So this is my first ever entry here on fan fiction! Bare with me on this one. I hope you guys like it, please review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Randy Orton.
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It was Monday morning. Ugh, I hate Mondays. To top it off, the weather's plain disgusting. It had rained all weekend, and not once did I or the state of Missouri catch a glimpse of the sun. Some jackass in front of me was barely moving, and I was already late. As I switched lanes, I saw a guy walking down the sidewalk. He was wearing dark denim jeans and a grey t-shirt. I couldn't see his face too well, but I noticed his arms were completely covered in tattoos. A million things were racing through my mind; thoughts and emotions swarming the insides of my delicate brain. This of course didn't last too long, point being I was driving on one of the busiest roads in St. Louis. I assured myself that it was best to focus more on the road and not aimless pedestrians.
Work was crazy busy when I got there; I didn't even have time to clock in right away. I was definitely in for a long fucking day. The previous Saturday, I hosted my sister Gabi's bridal shower. She's only 20 and already getting married. Whatever happened to living your life? That night didn't turn out too well; My sister got hella wasted and exposed my very recent break-up to everyone at the party. I was awarded with meaningless sympathy and ended up drunk, passed out on the bathroom floor. I swear I'm still hung over.
As the hours passed and my shift was coming to end, my stomach let out a series of groans. I was starving.
I was putting the car into ignition when i was rudely interrupted by the opening of the car door on the passenger side. Of course Maria, my eccentric co worker and best friend, would just tag along with no invitation. She was the first friend I made when I started working at Hodak's 2 years ago, and I've been stuck with her since.
"Girl, You would not believe what I heard in the ladies room earlier!" A huge smile plastered across her face as I finally started the car. "Remember that girl Stacy that used to work with us a while back? I heard her boyfriend left her for some chick he got pregnant a few months ago."
Amazing. I never quite understood how one person could know SO much just by going to the washroom.
"I also heard that Erin, the new line cook at Hodak's has a thing for you. He's adorable, Alli!"
"No way Maria. Not another set up. Remember what happened last time?"
His name was Justin. He was three years younger than me which was already a major red flag in my book, but for the goodness of Maria I went along with it anyway. We went out to dinner and surprisingly everything went good. He had a sense of humour, which is something a guy MUST have, and acted mature for his age. He paid for the bill, and opted to drive me home. I invited him inside for a bit, and one thing led to another which led to something else…let's just say it was a night of ridicule and embarrassment.
"Well how was I supposed to know he was a she? Besides, it was only that one time. Trust me on this Al." She looked at me with begging brown eyes.
"Nope." I concluded as I found a space in front of Tiffany's Diner. We sat ourselves near the window, and waited for our server. I had only been there a few times and didn't know much of the stuff on the menu. Maria was still talking; something about a gardener and a housewife? I loved Tiff's atmosphere. Everything about it shouted Classic 1950's. It reminded me of an old Cadillac my dad used to drive when I was young. I was clearly dazed and reminiscent, until I was interrupted by a voice about 3 tables down. Deep and husky. Sceptic, I turned my head and instantly regretted it.
"Shit. It's him. Shit. He saw me."
"Hah. He wasn't just planting flowers- What? Who saw you?"
"Huh?" I nervously tried to cover my face with the menu. I could not believe this was happening. Only a few feet away from me sat the worst moments of my life, not to mention that haunting arm of tattoos.
"Honey, sometimes I worry about you" Maria stated, right before she picked up her ringing cell phone. "Fuuck, I gotta go Al. Camille just threw up all over the babysitter. Sorry! I'll make it up to you. I promise." She grabbed her purse and called for a taxi. Great. I gotta get the fuck outta here. I went to grab my purse from the floor, only to find Mr. Orton himself sitting across from me as I sat up. My stomach twisted into knots.
"What are you doing here Randy?" I managed to say through clenched teeth.
"Well it's great to see you too Allison!" He smirked. Oh that smirk. "It's been what…3 years? I at least expected a 'How ya been?'".
"To be honest, I don't care how you've been. And let's not pretend that you care either."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't play dumb Orton. You know exactly what I mean." I was on the verge of tears, but I wasn't about to let him know how much he hurt me. I threw a bill on the table and bravely rushed to my car. Shaky and an emotional wreck, I searched through my purse for my keys. I coulda swore I had them in here, but those damn keys didn't want to be found. To make matters worse, the rain was turning into a full out pour. I wanted to cry so badly; the lump in my throat was beginning to be too much.
"Looking for these?"
I swallowed hard and put on my brave face once again. "Cut the shit Randy. I want to go home."
"Not until you tell me that you still love me." Inch by inch he was coming closer. He was right though. I did still love him. I had never loved anyone as much as I loved him. But I would never admit it. Not now.
"I never loved you Randy. What we had was a lie. And you know it."
We were face to face now, so close I could feel his warm breath against my face. I saw his jaw clench with every word I spoke. His eyes -the most beautiful shade of blue with a hint of grey-pierced deep into mine, searching.
"I love you Allison. I always have. I miss you."
"You're a fucking liar! We had something Randy, we did. But you had to go fuck things up. Yeah you're one of the biggest WWE Superstars out there, I get it. I accepted it, and worked around it. But that doesn't mean that you had to go behind my back and sleep with half of the divas! You're disgusting and you're a dick. Bye Randy." I tried to snatch the keys from his hand, but he grabbed onto me. Holding me tight in his grip he spoke sternly and calmly.
"I was young Allison. I didn't know better." I turned away from him. I didn't have to hear this anymore. He grabbed my face and made me look at him. Entangling his other hand in my hair. I tried to pull free, but he wouldn't let go. Instead he pressed his lips to mine, overpowering any attempt I made to detach myself. I knew this was wrong, but something deep within me yearned for him. Craved for him. Letting my guard down, I melted into his kiss. It had been so long, and I definitely wanted this. Webbing my fingers through his short brown hair he slid his tongue into my mouth, creating an all new sensation within my body. He lifted me up onto the hood of my car, and pushed his body onto mine. At that moment, any worry or concern had left me as I slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Our bodies buzzed with electricity, every touch caused my body to burn in lust and want. He ran his tongue down my neck and over my collarbone, motivating my every moan. His hands, strong and warm, felt every part of my body. He began to feel under my skirt, lighting me on fire. He stroked my clit while he kissed me, causing my body to tingle in pleasure.
"Ooh Randy."
"Mmm. Say it again baby." He lifted my leg up onto his shoulder as he entered me. I grabbed hold of his arms as he took me to ecstasy, thrusting deeply inside me.
"Ahh Raandyyy!" I moaned, feeling nothing but pleasure with his every stroke. He slowed his rhythm, making me beg for more.
"Come for me baby" he groaned, as I was reaching my climax. My body responded in spasms as he exploded in me.
I smiled up at him. Maybe he did change his ways. And maybe he did deserve a second chance.
"I love you Randy" I whispered. He kissed me softly before he buttoned up his shirt. As I fixed my skirt, his cell phone rang. The caller ID read Samantha.
"You asshole!" I yelled at him.
"Al, I can explain".
"Don't" I wanted to cry. Instead I grabbed my keys and drove off into the night.