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The next morning
I woke up, my head aching. It was a constant pounding. I didn't move an inch for fear of my body hurting more. The actions of last night sure made an impression on me today. I then realized I could feel a body against mine. I opened my eyes and removed my forehead from it's chest. I saw Randy Orton's sleeping face. His arm was draped over my arm, almost holding me close. We were sharing a pillow. I was more than a little confused. I shrugged it off, being too hungover and tired to process the situation. plopped my head back down on the pillow. I laid there for a few minutes before realizing that I had another arm around my waist. I rolled over onto my other side. Wade was laying on the other side of me. A part of me panicked. If this wasn't a mind fuck, I don't know what is. I was however, glad I had a king sized bed or this would have been really squished. I did however hope to god that we didn't do the unthinkable.
I crossed my fingers, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted up the blankets.
"Hallelujah!" I whispered. All three of us were clothed….well in bathing suits anyway. I was just glad that I didn't devil's three way with my best friends or anything. I could tell that I was intoxicated when I put my swimsuit on…the two pieces weren't even from the same suit. I almost laughed out loud but I managed to restrain myself. What a fucking night.
I slowly pulled their arms off of me and crawled out of the bed trying not to wake them. I got up and immediately walked into my master bathroom. For some reason my foot felt pretty good today. I happily tossed my crutch onto the ground. Good riddance! I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed some aspirin. I swallowed the pills and splashed water on my face. What a night last night was. I entered my bedroom once again, slipping on my short black silk robe to go down stairs. It barely covered my butt but provided enough coverage to be considered covered up even through I never tied the damn thing. I was startled by Wade stirring a little. I looked over at them still asleep. I laughed at the image of the two men laying in the same bed together. Suddenly, I got an idea. I grabbed a camera and took a picture of them sharing a bed. It was a priceless image after all. I knew I was being a major asshole but I couldn't help but chuckle as I took my hungover ass down stairs to the kitchen.
My feet touched down on the chilly tile of the kitchen. Rodger was preparing some food at the kitchen island. Upon hearing me, he turned to see me.
"Good morning, Ms. Sparks," Rodger said softly, aware of the hangover. A smile adorned his face. He always knew when I was getting myself into trouble with shenanigans.
"Morning, Rodger," I said slowly. My hands rubbing my temples.
"I set up your usual spot by the pool. Why don't you go out and sit and I'll bring you your latte."
"You are the best Rodge!" Rodger really was a saint. He knew me so well, he had after all, been hired help at my parents house for many years. After they died in the accident, I gave him a job at my new place. I couldn't bear to see him jobless. Plus he always knew what I needed without me having to ask. The hired help here was almost like family to me. It was nice to have people around who care about you.
I walked out to the pool and sat in my favorite lawn chair. Rodger had already set out the day's paper, some tanning oil, and the current book I'd been reading out on the side table. I took off my robe and plopped down in the chair. The tanning oil was screaming my name. I grabbed it and slathered it on my tanned skin. I was brought my latte and a pair of sunglasses.
"So much better, thank you!" I said to Rodger smiling.
"You are very welcome Nicolette."
"Sorry about the mess. We got a little crazy last night, it seems."
"It's alright, I noticed. It just gives me and Mary something to do today," he said with a chuckle.
"I know, I just feel bad."
"Don't worry, you aren't here very often so we have many easy days. This is just one of the more interesting ones. Besides, Mary already got you for making her clean so much today."
"Oh no! Not the shame wall!"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. She snapped a picture of you and your friends sleeping and put it up on the wall." I looked at the clock, it was only 10. Damn that woman moved fast. Mary was the housekeeper. She found lots of entertainment from my shenanigans over the years. She began taking pictures of some of the funny things and started putting them up on a wall in one of the rooms upstairs that I used as a study and office. It was a running joke in our house. Being shame walled was kind of a funny occurrence. It had been awhile since I'd been shame walled.
"Thank you for the heads up!" I giggled. He nodded with a smile.
"Would you like your breakfast out here today?"
"No, I'll eat with the guys in the dining room when they wake up."
"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for them." He turned and left.
I just laid lazily in my chair, feeling the warm rays of sunlight against my skin. One of my favorite parts of being home was waking up and having nothing to do but enjoy life. I must have dosed off because the next thing I knew, I was being lightly shaken by Rodger.
"Nicolette, Wade and Randy are up and waiting for you in the dining room." I stretched and hobbled over to the dinning room.
"Hello boys," I said groggily. They both chuckled at my disheveled appearance.
"Good morning," Randy said with a grin.
"Morning love," Wade said smoothly.
"So what the fuck happened last night? I don't remember like anything after the pool…." I said with a chuckle.
"I'm not so sure either, when did we order pizza?" Randy asked gesturing to the pizza boxes.
"I'm not so questioning when we ordered it, but rather why we ordered five large pizza's… since there were only three of us," Wade returned. I laughed.
"Apparently the three of us cannot handle drinking together. The game room looks like a scene from the hangover."
"I bet. I think the problem was more the fact we annihilated several bottles of liquor and not who was involved," Wade volunteered.
"Well I would like to know why all three of us slept in my bed when this house has five bedrooms!"
"Too be fair, I think that was your idea. Drunk Nicolette always has weird ideas," Wade said, a sly smile on his face.
"I recall you saying we should all sleep in your bed together because it would be like a 'real sleepover'" Randy added with a chuckle.
"That sounds like me. Thank god for my king sized bed….do you know how confusing it is to wake up between two half naked men!"
"I'd imagine you kind of didn't mind," Randy shot back with a wink.
"Oh shut up!" I said giving him a friendly slap on the arm.
We all ate our delicious breakfast, talking and laughing with one another. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. It was nice to have company around me sometimes. I didn't have a whole lot of people who I was close to. Having Randy here as well as Wade was something I could get used to.
"So what are we going to do today?" Randy asked almost excitedly.
"Uh…I don't know what do you guys want to do?" I asked him and Wade.
"How about we go to the beach? It's a beautiful day out."
"Okay, go get ready, boys."
I walked into the kitchen to find Rodger.
"Hello Rodger, breakfast was delicious."
"Why thank you Nicolette. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Can you make a picnic lunch for three? We are going to the beach."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks."
I bounced up the stairs and into my room. I rummaged through my drawer full of bikini's. I probably had about 30 swimsuits, what can I say, I loved to shop and swim. I settled for a small red push up one. It was kind of skimpy but I didn't want so many tan lines. I grabbed a denim mini skirt and threw some towels and sunscreen in a bag. I set the stuff down in the foyer next to where Rodger had put our picnic basket.
"Randy Orton! Wade Barrett! Get your asses down here! You guys take forever!" I yelled up the stairs. I could hear footsteps and Randy came down the stairs.
"Sorry I took so long, couldn't find my trunks," he said with a shrug,
"It's fine. What the hell is Wade doing up there?" I asked him.
"I have no idea. He's in the bathroom. Probably doing his hair." I laughed.
"WADE! I swear to god, if you are not down here in two minutes I'm coming up there are junk punching you!" I yelled. I immediately heard hurried footsteps as Wade came down to the foyer.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't get your knickers in a twist!" I yelled back.
"I guess that got your attention," Randy teased.
"Well when she threatens things like that, she usually follows through."
"Last time he doubted me, he was laying on the ground for twenty minutes recovering!" I said with a laugh.
"Not funny! Shall we go then?" Wade asked.
"Well if you diva's are finally done primping for the beach, yes!" I teased.
"Hey! You are wearing make up, missy! You primped," Randy teased back.
"Yes, I did. But I did it in a timely fashion."
"Oh fine. We get it, you are much faster at getting pretty than we are," Wade whined, a bit defeated.
"Damn right boys! Lets' go. I'm driving!" I declared.
"Okay," Randy said obeying.
"No way! You drive like a mad woman! Randy, you don't want her to drive you anywhere," Wade protested.
"I'm a fantastic driver, trust me," I said to Randy.
"Wade, we should just let her drive. She's got that 'I'm going to punch you' look on her face again," Randy said a little nervously. I smiled. Wade took a deep breath.
"Oh fine," He conceded.
"Good, let's get this show on the road!" I cheered.
We packed up the car and headed to the beach. This was bound to be interesting…very interesting.