Chapter 4 – By The Way, You Have A Goddess In Your House
"Girl, do you ever stop eating?" Randy asked half laughing at his best friend.
Kate stopped immediately in her tracks and turned to face the Legend Killer with half a piece of pizza still filling her mouth. Quickly swallowing her mouthfull and smiling innocently at her house mate, she replied as she finally finished putting away the vacuum cleaner that she had just used to clean the living room.
"Have you ever seen me eating in the shower Mr Legend Killer?" Kate inquired with a cocked eyebrow as she placed both her hands on her slender hips only emphasised by the tight pink tank top she was currently sporting, teamed with a pair of grey Victoria's Secret sweatpants.
Randy laughed in response as he leant further back into the couch with his arms stretched out behind his head.
"Have I seen ever you in the shower?" Randy asked himself out loud teasingly "Hmmm..."
"Have you ever seen me EATING in the shower, smart ass?" Kate said repeating her question.
"So, that's the only time you don't eat?" Randy continued to speak amoungst his laughter "When you're in the shower?"
"And when I'm fucking some guys brains out," Kate replied with a cheeky smile on her face.
Randy rolled his eyes in response.
"What was that face for Randy dearest?" Kate inquired as she eyed the Legend Killer "Do you honestly think that you're the only one around this house getting some action? I mean, honestly, look at me..."
Kate said twirlling around on the spot with an arrogant smile plastered across her face.
"Am I not every American male's fantasy?!" She questioned, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"You keep telling yourself that sweetheart," Randy replied nonchalantly as he picked up the latest issue of WWE magazine, that he was getting around to reading, that was sitting on the coffee table under his feet infront of him.
"You're just jealous young Randall," Kate continued as she lifted the vacuum and carted the heavy item to the walk in closet just next to the living room "Because you're in the middle of a female drought when it comes to S.E.X."
"I am getting plenty S.E.X thank you very much Katherine," Randy replied, not taking his eyes of the magazine now in his hands that he was flipping through.
"Randy," Kate said, raising her eyebrows at Randy in disbelief at what he was saying "We both know that Miss Prissy was a devoute little uptight virgin... she wasn't exactly the kind of girl putting out for her big bad wrestler."
Randy finally turned to lock eyes with Kate and he couldn't help but let a small laugh escape his lips.
"Some of us are not nymphos like you Miss Wilson," Randy said in his own defense "We don't need to have S.E.X every second of the day!"
"AH HA!" Kate exclaimed in victory, throwing both her hands up in the air "So you admit it that you haven't had sex since that stripper girl you dated before Miss Prissy! I KNEW IT!"
"I have so!" Randy exclaimed, trying to defend himself despite the fact that Kate had pretty much hit the nail on the head with that last statement "And Pixie was an exotic dancer thank you very much, not a stripper!
"Her name was Pixie!" Kate exclaimed, not being able to contain her laughter "Need we more proof that that girl was a stripper!"
"Well when was the last time you had sex Katherine?" Randy said, turning the conversation around, as he cocked an eyebrow at his housemate.
"That is a personal question darling," Kate replied with a small smile on her lips as she proceeded to strut out of the living room, towards the kitchen "Now I'm going out for awhile to get milk and vodka because we've run out of both."
"What's it been then Kate?" Randy replied, jumping up on the couch so he was now leaning over the back of it so he could still see Kate in the kitchen "3, 4 months since you last had sex? 6 maybe?"
"I'll be back in about 20 minutes!" Kate called out from the kitchen as she scooped up her keys on the counter before proceeding out the door "Don't miss me too much Rand."
"I'll be too busy having too much sex," Randy called out in response with a smirk before he heard the front door slam behind Kate Wilson.
