Chapter 9
"Oh shit, it's him, I'll bet you anything." Paul laughed, seeing a Florida number pop up on his cell phone that he didn't know. "Hello?" He put the phone on speaker.
"You are so dead you son of a bitch!"
"Why?"
"You know why!"
"Where you at, kid? You sound...cramped."
David had to walk out for a minute.
"You fucking knocked me out and stuffed me into a goddamn suitcase! Are you out of your MIND?" Randy was pissed and had every reason to be.
"Now technically, David did all of that; I'm just the mastermind behind it all." Paul said, sounding bored and yawned loudly into the phone, winking when David walked back in. "Besides, what are YOU going to do about it? You don't have any of your shit with you. Including your ID, which means you're STUCK there until we are feeling generous."
"I don't need an ID to travel."
"Actually, yes you do moron. You're supposed to carry either a license or state issued ID anywhere you go in the United States, enjoy boarding a plane."
Damn Randy could yell when he was pissed off enough. Then again, Jaina had been on the forefront of that anger before. She rubbed her wrists, remembering that night at the arena when she kicked him in the stomach. Sighing, Jaina shook that thought out of her mind and flipped the pancakes before going to check his wash, seeing it was almost done, and then she could pop it in the dryer. She had state of the art advanced equipment, knowing she waited until the last minute to do things. A load of laundry took her a half an hour as opposed to the normal hour and a half.
Randy was going to blow up and take all of Florida with him. He hung up before he started stuttering, not needing that added as another thing for Paul to laugh at; he was that mad. He set down the phone before he broke it in half, clenching his fists tightly and looked around, deflating. His friends were assholes, but...if he had to be stuck somewhere, this sure was a beautiful place to be stranded.
The smell of food wafted in the air as Jaina flipped some pancakes on a plate, deciding she was making as many as she wanted, hearing the washer shut off and poured more batter in the pan before going to change it out. She smiled at the scent and threw a fabric softener sheet in before turning it on full blast, knowing Randy needed his clothes. She turned around and smiled upon seeing him.
"I'm making breakfast if you're hungry. Your clothes should be done in ten minutes tops." She then turned back around and flipped the pancake over, sighing in contentment.
"Oh good." Randy said, not too comfortable with walking around pretty much naked.
There was nothing between his dick and her but a towel. Considering all the extremely sexual thoughts he had been entertaining about Jaina lately…that really wasn't a good thing. A scowl marred his face, wondering what the hell Paul and David had been thinking. That he and Jaina were going to 'work' out their problems? They were more likely to kill each other then anything.
"No problem, not your fault they decided to be dickheads." She replied deadpan, shaking her head with a sigh, flipping more pancakes on the plate while he sat at the island. But damn if they couldn't read them like books, knowing they both had sexual chemistry that was peaked off the charts. That kiss in the elevator proved it. Jaina couldn't deny it, but she also wasn't going to act on it or show any sign of interest. Randy might be good, great, wonderful, spectacular in the sack, but he was also an arrogant prick that only cared about his needs instead of others. "I didn't know what you liked so I decided on pancakes with eggs and bacon." She shrugged, setting the bacon on the island along with scrambled eggs.
Something told him she wouldn't care even if she knew what he liked. "Sounds great." He said softly, starving beyond belief, his stomach growling loudly as if to cement that fact and inhaled deeply. "Smells good." Randy was having a hard time with believing all this. He was sitting in Jaina's kitchen in nothing except a towel, getting ready to eat with her, and they HADN'T tried killing each other.
Her eyes closed briefly as a breeze blew through the door that lead to a beautiful in ground pool that had a patio surrounding it. She sat at the island with him after finishing off the pancakes and helped herself, refusing to serve him, and slathered her food with syrup along with some freshly squeezed Florida orange juice. She poured both of them a glass before taking a bite out of her food, moaning at the taste.
