He'd rushed downstairs to find a bunch of people from all three rosters in the lobby, all dressed up. Randy and Keri had been among them, with Keri in her element as she'd stood with a bunch of men – Orton's minions and the 'new friends' she'd made the other night.

He'd asked Morrison what was going on and had been promptly invited to go clubbing with them.

"We're waiting for taxis because we're all planning on getting shit faced tonight, no one's driving," John had explained. "You can ride with me; we're all going to the same place."

So he'd found himself in this exclusive club. Everyone was probably a 'someone' and none of the fans that usually stalked them were allowed in. Had it not been for Keri, he probably would have enjoyed himself a lot, because he liked nothing better than a good time.

In the dim lighting, Keri looked more like the devil she was; tempting... irresistible... He knew a lot of men were looking at her but she seemed to have eyes for just Orton. The way she was pushing herself onto him, rubbing her body over his... it was so obvious what she wanted. The slut.

He was just so glad he'd ruined her clothes. She'd had to wear a pair of jeans and a more decent top. Of course, being who she was, anything she wore still looked lethal on her. He had no idea how she managed to do that. Maria normally had to take hours to achieve a look like that, but Keri had managed it in a hurried five minutes.

He'd spent all night watching them. Everytime she'd gone on the dance floor, he'd had to make sure Orton wasn't doing anything inappropriate to her hidden behind all the other people. And everytime she'd gone to the toilet he'd had to make sure Orton wasn't with her, doing her in one of the cubicles. He wasn't sure if Keri knew he was there, but Randy certainly did. He'd made sure of that.

He hadn't spoken to him but he certainly hoped his eyes had done the talking. If that man thought of touching even a single hair of her body, he was going to die.

For some reason, Orton found this amusing. He'd been flirting with her all night just to spite him, whispering rubbish in her ear; and when he'd danced with her, he'd made sure to let him know just how much he'd enjoyed Keri's body all over his.

He was this close to just hauling her out of the club and taking her back to her room. He would have too, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone would then know what his problem was and probably pass it on to Maria. That wouldn't end well.

And who was to say Orton wouldn't say something to Maria, too? He had no doubt the bastard knew why he'd followed them, and he'd probably caught him drooling over Keri a few times. Ever since he'd touched her, it was becoming harder to control himself. Orton and his girlfriend were, for some reason, friends, so if he told Maria about this – which he probably would if he thought it would get him off his back and allow him to nail Keri – he'd be devastated.

But not devastated enough to stop trying to sleep with Keri.

He needed that more than he needed air to breathe.


Randy and his friends turned out to be exactly what she needed. Though there had been no sparks with Randy, he'd turned out to be a pretty decent guy. She hadn't stopped laughing all night because he and his friends were hilarious, and they seemed to have just accepted her into their little group as if they'd known each other for years.

It felt good being around them, forgetting for a while what was happening in her life.

But in a way, it was kind of disappointing. She'd expected a lot out of this night, she'd expected Randy to be all over her. Instead she was just one of the guys. It kinda messed with her a little. Was she not good enough for the guy?

She battled with her self esteem constantly. She'd been in a lot of hurtful relationships in her life; a lot of men had walked away from her because of her values. Matt and the guys assured her those losers only said those horrible things to her because they were pissed they never got into her pants, but a lot of what they said stuck with her. What if all anyone wanted form her was sex? She knew she wasn't pretty, so she had to question what other reason they'd have had to be with her in the first place.

By midnight, after thinking about it a while, she decided she had to ask.

"Why did you ask me out?"

"Excuse me?" Randy asked, like she'd asked a stupid question.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying myself," she said, stumbling over herself a little bit. "But we've been here for hours and you haven't made a single move to show you're interested in me. I'm just curious."

"I asked you out because I want to get to know you better," Orton smiled.

Something didn't ring true.

"Did I misread the signals before?" she asked.

"No. If you could read my thoughts they'd probably shock the hell out of you. I've imagined doing some pretty nasty things to you, Keri."

So it was all about the sex. He was just like the rest of them.

But considering that was all she'd wanted from him tonight, she didn't feel like she had the right to be upset.

