A/N: I had my doubts about writing another chapter to this story, but your reviews were so kind that I felt like I needed to give it a try so thanks, you are really the best.

ChApTeR 2:

Randy Orton had always been an enigma to her. He was like a hard riddle she couldn't figure out completely and even after they started to interact more intimately she couldn't quite decipher the essence of his nature. He was just a land of contradictions and in her mind that was just too complicated for her to comprehend.

It was like this, back in the day, to the public eye the man was perceived as being cold as an iceberg and more often than not he would prove to be a total jerk. He would get in arguments with the fans, backstage his temper always got the best of him and the rumor behind his back was that he was like a time bomb ready to explode at any given time.

His ways were so bad that he even gained quite a few enemies among his peers, but if that ever bothered him, Orton never let it show. He was just too high above everyone to care.

That was the perception she had of him just a few weeks after meeting him for the first time, and even though he had completely blown her mind away by that dark but oh so sexy aura that surrounded him, she kept her distance because he kind of intimidated her. Yes, Randy Orton intimadated the cocky Maryse Ouellet and that was part of the reason she felt so drawn to him.=

Back in those initial first months, she had the impression that if she would do as much as to step in his vicinity he would snap at her and send her away with just a look of those icy steel grey eyes of his and Maryse didn't want that, no uh. But that didn't dissuaded her from keeping her eye on him, she was too intrigued not to watch him in silence and one good day, after catching him staring at her she decided to approach like she only knew how to and see how it would go.

Needless to say that it went out great.

That right there had been the start of everything and with time she got to know him pretty good; in fact, she came to know him better than anyone in the WWE ever would.

And because she knew him so well was why she could say without any doubt that he was full of contradictions. You see, once she got to know him she realized that he wasn't everything that met the eye. Deeper than what he made himself to be, Maryse knew that the tattooed man wasn't quite like people thought he was. Sure, he had a temper from hell and he was kind of a jerk, but he was also kind once the doors were closed to the world and to that day she hadn't meet anyone more caring than him.

That at one point of his life he didn't want to portray himself like that was another thing. But he was really all that and more, and it was just recently that people were staring to see that other side of him, because since the birth of his daughter, he had calmed down his old ways.

So yeah, he had always been a mystery to her… he has been so since the first time she lay eyes on him and he was being so years later, even after the intense history they had.

Pursing her lips, the French-Canadian blinked slowly, watching out of the corner of her eye as Randy sat at the corner of the booth she was also sitting in… yeah… go figure. It was kind of weird, especially since he was just sitting there, probably watching her as she pretended not to notice.

True, if he knew her half as much as he used to, he probably knew that she knew that his eyes were fixed intently on her, peeling her skin layer by layer so he could see right through her.

The thought of that made the hairs on the nape of her head stand up and she casually flipped at her platinum blonde mane, trying to distract herself with something other than staring at her diet Pepsi.

It was ridiculous, a week ago she could say without any doubt whatsoever that she had forgotten all about Randy Orton and yet there she was, her hand itching to reach for him as she tried her hardest not to look his way. And that was without mentioning how antsy she was feeling; seriously, she didn't consider herself as someone who would shy away to any man, ever, but there was omething about the way he was looking at her that was making her feel too self-conscious... just like in those first days where she watched him from afar.

It was crazy, she felt crazy; but he truth was that after the encounter they had the previous week she couldn't stop thinking about him. She couldn't brush off her mind what he said to her and she couldn't ban the random thoughts of the nights they had spent together out of her head.

The phantom of him just crept back into her system and she couldn't shake it off. Could she ever shake him off?

"You are too quiet tonight, what's with you, puddle?"

Tilting her head to the side to look at her fellow Diva Natalya, Maryse rolled her eyes dramatically and blew out a breath. Her friend was right, she wasn't acting quite like herself and she decided to throw whatever comment she could think of as a way to deviate the attention from the way she was acting. "Ugh, nothing happens, it's just that this place is horrendous. I don't know why I came here."

"Maryse, you wound me." Ted said from her other side. "I thought you came here for the good company." He finished up by smiling his pearly white smile while pointing at himself.

"If by good company you mean you, then no wonder she thinks this place blows."

