Chapter 1

Ghost of My Past

"Just leave." I watched, as his icy blue eyes grew colder by the second. "I mean it. You have no right to be here."

I wondered how I could have ever loved him. I wondered where the man that, I was so convinced he was, had gone. I mean he acted like I planned this, I have moved on now. I am happy now. All it took was someone who was not him. I will not deny to you that he was my everything, I will not deny to you that he made me feel the way that no other before him or none other since him could ever make me feel, and I will not deny that when I look at his flawless exterior I see the man that I loved and still feel the same about, what I will deny is that I am not over him when I look into his eyes.

"Listen I had no way of knowing that this would happen. I never expected this. I couldn't say no. I had no way of knowing that you were returning to RAW tonight. I had no way of knowing that I would be your PR assistant. Do you think that I would have ever signed a contract knowing that I would be right back where I started... standing in the same room as with you!" I saw him flinch but only for a second. "Trust me Randy I hate this more than you know but I have no intentions of reneging on this deal because you can't handle being around me." I plunged the preverbal knife that I threw a little deeper.

He laughed that cocky arrogant laugh that still I found hauntingly sexy. "Listen doll," he knew I hated it when he called me doll but I just smiled sweetly which made him laugh. "It isn't me who will have to learn to handle it. You want to be here? Go ahead. But I promise you will regret it." With that he turned to leave but stopped at the door and slowly turned, he had the smirk that I knew all to well on his face. "Tell your hot shot fiancé I said hello." He laughed again and left.

It was a miracle that I was able to still stand. Even after all this time and the knowledge that we both had moved on he still caused a wave of warmth to engulf me. My knees felt like jelly and my stomach was still doing flip-flops. The relief flooded my body when he walked out the door and even more relief came when I collapsed into the chair behind me. I felt intoxicated. God, how I hated him because he still had this effect on me.

I caught a glimpse of my large diamond ring on an all-important figure. My stomach lunged even more, Brady, his name started echoing through my head. Compose yourself my head begged my body.

I knew taking this job I would eventually run into him, but I never thought that he was the one that I would be working with so closely. When I was offered to be a PR rep for one of the wrestlers I was ecstatic. Brady traveled with his job often so I was just sorta left with noting to do. So, a whole day of being bored with nothing to do inspired me to post my resume on-line and here I am. You may wonder why I chose a job where I would be working for the same company as someone I so adamantly distain; well you aren't alone so do I. But I honestly thought that I would not have to work with him. I thought that now that he was on Smackdown that there would be no problem. I wasn't sure weather to laugh or cry at how stupid that now sounded.

I was still somewhat lost in my own head when the door swung open. I half expected to see Randy standing there with the same icy gaze and mocking smile that he had when he had left. Instead I saw something much different. Someone I certainly did not expect to walk in. There he stood in his tailored jeans and camel colored cashmere sweater with a leather jacket draping on his broad shoulders. He was stunning as ever. "Hey Sammie they told me that I would find you here."

"What are you doing here?" I said standing and catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror across the room. My long brown hair was still neatly falling in the large curls I had worked so hard this morning to attain. My face however was pale as if I had seen a ghost. I almost laughed. I had seen a ghost one that would always haunt my past.

"You didn't think I would let your first day go by without a celebration dinner did you?" He smiled. And walked over and hugged me. "So who'd you get? Triple H, John Cena, Randy Orton….."

"Ding Ding." I said way to unenthusiastically.

"One of the big one's, good for you," He said. "Bad for me, why couldn't they have put you with an over the hill married guy." He laughed.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about with Randy Orton," I said somewhat glad I had never divulged any information about Randy and I to Brady and still feeling the sting in my heart as his name so casually rolled off my tongue. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss. I kissed him back but I know it wasn't whole-heartedly.

