SURPRISE! NEW STORY! I wasn't planning to publish this story. In fact, I wasn't planning to write it. I just woke up a few days ago with this idea inside my head and I decided to start writing it. I haven't written too many chapters yet and I don't have idea of what will happen in future, but I'm very exicted with this story. This chapter is only a preview to know what you think. I'm not sure when I'm going tp publish the next chapter, but I hope it is soon.

Title: Crazy Heart

Rating: T

Summary: AU. She is bossy and doesn't stand him. He is a womanizer who doesn't stand her. Forgetting their mututal hate, what do they have in commom? Everything!

Main Characters: Randy Orton/Trish Stratus

Hearing the alarm clock, Trish opened her eyes. Making the annoying sound disappear by clicking the stop alarm button, the petit blonde got up. Every day the blonde would wake up at six am. Getting out of the bed, Trish walked to her closet. A training session was waiting for her and then a nice hot bath.

- Let's get ready to another workday - Trish whispered to herself with a big smile on her face.

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Waking up with the sunlight hitting his eyes, Randy covered his head with a pillow. He couldn't believe it was already morning.

Rising up from the bed, he saw a note on top of the bedside table. "Call me," he read and then saw the cell phone number. Crumpling the paper, Randy threw it to the waste basket.

Noticing it was almost time to go to work, the tall man walked into the bathroom. A quickly shower would wake him up for the rest of the day.

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- I didn't read that article - Trish exclaimed not too happy. - No! You put it in my desk. Nothing is published without I see.

With those Trish hung up her cell phone and placed it inside her very spacious handbag. Entering in a small bakery house, Trish went to order her daily double latte.

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- Just make sure it is printed…I know I didn't see it, but I trust your work. Just send it. - With those words Randy hung up his cell phone. Parking his car in the company parking lot, Randy locked it and went straight to the elevator. Luckily he wasn't late to another working day.

- How was your night? - Randy heard a voice asking him while he was waiting for the elevator's doors to open.

- A lot more fun than yours Cena - he replied and turned to John, who was standing at his side now. - I got a note asking me to call her. I could do it, but I have a busy day. I have a photo shoot session to go watch.

- In the day one of those chicks appear in your house telling you that she is pregnant and you are the father, you are finally going to think why you didn't listened to me - John exclaimed and a smirk crossed Randy's face.

- Never preach against something you already did - Randy told John and the doors opened.

The two friends entered inside the elevator.

- I didn't approve that - Trish said entering inside the elevator which was almost full. - Don't do anything. I'm almost there.

Hanging up her cell phone she clicked the elevator's button which would lead her to her floor. The blonde was ready to murder someone.

- That is what we get when we have a woman controlling a magazine - Randy exclaimed to Trish dismay. So many elevators in the building and she had to enter in the one where he was.

- Better a woman controlling a magazine than a womanizer. Did you have fun last night? - Trish replied without taking a look at him.

- Yeah. She had some resemblances with you - Randy told Trish.

- Don't tell me you finally found someone smart in your bunch of models. - A smile crossed Trish's face. She was going to stay on top. Not Randy.

Some people inside the elevator were getting uncomfortable with their conversation.

- No, I found a crazy controlling chick. - Hearing those words Trish smile faded away. When the elevator doors opened, Randy passed between the people inside the elevator to leave it. - Have a nice day Patricia.

Leaving the elevator with a victory smile, Randy walked into his office. It didn't take him too long to see his assistant making her way to his side.

- The photographer called and he told that he would be late. He talked about some crazy accident, but by his voice you could notice he had fallen asleep - the redhead woman told Randy giving him some files. - You have a meeting with the guy who wrote a book about the reason men want to sleep with so many women. I have been thinking, do you really want to do his interview? Because I have been thinking and you could write. You have the experience enough to tell the world why a guy bangs so many girls.

- Amy slow down. Why are you so irritated? - Randy asked his assistant. He already knew she was very direct towards him and she would say everything that crossed her mind, but she usually would used nice vocabulary; she wouldn't make his behavior to sound bad.

- Do you really want to know the answer? - Amy replied and Randy leaned his eyes on her expression. It was better to move on and not to ask her about it. Randy could be taller and stronger than Amy, but she was one of those women who could shut him up with just one look.

- Do I have any other meeting? - Randy opened his door's office and waited for the redhead to answer.

- You have a meeting with a representative from those ads you have been looking - Amy advised him and then gave him a letter. - Oh, and this one arrived this morning. Read it because it is urgent.

- Our magazine is for real women. We are focusing upon fashion, style and culture for women through articles about food, movies, fitness, sex, music and books - Trish spoke to herself walking from a side to another inside her office.

She had an editorial to write, but the elevator meeting wasn't allowing her to think. "Who does he think he is to call me crazy?," Trish thought to herself very angry, "I run "Sparkle" better than he does his magazine with his half naked women. I'm a better director than he is and I'll always be better than him. I'm the director of the most successful women's magazine in New York".

Letting her body crash on top of the leather couch, Trish closed her eyelids. She couldn't lose her grin because of some stupid words.

- I'm Patricia Stratigias, I'm twenty-nine, I was the best of my course, I know what I have to do and I'm going to do it. And most important: I can do it.

- Okay, you are talking alone as a lunatic does. I think I can back late. - The petit blonde heard a voice coming from her office's door. Opening her eyes, the she saw one of her coworkers.

- What do you want Stacy? - Trish questioned the other woman. Stacy tried to answer, but before she could do it Trish stopped her. - If it isn't related with this magazine, you can save it for lunch time.