"So... what changed your mind?"

"You're taken," he answered.

"What?! No I'm not," she said.

But Randy just chuckled and put his arm around her.

"I like you. I'm enjoying myself, and I can honestly tell you that's something I don't normally say about women if there's no sex involved," he said. "I say we do this friendship thing you talked about earlier and see where it goes. It could be the start of something beautiful. If I were to sleep with you, I have a feeling I'd just bring a whole lot of trouble on my head."

"Friends?" she asked, wrinkling her nose a little even as a little smile formed on her lips. "I don't know. I was kinda hoping I'd get to sleep with you. If all you're offering is friendship, then maybe I should find out if Cena's offering anything."

"Don't you dare," he growled. "If I'm not going to have you, none of these bastards will."

She chuckled as she looked up at him.

He was easy to talk to. Maybe friendship was a good idea.


She hadn't enjoyed herself like that in a long time. The last time anyone had done body shots on her was... she couldn't even remember. And she couldn't remember the last time she'd danced like that either.

Once it was settled that she wasn't going to sleep with Orton, she hadn't felt like sleeping with anyone else either. But her confidence had been restored by the countless men who'd approached her and asked for a dance or to buy her a drink or for her number. Of course, Randy had scared them all away, living up to his word that no one was going to have her if he couldn't.

She was still a bit cloudy as to why he'd think he couldn't – especially when she caught him looking at her like he wanted to sleep with her, but seeing as she'd allowed herself a couple of drinks she wasn't going to think about that until she was sober.

A lot of the people they'd come out with had one by one returned to the hotel in the course of the night. Hunter and Shawn had lasted a bit longer than most, but even they hadn't been a match for her. Only the four men she'd spent most of the night with remained; Randy, John, Ted and Cody.

Dawn was approaching when they decided to go find some food somewhere, reluctant for the night to end.

"You know, I don't think I've enjoyed myself like that in a long time," John said when they'd ordered.

"You haven't lived till you've been out with me," she smirked.

"What a big head we have," Ted chuckled.

"Reminds me of someone else I know," Cody agreed, looking pointedly at Randy.

"Hey, the girl's just telling it like it is," Randy said, putting his arm over her shoulders. "You guys are like old men anyway, you don't know how to have fun. I hope you've learned a thing or two from this lady so that the next time we go out together I don't have to ditch you."

"You ditch us, whether we're fun or not," Cody said. "The first woman you see___"

Ted kicked him under the table to stop him talking. He was probably trying to stop Cody from putting his foot in it.

"I know all about the women," she said with shrug. "Randy and I are just friends, anyway."

"It's not my fault they all want me," Randy said with a smirk.

"Wait, you two are just friends?" John asked. "Dude, you could have told us this earlier. You could probably have had a better night. With me."

Randy pulled her closer and glared at his friend.

"Or not," John amended with his hands up. "Geez. Talk about mixed signals!"

"I don't know why you're complaining, John. How many numbers did you get because of me?" she said. "Face it. I'm like the best wingman ever."

"True," John agreed. "But it would have been even better if they were girls' numbers."

And so the playful banter continued until the sun came up and they all reluctantly agreed they needed to go. Raw had done their live show the previous night so they were all heading home that morning. Smackdown and ECW were staying on for their last shows. Then she would also head home. She wasn't sure she was looking forward to that; she'd really started to enjoy herself.

But she knew she had to. Reality was calling her, and the sooner she got back to work the better.

At the hotel, when the elevator stopped on the guys' floor, she gave Ted, Cody and John quick hugs and promised to keep in touch. Then it was just Randy and her in the elevator. She so wished she could feel something for him; he was so beautiful she was sure her eyes would hurt from looking at him too much.

"What?" Randy asked.

"I was just wishing you hadn't told me all that rubbish about being friends so I could jump on you right now," she smiled.

"Tell you what. If I kiss you again and you feel something there, I'll forget all that crap and spend the rest of the morning in your bed," he said. "You have no idea how much I want that. But if you don't feel anything, I say goodbye at your door and we'll keep in touch."

"Why would you care if I felt something or not? I thought guys didn't worry about stuff like that as long as they got off."

