AUTHOR'S NOTE: So basically I fell asleep in the middle of studying for school , and when I woke up I was so frazzled that I forgot to upload this chapter ! And then Friday was … it was hectic -.- I was at a rally for my friend who was shot this summer , and he was unjustly killed by cops . It was a really stressful day for me , so please forgive me :/ I am doing a LOT of catch up , so bear with me please ! And thankyouu to ExtremeRaiderRainbowPrincess , you gave me hope that everyone doesn't completely hate me yet for being the worst author ever [x And I tried to make chapter 1 funny , so if I succeeded, then I'm one of the happiest people EVER xD Thankyouu , and enjoyy –xoxo

Chapter 11: Clear the Air

She saw Randy's face inching closer, their lips barely apart. Randy felt the voices in his head screaming for him to stop his advances, but he shoved them aside.

Melena knew what was about to happen. She knew that if she wanted to stay 'just friends' then she should've stopped him. One look into his eyes, and Melena made her decision.

Without a second thought, Melena closed her eyes. Randy's lips were gentle against hers. She felt like the world had fallen away from her, and he was all that there was. She felt his tongue trace her bottom lip, and she granted him access. Randy deepened the kiss, relishing Melena's taste. It was sweet, clean.

Randy's heart was warmed to the core as he felt Melena accept him. He also felt like he was burning, though. His body was on fire, and his pants felt too tight. He moved his hands, one tangling into her long locks of brown hair, and the other sliding down to her hip. He wished that she wasn't injured, so he could take her right then. He felt pride as Melena moaned lightly. She instinctively put her hands on Randy's shoulders, and melted into him. She fit him just right, her curves going perfectly with his clean cut figure. Randy thought about how only a couple layers of clothes separated them from being together, and he groaned. He moved his lips down Melena's jaw, into the hollow of her neck. He nuzzled her, and planted soft kisses. He couldn't get enough of her silky smooth skin. Her warm golden-brown skin was a drug, and he couldn't stop tasting it. He wanted to pull Melena close to him, close enough so that their skin was one, but he did his best to keep his self control.

Melena, caught in the heat of the moment, thought about making love to Randy right there in the car. She felt a little shot of pain in her ribs, though, and knew that it would be four more weeks until she could do anything at all with him. She felt her core burning, and saw Randy's bulge through his pants. She thought about it, and then decided that if Randy was really there for her, no matter what, then she could trust him. Her past memories screamed in protest, but Melena knew that she had to let her walls come down slowly, and though some had been broken, she was willing to let some of the bigger ones fall. Her breath hitched in her throat as Randy's lips moved lower, near her chest. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, unaware that she was driving Randy to the brink of insanity.

"You don't know what you're doing to me right now." Randy moved his lips to Melena's ear, his voice husky with lust. His teeth grazed her ear, and she shivered.

"Randy…" Melena whispered his name subconsciously. Randy felt his male pride gleaming, and he pulled away a little. Melena looked into his eyes, which were blazing.

"You're amazing, Lena. Never let anyone tell you otherwise." Randy pulled himself away completely, and Melena sat back, trying to cool herself off. She didn't look at Randy again, afraid of what seeing him would do to her. She knew what she had planned for after the interview was a big step, and she didn't want to have her resolve crumble.

Randy was trying to compose himself as well. He waited for a good five minutes, and his erection calmed down. He started the car again, chuckling.

"I learned something today." Randy glanced at Melena.

"And what is that?" Melena asked him. She didn't care what Randy was saying, but she loved hearing his rich, deep voice.

"Driving around with you in the car is a bad idea, I can't concentrate on anything else!" Melena blushed, and Randy smirked a little.

"Well, pull over then, and I'll get out." Melena decided to play along. Her decision to let down one of her biggest walls had given her courage. Randy put a hand on Melena's leg, and she had to restrain herself from looking at Randy's face.

"Lena, I love you, and I would never do that to someone I love." Randy spoke matter-of-factly, but there was a tenor of passion still lingering in his voice, driving Melena insane. They finally got to the radio station, and Melena went into the building with Randy.

"Hey Randy, over here!" Both Melena and Randy turned to see a short man, maybe five feet tall, running towards them. He had red and black gelled spikes that were at least an inch long standing atop his head. He only had an ear piercing, but there was a massive amount of tattoo work on his arms, in various colors and shapes. He jogged the last few yards, and stopped, panting slightly. He then held out a hand. "Mike Nicotra, radio host. Nice to meet you." He spoke in fragmented sentences, trying to catch his breath.

"Randy Orton, nice to meet you too. Say, nice work. Where'd you get it done?" Randy had shook Mike's hand, and gestured towards his arms. Mike grinned.

"Thanks, I got these done at a small place in Hollywood, if you blink, you miss it. They're pretty good though. I like your work, too." Mike then turned to Melena and extended his hand. "And who might this charming young lady be?" Randy felt a flare of jealousy.

"This is my gi- um, friend, Melena." Randy spoke for her, since her face had gone red and she seemed to be mute for the moment. He had almost said 'girlfriend', but Melena gave him a quick wide-eyed look, and he stopped himself.

"It's nice to meet you, Mike." Melena smiled at him, and shook his hand. She then inched closer to Randy subconsciously, but Randy noticed, and he felt a ripple of happiness knowing that she was comfortable around him, even in public.

"So let's get you two set up! Melena, are you going to be part of the interview?" Mike had started walking, Randy and Melena trailing behind. Melena shook her head.

"No, I'm just here as a supportive friend." Melena smiled at Randy, but averted her gaze when he winked at her. He smirked as her cheeks went even redder.

"You have given me much more support than I need. The pep talk in the car was phenomenal." Melena's face was almost a tomato shade, and Randy loved it. He wanted to graze his hand across her cheek, to feel her once more. He turned his gaze back to Mike.

"So why aren't you in the station, and why are you out here?" Randy tried to keep Melena out of the discussion, his feelings of protectiveness fired up.

"We're on commercial. Right here, now we'll get you set up. Would you like to sit with Randy, or over there with me?" Mike gestured to the spots in the recording studio, and she spoke quickly, before Randy's obvious jealousy caused him to overreact.

"I'll sit with Randy, after all, I'm here for him." She smiled and looked up to see his face a little more relaxed. She knew tat she would have to talk to him later about being so overbearing. She knew his intentions were good, but she also knew that those good intentions could end up badly.

"Alright, wear this headset, and we're good to go!" Mike sat down and put his headset on. Melena sat next to Randy, who was gazing at the faraway wall. She leaned over and gave his hand a small squeeze. He turned and smiled at her.

"You're gonna do great." Melena spoke reassuringly. Randy nodded, and laughed quietly.

"I know I will, especially because you're here with me." Randy turned to watch Mike, and didn't see Melena's eyes grow wet with tears. She was touched that this man cared so deeply for her. Mike signaled to Randy, and then he started speaking.

"Hello, Los Angeles! It is a great, sunny afternoon here in Cali as always, and today I have a special treat for you all! Here, in this studio with me, is the heartthrob that drives the women insane, the one, the only, the WWE superstar, and may I add, the WWE Champion, Randy Orton!" Mike then turned to Randy. "I can hear those girls screaming from miles away. Good afternoon Randy!"

"Good afternoon Mike." Randy smiled at him briefly.

"Now, this first question has been sent in by too many viewers, so we'll get it out of the way. Are you currently a single man? I think that there were an equal amount of guys and gals who wanted to know." Mike laughed, and Randy forced a small chuckle. He briefly looked at Melena to see if she wanted him to stay quiet for now. She nodded, and he turned back to Mike.

"Well Mike, I am currently a single man, but I do have my eye on somebody." Randy hoped that this would suffice for an answer.

"Oh really? So the Ladies Man has his eye on a lady? Is she another one of the pieces of candy that you just want to taste, or is this one different?" Mike wagged his eyebrows suggestively, and Randy suppressed the urge to punch the man.