At the sound of that raspy voice that brought so many memories into her head, Maryse finally looked up and locked eyes with Randy, his grey orbs digging deep into her hazel ones with all the intensity in the world. It kind of reminded her of the times when a few indiscrete looks would pass between them while no one was watching… but now everyone was watching so she looked away and tilted her head towards Ted to hear him talk.

"Nah, she loves my company. Tell him Ryse, and while you are at it tell him how much you miss working with me."

Maryse grinned, her tongue peeking between her teeth so she could run it through her lips briefly. "Well… I do miss working with you, sexy." She said, sending Randy another quick glance before turning to Ted to wink at him.

The truth of it all, she was feeling kind of awkward. It was the first time ever that she interacted with Randy out of work and in public, and even though they were not alone or even openly talking to each other she couldn't help but to notice than in a few occasions he had addressed her directly and that he wouldn't stop looking at her.

It disconcerted her at some extent and she didn't know what to make of it.

But anyway, that she was there with him was all because of Ted. Even after their storyline ended she had remained good friends with the southerner and since that night she was recording NXT before their Smackdown tapings, he invited her to go out with them for a late night dinner. Never did it cross her mind that Randy was also going to be there too.

Sure, she knew the two men were friends, but because when they were all on Raw she would rarely see Randy going out with Ted or any other of the guys, that he showed up came as a surprise to her.

And God, if she would have known he was going to be there she would have dressed accordingly. Now she was stuck there, sitting between Natalya and Ted and wearing a simple pair of skinny jeans, a black but cute top and a pair of boots that didn't say anything about looking sexy… ugh, talk about inconvenience. But hey, at least her hair was looking great.

As the rest of the guys fell once again in easy conversation, Maryse ventured her eyes back to Randy. As she was expecting, he was looking at her and when he saw her eyes on him he tilted his head to the side and brought the bottle of beer he has been drinking to his lips.

Arching an eyebrow, the blonde allowed her lips to curve into a smile and kept the stare on him. For some reason, while they looked at each other she got a flashback of the first time she kissed that man and the memory made her skin flush.

That kiss had definitely been something out of this world and she will always remember it. It has been at the elevator of a Hilton hotel in Arizona, right after a PPV. By then they had been flirting for a while and that night he just surprised her there and got her hooked in an instant… that same night he took her to his room and the rest was history.

Now that she could look back at it, she realized that it hadn't been hard for him to get her to bed. Not that she minded, because the attraction she felt for him was so strong that she wondered how come that it didn't happen sooner. Hell, looking back at it she knew that she would have jumped into his bed as soon as she saw him if it hadn't been because of the reputation he had.

Anyway, after that first night together, it took Maryse a whole year to gather the strength to walk away.

But that was in the past, what she was living now was the present and as similar as it felt, she knew that things were not the same. Their situation wasn't the same and they were not the same persons anymore.

She didn't know what to make of that either.

With his eyes still on hers, Randy made a discrete gesture with his head and Maryse understood it in an instant, he wanted to get her alone.

For a second she thought about it… she had been in that predicament so many times before and she knew what that always lead to… but before she could give it a good extended thought, she was already excusing herself to head towards the bathroom.

She walked away, but instead of heading towards the lady's room she walked out of the local, stepping into the cold night air as she took in a deep breath.

Embracing herself against the chilly breeze, she walked to the parking lot and beyond, and it wasn't until she felt someone grabbing her elbow to make her turn around that she stopped.

"Are you planning on walking back to the hotel?" Randy said, his voice coming off as amused as he looked down to her. "If so, then it's good thing you are not wearing those impossible shoes you seem to like so much."

"Of course not." Maryse breathed out. She wanted to sound as confident as he did but for some reason she didn't have it in her. She was just disconcerted about everything and her even when she would deny it in a heartbeat, her first reaction had been of fleeing. Puffing out another breath, Maryse looked away and closed her eyes. "Randy," She began to say, but before she could go on, the familiar feeling of his lips on her cut her off.

It didn't take long for the blonde Diva to ease to him, as a matter of fact, as soon as she felt his lips brushing against hers she lifted a hand to the back of his neck and parted a way for him to kiss her deeper.

The man known as the Legend Killer didn't waste any time and soon after he filled the cave of Maryse's mouth with the strong taste of beer and the warm sensation of his tongue moving along with hers.