"I don't normally, but in this case, I don't want to feel like I'm being used."

"You use girls all the time! I've heard about you, Mr Find-'em-Fool-'em-Fuck-'em-Forget-'em."

"I use them for sex, yes. And they use me, too. It's always mutual; I don't need to fool anyone. But you want to use me to keep another man away from you. As much as I'd love to oblige you, I really don't need to be put in the middle of anything."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," she said, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Of course you do," he chuckled. "But we can be friends. I don't mess with anyone's woman, especially if I have to work with the guy. It gets too messy and affects my work. And work is the one thing in my life I got going for me."

Where the hell did he get all this from? She hadn't said one word about Jeff at all.

"I've got no idea what you're talking about. Really," she said. "I'm not with anyone, and I don't want to be with anyone."

"If you say so. But how about that kiss now? I'd really like it if you proved me wrong."

Before she knew it, he was descending on her. She found herself praying really hard for that spark, or at least for the ability to fake it, just so she could actually sleep with this gorgeous man.

He tasted really good; better than that morning maybe because she'd had a chance to spend some time with him. There was no denying how much he wanted her; she could feel him through his jeans. When he groaned against her mouth and wrapped her legs around him so he could have better access to her, she felt him between her legs. With his tongue, he begged for entrance and she obliged, praying for the lighting to strike like she'd felt with Jeff.

She felt nothing.

She kissed him back desperately, grinding herself against him as her hands roamed his perfect body, trying to push back the sickening thought she'd just had: what if she could only feel this way for Jeff, just like he'd said?

She put more of herself into the kiss, pulling his shirt up so she was against his bare skin. She needed to feel something...

"Keri," he whispered breathlessly as he broke the kiss. "If you don't stop right now, I'm going to carry you to your room and fuck you. Real hard. Possibly all day. Is that what you really want?"

The elevator doors opened and she reluctantly opened her eyes.

No. Sleeping with Randy wasn't really what she wanted. Like all those other times with all those other men, when it came down to it, she couldn't go through with it.

She sighed and slid down his body.

"I'm sorry, Randy," she whispered.

"It's all good. Nothing a cold shower won't fix," he smiled, taking her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you to your door."

They walked out and turned the corner to walk down the long hallway to her door, still hand in hand. To his credit, he didn't go psycho on her like all her ex- boyfriends after she'd left them hard like that. He seemed content to put that little incident behind him, as if it hadn't happened, even though she'd felt how turned on he'd been.

Funny. She never thought he'd turn out to have such principals. If he'd just carried her to her room, not allowing her a chance to think, she probably would have gone all the way. Maybe.

"So tell me again why I have to keep this secret that you have a totally awesome job," Randy said with a smirk.

"You try telling the Hardys that. It doesn't matter to them how much money I make every night, the fact that I let men ogle me is a big no," she grunted.

"You know, the night I saw you on stage, I hadn't planned on staying. I only had big bills on me, but when you came on, I couldn't help stuffing them down you panties," he laughed.

"That was quite possibly the first time anyone gave me so many hundred dollar bills in one go," she laughed.

"It was worth it. You're beautiful, Keri. Every inch of you."


It had been the worst night of his life.

Watching all those men lining up to do body shots on her while she lay on the bar... Watching her flirt like that with them, enjoying their touch... Especially Orton's. When that big eared piece of shit had done his shots on her, he'd made sure he'd been looking at him. When his tongue had licked her body before he'd given him that disgusting smirk of his... He should have killed him then.

And then it had only gone worse.

He'd lost them when they left the club. He'd assumed they were going back to the hotel, but when he'd let himself into Keri's room, it had been empty. Then he'd found John and Randy's room and knocked for a while only to discover it was empty, too. Ted and Cody's room had yielded the same result.

So he'd spent the last couple of hours either pacing Keri's room or the lobby, losing his mind at the images of what she was probably doing with these men.

Orton had probably realised that he wasn't going to let anything happen and taken her somewhere else. He'd probably been doing her the last few hours. Maybe he'd even let his boys have a little go at it. Keri was a wild one; a gang bang was probably something she'd enjoy a lot. All those men... paying her the attention she loved so much... doing her through the bed... or in a shower... or on the damned floor...

