Chapter 2

Breakfast finished and Randy drove to the airport, making small chatter with Caralyn, always enjoying their time together. It wasn't often he actually acquired one on one time with his beautiful personal assistant, though when it did come around, Randy milked it for every second he could. Before he met Caralyn, Randy was a male slut, sleeping with every woman that came his way.

It didn't matter what he was doing, where he had to go, he was constantly on pussy patrol. He would have sex with women at the airports while waiting for a flight in the bathroom and sneak ring rats into his dressing room backstage at shows just for quickies. It was never-ending; Randy had somewhat of a sex addiction and honestly hadn't cared what people thought of him, thinking he was a big wrestling star that Vince McMahon couldn't possibly replace.

Until Caralyn Nichols came into his life, remembering the first time he laid eyes on her.

He honestly thought she was just another brainless blonde who wanted a piece of The Legend Killer, which is why he'd made the condom crack. Caralyn arched an eyebrow at him and Randy would forever remember the look in her teal eyes as they blazed with anger, showing off her fiery attitude. Randy had been on an ego trip and Caralyn instantly knocked him down several hundred pegs, which he would always be grateful for.

From that moment, Randy stopped sleeping with every woman who batted an eyelash at him.

Randy still couldn't believe two years had passed by, wishing time would slow down a little because it seemed like he hardly spent time with Caralyn. She was his personal assistant, but Randy was always so busy with appearances, autograph signings and his actual job, wrestling, that he really didn't feel he had time for her. It was stupid considering he was married, but Randy couldn't help feeling drawn to her.

He'd met Samantha a little while after Caralyn became his personal assistant during one of his trips home to St. Louis. Samantha had been there, his high school sweetheart, and they rekindled their relationship…or so Randy thought. As much as he loved Samantha, Randy would always secretly wish it was Caralyn he made love and held in his arms at night instead of her.

When Samantha claimed she was pregnant, Randy immediately stepped up and decided he had to let this crush on Caralyn die because he had responsibilities to Samantha and their unborn child. Randy quickly proposed to her and Samantha accepted, both of them seemingly happy, even though Randy slowly died inside. Caralyn stood up at their wedding as one of Samantha's bridesmaids, after being pleaded by the pregnant woman, and Randy had no idea just how hard it was for his friend.

To actually watch Randy get married to Samantha tore Caralyn's heart to shreds, though on the outside she smiled brightly and congratulated them. Caralyn knew it was stupid to fall for him, but nobody could help who they fell in love with, no matter the circumstances. She wished them well and flew home after the ceremony, while Randy went on his month long honeymoon with Samantha to Hawaii.

Shortly after Randy took leave from the company, Vince had given Caralyn a new wrestler to work with…John Cena. He was incredibly handsome and had crystalline blue eyes with short soft brown hair, standing just over six feet tall. The man had an incredible body with muscles in places Caralyn didn't know existed, though she thought he was too buff.

At first, Caralyn just wanted to be his personal assistant and not get personally involved with him, but John was unwavering, refusing to give up. He was a chatterbox and said he enjoyed hearing the sound of her voice when she spoke to him, even if it was strictly about work. Caralyn stared in his big pleading blue eyes and instantly melted, allowing John to knock down the walls she'd built up around her heart, knowing Randy would never be hers.

The more they hung out together, the more Caralyn grew too actually like John and his hood rat personality. He toned it down around her when they were alone and Caralyn was glad for it, feeling as though she lost IQ points whenever he went into hood rat mode. Though Caralyn would give him this much credit, John made her laugh and made her feel good about herself, always calling her his beautiful buttercup. Like grew into love and when John finally asked Caralyn out to dinner, she couldn't help accepting, wanting to be happy.

