Money Can't Buy You Love
Chapter One: Back to the Beginning
Summary: Jersey Stratagias is the equally successful sister of WWE Diva Trish Stratus. Involving herself in a purely beneficial no strings attached relationship with Randy Orton, who will she turn to when things turn sour? Will John Cena be the answer to all her problems?
Author Note: My last attempt at posting this story, as twice before it has been deleted for an unexplainable reason regarding the rating I gave it. Alot of people have been emailing me in regards to this story, so I'm going to give it one last shot.
This story contains sexual content and strong language which should not be read by anyone who is under the legal age of consent in your area.
I also do not own any characters portrayed, apart from Jersey. The rest are a fabrication of those we love to watch on WWE television each and every week. Also, any television programs mentioned are owned by their respectable networks and creators.
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June 4th, 2004. : Raw in Albany, New York.
Damn. How long does baggage claim take?
Jersey Stratagias wasn't used to being delayed for anything. She had grown accustomed to things being taken care of for her, and had no experience when it came to airports and missing luggage. Taking an estimated eight flights a month, she could not remember a time where she had been left to deal with a problem with her flight or luggage. Instead she would have let her assistants handle it and would instead ponder the quickest way out of the airport without getting noticed, or worse, getting photographed by Paparazzi.
At a young twenty years of age, Jersey was already an established actress, not to mention a popular figure within the entertainment industry. You would often see her face splashed across the pages of various magazines, some admiring her talent while others would display her overwhelming beauty. With both Greek & Polish parents, the 5'3 Canadian beauty was well known for her exotic looks. Her hair, a natural blonde color, came way past her shoulders, and her eyes were a unique shade of brown. Her skin was a bronze color, and her body was athletic and toned due to the hours she had put in at the gym and her Pilates classes.
Tapping her freshly manicured fingers against the desk, Jersey was suddenly regretting taking time off. She purposely let out a sigh of impatience and briefly pulled down the Gucci frames that were covering her face, glaring at the trainee who was supposed to be helping her. Her look obviously worked, because soon after that the trainee hung up the phone and walked back over to the desk.
"That was my supervisor. I'm afraid there has been a problem with your luggage..."
"Problems can be fixed." Jersey quipped, moving her oversized frames back over her eyes. And it better be fixable, if you know what's good for you...
"Apparently your things were loaded on a flight to California."
Just count to ten... Jersey said to herself, repeating the practice her therapist had taught her. "Then have my stuff placed back on a flight to New York. Problem solved."
"I'm afraid that due to security reasons, we will not be able to get your belongings back to you until Thursday."
Taking in a deep breath, Jersey pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and placed her LV bag on the desk. She rested her elbows on the hard surface and put her full weight on them, signaling for the trainee to come in closer. "Do you know who I am?"
The trainee nodded.
"And do you know who my Sister is?"
She nodded again.
"I'm here visiting her, which means I'll be traveling with her. Let me break this down for you. My sister is a professional wrestler and takes at least four flights a week. She travels to a different state every other day and spends less than six hours in each of them. Do you really think that with all that going on I am going to be able to pick my luggage up from here three days from now?"
The trainee shook her head.
"Then I suggest you find a way to get my things here before I find a way to call your manager and get you fired."
The trainee bit her tongue. She knew it would not be wise to mess with this woman. "I'll see what I can do."
"Good," Jersey smiled.
As she wrote down her details, the trainee couldn't help but roll her eyes. This woman had a serious attitude problem, and had obviously forgotten where she had come from.
That or something from her past had made her this way.
Later on that day...
Collecting what little possessions she had with her, Jersey stepped out of the cab and paid the driver, blessing him with a twenty dollar tip. He thanked her, and purposely watched as she walked away from him, admiring her curvaceous figure until she was finally out of sight. Jersey made her way to the back of the arena and stopped just by the entrance, looking up at the building, home of tonight's RAW taping.
Wow... If only she had a camera. NOT.
Jersey passed security and greeted those who lingered in the hallway, not bothering to ask for directions as she began walking. Not watching where she was going, Jersey felt herself run directly into someone, a pair of hands snaking around her waist in order to stop her from falling. She looked up to meet the eyes of an all too familiar grinning Randy Orton.
"So we meet again."
Unfortunately. "How's it going, Randall?"
