Chapter 7
She had strawberry soap, body wash, shampoo and conditioner; lip gloss...the list was endless. She smelled like strawberries. It was her scent that Roger said she possessed naturally.
"I love to read and write, watch movies and play board games too. Monopoly, to be more specific, though I haven't played in ages."
"We have that for the PS3." Randy said thoughtfully. "It's kinda hard to tote around board games...But we could play before we go to the arena." He smiled at her, knowing they had to find common ground to make this work; they had to be at ease and natural with each other. Good thing acting went hand in hand with wrestling these days, sports entertainment and all that. He ate in silence for a few minutes, then frowned. "How old are you?"
"Twenty eight." Martina answered as she took a bite out of her eggs, knowing she probably didn't look like it, and sighed gently. This breakfast was delicious as she took a few more bites, trying to think of what to ask Randy, chewing her food thoughtfully. "How old are you?" She decided it couldn't hurt to find out his age, pleasantly surprised to learn he was only one year older than her, making her smile. "Well at least we don't have a wide age gape." She managed to crack a small joke, feeling at ease for the time being, and sipped her orange juice. "Monopoly, either on a board or a gaming system, is fine with me. I'll beat you either way." Martina winked and giggled when he raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, I'll beat you. I usually own Boardwalk and Park Place." Randy shot back teasingly. "I'd have you bankrupt so fast-"
"Hey, now that you're married, what's yours is hers."
"Jessica, this is John Cena. John, meet my wife Jessica."
"Pleasure to meet you." Martina replied smoothly, extending her hand, trying not to talk too much since she'd taken a bite out of her toast. "The blues don't make you win the game. It is how many properties and hotels you can manage to get."
She winked at Randy, wondering how many good looking men were in wrestling these days. Back then, most of them were either too big or scrawny. Nowadays, apparently, the men knew how to build their bodies as she sipped some of her milk, not a big fan of it.
"What are we talking about?" John pulled up a chair, straddling it so he was sitting in it backwards, hands resting on the back. "Monopoly? I LOVE that game. I love games period. So, Jessie, mind if I call you Jessie? How's it being married to Randy?"
"Man, lay off my wife; she's trying to enjoy her breakfast."
"It's like a dream come true." Martina answered softly, giggling when he made a gagging noise and took a bite out of her bacon, sighing in contentment. Maybe being Mrs. Orton wouldn't be as hard as she thought. "Monopoly is my favorite. That and Life." She winked when Randy just shook his head, squeezing his hand this time, the beautiful diamond rock on her finger sparkling under the dim lights.
"Life...I like Life. I also like Sorry, Scrabble, Twister, Mouse Trap, Jenga, Rook and Spades. Hell, I just like games." John laughed, unaware Randy was now gesturing him to piss off. "We should have a card night. You two, me and Mickie, how's that? You play cards, Jessie?"
"Cena, I will PAY you to leave us in peace."
Wow, this guy was more hyper than Maria had been, though he made Martina laugh with all of his questions. "Most of those I know and I wouldn't mind that." She had to play the part, not really wanting to be around other people, but that was inevitable, especially with whom Randy was. "Sounds like fun." She shared a secret glance with Randy, while John went off at the mouth again, cracking a small smile and finished her breakfast. She hated milk unless it went with something, like cereal or in food. "That was absolutely wonderful."
Randy noted that she wasn't a big milk drinker, storing that away for future reference and finally stood up, patting his stomach. "Time for a mid morning nap. Ready, honey?" He smiled at her, smacking John on the back of the head when he went 'yes, dear'.
"Damn homie, it was a joke."
"Yes definitely. It was nice meeting you John. Take care." She smiled when Randy paid for the meal and walked out with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, leaning her head against his side. That was actually fun, though she hated lying to people. 'This is what has to be done.' She kept reminding herself, glancing up at her 'husband', and wondered what else was going to happen now that she was with him, Cody and Ted. As soon as they were on the elevator, alone, Randy's arm dropped from her shoulders as Martina stood there, staring straight ahead, feeling sleepy from that big meal. "Thank you for breakfast, Randy."
