Chapter 4

Victoria closed the door behind her, and exhaled a breath she didn't know she inhaled. Turning around, she walked over to the living room and the television was on, with a sleeping Randy sprawled out on the couch, or trying to keep his legs from hanging off the edge. She grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the tv off, oblivious to the fact that Randy was stirring awake. He caught sight of her, and grabbed her lithe body, picking her up in the process. He smirked hearing her breath hitched, and held her in vice grip against his body. She looked up and saw his eyes closed, and tried to get out of the grip, but of course, it was too strong for her.

"Babe. Wake up."

He groaned but opened his eyes. "What took you so long?" He snuggled her deeper into his chest.

She wasn't going to lie to him. "Just went to the beach to think about some stuff."

"Hmmm…like what?"

"Just stuff."

Randy opened his eyes looking down at her, completely oblivious that he was staring at her. Letting her go of the vice grip, she immediately looked at him. He stared deep into the chocolate orbs trying to read her. But he couldn't. There was something there, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Tearing the gaze into her eyes down to the floor, he tried to guess what was wrong but it didn't click in his head. He noticed her still staring at him, but it was different. Something was up, it was obvious. It was present in the atmosphere.

"What's wrong?" Randy decided he wasn't going to play around it, he wanted to know what was wrong.

She looked him square in the eye. "Nothing."

He stared into her eyes for a couple more seconds, but she seemed like she was telling the truth. "Okay. Tell me when you want to talk about it."

"Talk about what?"

"Whatever you're hiding from me. V, I'm not a dumbass."

"I never said you were. I'm not hiding anything from you. I swear." She sealed the statement with a long kiss.

Randy almost lost himself in the kiss, but still wanted to stay on topic. "I'm not gonna push it."

"Push what?"

"The reason why you won't tell me what's wrong. I want you to be happy. Just let me know."

"I told you nothing was wrong, Randy." She leaned in to kiss him again, but got the cheek.

Hurt was all over her face, but he needed to get down to the bottom of this." V. What is wrong?"

"How many times do I have to repeat myself? I said nothing. Let's just drop it."

"That's a little bit hard to do, when something is clearly bothering you." Her eyes darted all over the place, but they wouldn't stay in the one place he wanted it; his eyes.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Good night." She left him, and his eyes followed her body going up the stairs. She didn't even turn back to look once.

Randy knew he didn't do anything wrong. Wanting know what was wrong with your girlfriend was a crime? To him, no. If it was somebody forgot to tell him. She was usually upfront, and the way she tried to play around the question gave it away. She tried to play around it by having sex, but no, that wasn't going down tonight until he found out what was wrong. Deciding to give her sometime to herself, he tried to figure out what wrong. He had no clue. Nothing at all. She could of given him a hint. He wasn't good with this shit, trying to figure out stuff and all.

Remembering that this was their last night in his house, he hurried up the stairs, determined to fix this. Tomorrow they were flying to New Jersey for a house show and running on no sleep wasn't fun. Opening the door, there she was changing into her pajamas.

"You know knocking is nice?"

It was his turn to sigh. "Sorry."

He sat on the bed watching her get dressed, and he swore he got a hard on. But now wasn't the time for that, surprisingly. She entered bed and he closed his eyes trying to go to sleep. Maybe this would be all better in the morning. He did his usual, which was bringing her to his chest, but she refused.

"Randy, no." She brought the covers up to her chin.

He was getting tired of this. He propped himself on his elbows and turned the light on. She acted as if nothing happened, as if he didn't turn the light on.

"Victoria, babe. What's wrong? Why are you hiding things from me?"

"I'm not hiding anything. Now turn the light off."

"No."

"Fine then. I'll do it for you." She shrugged the covers off and walked over to Randy's side, but he grabbed her waist when she reached for the switch.

She just stayed in his arms, trying to calm herself. Victoria thought Randy didn't really need to know the thoughts she had at the beach. She was sure they would go away, but right now they seemed permanent. Victoria knew that if she told him, she would tell him everything.

"Just tell me." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck.

"I-I can't."

"If you can produce words into coherent sentences then you can. And you're doing that. So spill."

"I-I've just been having thoughts about Alana and Sam. You're still married remember? You're mine but you can't call me yours. I feel like I'm coming in between your family. Even though I've never met Alana, I really do care for her. I feel like I'm tearing apart her family. If I was in Samantha's place I would be heartbroken to know that another woman was sleeping with my husband. I don't doubt us, nor am I having second thoughts, I-I just feel really g-guilty." Victoria looked up into his eyes to see his reaction.

Randy bent down and captured her lips.

"You want me to divorce her?"

Victoria couldn't respond. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she didn't want them to fall. Alana; Victoria felt like she was ruining her life by breaking up her mommy and daddy's marriage. And the tears fell down. Her emotion was raw and it made Randy clench his jaw knowing he was the cause of it. She was out in the open and there was no turning back, it was too late now. The only thing he could do was hold her and whisper how much he loved her in her ear.

"If Alana knew who I was, she would hate."

"Sam and I weren't working out even before you came. You had nothing to do with our marriage, it was probably gonna end in a divorce anyway."

"Probably?"

"Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that. A divorce will be happening. Alana will still be in touch with me, but she'll be living with Sam. I'm not doing this for just for you, I'm also doing this for Alana. I don't think she wants to know her parents that they hate the guts out of each other. Growing up in a broken home is worse than living in one. She's too young to know what is going on. I want the best for her, you know that. I love her with every single cell in my body." He said.

"I know that more than anything else in the world." She responded, still in his arms.

"But I love you too."

"I love you also. It's just going to take some time getting rid of these thoughts. I want the best for Alana she's the whole reason these thoughts came up in mind. I care for her already."

Randy silenced her with a kiss, and turned off the lights. She got comfortable under the covers, her head placed on his chest. He closed his eyes a million thoughts racing through his mind. Knowing that he would have to divorce Sam wasn't that easy for him. For one reason; his baby girl. Was he going to go to court and get joint custody of Alana, maybe. But if she blew this out of proportion and wanted full custody, this was going to be terrible. And especially since Sam's a motormouth, she would probably sell this out to the paparazzi. It scared him senseless to know he might never see his little girl again.

That was heartbreaking, seriously. It felt like he had to choose. He opened his eyes and sighed.

"I'm not gonna make you choose." She knew his thoughts too.

With a silent okay, he kissed her hair before rally deciding he needed to get some sleep. But he needed to speak with Sam real soon.

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