The Legend Killer sighed as he turned back around in the couch and stared at the magazine he had just been reading and threw it back onto the pile of Vogue magazines littering the coffee table. Randy sighed as a look of confusion hit his face as he suddenly realised that his cell phone should have been sitting there on the coffee table waiting for a call. Randy stood up as he picked up the entire pile of Vogue magazines before putting them all back down when his cell phone was not found there. He then proceeded to get on his hands and knees and check under the couch he was seated on before then checking under the coffee table.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
"Shit!" Randy exclaimed as the sudden eruption of song cause him to lift his head in response a little too quickly and eagerly causing his head to connect sharply and hard with the hard wooden coffee table.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha
Randy's head soon turned in the direction of where the sound was emitting and no doubt, he found what he had been looking for. His iPhone was sitting there next to the recliner adjacent to the couch. Randy couldn't help but laugh a little as he rubbed the back of his head as he noticed that his iPhone was indeed hiding underneath a bright pink bra, which no doubt belonged to his supermodel housemate.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Randy quickly extended his hand, grabbed his phone whilst still lying flat on his stomach on the carpeted floor to answer the call, but most importantly to stop that horrendous Pussycat Dolls tune poisoning his ear drums any longer than possible. He'd have to thank Kate later for taking it upon herself to change his ringtone.
"Yo," Randy answered, not having the time to check the caller ID if he wanted to catch the caller before they hung up.
"Dude, I am completely lost!" John Cena exclaimed on the other end of the phone "And what the hell took you so long to answer your damn cell brother?!"
"It was hiding from me unfortunately Cena," Randy replied, getting to his knees slowly before sliding back into a seated position on the recliner that was now behind him "And how the hell can you be lost again?"
"Toluca Lake is the most damn confusing place on Earth to navigate yourself around man!" John replied.
"This is your bazillionith time in Toluca Lake Cena!" Randy exclaimed with a small laugh.
"I get lost everytime!" John replied "Plus this is the first time I am visiting your actual house...oh hey... wait up now..."
"What?" Randy replied, not sure what Cena was talking about now.
"Hey man, your house has that really nice massive garden out the front yeah?" Cena suddenly asked.
"Yeah," Randy replied, not exactly sure where Cena was going with this.
"Oh," John simply replied "Guess I'm not lost after all."
"You're parked outside aren't you retard?" Randy laughed in his phone as he got to his feet and started to head towards the kitchen.
"Dope," John replied "I'm driving up your driveway as you speak. We shall be manly embracing in about 10 seconds."
"God you're gay Cena," Randy replied as he walked into the kitchen, hanging up his phone as he glanced out the kitchen window to see Cena's red Lexus convertible pull up right outside his front door.
Randy watched Cena adjust his baseball cap on his large, round head as he exited his car and headed up the front staircase to the front door. Randy took the door out of the kitchen and arrived at the front door to open it just as Cena arrived on the top step.
"Sup man!" Cena exclaimed as he greeted Randy with a short, manly hug.
"You have he sense of direction of a woman," Randy replied "A very very old woman."
"Whatever dude!" Cena replied as he stepped further into the house, letting Randy close the door behind him "Nice pad man."
"I do have a little help with it," Randy replied cockily "But it's mainly all me."
"My ass," Cena replied with a smile "Now are you going to give me the grand tour?"
"Right," Randy said clapping his hands together before pointing in the direction of the living room next to them "Living room's there."
Randy then started to lead the way towards the back of the house. He pointed to two closed doors on the left.
"That there is the gym and the laundry," Randy said before pointing to the staircase right infront of them "Upstairs is the 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms."
Randy and Cena then made their way a couple of feet so the back of the house could be clearly seen down the hallway.
"Out the back there is the sunroom and out in the backyard is the pool," Randy said, pointing in the direction of both of them.
"Nice," Cena replied, nodding as he took in all there was to see in this beautiful Toluca Lake house that belonged to his best mate.
The pair then headed back up to the front of the house.
"Oh and this is the kitchen," Randy said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen straight ahead of them, before the two WWE superstars entered the room.
"Your kitchen is massive!" Cena exclaimed upon entering the large white room "I bet you haven't cooked a thing in your life either."
"Have too!" Randy exclaimed in his defense "Want a beer?"
"Making ice doesn't count I'm afraid brother," John replied, pulling up a barstool.