"Not a problem. I'm just sorry you had to deal with John. He's hyper as hell; cool guy, just doesn't know the meaning of chilling out."
"John was down there?"
"Yeah, sadly. Why?"
"He's owes me fifty bucks!"
Randy smacked his forehead, shooting Martina a 'see what I deal with' look.
Martina giggled softly and patted Randy's shoulder in comfort, watching as Cody and Ted rushed out of the room, raising a slow eyebrow. She was alone with Randy now, this was interesting.
"We'll be back!" Ted called over his shoulder, both of them needing to find Cena to get their money. Cody wasn't the only one John owed.
Martina walked in, with Randy following, pulling the cloth head band from her hair and shook it a little; still adjusting to the new color and style it was cut in. Though she loved it. Tonight was going to be interesting to say the least as she went to get a glass of water, knowing Randy probably wanted to nap since he'd been hasty to leave the restaurant.
"Hey, where are you going?" Randy asked when she moved towards her bedroom, arching an eyebrow as he rifled around in the case they kept the PS3 games in. He held up Monopoly, flashing a grin. "Come on woman, you said you could beat me; time to back that claim up." He laughed, sliding the disc in and patted the space next to him, having settled himself on the floor.
Sparkling green eyes gazed back at him when he pulled the game out and Martina immediately went over to join him, sitting on the floor beside him, and smiled when he handed her a controller. "You don't believe me do you?" She raised an eyebrow when he shook his head, a cocky grin on his face, and decided she would show him why she was the self-proclaimed queen of Monopoly. "Oh wow, you can unlock boards the more you play." Martina pointed out, knees drawn up, while leaning back against the bed, picking the wheel barrel for her playing piece.
"Yeah, I know. We unlocked up to the cheese board and then Cody got into Fallout 3 while I took over Lair." Randy shrugged. "So Monopoly has been neglected, sadly." He was nice enough to let her be player one, arching an eyebrow. "Hey, that's my piece." He laughed playfully, scrolling through them on his turn, finally selecting one.
"Uh-uh, I'm always the wheel barrel. Gotta roll in the dough." She winked, causing Randy to laugh, and felt a shiver run down her spine. He had a great laugh and beautiful smile. He was a gorgeous man in general; she focused on going first, nodding when she landed on St. Charles Place and bought it. This was so much fun, she hadn't done anything like this in years, giggling when Randy chose the pot of gold for his piece, smirking. "Hmmm...Maybe we should try unlocking the other boards." She suggested with luminous jade eyes.
"Maybe." Randy agreed, arching an eyebrow. The game was always so much fun at the beginning, buying up properties, screaming at the computer player who seemed to be having the best luck; damn biased game. Then came the really good stuff, negotiating and trying to build a monopoly. "I really hate that guy." He commented, frowning at the monopoly man for the hundredth time said 'thrilling'.
"He's not too bad." Martina conceded as she bought up the third green one, grinning from ear to ear, moving her head back and forth, eyes narrowing when he bought Virginia Avenue, tapping her fingers against the controller. 'Fuck it.' She thought and began buying houses for the greens, putting one on each and took her turn. Landing on Community Chest, Martina ended up getting a double Pass Go, which paid for two of her houses. "So what other things should I know about my husband?"
"Hmmm…" Randy's tongue jutted past his lips as he studied the trade that had been offered to him by the much hated computer player, declining it with a snort. "I don't know...I'm from St. Louis, I have a house there, which I'm sure you're going to eventually see." He glanced at her. "Not that way of course, just on my days off...You know..."
"I understand, not a problem." She wondered briefly why they were playing the computer, when there was two players to begin with, deciding he probably liked playing this way and took her turn. "I'm originally from Phoenix, Arizona." She offered, causing his eyebrow to raise, looking up at him with a small smile. "My mom lives there, but I hardly see her. She, uh, she doesn't like seeing me." That was partially Martina's fault because of her stupidity in dating Roger, who her mother couldn't stand. Now Martina knew why. "I've never been to St. Louis, is it nice?"