"Oh my god I'm in heaven. I'm home with REAL food." She sighed again as contentment stole over her, refusing to get upset that Randy was here. It wasn't his fault and she honestly didn't want to spend her time at home being miserable.
Randy hadn't expected her to wait on him and it showed as he made himself semi comfortable, serving himself. "Very delish." He said after a few bites, wondering if she could actually cook or just the breakfast foods. But considering they lived off of hotel and fast food, he wasn't going to complain. Randy stood up to carry his plate to the sink and instantly regretted it, a breeze whipping through, taking off the already precariously perched towel. "Damn it..."
She turned around when that happened, immediately pulling her gaze from him, even though it was probably one of the hardest things she ever had to do, clearing her throat. "Well, that was umm...unexpected." She didn't have a clue what else to say, cheeks flaming and stood up from island, having finished her breakfast. She rinsed them, taking Randy's plate, and put them in the dishwasher just as the dryer buzzed. 'Thank god.' She thought, knowing if he walked around with a towel much longer, she would end up jumping him. She pulled his clothes out and walked over, handing them to him. "They're fresh and ready to wear again." She then proceeded to clean up while he went to the bathroom to change, trying to simmer the fire within her down.
Randy whistled as he dressed, suddenly in a much better mood. He told himself it was because he had fresh, clean clothes, but the reality was he had noticed Jaina's flaming cheeks. For some reason, that cheered his day up immensely. Of course, new clothes were a must too. He skipped the dress shirt, just pulling on the t-shirt and tucked it into his black slacks, walking back out.
"Hi, thanks for doing my laundry." He added as an afterthought.
"You couldn't very well walk around here naked." Jaina said reasonably, putting the remainder of the food away before wiping the island down of any crumbs, just happy to be home. She looked up at him and instantly regretted it. The shirt hugged his muscular torso, chest and arms like a second skin, making her swallow hard. "I'm going to Wal-Mart so I'll drop you off at the mall so you can get some new clothes while I do some grocery shopping." She walked past him and took a few deep, silent breaths, suddenly feeling like it was a hundred degrees.
"Uh...one problem." Now Randy was embarrassed and it showed, mentally vowing all sorts of violence on Paul and David for this. Oh yes, those two jackasses were going to pay indeed. "I don't have my wallet on me...David must've taken it when he..." He did not like the idea of David fumbling in his back pocket at all, his already red cheeks darkening even more.
"You are just in one big pickle aren't you? We should leave Evolution on principle after this." She stated, trying not to sound amused, and held her hand up when he began talking again. "Randy, I have money and you can just pay me back if you want. I'll foot the bill. I can't have you walking around here in those clothes for the next two days. I already know you're staying here and there's plenty of guest rooms to choose from. Now give me a few minutes to change and we'll go."
What was she going to do, tell the guy to go fuck himself and not help him? No because if he ended up walking around here WITHOUT clothes, she was going to end up doing something both of them would enjoy and regret. Jaina walked upstairs to her room and closed the door, deciding on what to wear.
This was the most interesting, embarrassing, eventful day of his life and it wasn't even over. If anything, it was just starting. Randy could not fathom Jaina buying him the things he needed, already determining they'd go to Wal-Mart because she wasn't dropping a bunch of cash on designer clothes for him. That and jeans and plain t-shirts sounded rather good at the moment. And then there was the fact that she hated the ground he walked on and this no doubt would be fuel for her to throw against him the next time she felt like burning his ass.
Jaina walked downstairs ten minutes later, wearing a blue denim skirt with a white halter top, white flip flops on her feet with blue sunglasses on top of her head. Her hair was still up and clipped back to make it smooth on top, a few tendrils framing her face delicately. "Ready to go?" She didn't wait for him to respond and walked out of her house, locking the door with him following, and grinned at her beautiful blue Escalade. "You're going to love the ride now that you're not trapped in a bag." She said jokingly, smirking when Randy growled at her, deciding she was going to drive him insane for fun while he was here. A few minutes later, she peeled out of there and headed toward Wal-Mart, Randy telling her he didn't want her going to the mall.
