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The next day I was on my way to meet with the Creative department. Ted's appointment was right after mine, and then Randy's. After the individual meetings, the three of us would sit down and hash out a story line. It was not going to go well. I was nervous and thought about telling corporate to screw themselves and quit the company altogether. Ted talked me out of that idea real quick
"Babe. You cannot quit. You are really good at your job and the ratings have never been better. This new story line is going to be great for both of us," he drawled softly in my ear and kissed me softly on the neck. I'm a sucker. I am a really big sucker for him.
"But, Randy…" I trailed off as I pulled him closer and rested my head against his chest. This was my favorite position with him. He made me feel secure.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
At the time, I believed him.
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I had just finished my meeting with Creative and was sitting in the waiting room when he walked into the room. He was still tall and lean, muscles struggling to break free from the sleeves of his t-shirt. His steel cold blue eyes looked around the room for a moment before they landed on me. With a few quick strides he was across the room, grabbing me by my arm and lifting me out of my chair.
"Randy-"
"You. You owe me an explanation," he hissed in my ear and he kept his grip on my upper right arm and led me out of the waiting room and into the hallway. He was livid; I could see that on his face and by how much firmer his grip was starting to get on my arm.
"Randy, please stop…." I tried slowing the pace down, but he just kept pulling on my arm, leading me outside and into the parking lot where he finally stopped.
"I tried calling you, texting you, looking for you, calling your sisters. Surprise, surprise. You didn't answer your phone. You didn't return any of my messages. And your sisters had never heard of you? What the fuck have you been up to?"
"Randy-"
"Shut the hell up. I'm talking." His eyes were so cold. His jaw was set in a hard determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I had to listen to what he had to say and then I had to explain my actions. Katie was right; when you make bad decisions, you have to deal with bad consequences.
He loosened his grip on my arm a bit, but still held on tight to stop me from running away from him. "How long has this….thing with DiBiase been going on?"
"Ten months," I whispered.
"You fuck him?"
I hung my head. "Fucking answer me!" He practically shouted in my ear. He grabbed my other arm and held me in place. My heart was racing a mile a minute. "Well. Did you? Were you a whore, cheating on me?"
I felt the sting of tears welling up in my eyes.
I put my head down. My heart was racing faster than ever, the tears that were stinging just moments ago, were starting to roll down my cheeks. He let go of one arm and lifted my chin up. "Answer me," he said slowly, voice suddenly quieting down. His hushed voice terrified me more than the shouting he was doing just a second ago. It was eery.
I nodded. I couldn't find my voice. I was afraid that if I spoke, nothing would come out but a whisper and that would further fuel his anger.
His hand left my chin, the arm settled on my hip. He leaned in close to me. Chuckling he brought his mouth down to my ear. "Slut…." he hissed before he gave me a little shove and walked away; stopping once to look back in my direction and he gave me that signature smirk. That smirk can do things: bring me to my knees with desire, or it can terrify me. And right now, desire was the furthest thing from my mind.
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Half an hour later I was back in the Creative department's head writer, Grace. "So basically, your "relationship" will intertwine with a stable and a dispute with the Authority. It's gonna be Legacy vs McMahon 2.0. What do you think? Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. She was trying really hard to sell us on this scenario. It actually didn't matter if the three of us wanted to do this. It was either do it or be suspended for Ted's stunt. Vince wouldn't suspend Randy, however. He was the "victim" after all.
"I'm really not comfortable with this. Grace. There must be another way-" I started to say before Randy interrupted me.
"There isn't another way, Jessalynn. If you hadn't jumped into bed with DiBiase-"
"Shut the hell up, Orton," Ted growled next to me. "This is business-"
"This isn't business! This is my life! You two made this decision when you decided to start sleeping with each other," Randy had stood up and was pointing his finger at me and Ted. I knew for a fact that if we hadn't been in Grace's office, he would have lunged at Ted and started piss pounding him. "You. You are a damn whore, Jessalynn. I am going to make your life hell. Both of you are going to regret what you did to me," he spit before he pushed his chair away from him and stomped out of the office, slamming the door with a deafening roar behind him
"Um….so does that mean that this line is gonna fly, or…." Grace said quietly. "We all know that it doesn't really matter if you two are comfortable with this or not. Ted, you decided to bring your dirty laundry into the ring. Now we have to do damage control."