Randy ended up being gone longer than anyone anticipated, Caralyn later finding out it was because Samantha had threatened to divorce him and take their baby away if he didn't stay home to help her with the pregnancy. She wanted to seriously hurt Samantha, knowing how much Randy loved what he did for a living, and the conniving bitch had forced him out of it for nearly a year. Randy had claimed he had a bad injury he was overcoming, which was partially true, but Caralyn knew the truth. So she ended up being John's personal assistant for close to a year, which built their relationship stronger.

When Randy came back, Caralyn immediately became his personal assistant again, though John was not happy about it. "You knew this was temporary." She had tried reasoning while packing her things, ready to move them back to Randy's dressing room.

John had stopped her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately, pressing his forehead to hers. "Stay with me, buttercup." He pleaded, staring down in her teal eyes, frowning. "You know you won't be as happy with him as you are with me."

"John…" Caralyn kissed him quickly on the lips, smiling. "I have to go back to him, but this doesn't change anything between us. We're still on the same show, you just won't see me as often as you do now and that's a good thing for us. You'll see."

Caralyn had walked out of John's dressing room and back to Randy's, actually glad to be back where she felt she truly belonged. As soon as she saw Randy, Caralyn hugged him tightly and welcomed him back, immediately getting to work. They grew closer the more Caralyn worked with him, while still trying to build a relationship with John, and so far it had worked out.

She still couldn't believe she'd been with John for two years and things were going alright between them, but Caralyn felt like he was distancing himself from her lately. Then again, she knew how busy John was with his music and movie career on top of being the top star in the company. Vince expected a lot from him, way more than Randy, so Caralyn didn't mind giving John his space, which is why she currently sat in a car with Randy listening to music instead of her boyfriend.

Caralyn honestly didn't mind it either, knowing her heart belonged to Randy and not John, but she had to get over that. Randy was taken, even if he wasn't in a happy marriage and John loved her unconditionally. She wished she could give him the same love back, actually contemplating asking Vince to switch her services back over to John just so she could distance herself away from Randy.

One look in Randy's beautiful blue eyes and that thought immediately flew out the window.

"Come on beautiful, we need to get moving." Randy ushered her inside quickly, taking her hand so he didn't lose her in the sea of people they were currently fighting against.

"I swear, we're forever running late." Caralyn laughed when Randy scowled at her, sticking her tongue out in response while security went through her bags.

They made it within minutes of the plane taking off to Vancouver, Canada.

Randy settled back in the seat, not realizing he still held Caralyn's hand while she popped her ear buds in, finally pulling it out of his grasp. He looked down, frowning because he felt empty without her hand in his, making him sigh heavily. Caralyn hated planes and music helped her get through the take off part of them, though Randy did his best to comfort her. He grabbed her hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze, his heart nearly doing a leap when she flashed a heart stopping smile at him.

Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?

Caralyn honestly didn't mind Randy holding her hand, knowing he was simply doing it because he knew how scared she was of planes. With how long she'd worked for the WWE, Caralyn still had that fear and blasted her music, clicking her seatbelt on. She winked back at him, letting Randy know she was alright and leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing. Randy knew better not to bother her and smirked, hearing her audible country music blaring through the small buds in her ears.

"She's going to end up deaf." He muttered good-naturedly, declining when the flight attendant came over with a cart, asking if they wanted anything. "No thank you."

Flushing, the flight attendant took a deep breath. "If you need anything…ANYTHING at all…" Her voice had dropped to a seductive purr, Randy simply smiling back at her.

"I'll let you know if I do." He assured her quietly, his hand clasping Caralyn's a little more, sending a clear message to the woman he was taken.

He chuckled as the flight attendant walked off, glancing over at his personal assistant, knowing she would've probably popped him upside his head if he knew he'd just used her to get away from a temptress. Caralyn saw the whole exchange go down and pulled her ear buds out of her ears, once she was sure they were high up in the sky, hating how her ears popped. Randy looked back at her with those deep blue eyes and Caralyn couldn't help shaking her head, not able to wipe the smile from her face, glad Randy had taken the window seat.

"Thanks Cara." He murmured softly, his mouth hovering over her ear.