When the sun finally came out, he was ready to kill someone.

He should have dragged her out of that club and brought her back to the hotel at a decent hour.

So all this was his fault.

It was his fault that other men were enjoying what he so desperately needed.

When the hotel staff had started looking at him as if he was crazy, he'd taken his pacing and muttering outside. Keri wasn't going to get away with this. She was enjoying all those men touching her, kissing her, fucking her... yet she still found the thought of letting him do that repulsive.

He shouldn't still want to do her, knowing what she'd been doing with those men, but he couldn't help himself. Briefly, he wondered what that said about him. He had a beautiful girlfriend, so no one could say he was desperate for sex. He was just desperate for Keri. He didn't know why. She was filthy. Trash. A whore just like her mother. It should have been easy to walk away.

With a loud groan, he sat down on one of the benches outside and watched as everything slowly started to wake. It woke so slowly, he'd gone through a whole pack of cigarettes by the time the sun finally came out.

Today was the absolute last day he was going to have these feelings for Keri. They were unhealthy.

When he saw her, he was going to force her into a shower to wash those other men off her body, then he was going to fuck her till she passed out.

Then all this would be over.

As this thought settled in his head, he saw a taxi drive to the entrance and the people he had been thinking of stumble out. They were laughing loudly and Cena was carrying her in his arms as they walked in.

Aw, was the poor thing too tired to walk? Well, he'd give it an hour or so before she got too tired to even laugh like she was doing.

He resisted the urge to run over to knock all of them out. He was outnumbered, so he wasn't going to be that stupid.

So, taking the final pulls of his cigarette, he gave them a few minutes. Then he followed and called the elevator. He'd go to her room first, and if she wasn't there, he really would kill those other men.

The elevator stopped on her floor and he walked out. He heard her voice and stopped. Then he heard Orton's voice.

He turned the corner and saw them walking hand in hand, like a couple of lovers. It inflamed him a lot more.

"It was worth it. You're beautiful, Keri. Every inch of you," Orton said.

So it was true. Orton had taken her somewhere where they couldn't be disturbed to fuck her.

He'd actually taken a few steps to punch Orton's face in when he heard what Keri said next.


"No I'm not," she said. "Men just like my body for some reason. That's why I cashed in on it and became a stripper."

"You're gorgeous!" Randy exclaimed. "How can you not know that?"

She only grunted. Men said that to her a lot, but she knew better. She looked in the mirror everyday, didn't she? And her mother and sisters told her how ugly she was often enough.

"How much do you make a night?" he asked.

"Quite a lot. Well, by my standards, anyway."

She made a lot and almost all of it went back to paying off her debt. Her massive debt with its spiralling interest that she would struggle to pay for the next few years.

"By any standards, I'm guessing. I wasn't the only one trying to get close to you, and I, alone, stuffed more than a thousand dollars down your panties that night," he said. "If it wasn't for the horrible food in catering, I'd have starved that week."

She laughed.

"And I ate like a fucking queen. Maybe you should come watch me again and make sure you only have the big bills."

"Over my dead body!"

She froze at the sound of that voice and turned back in horror.

"Jeff!"

She didn't realise she was gripping Randy's hand tightly until he pulled her to stand behind him. She'd never seen Jeff look so angry, not even after all the crap she'd done before.

"Calm down, man," Randy said.

Jeff just closed his eyes and clenched his fist.

Was he going to hit her? He'd never done that before but in that moment, she couldn't put it past him.

"You're a stripper?" Jeff asked. His voice was deceptively calm. "That's where you know each other from? A fucking strip club?"

"Keri, I think you should come with me," Randy suggested, not taking his eyes off Jeff for a second.

"She's not going anywhere with you," Jeff said to him.

No, she hadn't thought he'd let her go.

"She can decide that for herself," Orton said, taking a step closer to the other man.

"I'll stay," she said quickly, pulling him back.

She never crossed Jeff when he was really angry. She wasn't about to start now.

"Keri, I don't think that's a good idea," Randy said, turning to look at her.

