Chapter 26

Her eyebrow quirked in question as she leaned against the stick, pursing her lips together, looking intrigued. "I would win." She stated confidently, seeing his eyebrow shoot up and giggled when he missed, biting her bottom lip. "Oops, my turn!" She grinned and measured the balls, being careful of her dress even though it was low enough to where even if she bent over she wouldn't flash anyone, finally taking her shot. She ended up sinking three more, scratching again on the last one, before the eight ball. "If I scratch on the eight ball I'm going to be pissed." She muttered good-naturedly before downing half her 7up.

Randy took his shots, not surprised when he scratched, shaking his head. So she thought she would win, he was going to test that one out, smirking at the very thought. He already had a few holds planned, just imagining Jaina in them making him break out in a sweat, damn his overactive mind. When she went to shoot again, he rubbed the tip of his pool stick against her inner thigh, chuckling when she scratched.

"My turn?" He asked innocently, blue eyes flashing wickedly.

He was playing dirty and, if there was one thing Jaina could do, it was that. "Hmm...That should be an easy shot." She murmured thoughtfully, bending over to where he could have a clearer view of her breasts. Seeing his eyes lock on them, Jaina squeezed them together just as he took his shot, missing as it bounced back and forth on the table, smiling innocently. "My turn, nice try champ." She winked, seeing how flustered he was and took her shot, sinking it before eyeballing the black ball before her. Hmm...This was tricky. She put the cue stick behind her and shot at an angle, sinking it after calling it, grinning from ear to ear when Randy's jaw dropped. "Good game."

"Oh no you wench." Randy growled, shaking his head and set down his stick, moving so he was standing in front of her. A second later, he had lifted Jaina up and planted her on the pool table, drawing her legs around his waist. "You cheat." He grumbled, planting chaste kisses along her shoulder. "My little vixen..."

"You cheat too." She shot back in a lower voice, giggling evilly and licked her glossy lips at the feeling of his lips running down her shoulder and back up again, slowly pulling back. "If you want to continue this, we're going to the hotel."

She kissed him soundly, before sliding off of the pool table, smoothing her dress down after her feet landed on the floor. Winking over her shoulder at him, Jaina went to eat her spaghetti dinner, grabbing her purse and drink on the way. Randy needed a moment, she was sure of it.

He needed a moment all right, he needed two. After signaling for another beer, two actually, he headed for the bathroom, figuring some cold water couldn't hurt.

~!~

"Having issues?" Paul asked from his place at the urinal, snorting when Randy just groaned. "Fuck her and get it over with."

"Do you fucking mind? Don't talk to me while you're pissing."

"Actually, I'm jacking off to thoughts of your woman."

~!~

"How're you eating that much?"

"You used to eat like a damn bird." David and Ric were floored as they watched Jaina eat her spaghetti, or mowed it, they weren't quite sure.

Jaina shrugged, swallowing before wiping her mouth off, taking another one. She loved pasta. "I only made you all think I didn't eat regularly because of Paul calling me fat and whatnot. But you know what? I don't care. I don't give a damn what any of you think. I'm eating what I want, doing what I want, and being who I really am from now on." Being in Florida had put a lot of things in perspective for her and now Randy loved her. She was on top of the world and wasn't even Women's Champion yet.

"You know something, I bet you're pregnant." David said after a minute, watching with wide eyes as she devoured that plate, wondering if she was aware she had sauce on her lips. Apparently she was because her pink tongue darted out to catch it, eliciting a groan from him.

"Have to have sex to get pregnant." Ric pointed out.

"No shit."

"I haven't had sex in three years, David." She stated, smirking when his eyes widened, and giggled as she dabbed her mouth again. "You can ask Randy about my appetite. I damn near ate HIM under the table when we were in Florida." She remembered the three plates of spaghetti, along with the other meals she cooked, missing home more than words could say. "Randy, tell David how much I can pack away." She said sweetly, seeing him walk up with a smirk and finished her plate of spaghetti off, along with the garlic bread, sighing in contentment.

"She can pack away half a pot of pasta and the pot is this-" He gestured with his hands, smirking. "Big."

"Bullshit, bull fucking shit." David shook his head, studying her, still unable to wrap his mind around her not having sex in three years. The woman was a nun and probably needed to dust the cobwebs from her pussy.

"I'm serious man."