"I'M HOME!" a female voice suddenly exclaimed, following by the slamming shut of the front door.
John's ears pricked and he soon turned to Randy.
"Don't give me that look Cena," Randy commented shaking his head.
"What look?!" Cena exclaimed in his defense "Would that be the housemate then?"
"Yes that would be Kate, Cena," Randy replied nonchalantly as he retrieved two Bud Light's from the large silver fridge in the kitchen.
"I'm looking forward to meeting her," John said, wiggling his eyebrows at the Legend Killer.
"Gross Cena," Randy replied, leaning over the kitchen counter as he took another swig of his beer.
"Good afternoon dearest house mate of mine!" Kate chirped as she entered the kitchen and placed a kiss on Randy's cheek "Oh, and hello dearest house mate's friend."
Kate quickly added as she noticed John Cena standing opposite to Randy in the kitchen on the otherside of the kitchen bench. John's jaw had dropped to the ground and his eyes were practically popping out of his head when he noticed Kate. She was a goddess to say the least. Her bright green eyes sparkled and lit up her face when she smiled. Her long, straight, chestnut brown locks were tied neatly in a ponytail at the back of her head, matching her brown tanned skin perfectly. John's attention, however, firstly fell on her attire. Kate was wearing a sky blue sports bra, displaying her impressive physique and abs. Teamed with the blue sports bra she wore a pair of black short shorts that were tightly hugging her hips, showing almost every inch of her very impressive set of legs. The fresh faced rapper was having trouble reminding himself to breath, let alone swallow.
"Oh, yeah, John," Randy suddenly spoke bringing John's attention back to Earth "This is my house mate Kate Wilson. Kate this is one of my co-workers John Cena."
"It's a pleasure to meet you John," Kate said extending her hand to the young man, flashing her pearly whites in the process.
"The pleasure's all mine," John replied with an equally large smile on his face as he looked the green-eyed, brunette straight in the eye.
"So, where do you think you're going dressed like that?" Randy said in a mocking tone as he turned to face Kate "And how did you get changed so fast?"
"I am just amazing I suppose and I am going no where nosey," Kate replied innocently as she manoeuvred her way around the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of water from the fridge "I am just about to use our gym facilities if you don't mind Randall, so I will be off."
And with that Kate smiled before heading out of the kitchen. She was gone for about 2 seconds before she popped her head back into the kitchen with a smile on her face.
"By the way, nice to meet you John," she spoke before disappearing again, no doubt in the direction of the gym room in the house.
"You are not serious, are you Orton?" John quickly asked Randy as soon as he knew that Kate was out of earshot.
"What the hell are you talking about Cena?" Randy asked in confusion as he headed into the living room with Cena hot on his heels.
"Kate," Cena stated simply.
"What about Kate?" Randy asked again, not grasping where Cena was going with this conversation.
"Please tell me that she is not your house mate," Cena said.
Randy turned around to look at Cena as if his friend were retarded or something.
"Didn't I just introduce her as my house mate?" Randy asked in confusion as he eyed Cena "Are you on drugs are something man?"
"I think you're the one on drugs!" Cena exclaimed at Randy as his gave him a slap behind the ears.
"What the fuck was that for Cena?" Randy asked his friend as he rubbed his head where Cena had struck him "Ow!"
"You mean to tell me that is the same Kate that you've been best friends with since you two were in Primary School?" Cena asked again.
"Yes, that's the same Kate," Randy stated matter-of-factly.
"The same Kate that you've been rooming with ever since you both left high school?" Cena further interrogated.
"Yes, Cena!" Randy exclaimed in reply "What's your point?"
"Why the fuck haven't you made a move?" Cena questioned his best friend.
"What do you mean?" Randy questioned.
"Are you completely blind or have you just not noticed how fucking hot that girl is?" Cena cocked at eyebrow at Randy "She makes the girls we work with look like bulldogs in comparison!"
"Cena she's a professional fashion model," Randy stated simply "Of course she's gorgeous and I'm a guy, so obviously, yes I have noticed how attractive she is."
