I'm baaaack! For those of you that live in the States, I hope you had an awesome and safe 4th of July! The rest of you, I hope you had a awesome weekend...even though it was 4 days ago, lol. Anywho, here is chapter 8 and I think you guys are going to like it. At least I hope you will! Let me know what you think! :D

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I only own Lucy. And alongside my little (almost 14 year old :( )Teacup Pomeranian, Rocky, Drew owns my heart. Yeah, I know corny, but I don't care xD

Enjoy!


Randy POV

The second I walk out of the tent, I'm grabbed by the front of my shirt with force by Drew, "what did you say to her?" He grounds out, shaking me in the process.

Shoving Drew forcefully off of me, I give him a hard push for extra measure, "you need to calm down…now! You overreacted in there and you're not going to take it out on me! I said nothing to her, I was there for her as a friend, like I have been this whole time. She knows she can confide in me, unlike you at the moment," I tell him bluntly and Drew looks at me with a dumbfounded look.

I look around and see a few men looking in our direction. I groan out a huff and not so nicely drag Drew into an empty tent, where we can speak more freely. "What the hell is your problem, Drew? Why are you acting like a jealous asshole?" I ask my best friend, looking at him in confusion.

"Because I can't lose her, Randy," he replies, brokenly, "you know how insecure I get and when Lucy looked at you the way she did as I walked in earlier, I thought she was changing her mind about me; I thought I was losing her to you," Drew confesses and I look at him in disbelief.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind? How many times do I have to tell you, that she doesn't feel for me the way she does you. