Summary: Dr. Alexandra Avery ran away from a dark and glamorous past to pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor. Upon landing a job with the WWE, she meets the intensely troubled Randy Orton. Together, can they finally feel safe and wanted? (Rated M for later chapters - by later I mean sooner than you think)
Disclaimer: Yada yada yada I don't own anybody.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews on Chapter 11. I know this has been a long time coming, but I don't really have any valid excuse to my absence. Life has consumed me, I guess. I hope you enjoy and review!
Alex and Randy arrived at the plantation home the McMahons had rented for Thanksgiving weekend. Pretty lanterns and lightning bugs lit up the sprawling fields surrounding the home. The clicking sound of crickets could be heard within miles of the property. It was situated close enough to New Orleans that it wasn't a burden to drive, but it was isolated enough that the family could enjoy their holiday in peace. The house itself was an absolute majesty of French Colonial architecture.
"But isn't this racist?" asked Randy as they walked up the dirt path to the house. "I mean, it's like we're celebrating on the ground where black people were enslaved and deprived of their rights."
Alex cocked her head to the side and studied him, "Yes, in a way. I don't know. Look, Uncle Vince isn't actually the most adept when it comes to political correctness."
"I just wanted to be difficult," he grinned cheekily, "do you think it would make a good conversation starter?" She smacked him playfully as they walked up the steps to the house. They walked into the home and were led by staff into the dining room.
"Alexandra!" Vince greeted, standing from his seat at the far end of the table and walking around to kiss her on both cheeks. "I am so glad you could make it." He released her and his face changed when he saw the man she had brought in with her, "Randy," he acknowledged simply, shaking the younger man's hand. "Play nice, Uncle Vince," whispered Alex.
Dinner went smoothly with no conversations about Alex' past, Randy's wellness strikes, or questions about how plantation-style dinner parties were verging on the edge of xenophobic territory. Instead the family feasted on turkey, roasted fall vegetables, and pumpkin pie. Randy was the only one to notice Vince checking his watch every so often as if he was waiting for someone to arrive and join them for dinner.
Under the table, Alex squeezed Randy's thigh whenever the rest of the family praised him for his talent in the ring and how far he's come along since he first joined Evolution with Paul and his alter ego, Triple H. Alex' hand left Randy and her face fell when a man in his 70s walked into the room.
"Grandpa?"
"Alexandra," he walked towards where she was seated and gave the young girl a hug, "Oh, how I've missed you! You look beautiful, darling." It had been a couple of years since she had last seen her grandfather, Astley Kennedy. He was the one who saved her when she was 17 and homeless in New York. He was the one who forced her to go into rehab and get her life back on track. He was the one who encouraged her to find something she loved and supported her through her long years in medical school. He was the only family cheering her on when she graduated two years ago.
"Oh my god! It's so great to see you!" she exclaimed, "Did Uncle Vince invite you?"
Her grandfather nodded, "Yes, I heard you were doing so well with your new job at the company and I had to see it for myself. I also heard you're dating someone new. So who's the lucky guy?"
He looked around the room and his eyes instantly fell on the man sitting beside his granddaughter. Randy stood up to shake his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy. I'm Randy Orton." Astley firmly shook his hand and studied him momentarily. His shirt revealed more tattoos for his liking and he was clearly one of Vince's wrestlers judging from his build. Astley wasn't a fan from the get-go, but he was willing to give the boy a chance especially for the sake of Alexandra.
Alex was excited that her grandfather was here because there wasn't a man she respected more in her life. At the same time, she questioned Vince's intentions of calling him up in LA to tell him to come to New Orleans and meet the man dating his granddaughter. She knew Vince didn't trust Randy so he definitely was hoping that Alex' grandfather would make her reconsider her relationship with the wrestler.
They transferred into the living room where Vince and Astley shared stories over two glasses of scotch. Once Alex approached them with Randy in tow, Vince found the perfect opportunity to set his plan in motion.
"Astley, this young man, right here, is one of my most talented wrestlers. In fact, I don't know if you know this but he's a third-generations superstar. His grandfather wrestled for my father and him and his father have wrestled under my promotion."
Astley nodded his head approvingly, "A legacy… I can drink to that."
Randy smiled, but he was dangerously aware of how nice his boss was being, but he decided to take the compliment anyway. He really wanted to impress Alex' grandfather. "Thank you, sir."
So Randy, what else do you like to do besides wrestling?"
Randy cleared his throat, "Well, sir, wrestling is in my blood and it's something I'm constantly working on and something I definitely want to teach to the younger rookies. I also play sports on my downtime, and hang out… preferably with this lady right here." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled.
"I asked because you have a face for film, young man," said Astley, "you have that Hollywood look that propelled men like Dwayne Johnson to fame."
"Really?" Randy asked incredulously; he couldn't help but be flattered at his words. After all, he was one of the most renowned producers in Hollywood.
Vince nodded, taking a sip of his scotch, "I can see that. That's one of the reasons Randy's been so marketable since he started working for WWE," he paused and glanced from Alex and back to his cousin, Astley, "but while Randy has the look, I don't think he has quite the same charm as Dwayne."
And this was the moment Alex was dreading all night. Her face fell and all she wanted was to take Randy's hand and run away. "Why do you say that? I think he's quite charming," the 70 year-old replied innocently.
"Believe me, Randy's a charmer," he raised his glass towards a seething Randy, "Just not the kind of charmer that would get along with the crew, directors, producers…" he trailed off, looking into the distance as if the list could go on. "He might get along with production assistants, you know the ones who run around and get things for you."