"Well Mike, I haven't dated in a long time, and I haven't been with a girl for a while, and I have to say that this girl is definitely different. She is one of a kind." He smiled a little, knowing that the girl whom he was mentioning was sitting right there with him.

"Is this another act just to get her in bed, Mr. Orton? And who may this woman be?" Randy gritted his teeth, and Melena looked at him. His jaw was ticking, and she could see his eyes flash. She put her hand on his wrist lightly, and he looked down at her, his anger melting away momentarily. He then turned back to Mike.

"Mike, I'll answer this question, but then I'd like to move on. I feel like you're being a little too disrespectful." Randy's voice was steel and menace, and it caused Melena to shiver. She kept her hand on his wrist, trying to make sure that he was aware of his surroundings. "I do not play with peoples emotions. Nobody should be played like that. Admittedly, I made mistakes when I was younger, but that was a long time ago. I do not want to reveal the identity of the woman. Now do you have any other questions that are not a part of my intimate love life?" Randy's voice had toned down a bit, and Melena turned to see Mike's stunned face. She giggled a little at his expression, and Randy smirked, enjoying Mike's discomfort as well as Melena's amusement.

"Well, um, I'm sorry about that. So, who have you brought with you here today? I understand that she is a gorgeous friend of yours, and her name is Melena." Mike smiled at her warmly, and winked. Melena felt the muscles in Randy's arm twitch. She felt worried, but in the back of her mind, she was touched that Randy cared about her to the point where this man's flirting was getting to him.

"Yes, well Lena is a very close friend of mine, and I asked her to accompany me today. She's here for moral support." Randy's jaw was clenched, and Melena knew he was on the brink.

"That's nice. You have quite the arm candy though." Mike made a feline growl noise, and Melena crinched. "Randy, are you willing to answer some callers questions?"

"Of course, Mike. Especially if they're less asinine than yours." Randy's eyes were cold and blue like ice, and he never removed his gaze from Mike. Mike's smile faltered for a moment, but then he laughed forcibly.

"Ouch, that hurt, man! Now, this first caller is in Bakersfield, and her name is Abigail. Hello Abigail!" Mike spoke kindly.

"Hewwo. Is Wandy Owton there?" The voice of the child was so cute that Melena's face pulled into a grin. Randy looked at Melena, smiling as well, and he laughed.

"Well hey there Abigail! This is Randy Orton. How old are you, sweetie?" He smiled as he tried to imagine the young fan. All three of the people flinched as a little squeal of happiness exploded from Abigail.

"Hi Wandy! I'm four years old." She pronounced her 'R's like 'W's, and sounded awestruck.

"Wow, you're a big girl! So Abigail, do you have any questions?" Randy was amused by the little girl, trying his best not to laugh too much. He didn't want the poor little girl to think he was laughing at her!

"Yeah, will you mawwy me Wandy?" The little girl sounded so hopeful, that it sent Melena and Mike over the edge, both of them laughing loudly. A tear rolled down Melena's cheek, and Randy had to pull off his headset so he could stop holding in his laugh. He composed himself quickly and put the headset back on.

"Well, Abigail, I would, but I'm way too old for you! I'll ask John Cena for you, though." Randy's grinned as he imagined John's stunned face as he listened to the interview on the radio.

"Eww, no! John is ugwy!" This caused Melena to laugh again, her voice ringing like a small bell. Randy loved listening to her contagious laugh, and he joined in.

"Okay then, I'll ask someone else, okay?" Randy looked at Melena who had leaned onto Randy's shoulder, still laughing a little. He forced himself to pull his eyes away and listen.

"Can you ask Wey Mystewio?" The girl giggled. "He's pwetty." Randy spoke quickly.

"Of course I will, Abigail. It was nice talking to you, sweetie, take care." As soon as Mike disconnected the call, everyone laughed raucously, and Melena shook her head.

"Poor John," she said, finally settling down and taking a few deep breaths.

"Why?" Randy mouthed to her. She put a finger to his lips, and he savored the silky smoothness.

"Later," she whispered, removing her hand and watching Mike.

"That was an eventful call! Randy, you should've asked for those digits man! Don't worry, we'll hook you up." Mike grinned, but Randy was still not comfortable with Mike, and he stayed silent.

The next twenty minutes went by with other phonecalls, none of them as amusing as the first.

"Now on the phone is a caller from Los Angeles. His name is Stanley." Mike smiled, and leaned back in hi chair, tipping it and balancing it on its legs.

"Hey Stanley, how's it going?" Randy was ready to go back to the hotel and rest, and he was relieved that this was the last caller.

"Hello Randy. I just wanted to say that I will be there for Monday Night RAW. I wish you luck, and hope nothing too bad happens to you." Melena froze as she heard the voice, but Randy wasn't watching her. He recognized the voice from somewhere.

"Thanks man, but what is that supposed to mean?" Randy wanted the man to speak again so he could hear the voice.

"Oh, nothing. Just watch out." Mike frowned a little, and turned to Randy and Melena.

"Seems like Stanley hung up. Well, this has been a great interview! Thank you so much Randy, everybody, I give a big thank you to Randy Orton for coming out here, don't miss this Monday's Tri-Brand RAW show, it's going to be good. Now we're coming up to a commercial break but don't go anywhere, we have more coming up next." Mike pulled off his headphones and turned to the pair, oblivious to Randy's fury.

Randy had recognized the voice, and he wanted to rip the phone to shreds. How dare he call into the radio station and threaten Melena and him like that? Mike was still tilted onto the chair's back legs, and he held out a hand.

"Good show, man. Sorry about the start though, I have to act like an ass, that's what I'm paid for." Mike gasped as Randy shot up, and the sudden movement caused Mike's chair to tip back, and he fell, hitting his head on the floor. Melena had been frozen, but seeing Mike fall jolted her out of her shock.

"Oh my God, Mike! Are you okay?" Melena jumped up and kneeled next to Mike's head. He groaned, and Randy didn't say anything. Melena turned and saw Randy's vacant expression. He wasn't thinking, and she knew he was dangerous. "Randy…" Melena spoke quietly. He didn't respond. She got up, and lightly reached out for his hand. "Randy," she said again.

Melena gasped as he caught her hand in his. She looked into his eyes and saw his emotions flood back. He seemed apologetic and angry, all at once. He looked into Melena's eyes, and she felt a little scared.

"Lena, I'm sorry. He wont hurt you, I promise. That bastard wont lay a finger on you, I swear that to you." He lightly pulled Melena's hand, and hugged her. She hugged him back, her arms locked around his chest. He gently released her, planting a kiss atop her head.

"Randy, what about Mike…" Randy turned at Melena's mention of the host, and saw that his back was to them. He leaned down and grabbed Mike's shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Hey man, you okay?" Randy spoke kindly, knowing that Mike had not meant to be rude before. Mike groaned once more and nodded, turning onto his back.

"I'm good, I just didn't move all of a sudden cause I learned that you gotta make sure you aren't injured before you move around after you fall." He pushed himself up, and Randy helped him to his feet. Mike brushed himself off and held his hand out again. "Nice meeting you Randy."

"Likewise," Randy said, shaking Mike's hand. He then turned to Melena and motioned towards the door with his head. She started walking and he followed. As soon as they were in the hall, Randy grabbed Melena's hand. She looked up at him, her expression full of worry. "Don't worry, Lena. I won't leave your side, and he wont touch you again." Randy looked at her with what he hoped was enough confidence to persuade her. "Pretend he never called."

"But how did Steven know you were there?" She finally had said his name. Stanley had been none other than Steven.

Randy pulled Melena close, leaning his head on hers. He felt her arms encircling him, and tightening. He sighed into her hair, and kissed her head. "It doesn't matter," Randy said, and then inaudibly added, "But I'm sure as hell going to find out."