If It Means a Lot to You
Chapter 1: I Like It
Disclaimer: I own Jamie and Bridget. And sadly for me, that's it. And Enrique Iglesias and Pitbull own the lyrics in this chapter, definitely not me.
A/N: I know that I suck with updating the stories I'm already writing as of late, but it's because I keep getting all of these other ideas that just won't go away. So, here's story number five that I'm writing. Of course, this one is about the one and only Randy Orton, which has been a long time coming. I'm trying something new, which I may not stick with, depending on if I get bored of it, but I'm trying to use a song to be the inspiration behind each chapter, not necessarily basing the action around the song, but using the song as almost a background for the feeling behind it and maybe some lyrics that kind of convey the feel of the chapter or the scene. It's really just an experiment that I wanted to try out, so who knows? I'm fickle. I may change my mind. So, anyways, I hope you guys like it. For now I'm only rating it T, but I'm almost positive that it will be changing in the future. Please let me know what you think. I love all of my readers very much :o)
Oh! And this chapter's song is "I Like It" by Enrique Iglesias feat. Pitbull. (Catchy yes, not necessarily a favorite, though.)
Girl, please excuse me
If I'm misbehaving, oh
I'm trying to keep my hands off
But you're begging me for more
Round round round
Baby low low low
Let the time pass
Cause we're never getting old
No oh oh, oh oh
No one can do it better
Turn around I'll give you more
No oh oh, oh oh
Shout aloud
Screamin' loud
Let me hear you go!
Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it
Randy Orton's eyes were glued to what was, in his expert opinion, the absolute best looking ass in the entire bar. He was surrounded by plenty of beautiful women with incredibly beautiful bodies. But nothing compared to the one who had his full attention. Those long, toned, tanned legs seemed to go on forever. They were topped off at the very tops of the thighs by the hem of the dangerously short charcoal-colored dress. The way that the material clung to that luscious ass was definitely one of the main causes of Randy having to readjust his jeans inconspicuously. They were definitely feeling a bit tighter than he wanted them to, as he took a drink of his beer. As his eyes climbed higher up the object of his sexual fantasies' body, he watched that perfectly long, brown hair sweeping across her lower back. It was hair made for a stripper or a porn star…someone who could really make the most of hair like that in a way that would turn a man on with minimal effort but always put in the maximum effort because she was just that good.
A devious smirk crossed the face of the devilishly handsome WWE Superstar. Those crystal blue eyes squinted with mischievous intentions behind them. Holding his beer in his left hand, Randy made the decision to do something about that ass that was practically taunting him from across the bar. As this woman threw her head back in laughter, as she hung out with her friends, who were also very good-looking, though none of them could even compare to her, in his opinion, he was determined to make sure every guy in that bar knew she was already claimed. Even if she didn't go home with him tonight, he wanted everyone to know that he was calling dibs on this one. They didn't have to know he wasn't going to be bedding her. He'd rather her go home alone, if she wasn't going home with him. And he knew very well that the odds were not in his favor when it came to someone like her…or not even someone like her, but this woman in particular.
Randy slowly walked from the spot at the bar he had been standing in for the past twenty or so minutes and made his way over to the brunette his eyes had been fixed on. He gave her a hard slap across her ass, and it felt wonderful. His palm stung slightly. He knew it was a rough one, and he would likely have an unpleasant retaliation from the unwanted advance he had made.
The woman's head violently whipped around, and he received a fairly hard punch in the arm. "Randy! You asshole!" she yelled, a scowl on that flawlessly beautiful face. He could stare at her all day and never get bored.
He laughed maniacally. "I'm sorry, Jame. I just couldn't help myself. Your ass was just begging to be smacked, and I wasn't gonna let anyone else do it," he apologized, even though he wasn't the least bit regretful of his action.
"My ass is stinging now, you stupid bastard. You hit me really hard," she sneered, that scowl still present. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, affectionately, pulling her body closer to his.
"I had to get that out of my system, babe. Your ass is just looking absolutely amazing tonight." He glanced down at her chest in the temptingly low-cut top half of the dress that had tortured him with the view from behind. The view up front was certainly nothing to dismiss, either. "The twins are looking phenomenal, as well, I see."
A smug smile crossed those perfectly kissable lips. "Thanks, but you may want to back off, Orton. Neither of us are gonna be getting laid if everyone sees your grubby paws all over me," she pointed out.
Randy nodded with a shrug, as he removed his arm from her much smaller body. She was right. If these guys saw that Jamie was claimed by a 6'4", 245 pound, jacked out of his mind professional wrestler, who was also a six-time WWE Champion, they more than likely wouldn't be going anywhere near her, out of sheer survival instincts. Was that what he really wanted for her? Maybe, a little, but he wasn't going to be a twat swatter/cock block. He was supposed to be encouraging her to have fun, and he knew there was nothing more that she loved than a one-night stand, in which she'd be able to kick the guy out of her hotel room immediately or run out the door the minute the sex was over. That had been her thing, and it had been that way for quite a while.