"Unlce Vince," Alex glared at her godfather. She squeezed Randy's hand when she noticed his jaw tighten and his biceps flex under his shirt. "Oh, this is just innocent ribbing between two co-workers." The only difference was Vince was Randy's boss and the wrestler was already in deep water; he couldn't afford to dish back.
"Why would you say he wouldn't get along with directors?" Astley asked confused, "and why would he work well with P.A.s?
Vince snickered, "Randy has a bit of a temper when it comes to authority figures and, even, colleagues – let's just leave it at that. As for production assistants, isn't part of the job running and getting whatever the talent wants? In some cases, running between the addict and the dealer?"
Astley's eyebrows raised as he looked from his cousin to the couple standing before him. "What is going on here, Alexandra? Is this a joke?"
Alex hesitated. She didn't know what to say or what to do. She wanted to scream at Vince and tell him that he did a shitty thing bringing up Randy's drug problems in front of her grandfather. At the same time, she knew it was true and there was little she could do to defend the man at her side. "Grandpa, I swear Randy's not like that."
"Is this true?" he asked Vince, but the WWE chairman merely shrugged. He looked up and locked eyes with Randy, "Are you a drug addict?" He asked calmly. Randy kept his blue eyes locked on the older man's; he could feel his girlfriend's hand squeeze even harder than before. "Are you a drug addict?" Astley Kennedy asked louder this time, garnering the attention of the other people in the room. This time he yelled, "Answer me, boy, are you a drug addict?"
Randy broke his stare and looked down on the ground. That was his answer. Astley turned to his granddaughter and looked at her dejectedly, "Have you relapsed?"
"No."
"Then what the hell are you doing with this addict? Get your shit straight, Alexandra, or I swear to god, I will send you back to rehab."
"Grandpa!" She cried when he walked towards the door and out the room. She turned to Vince, "Look what you've done," she spat before running after her grandfather. Once Alex left his side, Randy looked up to face the menacing features of his boss. He swallowed the last bit of his drink and set it down on the counter, "I hope this teaches you a valuable lesson not to get anywhere near Alexandra." Randy nodded his head, "You're right. I'm no good for her and you've all made yourselves clear."
She ran up the dirt pathway to find the car still parked in the distance. Randy hadn't left yet. Knocking on the window, she broke his thoughts and she could see that he had been visibly distraught over the night's events. He unlocked the door and she walked around the car to climb into the passenger's seat. They sat in silence for a few minutes before she spoke.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. They were right. I'm no good for you."
"No, don't say that, Randy. That isn't true."
He shook his head, "Keep trying to convince yourself, Doc. It's not going to change facts."
"But you're clean now."
Randy laughed, "I've been clean for four days. That means shit to your grandpa."
"You're trying and that's all I can ask from you –"
"Is it though, Alex? I mean, you couldn't have even defended me in there? You couldn't have told them that I was clean now? You couldn't have told them that I was a better man since you came into my life?" His eyes bore into hers, watching as tears slowly stained her cheeks. "It doesn't matter anyway," he scoffed, "I won' be going anywhere near you from now on."
"Randy, please don't say that," she reached for his face but she could only feel the tension in his jaw, "I don't care what they think. I just know that I want to be with you."
He eased into her caress and held her hand against hers, "Alex, ever since the night you left me at my hotel room I had this moment of clarity; and I knew that I'd rather snap my shoulder in half than spend a second without you in my life." He leaned towards her and rested his forehead against hers, "I know I have a long way to go, but fuck… I've never felt this gnawing, consuming need with weed or painkillers before. Fuck, Alex. I'm addicted to you."
She crashed her lips to his and he quickly returned with passion. Swiftly, he pulled her shirt over her head and kneaded her breasts. She moaned into his lips as they kissed tenderly. "Randy," she groaned as he massaged the hard peaks that had formed under her lace bra. His lips trailed down to her neck, sucking hard and deep. She knew he'd leave a mark but this time, she didn't care. She relished the feeling of his hands on her hips and his tongue on her clavicle. Her hands grasped for the belt on his jeans and she hastily unbuckled his jeans, "I want you so bad," she murmured as his teeth tugged on her hardened nipple. Alex moved to the driver's side to straddle him; she lowered her head to capture his lips in a heated kiss.
She kissed along his jaw line as his hands fumbled with her constricting jeans. She trailed fervent kisses up to his ear, sucking on his earlobe. "I need you," her teeth tugged on his ear. "Please," she cried desperately just as his fingers had found her hot, wet center. As his thumb circled her throbbing nub, he inserted an index finger into her awaiting core. She moaned into his ear, making him even harder. Alex could feel him strain against the fabric of his jeans. She lowered herself on his skillful hands and groaned at the pleasure pulsing through her veins. Despite her state of rapture, she managed to push Randy's jeans and boxers down his thighs. Taking his manhood in her hands, she began to stroke him in rhythm with his own movements.
"I need to feel you, Alex," he groaned breathlessly, completely consumed by the feel of her hands. She kissed him deeply, holding his face in her hands. Randy leaned her against the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off. They both laughed as they held each other's faces and stared deeply into each other's eyes. Without notice, Randy lifted Alex' hips and drove into her.
Her body had a mind of its own as it thrashed violently against his pulverizing thrusts. She ground her hips against his, causing him to roll his eyes back. "Fuck," he cursed as she continued to gyrate and tighten her core around his swelling cock. "You're insatiable," he grinned as he kissed her. He resumed his thrusts, quickening the pace until Alex could no longer match him. Her breasts bounced freely as she was close, so close, to coming. "Randy," she threw her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on his chest. The feel of her hot orgasm coursing through her body had been enough to send Randy into his own, and then he filled her completely.
