Chapter 10
"It's time for you to get a title shot, Randy, to be a champion. Vince won't have a choice. You'll win the title and Evolution will turn on us." She knew Paul was too greedy and would want the World Title for himself, snorting as she kept her focus straight ahead. "I won't be leaving your side for awhile; we have too much chemistry on-screen to even THINK about parting ways." Oh yes, this was all going to work out in their favor as her eyes narrowed even more, gunning it down the road. "They'll get the short end of the stick when they lose their most valuable player, you."
Considering Jaina acted as if she hated him, the ground he walked on as well as the very air he breathed; Randy was a bit confused by this sudden turnaround, crediting to Paul and David's heinous prank. Well, talk about backfiring. "Okay, sounds good." He said after a moment, a slow; cruel smirk spreading across his lips. The gold around his waist and Jaina at his side, now THAT sounded awesome!
"We help each other succeed so, unless you don't want me by your side, you have to tell me now." Randy was going for the World Title after returning from her mini vacation; Paul had already informed her before leaving, the moron. Snorting, she pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot and found a spot near the entrance, taking it. "I'm not easy to get along with, but then again, neither are you. Maybe during this time alone we can figure out a way to deal with each other a bit more professionally." She rolled the windows up and slid out of her Escalade, locking it.
"The way I see it, Jai," Randy said, falling into step with her, refusing to walk behind her because he wasn't her dog and she wasn't his. "This is a business venture. We both have a lot to gain by working together." He could already see her with the Women's Title around her waist then froze, staring down at her. "Jai, you know how to wrestle don't you? I know you can knock a guy on his ass with that kick of yours…"
"Yeah, I can wrestle. I'm probably a little rusty considering Vince has decided I'm better as eye candy, but I can kick ass with the best of them." She sounded confident as she stared back into his mystic blue eyes, seeing the gears were already turning in his head, and sighed gently. "Come on; let's not worry about work right now. We have to get you some clothes and food for the house." She walked side by side with him, moving when people were in a hurry, and grabbed a cart.
Considering Randy had spent the better part of half the night, and some of the morning, in a suitcase, he didn't feel like hurrying, which meant his strides matched hers instead of walking fast like he usually did. "So what are we getting again? Food and clothes?" He didn't need her for the clothes, unless she felt like helping him pick up boxers or briefs. Or maybe needed his opinion on some new panties.
"Why don't you go get your clothes while I shop for food?" Jaina suggested, winking before he could respond, and went off on her way.
She wasn't going to help him pick his clothes out; he was an adult and could do it himself. Humming, Jaina started thinking about her and Randy being alone with him as champion. That was a heavenly thought as she smiled, nodding as if to assert what she was thinking. It would be worth it in the end; she had to keep reminding herself of that. Snorting, Jaina decided they were going to turn on Evolution after Randy won the World Title, not the other way around. They were out for revenge and going to get it in more ways than one.
Randy didn't go hog crazy. He just selected a few pair of jeans, having to sadly try them on since he wasn't the average size, glad when they didn't split or ride up his ankles. A pack of socks, some boxers and a few t-shirts. He would live with the dress shoes or go bare foot, providing she didn't have a problem with that. He was a guest and would keep his temper in check. Unless her mouth ran away with her, then he'd feed her some of the sand that was just outside her back door.
Knowing how Randy was, Jaina threw in a pair of tennis shoes and sandals for him, knowing he would need them while they were here. During the beginning of that conversation with David, they told her she had a week, not two days, off with Randy. Those two were going to pay and Randy didn't even realize what was going on. Sighing, she threw more food in the cart, grabbing her tuna since she was obsessed with it and few more items before heading back toward the clothes section to find him. The cart was packed full, though his shoes and sandals were on top.
"Trust me, you'll need them." She knew his size too and waved him off when he began protesting her. "It's done, come on time to check out."
