This is chapter four. Hope you all enjoyed the third part. Enjoy this one too! As a side note, this part will be in Randy Orton's point of view.

Recap: Randy saw who hit him with the DDT and suddenly remembered that night with Hayley. He tries to make amends but before they go to the after party, Hayley knees him in the groin. They went back to her hotel room where she asked him if he wanted to spend the night.

Hell Hath No Fury

I must be getting lightheaded from the pain. Did she just ask if I wanted to stay the night? "What?"

"Do you want to stay? Yes or no?"

"Yes." What the hell was I saying? I thought she hated me. An hour ago, she DDT'ed me and now I was staying the night in her hotel room.

"You said you wanted to make amends, right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's make amends." She slid off the arm of the couch, moved my head and sat down on the couch. She put my head in her lap and I felt blood rush to my groin again. "Do you remember what happened between us?" I nodded. "Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" I shook my head. "Are you going to say anything?"

"I'm sorry Hayley. I want to make it up to you, but I don't know how."

"Apology accepted. Okay, easy part is over."

"Exactly. I don't what else to do for you to prove how sorry I am. That was a long time ago and I had no idea what I was doing. My girlfriend and I had gotten into a fight and I was looking for someone to get over her with. I know now that it was wrong of me to do that to you. I'm truly sorry, Hayley." Somehow I willed myself to sit up and looked Hayley in her beautiful eyes. I could see the hurt behind them and it killed me.

"Are you still with her?"

"No. No matter what we did, we argued."

"Who broke it off?"

"I did. I couldn't take it anymore. My career was even suffering." I looked down, hoping not to show too much vulnerability to Hayley. All she has seen is the tough guy Randy Orton, just like the rest of the world. No one has seen me when I'm vulnerable.

"Do you want to know what you're problem is, Randy?"

"What's that?"

"Your ego gets in your way. You need to let someone in once in a while."

"Why? All I do is get hurt and taken advantage of. What would you know about letting someone in?" Her facial expression changed and she practically leaped off the couch. She picked up the remote and threw it across the room, shattering it's plastic frame and sending batteries to the floor.

"I let you in, Randy! All those years ago! I let you in! All those things I said to you, I meant. I told you that I loved you and that I wanted to take a chance with you! I knew that you were a playboy but I didn't care! You know what I get in return? My heart gets fucking broken into millions of pieces! But no, you didn't care. You're Randall Keith Orton, heart breaker extraordinaire." She got in my face and stood me up, shoving me into the wall across the room. "You think you're the only one who has been hurt? Why don't you get your head out of your ass and open your eyes?" I don't know what it was but somehow Hayley was turning on. No one stands up to me and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to see how far she was willing to go.

"I need to open my eyes? How about you open your eyes, Hayley. I didn't love you all those years ago. You were just a way to get over my actual girlfriend. I used you and it wasn't even that good." I felt a sting on my left cheek and I couldn't hold back a smirk.

"You think that you're some sex god? Well, guess what. I faked it." She looked down at my groin and her eyes widened. "You're getting a kick out of this?"

"Apparently."

"You think that I'm just going fall for those dazzling blue eyes...that tan body..." She stepped closer to me, going after the buttons on my dark grey shirt. "That Missouri drawl that you try to hide...you think I'm going to fall for that again?" She unbuttoned my shirt all the way and pulled it off my shoulders, leaving me in my boxer briefs.

"It certainly looks like it." I tentatively grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. My hands went to her waist, where they sat until I saw her close her eyes.

Unconsciously, I was rubbing circles on her hips. I slid my hands up her sides, slowly sliding her shirt up over her head. I threw her shirt behind her and my jaw dropped slightly. How could I not remember what she looked like? She was…perfect.

"See something you like, Randy?"

"Yes..." My voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"Randy?" I looked into her eyes. "You want to go down memory lane again?"

"No." She gave me a weird look. "I want to make a much better memory this time."

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter. Next chapter will be up soon.