- Why do you need to be so obsessed with work? - Stacy entered in the office and sat at Trish's side. From everyone who worked with Trish, she was one of the few people who could handle her bossy ways and she was the only who understood her.

- I'm not obsessed with work. I'm only trying to write an editorial, so this magazine keeps selling well and we don't end up fired. - Trish replied in her defense - Do you want to get fired?

- No, I don't want to be fired, but I don't want to ruin my social life too. I don't want people to think I'm a bitch - Stacy exclaimed and very quickly regretted her words. Before Trish could say word, the tall blonde gave her an envelope. - Don't forget my engagement party this night or I'm going to get real mad at you.

- I would never forget your engagement party - Trish lied. She had forgot about it. - What is this? Is it the invitation for your wedding? I didn't know you had already set a date - Trish asked leaning her eyes in the envelope. - Don't you think it is too soon?

- It's from Stephanie, one of your bosses - Stacy told Trish ignoring everything she had said before.

Without waiting for Stacy to leave the room, Trish opened it. Reading the letter, Trish felt the World crushing on her head.

- Oh my God - Trish exclaimed worrying Stacy. She had heard rumors about it, but she had always ignored them. She didn't want to face them. - I knew this day would come, but I never thought it would come so quickly.

- What is wrong? - the other blonde asked her friend. - Are we going to be fired?

- No, I just have a meeting with Stephanie and her father and her brother and with all the other magazines' directors. They want to discuss which magazines will keep being print - Trish told Stacy. - I can't let them shoot down my magazine. I have to show them that "Sparkle" is their best magazine.

- I don't know what you are going to do, but please don't forget my engagement party. I need you to be there. - With those words, Stacy tried to be back on her feet to leave the room, but Trish stopped her. Grabbing Stacy's wrist, she sat the other blonde at her side once again.

- Stace, you can lose your job, if I don't show Vince and Stephanie how amazing this magazine is - Trish exclaimed and Stacy rolled her eyes. Sometimes Trish could be very competitive. It was something Stacy didn't enjoy. - You need to adjust your priorities. If you lose your job, you aren't going to get married. You aren't going to have money for your dress.

- What do you want me to do? - Stacy asked hoping Trish would tell her and let her leave the room.

- Just help me writing a speech during the lunch time and give me your opinion about the editorial - Trish told Stacy, who wanted going to refuse such idea, but Trish didn't allow her. - Cancel your plans. You are going to hear my speech and give me some tips.

- Trish, I…- Stacy tried to tell, but her boss ignored her. Why did she want her to stay? Trish would never listen to her ideas. - I'm sure any other girl would love to help you.

- "Sparkle" is the magazine…- Trish stared her speech, ignoring Stacy's requests to be free to go lunch.

- Okay…I swear I'll call you later. I won't forget you. - With those words Randy hung up his cell phone.

Placing it on top of the desk, Randy opened an envelope. Amy had given him it, but he hadn't found time to open it until now.

- Did you know at least with whom were you talking? - John asked entering in Randy's office. - Because I'm sure you don't know her name.

- I'm not sure of her name, but I know her face - Randy replied without taking his eyes from the letter. - She posed for the magazine last week. She is trying to make sure her pictures appear on the "M+7"'s cover.

- I'm sure you are going to fulfill her wish - John exclaimed with a lot of sarcasm on his voice. He knew Randy pretty well. With luck her pictures would appear on the last page.

- Did you receive one of these? - Randy asked showing the letter and John nodded with his head. - Well, I don't need to get worried with it. Vince loves this magazine too much to shut it down.

- He loves this magazine because it is the only one with naked women. - Hearing his friend words, Randy smiled. It was the truth.

- How do you always need to make it sound so bad? It seems you never bought the magazine - Randy said and looked at the computer screen. - I'm sure Vince is going to make sure that the women's magazine never more edits a new number. I'll never forget the article the blonde bossy witch wrote against me.

- She didn't write it against you. It was against your magazine - John tried to defend the magazine Randy was wishing to be shut down. After all, his fiancée worked there and he didn't want her to be fired. - I'm going to lunch. Do you want to come?

- Didn't you tell me you had to go lunch with your fiancée? - Randy questioned John.

- Well, she had to stay working - John explained to Randy and saw a smirk appearing on his face. - Randy, if you tell me once again it wasn't a good idea to ask her to marry me, I'm going to kill you.

- I didn't say a word, but can you at least think in everything you are going to lose?

Since he learned about what John was going to do, Randy tried everything it was possible to discourage him. He couldn't understand why the hell he would want to get married. Spending the rest of your life with the same woman didn't sound too appealing. At leas,t it didn't sound too appealing for him.

- Do you come to lunch or not? - John asked once again ignoring everything Randy had just said.

- I can't. I have a meeting. Well at least she told me she wanted a meeting with me to discuss the clothes she should bring to the set - Randy told John. Putting on his feet, Randy walked to the office's door. - And I know her name. It's Barbie Blank.

- Nice progress. Now, try to remember it three days after having your way with her - John exclaimed. - I have to get back to my magazine. I don't want to get fired. - He was almost leaving the office, when something crossed his mind. - Oh, and try to come to my engagement party tonight. I told you about it two weeks ago. Maybe you can find someone there who wants to pose for you. - With those words John finally left the office.

"It doesn't sound a bad idea," Randy thought to himself.

Watching the hours by the computer screen, Randy noticed he was going to be late to the meeting with the adman if he didn't hurry up. He was after those ads for a long time and he didn't want to lose them now. Putting on his feet, Randy walked out of his office. He was going to have a busy day.

I really hope enjoyed it! I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes.

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xoxo

Ainat