Randy picked up the shoes, studying them. Sort of his style and definitely his size. "I don't know why I'm bothering to ask this, but...how do you know my shoe size?" He asked, knowing it was asinine but unable to stop himself, wondering just what else about him she knew, suddenly smirking. He could fill her in on his jock size too if she wanted.
"I know you prefer honey mustard instead of ranch on your chicken breasts. I know you love the color blue. I know your shoe size because I've had to retrieve your wrestling boots several times and your dress shoes." Jaina smirked when he just raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging. "We're close on-screen and travel together; we're bound to pick up a few perks about the other." They stood in line as she leaned against the cart, trying to stifle a yawn. It was definitely naptime when she arrived home.
"Okay, so riddle me this, why do you pay attention to those small details?" Randy asked, helping her unload the cart onto the conveyor belt, arching an eyebrow. "I know we're an on-screen couple, but those are things a real couple does, aren't they?" He knew several things about her as well, but he wasn't letting in on that fact.
"I'm very observant." She shrugged nonchalantly, proceeding to tell him some facts about Paul and David, hell even Ric.
Jaina would miss Ric when they left Evolution, but it would be worth it. Not to mention she had to cover up that she secretly had been crushing on Randy for the past nearly two years they'd been an on-screen couple. Jaina had her bases covered as he put his things on the conveyer belt and didn't even flinch when everything was rung up, simply using a credit card. She'd pay it off when she got home and slid it back in her wallet before signing, showing her ID.
ID, what a bitch. Randy shook his head then contented himself with a smirk as he loaded the bags back into the cart. Very observant huh? Well, he'd give her some things to observe since they obviously were going to be spending more time together, a lot more time together. His eyebrow rose when a guy approached, wondering if Jaina had any idea how irresistible she was.
"Hey bitch, what the fuck do you think you're doing here?"
She spun around, ready to give whoever it was a tongue lashing, and fell short as her eyes lit up. "Scotty?" Jaina squealed and ran into his arms, laughing as he spun her around, kissing his lips before he set her down. "I may be your bitch, but you're my whore."
"Of course darling, of course." He giggled, blondish black hair spiked up with Tripp pants on and a black tank top, black painted fingernails. "So what is my sexy bitch doing back in Sarasota?"
"Vacation, why haven't you texted me lately, you ass?"
"Oh honey, the shop has been TOTALLY booked solid." He fingered her hair, eyes narrowing slightly. "You need to come in for a haircut, your split ends are BAD."
"No shit." She muttered, though the smile never left her lips. "How's Gary doing?"
"He's good though, right now, we're fighting." He sighed dramatically. "Apparently his ex won't leave him alone. Too bad, he's MINE now." He giggled again. "Listen you sexy bitch, I HAVE to go, but we should do lunch before you leave! I've missed you!"
"You can count on it, call or text, you know the number."
Randy immediately smoothed down his ruffled feathers. Her friend, Scott, was gay. Very, very gay. Randy didn't mind gay people, usually. He just stood there and listened to them, arching an eyebrow as they went on. Dear God...He was going to be sick. Sexy bitch? And she wasn't slapping him? Where was the Jaina he had come to know and love to hate?
Jaina laughed when Scott told her she had a hunk of meat and she'd better eat it, referring to Randy, rolling her eyes. "You are too much, Scotty! I'll call you!"
She was laughing so hard; Scott was one of her best friends in Sarasota and her hair stylist. He got away with calling her a sexy bitch and shook her ass when Scott slapped his, giggling more as he walked into Wal-Mart while she helped Randy put the rest of the things in the back of her Escalade, before putting the cart in the return area. She slid into the driver's side and laughed when she got a text about Randy, shaking her head and responded with a simple 'Not happening'.
"Okay, I'm going to regret asking this, but it's been on mind since your friend said it...What did he mean by meat and eating?" Randy already gathered it was sexual, but to him it sounded an awful lot like something a straight guy would say to a woman, providing they both were drunk as hell.
