Crowned
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Chapter12
Randy came in the house and saw picture spread out on the dining room table. He looked at them. They were posed pictures of Paige, one had her in 50's like clothes, 60's, 7O's and 40's clothes. The 50's picture was in black and white, he hair was up in a ponytail with a ribbon tied in it, she was wearing a poodle skirt and a sweater, she had on white Keds and white socks that covered her ankles. She was sitting on what looked like a stool in a diner with a milkshake in her hand. The 60's one had her dressed as a singer in front of an old fashioned microphone, her hair was very big and sat up high, she had on a long sequined dress and white gloves. The 70's one had her in a belly shirt and blue bell bottoms, her hair was parted down the middle and was super straight, she had on a brown vest and a dark purple headband in her hair, to top it off she had large hoop earrings and large oversized sunglasses on. The 20's one had her dressed in a blue flapper dress that brought her eyes out perfectly, she sat at a little table with a martini in hand, her lipstick was a dark sexy shade of red and so were her fingernails. She had the sexiest look on her face that Randy had ever seen and it only made him want her more.
"Do you like them? We shot those during the tour, every girl got them for free." She asked from behind him, Randy thought she looked so cute in her oversized light blue button up shirt and white cargo short shorts.
"Yea, these are great." He told her.
"I really like the 20's one." She said.
"It's so unlike you, I mean it brings out your sex appeal." He told her and then immediately regretted it. "Not that you're not sexy, but this takes to a whole new level." He told her. Paige could feel her face turning bright red and tried to hide it.
"Are you blushing?" He asked her.
"No,"
"Yes you are, I don't believe I made you blush." He laughed.
"I have to…go upstairs for a second." She said.
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John had asked Paige to be his date for the black and white ball Mr. McMahon was throwing, she had spent weeks trying to find a dress, John had decided that this was the night he was going to get from Paige what she had never given anyone, partly because he wanted it badly, but mostly because he knew it was the one thing Randy couldn't have. He smiled to himself as he did his bowtie, he whistled to himself as he headed downstairs to the waiting limo.
"Thanks so much Tor for agreeing to go with me at the last minute." Randy told her, Torrie and Randy were going as friends.
"No problem, Peter got a stomach virus at the last minute, so it worked out perfectly, Paige, do you need any help up there?" Torrie called to her.
"No, I'm coming down." She called back, the down. Paige descended the stairs holding her dress up so she wouldn't fall, her hair and make-up and everything else about her was flawless. The dress was white with tiny little black beads all over it, it was strapless and the bottom was poofed out, there were more black beads at the bottom and they got scarce as they reached the top creating a fading effect. Her hair was in a high bun and she had a little silver comb in the front of it with little silver rhinestones on the front part. Randy's words were caught in his throat as he watched her come down the stairs. She slowly walked over.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"You look…wow." Was all Randy could say, Paige blushed a little and then turned her attention to Torrie.
"Thanks for doing my hair, it looks great." Paige told her.
"You look great." She told her. The doorbell rang, and Torrie opened it.
"Hey John, she's all ready." Torrie said letting him in. The four walked out to their separate limos. Once in the limo John turned to Paige.
"You look really beautiful tonight." He told her.
"Thanks," She said.
"Paige, I…love you." He told her.
"John I…" She trailed off, he kissed her passionately on the lips. He could feel her melting and decided now was time to drop the bomb on her.
"I just want tonight to be about us, just let me make love to you tonight." He said. She searched his eyes and smiled.
"Okay, after the party." She told him, was this what she wanted? She didn't want to tell him no after he had poured his heart out, and besides, it was time she was twenty-one years old and virginity was outdated. Her thoughts were brought to a halt as they pulled up to the banquet hall, the driver opened the door for them, John got out first and then helped Paige out. He saw her hands were shaking slightly.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm just a little nervous." She said.
