Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 15
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Almost immediently upon their arrival at the arena, Jaylynn was ushered away
from Shane Helms and told that Mr. McMahon wanted to see her. She knew without
doubt that the McMahon was Shane.
A security guard ushered her into Shane's makeshift office and Shane nodded to
him, signaling that he could leave. The moment the door clicked shut behind the
guard, Shane wrapped his arms around Jaylynn who found herself unable to stop
her tears once again.
"Are you okay? The crazy didn't hurt you, did he?" Shane asked, running his
hands up and down her back in a soothing motion. "Not physically. But the jerk
busted Helms' computer and stole my clothes and bedding." Jaylynn cried.
"Shhhhh, it's okay. We'll replace your clothes and bedding. I'll also purchase a
new computer for Helms. It'll be okay." Shane soothed. "That's not all Shane. I
didn't tell you this over the phone, but...he took pictures. Pictures of you and
me...together." Jaylynn said, pulling away from him to watch his expression.
"Pictures? From your house?" Shane asked. Jaylynn nodded, "And the last picture
he showed me was one of me looking at the pictures."
Shane sat down on the edge of his desk hard. "My God. D-did they say anything
else?" he asked, stunned. "They mentioned something I had said to Helms moments
ago when he stopped by. Something someone would have had to been in the house to
hear." Jaylynn said.
"What did you say?" Shane asked, staring at her. "Well, Helms and I were looking
up rumors about me on the internet. We found rumors that said I was seeing a
Shane, and the rumor mill was guessing it was either you or Helms. I said I must
like to scream the name Shane." Jaylynn reported, blushing a dark red color.
Shane smirked for a moment before remembering what this conversation was all
about. "Well, Vince and I discussed it, and we want you under tight security.
It's a precaution we take whenever any of the Diva's are threatened in any
manner. I'm going to have you travel in the limo with Hunter, Stephanie and
myself. You'll also stay with me at the hotel. Steph and Hunter usually stay at
a seperate hotel so they can have their own penthouse suite. Stephanie will take
your shopping early tomorrow morning, while I'm in a production meeting. Get
Helms' computer info from him and you two can pick one up for him." Shane said
in a business-like tone. For some strange reason, Jaylynn felt even more
attracted to him when he was all business-like.
"Yes sir." She saluted, grinning. Shane grinned back and shook his head. "Don't
worry, we won't let anything happen to you." Shane promised.
***
"Hey Paul, I'm going shopping with Stephanie McMahon tomorrow morning. If you
want, you can meet me at the jewelry store downtown by Casual Merits. Or just
call my cell and I'll let you know where we are at. I doubt Stephanie McMahon
will want to hit the mall, so it'll probably be downtown, but who knows. The
McMahons are a suprising bunch." Jaylynn rattled to Paul Heyman's voice mail
late that night after the show.
She was waiting in Shane's office so he could ride with her back to the hotel.
It had been only a couple of hours and she was already sick of being under such
tight security. She had been taken off the house shows for the next couple
nights, Vince McMahon himself had ordered that one and she knew better than to
argue with him.
They had suggested she go to couseling do deal with this invasion of her
privacy. Her response had been, "He stole my underwear. I don't need
counseling...I need new underwear." Jaylynn sighed as a security guard came to
escort her to the company limo to meet Shane.
Chapter 16