Disclaimer: I only own Chelsea Nicole Monroe. Everybody else belongs to themselves.
A/N: Finally, I moved websites (: I started out on Quizilla!, and when I realized I wasn't happy there because of the changes they made recently, I switched here. So without anymore rambling, here's my first story on this website!
Carefully, the brunette got out of bed, feeling the familiar sense of shame and déjà vu wash over her mind and body yet again. Too many times had she been in this predicament. No longer, she told herself. This is the last time. Picking up her clothing that was scattered all of the room, she made her way to the bathroom, cautious not to wake him up like she had the last time. If he had woken up, it'd be nothing but arguments, harsh words and apologies, just like last time.
After closing the bathroom door behind her carefully, Chelsea looked at herself in the mirror. Nevertheless, she wasn't too happy with what she saw. Her reflection disgusted her. Oh, how she longed for the days when she saw an innocent, young girl staring back at her in the mirror. She turned on the cold water in the sink and ran her hands underneath it, splashing the water onto her face. Glancing up at the mirror once again, Chelsea actually took the time to study her reflection. Her once glistening dark brown eyes were now dull and lifeless. The bags beneath her eyes were seemingly becoming darker with each passing day. Her long, dark brown hair was a mess, no doubt from the events of last night.
Disgusted, Chelsea quickly got dressed, trying her best not to trip, then quietly crept from the bathroom. She tip toed her way to the door, her high heels in hand, and grabbed her purse which had been thrown aside in the lustful moments from last night. Before shutting the door behind her, the brunette allowed herself one last look at his sleeping figure. Immediately, she regretted it. A feeling of pain and shame washed over her yet again, but this time it was mixed in with guilt, and a tinge of happiness. She closed her eyes, shutting the door quietly behind her. No doubt, he'd be angry once he found out that he wouldn't be waking up with her in his arms, but he would have to get over it.
She could barely bring herself to walk down the hallway to her own room, where she was supposed to be rooming with Maryse, her best girlfriend in this crazy place they call a business. It took all the strength she had not to run back to his room and pound on the door. No, she thought. Then you'd just be back at square one, dummy. He doesn't really want you, he has a wife and a daughter who love him. She knew she was wrong. Anybody in her situation would. Before she knew it, she was back at her room. There was no way she was sleeping, so she put a movie into the DVD player and plopped down on the couch. Once the movie started, Chelsea could feel the tears stinging her eyes. Nothing was going right, her life was in a million pieces, and they were thrown in a million places, just like their clothes had been. For what seemed like hours, she sat there as the tears rushed down her face. There was nothing she could do about it anymore. She'd let lust come in the way of her judgement, and now she had to pay for the consequences.
Nobody knew about this; Nobody could know about this. News spread like wildfire in the WWE, and Chelsea knew that. Either they stopped now, or they would eventually slip up and get caught. There was no going back once that happened. She knew she had to cut it off. She had to cut off the "relationship" that she had with Randal Keith Orton.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, guys. I promise, once the story actually gets going the chapters will be much longer. Review.(: