Chapter 10

One look in Caralyn's eyes was all it took before John immediately pulled her into his strong arms, her face instantly burying in the crook of his neck, tears coating his skin. He was going to hurt whoever made her cry, hating an emotional woman almost as much as a woman on her monthly. Of course, John would never say that aloud, playing the part of the worried concerned fiancé flawlessly. Speaking of flawless…John currently had Michelle McCool on his mind, smirking, knowing she'd turned him down countless times because of Mark Calaway. Hell, that didn't mean he still couldn't try persuading her for a little one on one action.

Caralyn had no idea just how much deceit and betrayal rested behind those sky blue eyes of John's, too busy crying her heart out against him over the fight she'd had with Sheila. She couldn't believe Sheila actually agreed with Randy about John cheating on her, but for some odd reason, Caralyn couldn't believe them. Her heart wouldn't let her mind overtake her rationality, believing in John and his love for her far more than she should. Still, Caralyn felt obligated to be with John because of how long they'd been together, no matter if she was in love with another man. Adapting was the key and Caralyn knew what she had to do in order to make sure that process happened.

Pretending to be taken aback by his fiancée's crying, John rubbed her back in soothing circles, murmuring lovingly words in her ear. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly, hearing her sniffle and rolled his eyes. 'God if she's PMSing we are not sharing a hotel room.' He thought, biting back a groan, knowing that meant sex would be out of the question.

"It's Sheila…" Caralyn paused and pulled away from John to wipe her tears away, still not believing what went down with Sheila. "We had a fight and I told her to get out of my life. I asked her to be my maid of honor in our wedding and she told me she couldn't…" She wasn't about to tell John Sheila's reasoning.

John's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what the hell Sheila's problem was and felt his blood boil, knowing it was because of Randy Orton. "Why won't she?" He pried, watching as Caralyn sunk down on the couch, burying her face in her hands. Why did women always have to be so emotional about the smallest things? "Talk to me, baby."

"I don't know, ever since we got engaged, everyone is against it John." Caralyn mumbled, feeling the couch dip beside her and immediately leaned against him, needing comfort right now. "Having a wedding without her is going to be surreal…"

"We'll figure it out." John simply said, running his hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her down. "Do you wanna get out of here and go back to the hotel so we can talk more about this?" He asked, having finished his segment and was done for the night as far as he knew.

That sounded like heaven and Caralyn instantly nodded, standing up from the couch to retrieve her things. She didn't want to be in the arena right now, just needing some space from everyone except her fiancé. Swinging her laptop bag over her shoulder, Caralyn followed him toward the exit, their hands entwined together and Caralyn actually began feeling better.

Out of nowhere, her hand left John's as Caralyn was jerked into a nearby dressing room, her arm instantly flaming with pain. She went to open her mouth and stopped short at the sight of Randy, his blue eyes shooting ice at her, looking downright dangerous and deadly. His character wasn't just for show, Randy honestly was a viper at heart and Caralyn knew it better than anyone, the door slamming shut.

"You're not going anywhere until we talk, Caralyn." Randy locked the door, rarely using her full name, only when he was angry and the look in his eyes at that moment terrified her.

"Randy…"

"What's happening to us, Cara?" Randy demanded through gritted teeth, walking toward her, just wanting to take her into his arms. "We're best friends, we tell each other everything."

"I did tell you everything, I didn't keep the fact I'm engaged from you." Caralyn shot back weakly, hating the affect he had on her. "I don't understand why it's such a big shock to you considering how long I've been with John. I love him, Randy…" Those words left a bitter taste in her mouth, but Caralyn didn't show it, staring back at the man she knew she should be with and engaged to.