It was a familiar dance for her, but one she hadn't danced in such a long time so it almost felt as new, so new that it sent a shiver down her spine and she felt like melting into him. Not that it surprised her, Randy always had the ability of blowing her mind away with his kisses and years later she found out that he could still make her mind turn to goo as he stole the air out of her lungs.

The man just knew how to kiss and she couldn't help but to kiss him back, her fingers settling firmly on his neck so she could hold him closer, breathing from his breath as the world moved around them.

After him, she hadn't been able to feel like this with anyone, and by anyone she meant Mike. That was why they ended so soon after getting together.

Breathing into the kiss, the older man slid a hand to her waist and brought her even closer against him, his body pressing to hers and getting that sense of familiarity back as they re-discovered one another.

But then, when things were getting heated up they heard someone coughing and clearing her throat and they quickly pulled apart, breathless and a little flushed.

"Um, I'm sorry… I, just came to get my purse…" Natalya said as her eyes widened in her face, but even though she kept walking towards her rental car, opened the door, got her purse and walked away with the same expression in her face until she was back at the local.

Closing her eyes, Maryse shook her head, wondering how she managed to keep a relationship with that man for a whole year without anyone knowing and now that they were even together she has been caught kissing him in a public parking lot.

It was unbelievable.

"I have to go." She mumbled, but before she could turn around, Randy grabbed her by the waist one more time and pulled her to him.

She came to rest against him, her hands pressing to his chest as her eyes went to find his. He was smiling and she could see the way his tongue was slowly licking his front teeth as he stared down on her. "Stay with me here."

Chuckling, Maryse shook her head. "I don't know… this is-" She shrugged, but when he leaned forward and kissed her jaw she knew she was going to say yes, especially if she let him finish tracing the slow path he was making with his lips towards her neck.

"Then let me go with you." He mumbled, his hand sliding up her spine.

"Randy, stop… people can see us, in fact, Natalya already saw us, and…"

"I don't care." He said, pulling away from her as his eyes flickered in the night. "I really don't."

"But I do."

Dropping his eyes away from her, Randy hissed and turned around. She could tell that he was mad and she folded her arms over her chest defensively. "Are you seeing someone?"

Frowning, Maryse shook her head, but then she realized that his back was to her so she spoke out loud so he would know. "No."

Turning back to her, Randy pursed his lips and shrugged. "Then what is it?"

In all honesty, Maryse didn't know what it was. Maybe it was that she got used to hide when she was with him or maybe that she lost the habit of him… she really didn't know. "This is too soon… I mean, it's not the same anymore, we are not the same anymore and this is all too soon."

Snorting, Randy shook his head and licked his lips. "Too soon? Maryse, you were the one that came to me. I was happily living my life as I could and you came to me, how can you say it's too soon? We were together for a whole damn year." He rasped out, his tone coming off as slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, we were together, I know that, but that was like what, eighteen months ago?"

Randy swallowed down, keeping his eyes on her. "You haven't answered my question, why did came back into my life?"

Maryse shook her head, pushing the inside of her cheek with her tongue. "Because I love you, because I couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else and I wanted to hear it from you." She confessed, there was no point in denying it because she already told him back in his room.

Randy took a step towards her and grabbed the back of her head in his palm, angling her face to him so they were eye to eye. "Then what is it? If you love me like you say you do, why are you pushing me away again?"

"I'm not pushing you away, Randy… I just-" Taking a deep breath, she shook her head again as his eyes delved into hers. She didn't know what to say, she didn't want to push him away but she didn't want to jump head first into this… it was complicated.

"Then come with me, we'll just finish our dinner and then we'll talk about this, about us. You can't deny me that, would you?"

Hypnotized by his eyes, Maryse knew herself to be doomed so she blinked a couple of times and opened her mouth to respond. But then, the same way that she opened it she closed it and nodded.

That seemed to satisfy Randy because he smiled, his pleasure reaching his eyes as he took her hand in his to guide her back into the restaurant.

Maryse followed him, it felt strange at the same time that it felt right. It was just weird, but as his fingers laced up with hers, she knew that she would never want to let go of him, no, never again.

~Fin...?*~