He could already foresee problems and knew beating the tar out of her on her turf would probably land him a jail sentence, which he didn't need, though it might be peaceful. Vince would have his ass however. Sighing, he vowed to just let her have her fun, already searching for a way out of this mess. He could call Vince and tell him what was going on...of course, Vince would definitely find it funny and probably somehow use it in a line or something just for shits and giggles. There went that option.
Jaina blasted country music on the way to Wal-Mart; not knowing Randy couldn't stand it, and hummed along to some of the songs, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She didn't know what to say to Randy as the wind blew through her hair, inhaling and drinking it in as much as she possibly could. She loved Florida and glanced over at Randy through her blue sunglasses, wondering what he was thinking.
"Look," She began, turning the music down. "I know you didn't plan this to happen and neither did I, so if you want I'll buy you a plane ticket so you can be on your way out of here." She knew he didn't want to be around her and was trying to help.
Randy shook his head, staring straight ahead, jaw set. "I'm gonna call Paul back in a few hours and see if he can't at least wire me money from my accounts." Since the bastard had his damn bank card anyway. Now that was a bad thought and Randy sincerely hoped David didn't get his hands on it.
At this point in time, David was busy calling Jaina's cell phone, looking at Paul who just nodded, inhaling with a grin.
"You two are the most vile, cruel, son of a bitches on the planet." She stated with a smile, shaking her head when David began laughing, not able to resist. "Do you realize you could've killed Randy? Why did you send him home with me anyway?" Jaina felt her cheeks tinge a deep red as she cleared her throat. "David Bautista that is NOT funny!! Just wait until I get back on the road, you two are going to wish I was never put with Evolution."
"Well honey, we usually wish that anyway, especially when you're on your period." David said, sounding amused, and ignored her indignant screech. "The reason we DO like having you around is because you have the most juiciest little ass I've ever laid eyes on and legs that were meant to go around a man's waist. Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, I have something to tell you."
Paul was DYING from laughing so hard.
"If you send Randy home, we're going to murder his bank account, overcharge his credit cards, and basically kill him financially. So...he stays with you until you come back on the road with us."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Jaina slammed on the breaks, causing Randy to curse out, completely and utterly LIVID at these two with their antics. "YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCHES, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU CAN'T MURDER HIM FINANCIALLY, YOU-" Suddenly, Jaina stopped screaming and tapped her fingers on the wheel, an idea popping into her mind and looked over at Randy. "Okay fine, you two win. He can stay with me." She actually sounded chipper about it, though there was NOTHING chipper in her eyes as they flashed wickedly, a cruel smirk forming on her lips. "Don't worry about a thing, I'll cover for him, but YOU two will be paying me back, deal?" She smirked when David agreed, mind already turning. "Oh, and one more thing David, the only legs that are going to wrap around your waist are Paul's." She clicked the phone shut.
David stared at the phone his jaw hanging down, brown eyes wide. He looked at Paul, who wore an identical expression on his face. "Well that was uncalled for!"
"Just...stay away from me, alright?"
"What do you mean by 'you can't murder him financially'?" Randy demanded once she was off the phone.
Jaina slipped the phone back in her purse and cleared her throat, already knowing how they were going to get their payback. "They said if you don't stay with me until I come back on the road, they were going to drain your bank accounts, basically murder you financially. So you're stuck." The evil was brewing inside her mind, wicked intentions swirling in those blue orbs of hers that were cerulean at the moment. "We will get our revenge and I have the perfect way to do it. We're leaving Evolution." She pulled back on the road and headed to Wal-Mart.
"We're leaving Evolution..." Randy echoed, wondering if she was serious about the 'we'; well obviously she had to be. They were an on-screen couple; though there was always the chance she could decide she didn't want that either. "And just HOW do you think that's going to happen? We both know Vince isn't going to let us walk away from Evolution. Unless we jump script of course, then they don't have a choice..."
