A/N - Thanks to all who have reviewed and keep reviewing this (and all my other stuff too btw). I know I said 10 chapters but this sort of took over so I'm thinking maybe 12 now lol. I hope so, I'm eager to finish it. Mr Orton reappears at long last. Enjoy...

His head felt like it was spinning. Randy grimaced and clutched at his stomach. He shouldn't be here. Yet his lack of self control was the whole reason he was in this mess in the first place. The leather of the steering wheel felt smooth under his tight grip. The car was parked but he was just sitting there, unsure of what to do. His mind drifted back to Raw on Monday. Neither Stephanie nor Paul had been there and from the looks Vince had been giving him all night it was obvious why.

He thought back to the week before. When he arrived at the arena he had been buzzing. He could finally see her again and they'd repeat what happened in her office. Randy couldn't even describe it. It wasn't even a hot fuck or just something he needed to get out of his system. It had been too incredible to put into words and he knew Stephanie felt it too. She had been fucking primal, giving herself to him so freely that when he took a moment to think about it he was convinced she hadn't had sex in the longest time. She had been so wet for him. The mere thought of it made him hard enough to burst. He needed it again, he needed her again. He needed her over and over until they were both exhausted and even still he needed it beyond that. Every single moment that had passed since he walked out of her office he had thought about it and when he would get the chance to do it again. If it happened in the damn supply closet in the arena surrounded by thousands of people and their peers he didn't care. He had to see her again and it had to be tonight. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd be waiting for him.

And then she had completely ignored him as they passed each other in the hall.

He was crushed.

It took him a while to come to terms with what she had done. She literally blanked him; didn't even acknowledge him. It pissed him off. Who the fuck did she think she was? He had sat in his locker room consumed by what it meant. Was she playing games? Did she want him to chase her? Maybe it turned her on? Maybe she needed to pretend that she didn't want him? Maybe she needed him to come to her and just take her where she stood; over the desk like he longed to do the last time, on the couch, on the floor or against the wall again?

As he sat there he grew more and more agitated. He shot out of his seat and started scanning the halls for her. It didn't matter that somebody might find out who he was looking for. He didn't fucking care anymore. As chance would have it, he ran right into the one person he didn't want to see.

Paul.

"Where's the fire, man?" Paul teased with a smirk, amused by the sight of the 6'4 Randy Orton running around the place like a headless chicken.

"Oh…sorry, Trip. You know…I'm just…I'm pumped man," Randy managed to stutter out. He couldn't bring himself to look the other man in the eye. His fantasies and theories were all fine and well until he was faced with the reality of what had actually happened. The level of guilt that consumed him in that moment was almost too much to bear.

"Show doesn't start for another couple of hours. Maybe you should put that bus of yours to good use and find somebody to help you get rid of all that extra energy?"

Randy visibly winced. He couldn't fake it. If Paul had any idea what he had just suggested the man would probably knock his shit in and rightly so. 'Sure, Paul. Just let me go find your wife so I can bring her on my bus and fuck her again just the way she likes it.' Like that would go down well. Then again, maybe if she was being satisfied she wouldn't need him to do her husband's job for him. What the hell was he even thinking about? Christ, he was so fucking conflicted.

"Hey, it was a joke, Randy."

He had to get this under control. Randy managed to let out a chuckle, a forced glint appearing in his eye. "Trust me, when this show is over I'll have my pick of 'em and they'll make me feel just fine."

Paul grinned and shook his head. "I might or might not see you later, man. No backstage segments together tonight, just your match. Kill it!"

Randy kept the smile on his face until he was sure Paul had rounded the corner and then let it drop. The tight grip in his stomach slowly released, making him feel nauseous. He was going to be sick…

The nauseous feeling returned as Randy sat in the car but it was for a different reason all together. He felt sick because he hadn't talked to her in over two weeks and it was eating him alive. That's why he was parked outside the Levesque family home in Connecticut about to take one of the biggest risks of his life. If Paul opened that door he didn't know what he would do. But if he didn't? He knew exactly what he was going to do. With that in mind, Randy got out of the car and walked with purpose to the front door.

Stephanie stood at the kitchen table absently folding laundry because she had absolutely nothing else to do. Her father had practically banned her from the office, leaving her with nothing but time to sit and think about how majorly she had fucked up her life. She didn't even know what damn day it was yet there she stood, folding laundry like everything was normal.

The muted chatter of her daughters filtered through from the living room to the kitchen. Stephanie sharply shut her eyes and slowly released a breath. She missed her husband so much. He should be here right now, playing with them or distracting her while she tried to get some housework done. Why couldn't everything be the way it used to be?

