Disclaimer: I own nothing nor nobody but Kayla Brooks in this story! Storyline(s) depicted may not be the same from what is being shown currently on the Smackdown or Raw taping/Live Viewings, things may be changed for story purposes.

Chapter One

Kayla watched the sleeping wrestler next to her, her eyes wandered from his beautiful strong facial features down to his tattooed arms, all the way down to his torso, where the rest of his body lay covered by white cotton sheets. She let a small smile wash over her features and gently ran a fingernail down his shoulder, proceeding down his arm. 'Why can't you allow me to love you?' she thought to herself as she let out a long sigh from deep in her chest.

Kayla and Randy Orton had been lovers for just a little over two years now and they shared their passions, their desires and their fantasies, however it ended there and truth be told that was never enough for Kayla, she wanted something real, something true, something she could hold onto forever, she couldn't hold on to this forever, sooner or later Randy would move on and she would be left to only her memories of him.

Randy made it clear to her that he was never in a serious relationship and never planned to be, that wasn't him and it wasn't who he was. They had gotten into numerous fights over this, some almost causing them to end their 'pursuit of happiness'. She let a tear quietly roll down her cheek as thoughts rolled through her mind, such as why he could take a chance with her? Why he couldn't change for her? And more importantly how she couldn't make him see they were perfect for each other?

The only people, who knew about her and Randy, were his best friend John Cena and her best friend since college Nikki Bella. Multiple times her and Nikki have spoken of this affair and these feelings Kayla has trapped but every conversation would lead to the same answer, Kayla loved Randy and it was a forbidden, secretive love that he would never find out about. Sometimes she wanted to take Nikki`s consoling words and run for the hills from Randy without looking back, and other times she just wanted to be happy with him, even if it only lasted until the next morning. She was his angel, she gave him that passion and that happiness to last through the night, but why couldn't she be the angel that stuck by his side forever? She will forever be the Angel by his side until morning and that killed her more than loving him did.

A soft kiss on her shoulder awoke her from her thoughts "Good Morning Beautiful." A deep, husky voice whispered to her.

That voice was still able to send chills down her spine and send goose bumps through her body "Mmm, Good Morning Handsome." She whispered and smiled leaning down to capture his lips in a soft yet passionate kiss.

Before she could ask him another question he was lifted himself off the bed and pulling on his boxers, watching him, she sighed knowing her happiness was short lived "Umm… Planning on leaving so soon?"

Randy turned and faced her, giving her his signature smirk "I have to pack for the next show baby", he leaned down nibbling on her soft pink lips "I will call you and keep in touch."

She wrapped the white cotton sheets tighter around herself and watched as he threw his black muscle tee over his head "I know you will…" she paused for a moment and slid out of bed the sheet still wrapped around her form "But Randy-" she started but was soon cut off.

"Don't." his head shot up, his icy blue eyes watching her fierce green ones "Don't you start."

She pulled a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear and let out a sigh "It just that, when we`re together-" he cut her off yet again this time walking around the bed and standing mere inches away from her.

"Its amazing baby." He finished for her, speaking barley above a whisper. He pulled her body against his, her curves fitting beautifully against his body, her light skin reflecting of his tan one and her eyes challenging his "I cant imagine this body not being pressed up against mine…" he gently ran his fingers underneath the cotton sheet, up her thigh "these legs not being wrapped around me…" he leaned over and grazed his lips over hers "or these lips never touching mine."

Her breathe caught in her throat, this happened every time he was about to leave, his words, his voice and his touch just drove her mad, made her heart pound out of her chest and her legs turn to Jello. Her eyes raced with his, trying to find some emotion, anything but lust. "Then why have it end there?" she whispered.

He sighed and pulled away from her "Because that is all it can ever be, and you know that, you knew that when we started this thing two years ago Kayla so don't act like this is new news to you!" he exclaimed, frustrated with her questions and failed attempts.

She just stood there defeated as she watched him pack the rest of his clothes, its not like she didn't have any packing to do either, she had to pack and get ready for the next show as well, she would be there in a meeting with Vince McMahon. Kayla was one of the scriptwriters for the smack down show and being one of these writers meant there were times she had to go on the road with the smack down crew, but god forbid Randy ever let her take a plane ride with him or car trip with him to any new show. Sometimes she didn't feel like an angel, sometimes she felt used and toyed with but it was one of those situation where her feelings and her passion got in the way of her good judgment.

"Will I see you tomorrow night at the show?" Randy questioned with his duffle bag in hand.

She ran her fingers through her long brown her and forced a smile "Yeah, I have to do some work on the scripts for next week." She whispered.

Randy felt a tug at his heart, he felt bad, he didn't mean to be cold with her at times and make her feel under appreciated but it had to be this way, he couldn't let himself fall in love and fall into commitment with someone, it wouldn't end well and he knew it. He walked over to her slowly and leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead and whispered "Ill see you there…" and with those words he had turned around, walked to the door and left, closing it gently behind him.

Kayla looked around her bedroom and took in her scenery, the bed in shambles, her clothes from the night before on the floor and as she turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she herself, saw in her green eyes a lost girl, a girl with troubles, troubles of the heart.

Okay first chapter to my new story is up, So please read & Review! Thank you so much! Kayla has been having a hard time for the past two years accepting her passionate encounters with Randy Orton, she wants so much more but to Randy this is as far as it will ever get between him and his 'angel'. What should Kayla really do?