"Attractive?" Cena cocked at eyebrow at Randy "Damn Orton, that girl is a fucking goddess! I mean check out that physique she's got going for her! And don't get me started on that pair of legs that the great God has blessed her with. I mean damn Orton! Why the hell aren't you tapping that?!"
"Because she's my best friend Cena!" Randy exclaimed back at Cena, raising his tone as he honestly didn't care for Cena talking about Kate as if she was just another piece of ass.
Sure she was attractive. Damn straight she was HOT! But there was so much more to her than that and Randy knew it, so he'd be damned if it just sat and listened to Cena talk about her like she was some ring rat.
"So," Cena asked shrugging his shoulders "If my best friend was female and looked like that I'd be fucking her!"
"Well, this is different!" Randy exclaimed back getting very touchy about where Cena was steering the conversation.
"Sorry to bother you again guys, but Randy," Kate said poking her head through the doorway suddenly "Have you seen my red bra anywhere?"
"The frilly one with the diamante thingys on it?" Randy questioned, his tone settling as he addressed his best friend.
"Yeah that one!" Kate commented with a smile.
"It's in the drier, I put it through the wash this morning so it should be hanging up in the laundry I think," Randy answered.
"Thanks!" Kate commented before dashing off.
Randy simply turned back to his beer and took another swig before lifting his head to meet Cena's stare.
"Hello?!" Cena exclaimed.
"What?!" Randy exclaimed, wanting more than anything for Cena to drop the subject right now.
"By the way, you have a goddess living in your house!" Cena exclaimed, almost throwing his can of beer at the wall "And you're washing and drying, and HANDLING HER BRAS?!"
"Cena, can we please drop this right now before I throw you out the window?" Randy replied calmly, pointing to the kitchen window behind him.
"Whatever dude," Cena replied, throwing his hands up in defeat "But I'm telling you, you are just about the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet... and if you're not going to tap that, then I might just have to..."
"Don't even think about it Cena," Randy warned, raising a finger at his best mate "Leave the girl alone and I won't have to bash the shit out of you."
"You know that I'd wup your ass if we ever got into a tussle my man," Cena said "But whatever, I respect that you want to protect the girl and what not, but you ain't her father Orton."
"She's my best friend," Randy said calmly in his defense "I guess I'm just looking out for her, and I know the way you are with your girls!"
"The same as you are my friend," Cena replied immediately "I mean we all remember Pixie."
"She was an exotic dancer for the last time!" Randy replied, not helping but being able to smile at the look on Cena's face.
"She was a stripper dude!" Cena said laughing "But whatever, I guess you have first dibs on her if you finally decide to grow a pair and make a move on that supermodel goddess!"
"Like I said Cena," Randy said trying to end the conversation as soon as possible, his thumbs twiddling infront of him awkwardly "She's my best friend. I care about her, but just as a friend. I'm just looking out for her."
"Sure you are," Cena said with a nod "And Pixie was just an exotic dancer right?"
"Shut up!" Randy exclaimed with a laugh as he threw his near empty beer can.
"Oi!" Cena exclaimed as he dodged the beer can just in time so it narrowly missed his right ear.
"Now are we just going to sit here like little girls and talk," Randy said, smacking his hands on the kitchen counter infront of him before he started heading in the direction of the living room "Or am I going to absolutely kick your ass at Mario Kart."
"And you call me gay," Cena rolled his eyes as he picked up his beer can and stood up from his seat to follow Randy "Mario Kart! Pft!"
A/N: Hey readers! Hope you liked this new chapter! Sorry it's taken so long to update this story! I've really been focussing my energy into One Secret which is pretty much almost finished – so exciting! But justkimmy wrote me a review recently for his story and it made me want to post another chapter for you guys! Hope that you all liked it! It was a bit rushed but I think it turned out alright! Hope you all review it, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! And watch out for the newest chapter of One Secret - 3rd last! YAY! Love you all, god bless, Mrs Bridget Orton xoxo