hey guys, sorry for the late update, i really am but as i said last chapter, i'm currently busy with other responsibilities, hope you all understand.
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as a little recap of last chapter: Jon and Randi went paint balling and kissed for the first time.
In comparison to the noise the buzzed and radiated out of the arena a few hours ago, the surroundings was now enveloped with silence. The chilly night breeze gave the atmosphere a break from the boiling summer air that took over by day. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and leather jacket that concealed his plain black shirt, Jon stepped out of the arena. His footsteps against the concrete ground echoed as he walked alone towards the car park. He cursed his other colleagues, particularly Colby and Joe for leaving him behind earlier. Now, he's left with the task to find a ride home, or perish and walk back to the hotel since he left his money in his hotel room.
"Hey handsome," his baby blue eyes scanned his surroundings in search for the source of the voice. His eyes landed on a woman, skimpily dressed in a pair of short denim shorts that one might mistake as her underwear and a crop top that was purposely short enough to show off her belly button jewellery. Jon crinkled his nose as he watched her take several steps towards him in her stilettos. It's been a while since he encountered a ring rat and Jon doesn't feel the need to entertain her much longer with his company. "You look pretty lonely all by yourself," she told him as she stood close by, Jon could smell her cheap perfume and he turned away in disgust.
It was quite an odd behaviour that he was exhibiting. Normally, he'd welcome such company without much thought. But not only did his desire for one particular woman consumed him fully by now, he also figured out that he doesn't need such skanky company anymore to keep him satisfied. There are far classier women out there and the skank before him wasn't one of them. "Sorry girly but I gotta run," he told her simply and made it clear that he's not interested. She pouted, a look of shock mixed with disappointment on her face.
"You don't know what you're missing out on!" she called after him but Jon simply chuckled to himself as he walked further and into the car park. Relief washed over him when he spotted a familiar white Toyota sedan still parked on the spot where he earlier saw it when he arrived at the arena.
A yawn escaped Randi's lips as she walked towards the car park. She was exhausted and in much need of a long rest but she knew she can't. With Stephanie's approval, she will be taking her first day off for the year tomorrow and since she still needed to finish a certain paperwork for her boss, Randi planned to spend all night doing it in order to have all of tomorrow for free. She'll be going home tomorrow for the first time in months and Randi felt more than excited not only because she'll be reunited with her family again but also because she will be witnessing her sister's performance as part of her major work for college.
Randi fished for her keys in her bag as she stopped in front of her car and a scream escaped her lips when she saw a figure inside her car, seated on the driver's seat. "Relax, it's only me," after he rolled the window down, it was Jon's familiar raspy voice that followed. Randi breathed heavily as she tried to recover from her shock. She was tempted to slap him repetitively with her bag but held back. "You look quite charming when you're frightened," he joked, the twinkle in his eyes was evident and all Randi wanted was to get rid of it.
"What do you think you're doing? Get out of my car," she barked as she flung the door open. She grabbed his arm and tried to drag him out but then she realised that this six foot four man built on pure muscle has strength triple the amount she has. "How the hell did you even get in my car?" when she gave up, Randi wondered out loud in curiosity because she remembered very well that she locked her car the moment she got off it.
"That was easy, I'm an expert at picking locks, ya know," casually, he informed her, "that's why you better watch out Miranda, I might make myself cosy and pick the lock of your hotel room tonight," he informed while he sent a wink her way. Randi was grateful that there was less lighting in the car park for it concealed her tomato coloured face. "Now hand over the keys, Miranda," he requested and Randi gave up trying, she handed him the car keys over and noisily made her way to the passenger seat.
Half an hour later, Randi looked up at Jon in complete surprise when he opened the car door for her. She didn't expect that, not from him. Gingerly, she took his extended hand as she got off her seat. With his hand still holding hers, they made their way to the hotel together. Although Randi felt uncomfortable at first with the skin to skin contact, a strong part of her enjoyed it at the same time. They entered the elevator together and Jon pressed the button for his own floor and on the process, he broke their hand in hand grasp. A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and Jon stepped out, dragging Randi with him.
"Stay with me tonight," he told her when he noticed the hesitation obvious on her face the moment they stepped out of the elevator. She stopped on her tracks and looked up at him tiredly, the dark bags underneath her eyes told Jon that she'd been deprived from proper rest.
"I have a report to finish-," she started but he stopped her when he placed a finger against her soft, plump lips. His blue eyes moved from her eyes and down to her lips and he stared at them for a couple of seconds. Randi watched him stare at her lips, it was as if he was battling with himself what to do next. Gently, she reached for his face with her trembling hands, her palm felt the roughness of his stubbles as she cupped his cheek. He reciprocated the action and moved his finger off her lips and held her face between his big, warm hands. He smiled down at her, mesmerised. "Your eyes they are really pretty," absent-mindedly she commented and before she could talk any more, Jon pressed his lips against hers tenderly. Almost instantly, his soft kiss turned rough, it expressed his underlying need for her as Randi deepened the contact further when she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close until her soft, supple body was crushed against his hard, muscled one.
"You don't fucking know the things you do to me, Miranda," Jon's raspy voice grumbled as he pressed his forehead against hers, they both panted heavily after their kiss and somehow, Randi wanted to reply the same thing. She wanted to let him know that over the days that he's been pestering her, she had learned to actually develop a liking towards him. She opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. "I think you're beautiful, it makes me happy when I see you frown, when I see you smile or when I encounter your daily wit. You're one of a kind Miranda and I'd like to get to know you further because lately, I can't get you out of my fucking mind," he told her with so much simplicity but he meant every words that left his lips more than anything, it was surprising for a man like Jon who never had any permanent interest in his life but wrestling.
Randi looked deep into his blue eyes and tore herself away from his arms. "Why are you doing this Jon?" she asked him, she needed answers, she was desperate for an answer. Why? Why? Why? How come after all the days and months that they've encountered each other on a weekly basis, he only started approaching her now? "Why are you going through all the trouble for me? Me, for Christ sake, me who's boring, whose world revolves around work, who's hated by so much people?"
Jon chuckled as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "You make it sound like it's a crime to feel some sort of attraction to you, Miranda," Jon responded. He reached for her, to pull her back in his arms where he knew she belong but Randi took a couple of steps back away from him. This action angered Jon. Why does she have to be difficult? Women throw themselves at him, women like the ring-rat earlier, women like his friends with benefits, Renee but this woman before him, this woman whom he was starting to feel something genuine for made it seem like she's not interested at all. "You know, Miranda, you make yourself believe that you have this bitchy demeanour that everyone created through their perception of you and because of this, you lack of actual self-confidence. You're not the mean shrew that you think you are, you're living a lie by being somebody you're not. You're a sweet girl, you're loving, caring and supportive, Stephanie's kids and your sister are evidence for that, I've seen it."
Randi frowned. "You don't know me Jon so stop the bullshit," she snapped. She turned around and began to walk back to the elevator, Jon watched her do so, irritated by her stubbornness. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind her, Randi's tears came pouring down like the rain on a stormy weather as Jon's words played through her head like a broken record. She wasn't crying because she needed to ice the burn, she was crying because for once, someone cared hard enough to point her towards the right direction that she should be taking. Who would've known that it only took one, rugged looking man, who would often have a mischievous glint in his baby blue eyes for her to realise how lost she really was and now, it's time to find the right path.