Randy growled when he heard that and grabbed her arms somewhat roughly, jerking her against him. "No you don't, stop lying to yourself." He ordered, the anger once again filling those teal eyes and his heart broke because he had to find some way to prove it to her. "You're lying to yourself and that's not healthy or right, Cara…"

"What gives you the right to say that shit to me?" She demanded angrily, trying to break free from him, but Randy's grip felt like iron wrapped around her upper arms. "Let go of me! I have nothing to say to you! My future husband is waiting to take me out to dinner and then back to the hotel to relax. I have more important things in my life to worry about than what you or Sheila think and I…" Before Caralyn could get another word out, Randy's lips suddenly crashed against hers, every thought she had wanted to say instantly vanishing.

Including the banging on the door from John, demanding Randy to let Caralyn out.

With as much fight as she had inside, Caralyn began shoving him away from her, but it was no use. Randy was a lot stronger than her and forced her to kiss him, to make her stop saying the awful things she was. Caralyn couldn't help responding after a minute of fighting, his lips against hers feeling amazing, suddenly sliding her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, his lips so soft. She'd only dreamed of this happening for the past several years and suddenly Randy was kissing her breath away, his lips even better than she imagined. Her heart pounded against her chest as Caralyn's back met the wall, Randy's body pressed against hers, experiencing the most incredible kiss of her life.

John didn't hold a candle to Randy.

Randy hadn't meant to kiss her, but he couldn't handle listening to her hateful words any longer, just wanting to shut her up for a minute. He kissed her with such a fiery passion, he nearly lost himself right then and there, wanting to rip her clothes off and take her for his own. Her soft lips caressing his, chests pressed tightly together, was enough to make him lose control, but Randy maintained it with great reluctance. His tongue swiped against her sweet lips and Randy groaned when she immediately opened her mouth, not wasting a second in accepting the invitation, tasting her for the first time.

Randy's hands slid from her arms down her sides, gripping her curvy hips, his hands burning through the thin material of her clothes as their heads moved from side to side, getting completely lost. Randy was giving her a preview of what she could have if she ever decided to let John go and chose him, wanting her more than words could say. Just when he felt Caralyn completely melt against him, Randy broke the kiss and took a shaky step back, staring deep into those entrancing teal eyes and reached out to cup her face in his strong hand, his thumb running across her red swollen lips.

"Whenever you're ready to accept the truth and break the engagement off, I'll be waiting." He stated breathlessly, tempted to kiss her again. "I'm not giving you up because I…"

Randy was cut off effectively by the door being nearly kicked off its hinges, an irate John Cena standing in the doorway looking madder than a bull. Caralyn just stood there in shock, knowing there was absolutely no way to hide the fact she'd just shared an intense searing kiss from Randy, her lips proof of that. Her eyes lowered to the floor, feeling as though her feet were glued to the concrete flooring, trying to wrap her mind around what just happened with Randy. Had he really just kissed her and what the hell was he going to say before John interrupted?

"Get away from her, Orton!" John growled, stalking over to his trembling fiancée, knowing this idiot had probably scared the hell out of her by grabbing her like that.

He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders, tempted to fight Randy, but he had to get Caralyn out of there before something else happened. He already knew something happened between the two, John hadn't missed her swollen lips, deciding he would be making her forget all about Randy Orton that night. Jillian and Michelle would definitely have to wait, John wanted to make sure he was the only man on Caralyn's mind and planned on showing her exactly who the dominant male was. However, John didn't notice the lustful gaze in Caralyn's eyes as she locked them with Randy and both exited the dressing room hastily.

Randy groaned at the look that flashed through those teal orbs, knowing he was so close to revealing his true feelings for her, but John had interrupted him before he could. What was this power John had over Caralyn and why did she insist on saying she loved him when it wasn't true? Randy knew Caralyn's heart was in the right place, but the woman was daft if she thought for even a second he bought what she spewed out of her beautiful mouth.

Randy tried regaining his composure, feeling how tight his wrestling attire had become and knew his erection was straining against the taut material. It was almost painful to move and Randy was thankful he'd stopped Caralyn after his match because otherwise the fans would've gotten an eyeful, not that his female fan base would've minded. He tried closing his eyes and thinking of every single thing he could to help his erection simmer down, but nothing was working.