"Are you two sure that you haven't slept together?" Maryse Ouellette asked, watching the two, with her own smirk.
Jamie raised an eyebrow at her close friend, bringing the straw that was resting in her Malibu and Pineapple to her lips and taking a sip, before answering the question that Maryse already knew the answer to. "Definitely not," she dismissed, her voice firm, shaking her head adamantly. "That will never, ever happen."
"Sure. I believe that," the French Canadian beauty mockingly replied. "I'd bet money that it's gonna happen. Mike agrees with me, too." Her boyfriend, who was standing next to her, nodded his head in agreement.
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Well, you two can bet me all the money you want because I can tell you right now, it won't be happening."
"Okay," Mike replied with a smirk that said he really thought he and his girlfriend would be making a lot of money by taking that bet. The eye roll from Maryse communicated that she still didn't believe what her friend was telling her and was in full agreement with her boyfriend's train of thought.
"My boobs look really good tonight, right?" she asked, turning her attention away from them and towards Randy, as she readjusted the low cut top, so as to enhance her cleavage, which was already pretty much out there for the world to see…well, at least for anyone at the bar to see.
"They look absolutely perfect," he replied with a nod, after staring at her chest for a couple of minutes, not to decided if they looked right, but just because he was definitely a fan of her breasts. He had always considered himself more of an ass man, but Jamie's breasts were probably two of the greatest creations the world had ever seen…the other great creation was the ass he had already complimented with the swift slap just minutes before his blatant ogling of her chest.
"Thanks," she replied with a wink and smile.
"Are those shoes new or something? I don't remember you being this tall at any point," he questioned her.
She looked down and smiled. "Yup. I just got them the other day when Maryse and I went to the mall." The open-toed platform black pumps boosted her from her normal height of 5'3" to 5'8".
"Well, you're looking very sexy, as usual," he complimented his best friend with a genuine smile.
"Thanks, Rand. Out of curiosity, have you seen Matty or Bridg?" she asked, as her eyes scanned the crowd for her younger brother.
"Mmm…no actually, I haven't. I know he told me they were coming, but I haven't seen him at all," he answered, his eyes also looking through the bar for any glimpse of Jamie's brother and his girlfriend.
"Hm. Oh well. I'm sure that I'll be able to find them at some point before I leave," she confidently told him.
"Probably. You usually do," he agreed.
"Okay. Time to dance up on some possible victims for tonight's festivities," Jamie said, giving Randy a smirk devious enough to rival his own.
"Well, make sure you keep the standards high. If anyone gets a little too hands on or creepy, I'll make sure I'm not too far away."
"You always take such great care of me. I'm so lucky to have you, Randy Pandy," she cooed, eliciting an eye roll from him. She was notorious for making childish nicknames up for him, which he pretended to find annoying, even though he absolutely loved the fact that she did it. He thought it was really cute.
"Go bother unsuspecting men, please, because I will not hesitate to knock you in the head," he shot back with a grin and a wink.
"Will do!" Jamie grabbed Maryse's hand and dragged her into the crowd that was on the dance floor, as Maryse's longtime boyfriend, Mike Mizanin, stood next to Randy, watching the women make their way through the sea of bodies.
"I swear to God, the two of you are gonna end up married," Mike said, as he took a sip of his beer.
"I doubt that's gonna happen," Randy refuted.
"Then, you're just as blind as she is."
"No…I'm not. But she's never gonna realize that. I've come to terms with it already," he admitted, nodding his head slowly. The two men kept their eyes on Jamie and Maryse, making sure no one got too close for comfort. Mike didn't mind Maryse dancing with other guys. Those two had the most secure relationship that had probably ever existed. There was no need for him to worry about her wanting anyone else. Randy, on the other hand, hated Jamie being near any other man, even though he never really said too much about it, seeing as she wasn't his girlfriend. He just silently seethed.
Jamie Cardona was twenty-seven years old and the older sister of the WWE's own resident Guido, Zack Ryder, known to his friends and family as Matt Cardona. Jamie worked for the WWE, too. She was a member of the Creative team, as well as playing multiple stints as a valet/manager, depending on what the storyline had called for. She had been a part of the company since 2007, not too long after her brother joined the WWE, under the ECW brand. Within months of her being hired by the company, she had met the company's big shot, the one and only, Randy Orton and the two immediately found a common ground on which to lay the foundation of their friendship. The two immediately bonded and had been best friends ever since.