"He won't hurt me," she assured him quickly, even though she wasn't quite sure of that.

Randy looked in her eyes for a moment then nodded his head.

"I'll be here till noon. Call me if you need me," he said.

Then he kissed her cheek and backed off.

"Get in," Jeff growled at her.

She could tell he was really holding himself back. Quickly, she found her keycard and opened the door.

"Jeff, let me explain," she started quickly.


He didn't give her a chance to speak.

The moment the door closed behind them, he couldn't help himself. Matt would probably have handled her a lot better, but he was just too angry to think about that.

"The fuck were you thinking?" he growled, grabbing her arm and dragging her until he dropped her on one of the beds.

"That is none of your business," Keri said, even though she didn't meet his eyes.

"You've been taking your clothes off and God knows doing what else for money and all you can say is it's none of my business?" he shouted.

All she did was look away.

"Why did you have to do this? Don't you leach enough off Matt?"

"Don't you?" she shot back quickly.

His eyes narrowed angrily on her but she didn't even flinch. He was reminded all over again how she was such a waste of time. There was just no helping her.

"What else have you been doing for the love of money? Huh? Who's been buying you all those pretty little thing that you like so much?" he asked quietly.

"I've bought my own pretty things," she snapped.

"You lying bitch! You couldn't take care of yourself if your life depended on it," he growled angrily. "You've been sleeping with them haven't you?"

"What?!" Keri shrieked.

"Yeah. You've been sleeping with each and every one of those filthy perverts, doing 'private shows' or whatever you call it," he argued. "Did you beg them like you begged me? Huh? Did you make them feel like they were on top of the fucking world when they touched you, when they fucked you?"

The more he thought about it the more it made sense. They hadn't really seen her in six months. She'd come over briefly over Christmas, but she'd left a couple of days after Matt's New Year's Bash, and Matt hadn't even given her money like he normally did. And since he knew, without a doubt, that she needed someone to show her the way, there was just no way she would have lasted out there by herself.

And her actions with all the men at the club a few hours ago hadn't helped her case much.

"I'm not even going to answer that," Keri snapped.

"Because you know you can't lie to me. God, Keri... The fuck would you do that for?" he asked, running his hand through his hair as he turned away from her, disgusted.

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do," she spat out to his back.

He turned to her angrily.

"I couldn't give a fuck what you do! But if it affects my brother, then you better believe I'm dealing with it," he snapped. "The fuck do you think you are? Matt has been nothing but good to you. Fifteen fucking years and this is how you repay him? Doing something you know he hates with a passion?"

Maybe that hit a nerve, he wasn't sure, but she had the grace to look shamefully away.

"I should have used a belt on you when I had the chance," he continued, "but knowing you, you'd probably have enjoyed that, you dirty bitch."

How the hell could she be a stripper? Letting strangers touch her like that? Letting them put their filthy hands on her?

He was beyond angry right now; he knew if he didn't get away from her soon he'd lose it and do something he'd regret.

"I'm going to get Matt," he sighed wearily as he walked to the door. "I can't deal with this."

This was too much for one day. And the day hadn't even fucking started yet.

"No! Jeff, wait," Keri said, rushing to grab his arm. "Don't tell Matt, it'll kill him."

Didn't she care that it had killed him, too? Of course not. Keri didn't care about him.

"Get off me, Keri. I can't bear to look at you right now."

"Jeff, I'll do anything. Just... Please," she begged. "You can't tell Matt."

He grunted as he turned to look at her.

"Right now, there isn't a damn thing you could offer me that would make me change my mind."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

He frowned as he looked at her.

Was she being serious? The one thing he'd wanted from her for so long she was using to buy him?

She took a few steps backwards and slowly peeled her top off her body. She was braless.

He willed himself not to react. He was too angry with her right now and too disgusted. But his body betrayed him as it always did.

He swallowed as he watched her peel her tight jeans off, too. She had those damned thongs from earlier on.

"What do you say, Jeff? Can we keep this between us?"

"You're unbelievable Keri," he grunted. "I know the last thing you want is to sleep with me. But you'd sell yourself to the devil himself to get your own way."