Jersey knew Randy from her last experience on the road. She had ended up involving herself in a relationship with the self proclaimed legend killer. It wasn't your usual boy/girl relationship where you would meet up for coffee, or would dine at posh restaurants, it was the kind of relationship where you would meet up at hotels and have wild, animalistic, no strings attached sex. Jersey had ended up falling in love with him, but had broke it off when she had heard him talking to Paul, degrading her as "nothing more than a piece of ass" and a "cheating whore".
Yes, she was cheating. She had been in a relationship when the two started hooking up, but she felt it harsh that the man she was cheating with was calling her names like slut and whore. That and she honestly felt that they were more than fuck buddies. She thought that they were going to be together and that she would break up with her boyfriend and they would live happily ever after. Instead he had ended up breaking her heart.
"No need to be so formal," Randy smirked. "But since you ask, I'm actually doing pretty bad. Infact I guess you could say that I'm feeling pretty heartbroken.." He explained, pouting.
Psh. You don't know the meaning of heartbreak. "Yeah? How come?"
"Well this amazing, sexy blonde I met who just so happens to be the baby sister of a certain WWE Diva, left me after months of wild, passionate, out of control sex, and never even picked up the phone or wrote a letter to explain herself."
She frowned, crossing her arms. "What if she had a reason for leaving you?"
"Then I wouldn't believe her," He shrugged, his eyes not leaving hers.
"Well. I've got to say that I'm quite surprised that you didn't write a kiss and tell, just to get back at me." She commented.
"Who said I was talking about you?" He grinned. "But nah, you can't send newspapers shit like that. You have to save those stories for the top shelf magazines. Especially after some of the things you and I used to do."
She took in a deep breath, her mind going crazy as she began to reminisce on what he was talking about. "I need to go find my sister."
"I missed you, Jers." He said all of a sudden, catching her off guard.
She rolled her eyes. "Just like you miss every other girl you've slept with, right?"
"You were different," He shot back. "You knew the way I like it."
"Do you know where my sister is, or not?" She huffed, annoyed by him now.
Letting out a sigh, Randy pointed on down the hall. "Turn left. It's the first door on your right."
"Thank you." She said, turning to walk away from him.
Randy's hand closed around her wrist as he pulled her back a few paces.
"What?" She snapped.
"How about we meet up later, to you know.. Catch up."
I know exactly what you want to catch up on... "Well I don't know, Rand. I'll have to check my schedule and get back to you."
The grip he had on her loosened, while a small smile played across his face. Playing hard to get, I can handle that.
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"So then she told me that I'd have to wait 'till Thursday to get my luggage. Can you believe that?"
Trish Stratus rolled her eyes. Although she loved her baby sister to death, she had to admit that sometimes Jersey could take natural, everyday occurrences to heart. She partly blamed this on her sister's career. She felt as though her management would shelter her, pulling her into the fake world of showbiz.
"That's terrible, Sis."
Jersey nodded, rifling through Trish's belongings as she searched for a fresh set of clothes. "But you know what's worse? I saw Randy today."
Trish froze. She knew all about their past. "What did he want?"
She shrugged, holding one of Trish's shirts to her chest as she admired herself in the mirror. "It's Randy. What do you think he wants?"
"I hope you told him where to go," Trish frowned. "You know what happened last time you got involved with him. He ended up breaking your heart. Do you remember that?"
"Well you remind me of it enough," She snapped, placing the shirt back into her bag. "Besides, I hardly even spoke to him. It's not like I'm going to jump into bed with him or something."
"You did last time," She retorted, folding her arms.
"Yeah, well. I'm older and wiser now, aren't I?"
"By one year, sis.." Trish corrected, holding back a laugh.
"Okay, okay. Trust me, alright? Even if I did get involved with Randy again, I would never, ever sleep with him."
That was three hours ago.
"Oooh, Randy..."
Jersey gripped the back of the couch for support as Randy continued to pleasure her, the conversation she'd had with her sister nothing but a distant thought as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Randy traveled back up to her body and kissed her, allowing her to taste her own juices while he used his hands to unbutton her shirt. "You like that baby?"
"Yes," She whimpered, jerking her head back as he continued to kiss and lick her upper body.
"Good. Because we're only just getting started."