Though Jamie was single, she had a tendency to use her good looks and stunning body to feed her ravenous sexual appetite. She had never slept with Randy, though most people didn't quite believe that. It just wasn't part of the deal the two of them had of being just friends. She hadn't planned on every changing that either.
Randy had managed to sleep with a bunch of hot women. He was absolutely gorgeous. Getting a woman into bed had never been a problem for him. The two always shared stories of who they managed to get into bed…and kick out of bed. They were very close, some would say abnormally close. She spent the majority of her time between the two main men in her life, her brother and her best friend.
Jamie and Matt had been very close for years and years. When they were younger, they fought, as most siblings normally did. The older that they got, though, the closer they eventually became. When he was on the WWE roster, he knew that his sister would fit in perfectly with the Creative team. He had made the suggestion to Stephanie McMahon, who, upon meeting his sister, loved her and offered her a position on the team. With Jamie's charming personality and undeniable good looks, Vince thought that it would be a great idea to include her in some of the storylines. And it worked out fairly well, however, she did prefer to be behind the scenes most of the time.
Though Jamie's house was on Long Island, New York, where her entire family lived, she did travel with the Raw brand all of the time. She wasn't big on being home because there were some skeletons in her closet back there. For example, she was divorced and had an unpleasant ex-husband in the area. Matt knew about that whole situation, as one would expect her brother to, but she never shared that part of her past with anyone in the WWE, not even Randy. That was just not something she was proud of and something she felt that she wasn't ready to share just yet.
Jamie had a lot of deep-rooted issues, but she always managed to slap on a happy face and leave her problems in the very back of her mind. That in itself was a potentially dangerous problem. She had a lot of internal turmoil building up. But she continued to suffocate her mounting problems, so that she didn't have to deal with them. She knew at some point in her life she would have to deal with it, but that time certainly wasn't now. For now, Jamie just wanted to enjoy her life, not worry about it.
Jamie was the life of the party. She had famous friends, lots of parties to attend and lots of gossip to be the center of, though she never admitted to anything, whether or not it was true. She was very close to her family, even though she didn't see them most of the time, well, besides Matt. She spoke to her parents Terry and Rob, often. She visited sometimes, but she usually flew her parents out to visit.
The problem with Randy was that he harbored feelings for Jamie. He had since day one. He'd always hinted at it around her, but it never really got through to her. Randy knew that Matt had an inkling that his sister's best friend had a much deeper love for her than she chose to realize. But he kept his mouth shut about it.
Randy had to force himself to sleep with random women to try and distract him from what he felt towards Jamie and especially to distract him from the jealousy he felt knowing that she was with other men, not giving him a second thought, at least in a sexual or romantic way. It made him very uncomfortable to know that the woman who trusted him and spent the majority of her time with him, had no problem sleeping with whoever interested her for the moment. Most nights, Jamie and Randy ended up kicking their nightly lays out and shared a bed with each other.
That was a very big part of the problem. Jamie was always overly affectionate towards Randy. Most of the people who knew them fairly well knew that they were not together. Whoever didn't know them would have no clue that the two had never crossed the friendship boundaries. They told each other just about everything and spent as much time together as they possibly could.
Matt was the one who was on the outside looking in, at least in terms of the relationship between Jamie and Randy. Granted, she was his big sister and all. He didn't like to think of her having any kind of love life, but he knew exactly what was going on between the two of them. He may have played an idiot on television and in the ring, but he certainly wasn't that stupid in real life. He saw the way that Randy looked at her. It made him really happy, actually. He felt that his sister was safe when she was with him. He never had to worry about her because Randy was always around taking care of her and keeping an eye on her. He trusted Randy with her and knew that he'd never let anything happen to her. He knew that Orton was head over heels in love with Jamie, and he wanted it to happen for them. Matt needed that peace of mind that Randy gave him when it came to her. After what Jamie had gone through with her ex-husband, he wanted his sister to be with someone who truly loved her. And he knew damn well that there was no better guy for her than Randy Orton.
Randy and Matt weren't really friends or anything more than just co-workers until Jamie had come along. When he and his sister got close, Matt was around the WWE's Apex Predator a lot more often. The two ended up becoming pretty good friends. He liked knowing that his sister was in good hands.
Matt had his own love life that he concerned himself with. He had a girlfriend of the past year and a half. Bridget and Matt were perfect for each other. Matt was a very independent, loud person. However, he depended on his relationship with Bridget to get him through the bad days. He loved her more than he knew he'd ever be able to express. She was the one who managed to keep some sort of sanity in his life. She knew when to let his antics go and when not to let his shit fly. She was the yin to his yang, and he was absolutely in love with her. He saw a future with her, the same kind of future Randy wanted with Jamie. The only difference was that Matt and Bridget were going to have it. Randy was certain that he'd never have that kind of future with Jamie.
