Chapter 1

I looked over at the man lying beside me in bed and couldn't help the tears that started rolling down my face. How did this happen? How could I keep a secret like this from him? He had been so good to me. He had a reputation for being a cruel bastard to others, but he was nothing but sweet to me. We had been together for almost six years. Our relationship was bound for marriage and children and happily ever after. So why did I keep secrets from him?

Ted had threatened to tell our secret to the world if I didn't tell my boyfriend soon about what I had been up to behind his back. He was getting tired of just having my attention in the bedroom and when the boyfriend was out of town. I'm not exactly sure why I chose Ted to cheat with. It just kind of happened. Randy was busy winning titles, making appearances, signing autographs and rising to the top of the company. Ted was there for me with a joke and a beer. He made me feel pretty and wanted. Something my boyfriend forgot to do everyone once in a while.

Being lonely and not feeling pretty, however, was no excuse for what I was doing with Ted. I had to make a decision soon—have fun with Ted drinking beer and having amazing sex, or doing the right thing and ending my fling with Ted and marry Randy. I had a funny feeling, though, that if he ever found out about my secret, it would be end of our relationship and there would be hell to pay. And if there is one thing you should never do in life, it's cross a viper that will strike without warning.

6 Years Earlier

To be perfectly honest, Randy pretty much stalked me until I agreed to go out with him. I had just started in the WWE as assistant general manager on RAW. I was a naïve 23 year old with my first job out of college. I was extremely lucky to get this job in the first place. I had just graduated from A & M University of Texas with my trusty bachelor's degree in business and was ready to take on the world. It did help a little that my dad was none other than the Texas Rattlesnake himself, Steve Austin.

Anyway, I had just finished my orientation with Stephanie McMahon and was ready to do my thing as assistant general manager. My first item of business was to get to know the RAW superstars. I started at the top. I started with the one that I thought would be the most difficult to get along with. Randy Orton. I called Randy into my office for our "getting to know you" interview.

I will never forget the way he strolled into my office and sat down on the couch like he owned the place. He wasn't at all like the college boys I had met over the last four years. This was a real man. I really shouldn't have been intimidated by him, we were only a year or so apart and we were both from wrestling families. I was also technically his boss. Well, that's what I kept telling myself anyway to keep me from feeling nervous.

The interview went pretty well. We actually had a lot in common with each other—the same taste in music, movies and sports. The same philosophies on life and love. Love. I'm not sure how we got on the subject of love. The purpose of this time together was for me to get to know ALL of the superstars on an individual basis. To learn about their personalities and how to keep them happy so they could perform well and keep the WWE Universe watching RAW every Monday night.

Our time was finally up. I thanked him and told him how much I looked forward to working with him. I went to shake his hand right before I opened the door. I'm glad I didn't open the door right away. Because the second our hands touched I felt an electric spark like I had never felt before. It damn near took my breath away. Instead of shaking my hand, he just held it and looked into my eyes. His steel cold blue eyes met mine and I thought I was going to faint right then and there. He lifted my hand to his mouth and softly kissed it. He said, "thank you for letting me get to know you. I'll see you around very soon." And with that he let go of my hand and walked out the door.

I spend the rest of the day muddling through interviews with the rest of the roster. No one quite caught my attention like Randy did. I found my mind wandering. I kept replaying our conversations in my head. I tried telling myself that this was very unprofessional of me. I shouldn't be thinking of a co-worker this way. I had to make it through the rest of these interviews.

Thankfully the interview day came to an end. As I ushered the last superstar out the door, who should be standing in the doorway but the object of my daydreams himself. He looked incredibly tempting standing there in his jeans and his t-shirt that fit his perfect body so well. All sorts of nasty thoughts starting running through my mind before I remembered that I was at work and needed to act like it instead of drooling over quite possibly the most handsome man I had ever seen.

He invited me out for a drink with him. I would have loved to go out and have a beer with him. Unfortunately, I had made prior commitments with Stephanie and Vince and the rest of the management team.

He asked for my cell phone number so that we could maybe hook up later. I willingly gave it to him. I would have given him anything, including my body at this point, as long as he kept smirking at me. Little did I know, that it would be that smirk that would be my demise one day.