A Twist of Heart; Change of Fate
Chapter 2 - Irreproachably Well.
"Jeez," his deep voice exclaimed, "what was that about?" I looked at him apologetically.
"I'm so sorry! I-I panicked," I replied as he placed his hands on my waist.
"You pack quite a punch, love," Randy said smugly. I smiled curtly, and he chuckled.
"How was the match," I queried. He didn't speak for what seemed like hours, when it was probably only a couple of minutes. However, after that awkward moment of silence, he rolled up his sleeve only for me to see an enormous cut half-stitched across his bicep. My hands flung to my lips; I looked up at him, and he shrugged.
"Happens," he reassured me, rolling down his sleeve. I in turn gave a comforting smile. "So, you're definitely coming to the hotel, am I right?" I laughed a bit and looked up at him.
"Sure," I replied. He smiled and took hold of my hand. And from there, we set off to the hotel that he, along with the rest of the locker room, had been residing in temporarily. I stepped out of the 2010 Bentley and looked around at the magnificent hotel. It's lights shone brightly, and it's location was absolutely beautiful among the trees. All in all, it seemed like a very tranquil place. I heard the car beep twice as Randy intertwined his fingers with mine once more. We soon arrived at suite 1432. It seemed as cozy as the outside. The walls were painted a warm beige/brown-like colour, the furniture was arranged nicely around the room giving it that spacious feel, the ceilings were high, and the windows especially the one in the sitting room were huge.
"Nice," I remarked whilst wandering around looking at various paintings and sculptures. I heard the noise of the T.V. and strolled back into the sitting room only to find Randy seated on the couch with his arm resting horizontally across the leather-covered top frame of the couch. "You look comfortable," I remarked softly as he smiled and motioned me to sit next to him. I obeyed as he slid his arm around me. I sat there gnawing at my lip refusing to give him even the slightest hint that I was enjoying it. He'd obviously seen my attempt at the refusal as he brought me even closer to him.
"Are you going to change," I asked looking down at his knee pads. He smiled.
"Right, I'll be back," he responded as he rose. He looked back at me once while traipsing to the bedroom. I smiled thinking to myself, What had I done right? I glanced up at the clock which read 11:37pm. About 2 minutes later, Randy had stepped out in his famous white button-down, long-sleeved shirt along with a pair of his dark blue jeans. I looked at him and grinned. "What do you think," he asked as he approached. I got up and flattened the shoulders of the shirt, fixing his collar while I was at it.
"You look great," I commented with a smile as his lips lowered to my cheek, gently gliding along it enough to give me goose bumps. "I feel under-dressed," was the only thing I managed to relay. He smirked.
"Why?" His hands found their way onto my waist once more.
"Why? Well, I look like some crazy fan you took in like a lost puppy," I stated. He chuckled and shook his head. Slowly he redirected his lips from my cheek to my lips. His hands, too, relocated themselves onto my cheeks. He leaned in slowly as our lips collided. My hands clutched his shirt as the kiss picked up not only speed but passion. He slid one hand from my cheek to my neck and stepped closer to me. I placed my hands in the middle of his back, and he pulled me closer. I pulled away for a second and looked up at his eyes. He looked back into mine then glanced down at my lips. His lips neared mine until several knocks were heard echoing through the suite. Randy sighed slightly and rolled his eyes in the direction of the white door. He released his grip on me, and I sunk down onto the couch. Randy opened the door and in came about 6 superstars, which included: Adam Copeland (Edge), Jason Reso (Christian), Jeff Hardy, Ron Killings (R-Truth), John Cena, and Dave Batista.
"Hey, man, you know you could've told us to come later," I heard Adam telling Randy whilst looking at me. Randy laughed nervously at the remark, and introduced me. I stood up and greeted each one by one. After a few minutes of settling down, Randy, John, Dave, and Ron had proceeded into the kitchen leaving Adam, Jason and Jeff out here with me. With Adam and Jason sitting to my left and right, Jeff sat on the floor in front of Jason's and my feet.
