Paul walked through the hallway, a man on a mission. Everyone cleared the way as he stormed through the hall headed for Vincent Kennedy McMahon's office. As he finally reached the office, he burst opened the door and marched up to Vince's desk.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the tall blonde man shouted. He was leaning across the desk, hands rested on top of the desk, right in Vince's face, staring the WWE owner down.

"Excuse me?" Vince said in a low dangerous tone. Mr. McMahon slowly stood to his feet, never breaking eye contact with his son-in-law, "What the hell are you talking about? And just who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

"I saw tonight's script and why is Randy Orton scripted to DDT my wife off the rope and kiss her?"

"Because it's wrestling and this storyline is the hottest one next to the Taker vs. HBK feud. The fans will love this. Not to mention that both, Stephanie and Randy have agreed to do this."

"Well I don't like it."

"Well it's a good thing that your opinion has nothing to do with this. I don't need your approval to go ahead with this. This will not be a remake of what happened when Steph and Chris were supposed to become a couple instead of business partners, but because of your bitching and whining, and your own insecurities, we passed up a great storyline. It's going to happen tonight and you have no say in it. You just focus on your part and leave it at that. Now get the hell out of my office."

The two men continued to stare one another down, neither one budging, until Paul slowly backed up. He turned and made his way out of the office door with a scowl on his face.

"Before you go, Paul… one more thing," Vince removed his glasses from his face and planted his son-in-law with a sneer, "If you ever enter my office and confront me like that again, I'll make sure that you spend the rest of your career defending the Intercontinental title, son-in-law or not. So watch yourself, Pal."

Paul merely snorted and rolled his eyes as he exited the office, "asshole," he whispered under his breath after he had closed the office door behind him. He was not at all happy about the way this storyline was going. The way it was headed, he was beginning to think Vince was going to pair Stephanie and Randy off in the storyline, and he was definitely not going to sit around and watch that happen. It wasn't that he didn't trust the two people. After all it was his wife and a man that he considered a good friend, but he still did not want to watch his wife go out to the ring every week and make out with another man.

He knew what he had to do. He would get them together and try to get them to side with him and change the direction of this angle. It was not that hard. They both were probably secretly against it as well, being that they are both married. No biggie. He just had to find them.

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"Randall I know you had something to do with that kiss that is taking place tonight."

"Come on now, Stephy. You should know me better than that."

"I do and that is exactly why I know you had something to do with it."

"Okay, okay. So I may have pitched a few ideas that lead to a kiss taking place tonight," Randy admitted as he stood in front of the heiress' desk. He stared at her from across her desk. She was sitting in her office chair with her legs crossed. What gorgeous legs she had. He licked his lips. God he wanted this woman so bad. Ever since the day that Paul had introduced them. His flirting had not been innocent in the least back then, but he backed off, because she was a married woman, but over time the more he was around her, the less he cared about her husband or the ring on her left hand, and more about getting her in his bed. She's gorgeous and he could no longer hold back, which is why he had finally revealed his want for her the week prior. He knew she wanted him to, which is also what made his want and need for her that much stronger, "but I sure didn't see you opposing the idea when your father cleared it through you. You Okayed it without hesitation as I remember."

Stephanie smirked at the gorgeous man standing in front of her desk. Those light green eyes staring back at her, aligning his sexy smirk and dark expression. He was quite a catch in his form fitting t-shirt and tight faded blue jeans. His Rolex watch was gleaming in the florescent office light. His wedding band was outlined in the light as well, and Stephanie couldn't help but stare at it in guilt. This was another woman's man, and she knew she herself would hate for another woman to sleep with her man, so how could she herself do it, she couldn't… could she?

"It's good for business. The fans will love it. So naturally I wouldn't object to it, but Paul will most definitely have a problem with it."

"Steph don't be so modest. You know you didn't object because you loved the way my lips felt against yours last week, and now you want them back." He made his way around the desk just as he had done a week prior. He got to his knees and stared up at the beautiful woman sitting before him. She was facing him in her chair, with her legs still crossed.

"Randall are we going to go through this again?" Stephanie asked not budging. She held her hands folded in her lap as she stared back at the self-proclaimed Legend killer. Damn if he was not the sexiest man she had ever seen.

"We don't have to. All you have to do is give in to your desire for me and we can skip these cat and mouse games," Randy winked at the brunette as he sat up on his knees and rested his forearms on the arm of her chair, "I saw you earlier when I was out in the ring watching the crew set up. You were standing at the gorilla appraising me with those gorgeous blue-gray eyes of yours. I noticed the arousal and yearning in your eyes."

"Randall, I already told you last week… we're both married and I refuse to cheat on my husband." Even if I do want to ride you like a mechanical bull.

"What they don't know won't hurt them."

"Honestly, I don't think this is right. It's wrong on more than one level."

"But you want it. You want it bad," Randy moved his hands to her thighs and begin to lightly massage them, "You can have it… you can have me, whenever you want and wherever you want. Just let it happen. I promise no one will get hurt. It will just be you and me frantically screwing each other's brains out. No spouses or anyone else to interrupt or blow our cover." Just you on your knees blowing me.

The young heiress mulled the offer over in her mind. She had been mulling this over for a week now. It wasn't that she didn't want to agree to it, but her common sense and loyalty would not allow her to. The things Randy's hands were doing to her were ridding her mind of any common sense. He had uncrossed and parted her legs and was currently massaging her inner thighs and slowly making his way towards her thong covered mound.

She grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. Her eyes met his and the two stayed in that position staring at one another, silently daring each other. Him daring her to continue stopping his movements and her daring him to try and continue his movements.

"One condition."

"What is it?"

"Do not fall in love with me."

Randy snorted under his breath.

"I'm serious, Randall. No feelings or emotions can get involved, because that's when I will end it all. I love my husband and I don't want to see him hurt."

"I wonder how much you'll be loving him with a long hard stick of meat in your mouth."

Stephanie glared at the burly man and rolled her eyes. She must be insane to be agreeing to this. As she looked back at the man and stared into his now dark green eyes, she admitted to herself that she was insane, but he was too damn sexy to pass up, "just agree to my conditions Randall."

"Steph, as gorgeous and amazing as you are, I doubt that I will fall in love with you. I do love my wife after all, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want you. So yes, I agree to your unnecessary conditions."

"That's all I ask." That and for you to fuck me real hard on this desk.

"Can I have you right now, because I'm in pain."

"Pain?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," He looked down at the front of his pants.

She followed his eyes and smirked when she saw the huge bulge in his tight jeans. The strain of the jeans pressing down on his hard-on was probably killing him. She giggled to herself.

"This is not funny, woman." His voice carried a playful tone.

"Take them off." God I can't believe this is about to happen. She watched mesmerized as he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. Her eyes averted when he stopped and lifted his arms up in the air to take off his shirt. A Greek God. What a perfect body.

She moved to the edge of the chair and reached out and lightly ran her hands across his abdomen. Hard muscles relaxed beneath her fingertips, "Take these off." She motioned to his jeans. The offending clothing was off in a flash, as the dark haired man stood and finished removing his pants and shoes, before getting back to his knees. Her attention was focused on the bulge in the front of his boxer briefs. Her right hand involuntarily made its way down his body to the bulge and he gasped when her palm covered it. She heard him groan once she lightly gripped it in her hands, reveling in its hardness.

"Do you like?"

"Mmhmm." Was her only response before she met his lips with her on in a heated and frantic kiss. She kicked off her heels as her arms circled his neck, his arms made their way around her waist. Remaining on his knees, in one swift movement, Randy lifted her from the chair, her legs quickly wrapped around his waist in response. He laid her on the floor lightly beneath him. He covered her body with his own and continued their make out session. Three years of passion was now bubbling forth in a searing kiss. Randy broke the kiss and sat back on the heels of his feet, much to Stephanie's disapproval.

"Sit up." She did as she was told.

Coarse, yet gently hands made slow work of unbuttoning and removing the brunette's white buttoned down business shirt. She watched him admire her in only her red lace bra and red miniskirt. His hands came back to her, this time reaching around her and undoing her bra. He attacked her neck in the process of removing her bra. Kissing and licking up and down her collarbone. His mouth moved down to her breast, taking the left one in his mouth and sucking on it lightly. Then the right one, and lightly nibbling on it with his teeth and tongue. Her mind was spinning. She couldn't take it anymore.

"God, Randall I need you… now."

They made quick work of his boxer briefs and her skirt and red thong. They were now both naked with Randy hovering over her body. After securing the condom around himself, he gazed into her eyes silently asked for confirmation. What he got was the most intense and passionate gaze he had ever saw. With that he reached between their bodies and gripped his manhood at the base, in a flash he was in her.

"Oh God, Randall." Her head was thrown back and her eyes were sealed shut in ecstasy. This feeling was unbelievable.

Randy braced his self on his hands on either side of the brunette's shoulders. He stared down at her smooth and sleder neck as her head was thrown back. A beautiful sight. He began a slow, steady rhythm. Moving in and out of her slowly. He knew this slow pace would eventually drive both of them crazy, but he wanted to work up a rhythm and help build on her orgasm when it hit.

"Randall… I can't take this. Faster. Faster. Faster." The tall man obliged. He began to increase his thrusts. He immediately felt her body respond to the quickening assault. Her insides were gripping him with every inward thrust. This was beginning to make his head spin and his body throb.

"Oh Stephy. You feel so good… around me. Nice… and tight."

Their rhythm had seemingly increased. He was now pounding into the heiress at lightning speed. For her part, she was meeting his thrust with quick thrusts of her own. They were both close to the end.

Her body was thrashing and her inner walls were convulsing around the impaling tool within her. She could feel him throbbing inside her walls and she knew he was close as well.

"You feel so… good… inside me." This caused Randy to move faster and harder within her. Her moans were encouraging to him. He was grunting lightly, occasionally groaning her name.

After a few more thrusts, her body stiffened and her orgasm claimed her as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was an amazingly erotic sight.

The inner walls tightened and gripping him like a vice glove became too much as his own body shuddered and he climaxed. His head thrown back, mouth slightly open, his eyes screwed shut in mind-blowing ecstasy.

The pair lay exhausted and somewhat satiated. Randy's head resting against her chest and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, eyes closed. Three years of want and need had just begun to be released from both parties. This was only the beginning.

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Forgive me for this chapter. I didn't want them to hookup so soon, but I guess it was begging to happen. Not to mention that it has been three years in the making. Lol. However, considering where I plan to take this story, they sort of had to hookup pretty quickly. I don't want this one to be a long fic, but you never know. I might have a sequel to this story, depending on how it ends. I might even start a new Steph/Randy fic, but being that I am a Steph/hhh writer, I am debating the idea. Anyway, I will have a new chapter up by Monday of When Love Hurts and one up of Heartache and Happiness. So be on the lookout. Don't forget to review. ;)