The door to the locker room opened again. This time I knew who it was, still wrapped in Brady's embrace. I caught Randy's eye, for a moment I saw him flinch again as if he would lose his dinner. But the moment of warmth was replaced by his icy stare and then Brady turned to see who had graced us with his presents.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Randy Orton. Hey man I am a big fan." He walked over and extended his hand. Randy looked confused; I know that from my pleading look that he realized Brady knew nothing of him. He smirked and took his hand.

"As am I of yours." He said. He kept looking from my pleading face to Brady's happy-go-lucky face.

"Thanks, we are having a decent season. So what do you think of my little Samantha here?" Brady said. I almost laughed at the irony of such a loaded question. Then Randy did something that utterly surprised and caught me off guard. He walked over and draped his long arm around my shoulder. Aside from the initial shock I felt weak in the knees all over again.

"Well, OUR, little Sammie here is something else now isn't she?" Randy said with that sly smirk on his face. I could have killed him. He knew I hated when I was called Sammie. The problem was that I didn't have the heart to tell Brady. I started to pull away for fear of fainting still but Randy just tightened his grip.

"Well I think so." Brady said with a reassuring smile.

"Why when I found out that my new little PR girl was engaged to Tom Brady, famous Quarterback for New England, I couldn't more intrigued as to how she came to want this job." He glanced over at me and I forced a smile and shoved my left hand in his face. He just raised an eyebrow. He released me to my relief then to my dismay he grabbed my hand to examine the ring more carefully. I felt as if he wanted to torture me as if that he knew the way that his touch still caused a physical reaction inside of me. But he couldn't. Could he?

"Ah well you see Sammie here, strange I thought that I was the only one that called you that, anyway she got bored staying home all the time alone. I guess I should have never had her travel so much with me in the beginning she got burned out but she loves wresting so this is defiantly something that she has been looking forward to." He gave me a reassuring look. I felt so guilty. I am not sure which I felt guiltier about Randy or Brady.

"Nice ring," Randy smirked and to anyone who didn't know as well as he knows himself would have thought that he was being nice, but I caught the hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Thanks," I replied and jerked my hand away. For a moment none of us talked, I was certain that Brady was picking up on the tension between Randy and I that I doubt a saw could have cut. "Well sweetie are you ready?"

"Yes of course," he said with and interesting look on his face. He turned to Randy, "Nice to meet you Randy."

"The pleasure is all mine," I started for the door as Randy said in his smooth arrogant way. "Um Sammie can I speak to you alone." I could feel the blood rising in my face. "You know to go over business for a moment."

"What do you need Mr. Orton?" I said a little too sharp. He laughed as Brady excused himself.

"Oh come on Sammie you know way to much about me to start calling me Mr. Orton now." He looked at me after the door shut. "Or should I remind you." He stepped forward toward me, I felt my breathing change, and he was closer to me face to face than he had been in two years. It was taking my entire composer to stand straight up. The sent of his cologne was intoxicating. I could smell the smell Armani. He put one arm around my waist and pulled me roughly against him. I wanted to move but his presents was paralyzing. My mind begged me to move. But my heart dared me to. He took his other hand and held my face and just looked at it. His eyes were a mix of ice and desire. "I am not going to kiss you, but I know he can't kiss you the way you need to be kissed."

I came to my senses pretty quickly after that statement. I started to pull out of his grasp but to my surprise he released me. He laughed. I know the color had come back into my face. "I hate you Randy." That only made him laugh harder.

"For the fact that you wanted me to kiss you or the fact that I didn't do it?" He laughed harder. "What Mr. Hot Shot Quarterback doesn't make you feel that way?"

"Fuck you Randy." I screamed. I felt the tears well up.

"Oh wait you've already done that princess." He said. I felt them start to fall even thought I begged them not to. How could I have ever been in love with him? He was so cruel. I wanted to throw the last stone. I wanted to scream to him even if it was a lie that he was right I had him and I looked elsewhere. But as much as I hated him at that moment if would have killed me to have seen the pain in his eyes, so I just turned and walked away.

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