to be done today is Shane's schedule from now till Wrestlemania. Which I quickly made a simple schedule for him. Like what days of training he needs to do and times that he can talk with his family. Thinking about Shane and his family makes me sad. I know that it was more of a celebrity crush nowadays, but he was the only person who makes me feel like all giddy inside.
"Willow?" Stephanie speaks, entering in with her brother.
"Oh Ms. McMahon," I smiled, acting like nothing happened before. "Last night, a call was received for this Friday's meeting with the Creative team."
"Anything they need?" she asked, thankfully playing along.
"They need you to go through a few things for some of the superstars and divas in their storylines."
"Awe I see, thank you."
"Willow?" Shane asked softly, appearing next to me.
"Y-Yes?" I blushed, looking at him shyly.
"How about you and I go get lunch together today?" he smiles.
"Are you sure Shane?"
"Yes, I don't mind," he smiles more, looking deep within my eyes.
I look over to Stephanie and she simply smiles, nodding her head.
"Okay," I finally agreed, smiling. "Oh! I've got a basic schedule for you for now and till Wrestlemania Shane," I said, showing it to him.
"Oh really?" he says, looking at it with his face getting close to mine to see.
"Y-Yes, it's just simple like what days is good for training and days you can have time for your wife and sons."
"Ex-wife," he corrects me.
"Excuse me?" I asked confused, looking at him, backing away a little for him to have space.
"We divorced about a year ago," he answered, looking at me and leaning forward a little.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I actually feel sorry for him.
"Don't be," Shane smirks.
What does he mean by that?
Around lunchtime, Shane says it is time for us to go. At first, I was going to bring my work phone, ut Stephanie insisted I shouldn't because Shane is now my focus. I can feel my cheeks warm up for obvious reasons. Now focus Willow! There's obviously no chance for you have a shot with your childhood crush due to him being twice your age! Oh gosh, he has amazing eyes….dangit!
Shane opens the door of his rental car, a nice luxury car of course. I enter in and it into the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked when we place on our seatbelts on.
"Wherever you like," Shane chuckles.
"Excuse me?" I'm confused.
"I'm letting you pick where we are going to have for lunch," he explains.
I didn't want to waste any of his money, but Shane seems to assure me that he doesn't mind. So we settle on a chinese buffet restaurant. There's healthy choices he can have since Shane's still training for Wrestlemania.
He acts like a gentleman towards me. Always having a smile on his face, opening doors for me, offering my chair to me, and holds my hand *blushes*. I actually really like this gesture. It's a nice change.
Our drinks are in as went to get food. My stomach's going to be happy because these rare moments where I can eat food. Especially food like this.
Shane and I return to the table. On his plate were choices that shouldn't be there, but I am in contact with his trainers and medical team. So I guess having a cheat day will be fine.
"So, tell me about yourself," he says as we begin.
"What do you want to know?" I asked, secretly freaking out.
"Anything really," he smiles.
I tell him some information about myself. Like I'm twenty three years old and I have been a wrestling fan ever since I can remember.
Shane and I go back and forth on many things which turns out we have a lot of things in common. He even shows me pictures of his sons. I can tell that he loves his children very much and he's an amazing father. It's such a shame that he went through a divorce.
"Thanks for lunch," I said with a smile when we left the restaurant.
"You're welcome," he smiles back.
He offers his hand again. I accepted it with a smile and a blush.