"Anytime."

Randy could tell something was bothering Caralyn, though he couldn't figure out what and it was driving him crazy. She'd been quieter than usual lately, which wasn't like Caralyn, who was normally a regular chatterbox. The energetic, bouncy beautiful woman was simply sitting there with one ear bud, the other out so they could talk if Randy wanted. He knew Caralyn had a lot on her mind and wondered if it had anything to do with her John.

John Cena…Randy gritted his teeth at the thought of the man, closing his eyes to momentarily simmer his heated blood. Every time he thought about John and Caralyn together, it tore a bigger hole in his already damaged heart. He couldn't believe he'd come back to the company, only to find out Caralyn had fallen in John's arms. He could tell how truly happy she was with the man too, which made it that much harder for Randy to accept. He tried telling Caralyn what a scumbag John was, how he cheated on every girlfriend he had and didn't care about her, but she didn't want to hear any of it.

"If he cheated, it's in his past just like it's in yours, Randy." She'd made a valid point and Randy couldn't argue against it, knowing he had a bad reputation backstage for his pussy patrol days. "People change and I trust him. Are you telling me that I shouldn't trust him because of his past? Because if that's the case, then I can't trust you."

Against better judgment, Randy had actually called her a ring rat and regretted saying it ever since that day. It'd been two years, but Randy still felt guilty because he would never get the image of her eyes glazing over with tears, the sheer hurt shining in them. Randy apologized to her profusely and Caralyn had given him the silent treatment for two months straight. When she finally did speak to him again, Randy nearly had a heart attack and swore he'd never hurt her again.

Randy was just glad Caralyn had stuck with him instead of going back to being John's personal assistant.

He wasn't stupid by any means though. Randy knew John was screwing around on Caralyn because he knew the man too well. He'd tried warning Caralyn of John's infidelity, but the woman had too big of a heart to actually believe John would cheat on her. Randy had caught the Bella twins sneaking into John's dressing room, along with Jillian, on more than one occasion whenever Caralyn left to come back to his. Randy would stand outside and hear some pretty interesting sounds that clearly told him what was going on behind the closed door, John was definitely having sex with more than just Caralyn. He had no idea how to tell Caralyn, knowing what would happen if he even approached the subject again, and decided he would let her figure it out for herself.

As much as it killed him, sometimes a person had to find things out the hard way, like their boyfriend screwing every woman in sight behind their back.

Caralyn glanced over at Randy, seeing he was deep in thought, his forehead scrunched up a little bit and his eyes looking straight head. She frowned, knowing he was probably thinking about his impending divorce from Samantha, still not believing what she'd found out. Samantha had a temper on her, Caralyn knew that, but to actually end a marriage over something that ridiculous…Caralyn knew there was more to it. She wasn't about to press Randy on the subject though, deciding that it wasn't any of her business.

Was it wrong to be in love with her best friend while she was still with another man he secretly despised? Of course it was, though Caralyn was too stubborn to actually admit it to her mind and heart, even as they screamed it at her. The truth was hard to swallow sometimes and Caralyn wasn't ready to do it, scared to death of what could happen. Randy didn't feel the same way about her as she did him and John made her happy for the most part, so why couldn't she just let her feelings for Randy go? Caralyn knew she loved John, but she wasn't in love with him because of how deep her feelings ran for Randy…because she was in love with a man she simply could not have.

'I'm such an idiot.' She thought miserably, pushing her other ear bud in her ear, just wanting to get lost in the music that engulfed her.

To make matters worse, John rarely came to Randy's dressing room because Randy had threatened him to stay away. So Caralyn had to always go track down John and nearly all the time he was either busy with a promo, going over ring techniques or doing appearances for the company. Very rarely did they ever get alone time, like her and Randy had, and that was because she wasn't John's personal assistant. Caralyn couldn't bring herself to leave Randy's side though, he was her best friend and that would never change no matter if she was with another man or not.