"You're the meat and he told me to eat you." Jaina answered promptly, shrugging, used to Scott's metaphors and ways. It was one of the reasons why she liked him so much. "Don't worry, Randy, you're safe." She smirked and backed out of the spot, putting the vehicle in drive before heading back home. She was exhausted, yet thrilled at reuniting with one of her best friends. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're staying here for a week. David told me while I was on the phone with them."
Jaina slid sunglasses over her eyes, knowing she just lied through her teeth as far as Randy being safe. She wanted him, in the worst way, and would really have to keep her distance until they went back on the road. Then everything could get back to normal.
Randy shook his head, not sure if he could be around her for a week without jumping her and showing her that she wasn't safe from him. "Aww damn, and here I thought I'd LIKE to be eaten." He snapped his fingers with a regretful sigh, smirking when she just gripped the steering wheel. "It's a JOKE, Jai."
She flashed a smile back at him, nodding, and turned to stare back at the road. This was going to be really hard, but she would manage. The rest of the drive was made in silence and they arrived about a half an hour later before dragging the bags inside. She sorted through them, giving Randy his and put the groceries away, smiling when he offered to help. She directed him where to go with what he grabbed, getting it done ten minutes later and stretched her arms above her head, letting out another yawn.
"I know I'm being a bad hostess, but I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go lay down for a few hours." She walked past him and headed upstairs to her bedroom.
This left him with NOTHING to do. But then again, it wasn't her job to entertain him. She could very easily send him packing, which in turn would mean his apparent financial ruin. So...he'd entertain himself. After looking around and deciding she was a semi boring person, he headed outside, bare foot so he could enjoy the hot sand. Oh now this was heaven, why the hell she didn't come home more often was beyond him.
Peeling her jean skirt off, along with her flip flops, Jaina collapsed in her bed and sighed in contentment, a smile lighting her face. It was so good to be home. Randy could help himself to whatever he wanted. She had every gaming system known to man, if he looked, the thought making her smirk. Leaving the door open and sleeping on top of the midnight blue sheets, Jaina fell asleep in no time, hair down curled around her shoulders and face, the ocean breeze and sounds of the waves soothing her.
Randy had no intention of looking because he was uncomfortable browsing other people's houses, unless they were close friends. As Jaina was not a close friend...Though, if it meant he got to come see this view, he might change that. Or buy a place in Florida, providing his wallet made it out of Paul and David's hands alive.
Jaina slept until around seven o'clock, getting a full six hours of sleep in and slowly opened her eyes, smiling as the sunset hit her vision. It was so beautiful. She stretched her arms up above her head and padded over to the balcony, stepping on it, wearing white panties with a white tank top she'd changed into, leaning against the ledge. Her hair was tousled from sleeping as her eyes closed briefly before opening again, loving to watch the sun descend on the horizon. She was home and never wanted to leave.
Randy was just now walking up the beach back to her house, shirt in his hand, having made some interesting new friends -and he used that word very lightly- down the way and had gone swimming with them. Randy froze when he seen her, his blue eyes darkening as he took her in, wondering if he was dreaming. "Good evening." He called up, wondering if this is what she slept in.
Jaina looked down at Randy, smiling, and nodded back at him. "Evening." The golden rays from the sunset made her hair look more golden than it was, her tanned skin having a golden glow.
It contrasted with the pure white she was wearing as she sighed gently, refusing to remove herself from the balcony until the sun was completely down, the sky painted with pinks, blues, oranges, yellows, indigos. It was truly amazing and she heard Randy walk inside the house, knowing he was hungry. She would be making dinner; she just wanted to enjoy a sunset, something she hadn't done in six months.
Randy had to walk inside so he didn't scale the building, bend her over the ledge and let her watch the sunset while he took her from behind. Dear Lord, Jaina was going to kill him. She dressed...well, she left things to the imagination and his was running over time.
"I'm going to burn in Hell," Randy muttered then corrected himself. "No...I'm IN Hell..."