Jaina giggled and kissed Randy's lips softly, before scooting over so he could sit back down, leaning against him. "See, whenever you four would go to bed, I would order room service without any of you knowing." She grinned when Paul's eyes shot out of their sockets, giggling uncontrollably. "I have high metabolism. And David, honey, the reason I haven't had sex in three years is because these..." She held her fingers up, causing him to groan again in his beer. "Have been getting the job done for me." She shrugged when Randy kissed her shoulder. "Well, up until now, I hope."

"Better keep your fingers flexible." Paul snorted, shaking his head, and grinned when Randy flipped him off. "Chill out kid, I'm sure you'll get the job done."

"THREE years?" Ric was positively floored.

"He'd have to get the job done; her fingers can't be that damn good."

"Well, unless she has limited experience."

"Do you three mind?" Randy was becoming mildly irritated by the change in topic.

"Yes, three years. I've been with Randy for nearly two and a half professionally, until now." Jaina wasn't kidding when she said she'd been valeting Randy since the beginning, looking up at him with a smile, and felt him kiss the top of her head. "My ex couldn't handle me being on the road all the time." She shrugged nonchalantly with a roll of her eyes. "After that, I just lost interest and focused on my career, though somehow, Randy managed to worm his way in." Her gaze turned to Paul, smirking wickedly at his big, bruised nose. "I want to thank you, Paul and David, for sending Randy to Florida. It cleared up a lot of things for me, made me realize how foolish I was being giving a damn what you think. You both did us a world of good because now I know the REAL Randy Orton, not the cocky bastard you all portrayed him to be."

"Wow, and here I thought you had finally learned to not be such a cunt." Paul said casually, leaning back in his seat, and slammed his shot. It took a fair amount to get him drunk, let alone buzzed, hazel eyes staring coldly at her.

"Come on, we're celebrating here, you two kids need to chill out."

"Yeah, how about a toast to the youngest champion ever?" Ric raised his glass, shooting Paul a pleading look.

Jaina's blood was BOILING and kept that smile on her face, though the anger was clear as day in her eyes. She wasn't going to ruin this night for Randy and wouldn't allow Paul to do it either, raising her glass as well, feeling Randy's lips on hers a second later, the anger instantly diminishing. He knew just what to do to calm her down and sipped the rest of her 7up, declining a shot from Ric.

"Designated driver, honey." She winked when he nodded, before getting a refill, wanting to punch Paul's lights out or kick them, whichever came first. 'Tomorrow night, it's on.' She thought angrily; ready to get out of this group once and for all.

It was all too easy to see the anger in her eyes and that just made him smirk, toasting Randy, before raising his shot glass to Jaina, tossing it down his throat, licking his lips. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Randy had missed that entirely, having been distracted by something Ric was saying, grinning at Jaina. "Smile honey." He coaxed, knowing she didn't want to be here, but he couldn't just ditch Evolution.

"I'll be right back." She flashed Randy a smile and kissed his lips before scooting out of the booth; luckily she was sitting on the outside, taking her purse with her and walked out of the bar. As soon as she was outside, Jaina began kicking the wall, stomping on the sidewalk, anything she could think of, picturing Paul's head on a platter. 'I'm going to fucking KILL him! I'm going to cut his balls off and hang them on my goddamn Christmas tree! I'm going to make him wish he never MET me!' Her mind screamed, anger pouring out of every pore of her body and walked to the car, sliding inside and pressed her forehead to the wheel. She wasn't leaving; she just needed a minute before she blew up and took this town with her. "God less than twenty four hours and we'll be free..."

~!~

"What's her deal?" David asked, glancing at Randy, all four men turning to look out toward the door.

"She's probably tired." Randy said bluntly. 'Of all you fuckers.' He mentally added, accepting his fourth beer of the night, declining yet another offer of a shot from Paul. "I don't know about you, man, but I like being able to keep it up."

Paul couldn't wait for tomorrow, both these bitches were going to get their worlds sent out of orbit.

~!~

After getting her anger out, deciding to leave her purse in the car but keeping the keys, Jaina reluctantly walked back inside the bar and headed toward the table. 'Just a few more hours.' She kept reminding herself, taking a deep breath, and slid back inside. "Sorry about that." She apologized with a smile, the anger out of her eyes, deciding to let it simmer until tomorrow night. Paul wouldn't know what hit him and sipped her drink while Randy had his fourth beer. She was keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the night and just listened to the guys talk, drowning them out for the most part.

"Alright, we're leaving." Randy said, having stayed longer than he had intended, but Paul and David kept him playing pool, Ric just enjoying bantering with Jaina. "We are LEAVING."

"Don't tell me she has you whipped already." Paul taunted, shirt unbuttoned, face ruddy from how much he had drank. "You used to stay out all goddamn night, wimp."

"I'm a champion now, man, gotta make sure I stay that way, you know?"

"Besides, unlike you all, he still has a long night ahead of him." Jaina giggled when Paul flushed angrily, pulling Randy with her, flipping her honey blonde hair over her shoulder as she lead Randy past them. "See you all tomorrow. Don't worry, Paulie, I'll have him nice and stretched out for your match." Jaina winked up at Randy, who was looking more than amused, keys in hand as she lead the champion out the door, laughing as soon as they were out of earshot from Evolution. "I couldn't help it. That was too good to pass up." They walked to the rental and slid inside.

"Yeah, yeah, bait him. Might as well, soon he'll be-" Randy smirked when she kissed him, wrapping an arm around her, and leaned across the seat to return it. "Trying to shut me up?" He growled against her lips, rolling his eyes when she just gave him an innocent smile and went for another cigarette, leaning his head back against the seat. "You nervous about tomorrow?"

"I'd be lying if I said no, but I know it'll be worth it for both of us." She replied softly, knowing Randy was probably having butterflies in his stomach, and took a deep breath before pulling out of there.

They wouldn't have sex tonight, she was sure of it. Randy had to rest up for his match against Paul tomorrow night. The plan was simple. She was going to run interference, nail Paul in the balls, and that would effectively end their run with Evolution. Randy was going to come out in the beginning of the night to do a promo without Evolution and then Paul was going to come out and make a challenge because the title belonged to him. Jaina snorted, shaking her head at the thought, and focused on the road. Tomorrow, they were finally just Randy and Jaina, no longer apart of Evolution.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of their running spree. Randy knew damn well Paul was going to totally lose it when he found out he had been double crossed, even if he himself was planning on doing it to them. Double standards at its finest. Until things simmered down, no doubt Randy and Jaina would be playing the cat and mouse game, but in the end it would all be worth it because they'd be on their own.

They arrived at the hotel twenty minutes later and Jaina was dead on her feet, along with Randy, the adrenaline wearing off. She cut the ignition and slid out of the car, taking her purse with her, and knew she would have to return this dress tomorrow night on Raw. Yawning, Jaina took Randy's hand as they walked inside the back way, already having their keycards, and went up to the suite. She stepped inside, Randy following, and kicked her heels off before stretching her arms in the air, cracking her back.

"I'm going to change." She murmured, pulling out a nightgown from her bag and walked in the bathroom, not wanting to torture him anymore.

Randy grunted in response, weariness beginning to overtake him now that there was a bed in plain sight. He somehow managed to get out of his clothes, tripping on his own shoes, before stumbling into bed. Slipping under the blankets and waiting for her, Randy wondered if she was going to sleep in pajamas. Their first night together, truly, and he was too tired to make love to her. He was an ass.

Jaina walked out a few minutes later in a simple blue nightgown that was spaghetti strapped and went to her knees, seeing how tired he was. She didn't blame him. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about sex anyway. She slid into bed, smiling when Randy instantly pulled her into his arms, and kissed her neck and shoulder.

"We have plenty of time." She murmured, lacing their fingers together, and placed them over her heart. "Tomorrow night, the REAL celebration will begin. I love you." She snuggled against him, feeling him spoon with her, and sighed in contentment.

Nodding, Randy kissed the top of her head and tried to stifle a yawn. "Sorry, Jai." He whispered apologetically, knowing he had to drag his ass out of bed and go brush his teeth. Possibly grab a quick shower so he didn't kill her with the scent of smoke and beer. "I love you, Jaina." He yawned again, closing his eyes.

She smiled and turned her head as their lips brushed together, inhaling his scent. "You're fine, don't worry about it."

The longer they waited, the more intense and explosive their first time together would be. Of course, Paul didn't need to know they didn't have sex, smirking at the thought. With Randy on her mind and tomorrow night's events that would occur, Jaina drifted off into a deep slumber. They would need all the sleep they could get with what was to come.