When he had walked out after their huge fight she was convinced he wasn't coming back. To her surprise he had turned up the next day after school time and acted like nothing was wrong until their kids went to bed. As soon as they were down he had turned into a different person. He barely said two words to her before walking out the door. What was he going to do, just come and go as he pleased? She asked him as much and he said that they needed to talk the kids when they figured out what to do themselves. But he wasn't ready to be around her…then the door slammed shut and she was left with her thoughts once again.

God knows what he meant by 'talk to the kids.' What the hell did he want to tell them? Thankfully she was spared from having to go into further detail by the sound of the doorbell ringing. It was probably him right now actually, coming to do his duty as happy daddy until bed time.

"I'LL GET IT!"

Stephanie managed a small chuckle at her daughter's high pitched squeak followed by the sound of her little feet pattering across the hardwood floors.

"Who is it, sweetheart?" she called absently over her shoulder, suddenly fascinated by the freshly washed fabric in her hands.

"Hey."

Her heart caught in her throat and her head snapped up. Fiery blue eyes stared in disbelief.

"It's Randy, mommy!" Murphy stated happily, blissfully unaware of who she had just invited into her house. "I'm going back to play. Bye Randy."

The swinging kitchen door barely managed a full swivel before Stephanie's outraged voice filled the kitchen. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Randy was surprised at the venom in her tone. "What do you mean? I came to see you. It's been two weeks…"

"What the fuck are you doing here, Randy?" Stephanie swore she was about to have a conniption. "Get out! Get out right now. You can't be here."

"Why not? You think I don't know what you're doing? I know your game, Steph. And I'm here."

She watched as he smiled and started walking towards her. "Stop. You aren't listening to me. You can't be here. I don't want you here."

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?" Randy questioned, slowly advancing closer and closer in her direction. "I haven't stopped thinking about it…about you. I can't Steph. I want you so badly."

Stephanie found herself trapped between his body and the kitchen counter. His cologne drifted up her nose and for the briefest moment she was transported back to that day in her office. She could remember what he felt like heaving against her, his rigid length inside her taking them both higher and higher. It was the split second Randy needed to fully press himself against her and cup her cheek.

"I need you," he whispered into her ear, trailing his lips over her neck. He could hear her heart beating frantically in her chest. She wanted this too. He could feel it.

What the fuck was she doing? In an instant Stephanie snapped out of it and opened her eyes. She pushed him back and scowled. "What happened was a mistake. Do you hear me? It was a mistake."

"No it wasn't. Look at you right now? Don't stand there and tell me you don't want this."

Stephanie had never been more certain of anything in her life. "I don't."

Randy returned her scowl and stepped in again. "Why are you lying to yourself? If you really wanted me gone you would have kicked me out of here the second you saw me. I know it's hard, trust me, I went through the same thing. But if you just let yourself accept it, I can give you what you want." He knew he could get through to her. She just needed to see it.

"Stop with this bullshit ok? I already asked you to get out and I won't ask again. Don't ever come to my house or speak to me. What happened was a mistake and I…"

She never got to finish her sentence as Randy's mouth came crashing down on hers. Again, for the briefest moment she was transported back. His lips were like velvet against her. She couldn't deny that he felt good. It would be so easy to let this happen again. But she'd never ever be able to look herself in the mirror if it did. And more than that, she didn't want it. She knew that. The only man she ever wanted was the one man she had pushed away with her stupid selfish actions. Her hands rose to push him away, giving him a hard shove with defiant eyes.

"Mommy?"

The question hung in the air like the fumes of an atom bomb. Stephanie felt the color drain from her face. She turned to find Aurora standing at the kitchen door holding back tears.

"Shit…" Randy mumbled, all too aware of what had just happened. He hadn't intended for it. He just…couldn't control himself around her. His attraction to her was beyond reason and now an innocent fucking kid had got caught in the middle. Who was he kidding? Three kids had been caught in the middle since the second he started having sex filled dreams about their fucking mother. "I'm sorry, Steph."

"Get out."

Her voice was completely devoid of emotion and he knew this was it. Randy could only watch as the young girl sprinted from the door, the sound of her feet bounding up the stairs. Stephanie didn't even bother to wait for him to leave. She immediately took off after her daughter and Randy swallowed the lump in his throat. He kept his eyes trained to the ground as he walked back through the house towards the door. The smiling family pictures on the walls were too much for him to look at because he knew he was responsible for tearing them apart. What the fuck was he thinking? Why was he even here? How stupid was he to think he could turn up at her fucking house like this and magically make her want to be with him? What if Paul had been here with her? One or both of them would have ended up in jail for God knows what. This was crazy. Tears stung the backs of his eyes as he quickly made for his car and got the hell off the property, haunted by the look on little Aurora's face as she witnessed her mommy kiss another man.