"Fuck." He finally cursed and stalked into the bathroom of the empty dressing room, peeling his tights off and reached inside to turn the shower sprays as cold as he could stand them.

Stepping under the sprays, Randy shivered and splayed his hands against the shower wall, lowering his head as the water cascaded down his rock hard muscular frame. Randy groaned, his muscles tensing as his eyes closed, wishing Caralyn was in here with him. His lips still burned from that kiss and Randy tried not to think about it, but honestly that's all that was on his mind. For the past several years, ever since Caralyn first locked eyes with him, Randy wondered every day and night what her lips would feel like.

Heaven.

Visions of her long nicely toned beautiful legs wrapped around his waist while screwing her against the wall flashed through Randy's mind and he groaned louder, nails digging into the wall. "Goddamn it Caralyn…" He grunted and slid his hand down his abs, gripping his throbbing cock, beginning to slowly pump.

Thrusting in and out of her body, Randy's hand began driving up and down his heated flesh harder and faster with each passing second. His balls began tightening, he could feel his release building because of how much tension flowed through every part of his body, blaming it on Caralyn. The cold sprays beat down on him as Randy as he jerked a little, grunting, imagining her sweet wet sex wrapped around his throbbing shaft, growling from low in his throat. His thighs tensed as the speed of Randy's hand increased, needing his release more than anything as Caralyn's smiling face flashed through his mind, those beautiful teal eyes…his teal eyed angel.

"Christ Caralyn!" Randy bellowed out as he exploded all over the shower wall, closing his eyes tightly shut as he pumped even faster until his cock grew limp in his hand.

Randy let his arm fall at his side, trembling slightly from both the cold water and the intensity from his session, slowly opening his eyes. He blinked water out of them and pushed himself from the wall, breathing raggedly, the sweat he'd built up washing away down the drain. It only made him feel worse because Randy didn't want to keep taking his sexual frustration out alone, wanting Caralyn more than anything, more than he ever wanted any woman, including Samantha, in his life.

"I love her and I need to tell her." Randy muttered softly and rinsed the wall and himself off before stepping out of the shower, little rivulets of water sliding down his well defined muscular body.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Randy walked over to the sink and placed his hands on it, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Tears stung his eyes and Randy sighed before a few slipped down his cheeks, finally releasing some of the pain and anger he'd carried ever since Caralyn began dating John. He was losing the woman he loved more than his own life and it was slowly destroying him inside, taking pieces of him. Randy knew he had to let her come to him and that kiss they shared was the first step.

He knew she felt something from it, especially when she clung to him like he was her lifeline and opened her mouth to let him taste her. Caralyn couldn't pushed him away if she truly wanted to and had fought him at first, but Randy wasn't going to let her. He had to make her see marrying John was a horrible mistake, that she would truly regret it for the rest of her life, and wanted to show her that she did have options. He could feel his muscles tensing as his grip on the sink increased, growling out as a rush of rage swept over him.

The sound of glass breaking resonated around the bathroom as Randy's fist plowed through the mirror, shards flying everywhere. Little pieces were embedded in his fist as Randy pulled back, the pain slicing through his knuckles, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. The pain felt real and surprisingly good because for just a split second, he wasn't thinking of the pain his heart currently felt. Not to mention he released some of that pent up frustration and anger, knowing this probably wasn't the best way to do it, but at the moment it was all he had.

After bandaging his hand with a first aid kit he found in the bathroom, Randy dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a one of his Viper t-shirts. He slipped a silver chain around his neck that Caralyn had gotten for him to match his Rolex last year for his birthday, never leaving anywhere without it. He brushed his teeth and slipped into a pair of white tennis shoes, just wanting to get out of the arena, desperately needing a drink that had a high volume of alcohol.