"Relax and just stay close to me, you'll have a great time." He told her. He was right, she was having a great time, and she met retired wrestlers and wrestlers she hadn't met before. Paige couldn't help but notice how good Randy looked in his black pants and white tuxedo with his little black bowtie. She was sitting at their table sipping her Champaign, John leaned over to her.
"I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom." He told her, he got up and went to the main lobby where the bathrooms were.
"Care to dance?" A deep voice came from above; she looked up into Randy's deep blue eyes and smiled.
"Sure," She said as he took her hand and pulled her up from her seat. They band started playing 'Knocks me off my feet' by Stevie Wonder. Paige placed one hand in Randy's and put the other on his shoulder as he put the other on the small over her back.
There's supmtin'bout your love
That makes me weak and
Knocks me off my feet
Knocks me off my feet
I don't want to bore you with it
Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you
I don't want to bore you with it
Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you
More and more
Randy and Paige never broke eye contact when they were dancing.
"You look really beautiful tonight." Randy told her, he cheeks started to turn red.
"Thanks, you too, I mean you look really handsome." She smiled. Without even noticing, they had closed off any space between their bodies. Paige could feel Randy's heart was beating rapidly, and his hands were shaking a little, was he nervous? John came back from the bathroom and saw them, the look in their eyes. They were mesmerized by each other. Paige was looking at Randy in a way she had never looked at John and he snapped. He walked right up to the and pulled Randy off by his shoulder and punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the floor.
"John, what the hell is the matter with you!" Paige demanded as she knelt down to Randy who was now holding his jaw. The band had stopped playing and everyone was looking at them.
"Are you kidding Paige, he's been trying to rip us apart!" John yelled back.
"Oh, please John, why don't you tell her about all those girls when you're on the road." Randy shot back as he got to his feet. John tried his best to ignore Paige's eyes.
"John, please tell me that's not true." Paige was on the verge of tears. John didn't answer.
"John," She said again. He looked up at her.
"Paige I-" He started but she smacked him hard across the face, it echoed through the room. Paige picked up her dress and rushed out of the room. Randy went after her. She pushed through the heavy front doors of the entrance, her hair had come down and it had started raining hard.
"Paige wait," Randy came outside and grabbed her arm.
"Why did he do this to me, he told me he loved me." Her mascara ran down her cheeks and he dress was soaking wet.
"I don't know, you deserve better." He told her.
"Do I really, I've struck out every time, maybe I'm not meant to be happy." She said. Randy grabbed her shoulders and made her face him.
"No, you deserve someone who truly loves you, you are the most amazing person I've ever met, you're beautiful on the inside and out, you don't deserve anything but the best." He told her, he searched her bloodshot eyes and tear streaked face and finally…kissed her. He wasn't drunk this time, it was real. It was the kind of kiss that every girl dreams about getting one day. He slid his hand under hair as they deepened the kiss; she opened her mouth and allowed Randy's tongue to roam her mouth. Her knees started to go weak, but Randy caught her around her waist. They were soaking wet, but they didn't care. Paige broke the kiss and looked Randy in his eyes, those loving eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't." She told him, picking up her dress again and jumping in the limo. She left Randy there stunned.
Paige rushed up the front steps and into the house. She went upstairs to the bathroom to wash her face. Why did he kiss her like that? Why had she let him? No one had ever made her weak in the knees like that. She had never met a guy who was so sweet and caring, and the second he shows how he feels she runs away. She let the cold water hit her face, when she leaned back up in the mirror someone was behind her, she screamed and they grabbed her. Paige pushed off of the sink with her feet, knocking the person back and ran into the upstairs hallway she had gotten to the stairs when she was grabbed, the person spun her around and backhanded her hard across the face and then threw her against the wall, knocking her out cold. They took her under the armpits and dragged her down the stairs, threw her in the back of their car and sped off.
Randy got to the house shortly after. Funny, he thought he had locked the front door.
"Paige, are you here?" He called, and got no answer. He looked in her room, but she wasn't there her purse wasn't there either, maybe she hadn't com in yet. Randy went to his room and changed out of his wet clothes and went to bed.