Randy liked playing with the extra player simply because he found just two players to be boring, not to mention one sided. He had learned with Cody two player games ended quickly. The third player kind of evened it out.
"I like it, it's not for everyone I suppose. Why doesn't your mother like seeing you?" He asked curiously.
Martina cleared her throat awkwardly and raked a hand through her hair, wondering if she should tell him, deciding it would be best too. "Roger." She whispered, lowering her head with a heavy sigh. "When I first started dating him...I was blinded by the gifts and his own way of showing me he loved me. He said he did, but it was never fully. I was blind." She dropped the controller and buried her face in her hands, beginning to softly cry. "I fought her tooth and nail to be with him and she said if I stayed with him then she wanted nothing to do with me. I chose that bastard over my own mother...not realizing the monster he was until a year later..."
Wow, that was harsh. Randy hesitantly wrapped an arm around Martina's shoulder, pulling her into him. "Hey, hey it'll be alright." He soothed, wondering if her mother would feel differently now that Martina wasn't with Roger. "Do you want to call her?" He offered suddenly.
"No, Roger is probably hounding her for information regarding my whereabouts." She softly replied, sniffling and wrapped her arms around Randy's neck, burying her face in it. "I can't call anyone I know because, chances are, he's probably already been there and has people everywhere looking for me." She shivered and trembled a little, feeling Randy pull her on his lap, fingers running through her hair. "I'm sorry." She whispered out in a choked voice. "I'm sorry about everything..."
Randy REALLY wanted to meet this Roger, just so he could beat the shit out of HIM and let him know what it felt like to be helpless and at someone else's mercy. "Don't apologize, Martina." He said firmly. "You have NOTHING to apologize for, understand me? It's that son of a bitch who should be saying he's sorry, not you honey."
Martina slowly nodded and looked up at him, Randy wiping her tears away with the pad of his thumbs, sniffling. "I ruined the game." She mumbled, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her shirt hastily, sighing with a heavy heart and took the tissue Randy offered her, blowing her nose. "Thanks." She meant that in more ways than one, throwing the tissue away in the trashcan that was by them and leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Hey, does this mean I can-"
"We're back and I have my- MONOPOLY!" Cody shrieked, frowning when he realized he was interrupting something. "Shit, sorry, we'll go chill in Ted's room." He groaned when he got shoved through the door. "Damn it, Teddy, I didn't mean to, how was I supposed to know they were having a moment?"
"You are such a wart."
"Does this mean you can what?" She asked softly, acting as if Ted and Cody didn't just barge in here, looking back into Randy's blue eyes, before slowly taking the controller again. When he just said forget it, Martina sighed heavily and nodded, while Randy shut the game off, knowing they had to get ready to go to the arena soon. They played for nearly two hours in that time frame, only talking every once in awhile, until Randy asked the question that got the waterworks going. "That was fun, thanks Randy."
"We'll have to do it again sometime." Randy said, standing up and stretching, raising his arms over his head. "Hey, don't worry about anything tonight, okay? You're safe with us."
He wanted to say with him, but figured that'd be pushing it at the moment. He was feeling very overprotective now, knowing how Ted felt about her. She needed people who cared about her around, especially after all the bullshit, heartache, abuse and drama her ex put her through.
Martina nodded back at him with a smile, knowing she had to believe him, and felt him squeeze her hand before releasing it. "I'm gonna go lay down for a little while. Let me know when we have to get ready to leave for the arena."
When Randy said an hour, Martina nodded and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her, laying down. Her eyes closed as she curled up in a tight ball, exhausted from hardly getting any sleep. Hoping her dreams were filled of her phony husband and not Roger, Martina tried drifting off.
"Why was she crying? What'd you do to her?" Ted demanded, when Randy walked into the room, frowning at the expression on Randy's face. "Well?"
"I didn't do anything to her. I just asked a question and she started crying." He shot back defensively. "Damn, Ted, calm down."
"So what'd you ask her?"
"Mind your own damn business."