"So, how long have you and Randy been together," Adam asked unexpectedly. I felt Jeff's eyes shift in the direction of Adam then mine, whilst Jason had been too busy snacking on popcorn to pay attention to what was being said.
"Oh, umm…we're not 'together', in a sense, we've only just met plus he's married, isn't he," I queried, already knowing the answer was 'yes'. Adam chuckled a bit.
"Wait so you mean," he chuckled again sounding incredulous, "that's what's stopping you?" I looked at Adam surprised then laughed a bit myself.
"Um, yes! I wouldn't want to wreck his marriage."
"What if I told you he didn't want to be married," he raised one eyebrow, by now I knew he was teasing me. I pushed him playfully and he laughed. "Seriously though, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be somebody's play-thing," he advised.
"And this is coming from 'The Rated-R Superstar'," I said to him. He moved a bit of hair away from my cheek, and I could feel his eyes ogle at it. His lips were now inches away from it, and I could feel his hot breath trickle down my neck enough to make all my muscles contract and tauten. Apparently, he sensed that, as I could hear him chuckling quietly. His lips now touched my cheek giving it a slight peck. I bit on my lip and looked down at his shirt, a plaid blue and gold coloured, button-down shirt which was worn as a jacket over his plain, white t-shirt.
He lifted up my chin and our lips were now 2 inches apart. I placed one hand on his chest. "Adam," I whispered, his eyes fixed on my lips. He leaned in closer, and I began to apply force to the hand stationed on his chest. "I can't," I whispered again. He nodded.
"Sure you can," he whispered, "no one has to know." I could hear the anxiety, the eagerness in his voice. I shook my head.
"N-No, I can't." I looked down at his lips, tempted.
"Whoa, did ya' see that," exclaimed Jeff loudly inducing both Adam and I to jump a bit. He turned facing the T.V. now, and I looked at Jeff. He looked back up at me. I smiled a 'thank-you' sort of smile. He nodded and winked then continued to watch the T.V. I'd never much care to watch any other type of sport besides wrestling, so I sort of just sat there, thinking, thinking about what Adam had said, what I'd responded.
He's a married man, and I kissed him. Well, he kissed me, but does it make a difference? Aren't I still at fault? I was, as much as I hated to admit it, I'd made a huge transgression. Perhaps I should talk to Randy about it, he doesn't seem like the type that'd-who am I kidding? I don't know him. I must talk to him. "Excuse me," I said quietly, while rising to my feet and entering into the kitchen. Dave and Ron had been sitting on the counter whilst Randy stood and Cena sat on one of the bar stools.
"Hey, baby girl," Randy spoke. I smiled a bit as he embraced me.
"I need to talk to you," I whispered into his ear.
"Now," he inquired just as quietly. I nodded, and he excused himself. I could hear the guys making all sorts of hypotheses and predictions of where Randy and I were going, and what we'd be doing. Randy only smiled at the friendly joking and led me out to the veranda. The night sky was beautiful and starry, and the gentle breeze was perfection. I frowned a bit to myself thinking of how I'd address this situation.
"What did you need to talk to me about, love," he said calmly.
"D-Don't call me that," I said to him already beginning to feel my larynx trembling, and my throat knotting. He stood beside me leaning against the railing, and looked at me…confused.
"Alright, well, what do you want me to call you," he asked taking all this lightly.
"Randy, what about your wife," I asked him snappishly. He looked out at the city of Miami without speaking for several minutes.
"We're…separated and in the process of a divorce," he painfully admitted. I looked at him and set my hand on his.
"I-I didn't know; I didn't mean to pry-"
"It's not your fault," he retorted. I watched as the breeze perfectly blew through his shirt.
He took hold of my hand once more.
"Randy, I just don't want to make things any harder on you due to flirting or dating," I relayed considerately. His lips curved into a smile.
"You won't, I can promise that," he said. His lips touched my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me. He kept them there, pecking my forehead occasionally with his kisses. I too wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. We stood there, neither speaking, yet it wasn't an awkward silence, it was one as if understood by the heart. I didn't know what was to lie ahead, but for now…everything was irreproachably well.