"No! It's not like that," she protested, coming forward to grab his arm again.

Maybe she forgot she was naked. Maybe she planned it. But her breasts pressed against his arm, burning him, and his fingers were just mere millimetres from her the heat of her core.

He hissed down at her, momentarily forgetting his anger.

"Come on, Jeff," she said, pulling him towards the bed.

He didn't know why he couldn't do it. Keri giving herself to him... it was what he'd always wanted. But all the images floating in his head, Keri with all those men, all those strangers... they were killing him.

She lay back on her bed, eyes locked on his, begging him.

But he didn't want her like this. He didn't want her this way.

"I can't," he whispered.

"You don't want me anymore?" she asked.

He was going to confess he wanted her all the time. He was going to confess he'd felt like that for years. But he was saved from making a fool of himself when her phone rang.

"Answer it. It might be Matt."

He remembered his brother saying he'd check on her in the morning, to see if Orton had broken her heart or not. Maybe he should have left the whole mess to him.

Panicking, Keri found her phone and checked the caller ID.

"It's Doctor Jenkins," she frowned before she answered.

He couldn't help looking at her near naked body as she spoke.

"Yes, this is Keri Christos," she confirmed.

Maybe now was the time to go. Once he had a chance to think about this, he'd speak to Matt.

"I don't understand. I thought those tests were just routine."

That got his attention.

"You said I had a bug__"

What more could this day throw at him? He sighed and sat on the bed, knowing he was in for another shock.

"Well, you need new equipment. That's not possible. I already told you I've never___"

"I don't care if you did the tests three times, the results are completely wrong. I can prove it."

He frowned at this. So they found something wrong with her. They'd proved him right. He'd seen it from the very beginning. The question now was... what?

He immediately thought of something terminal and found himself thinking that if he was proved wrong, he'd let her strip to her little heart's content.

"Yes, I've been nauseous and throwing up. I told you all this when I came."

Another pause. Another terrible scenario played in his head.

"Um... I don't know. Three months ago maybe," she said, finally losing the fight in her as she sat heavily on the bed.

"I'll come in tomorrow," she said finally before letting the phone slide from her hands.

"What is it?" he asked straight away.

She'd lost some colour and was staring blindly in front of her.

"I'm pregnant."

He felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

Pregnant? Another man had planted their seed in her? He felt... hurt. He could admit that much. It was one thing to know she slept around. It was quite another for her to carry another man's child.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Well, what did you expect? You take your clothes off and fuck strangers for a living," he snapped as he ran his hands through his multi-coloured hair. "You fucking disgust me, Keri."

"You don't understand. As far as I know, I've never... I'm a virgin," she whispered.

That got his attention.

He turned around to face her as he burst into laughter. Keri a virgin? That had to be the joke of the fucking century.

"I'm serious," she whispered again, this time letting out a strangled cry for good measure.

Why would she lie to him like this? She obviously thought he was some sort of fucking idiot if she thought he'd believe that bullshit.

Just like that his laughter died down.

The girl was a whore. She stripped for money. And she fucked for money. She'd spent all night giving it out for free. And now she was fucking pregnant. Probably diseased, too.

All his anger returned in full force.

He should have left when he had the chance. It was too late now.

"You a virgin, Keri?" he growled as he unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers followed.

He stood there completely exposed. His anger and sexual frustration now combined to form a single, overwhelming force. He was harder than concrete. He was quite sure he'd be able to poke a hole through any hard surface.

He bent down to search his pockets before kicking his shoes, jeans and boxers off completely.

"Prove it," he growled, holding the foil packet to her face.


I bet you can't wait to see if she'll 'prove it'! I see bad things in Keri's very near future. Ha!

So she's going to see the doctor the next day and well know more of what's going on with that.

I was going to make two chapters out of this one but decided to just give it to you as it is since you've waited a while for it. Thank you for your lovely reviews, please keep 'em coming coz they make me happy. Sorry it's taken this long to update. Hospitals, doctors, midwives... hate 'em.

I haven't updated Amazing Grace this time because I had to make a few changes in the chapters I have. Sorry. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review.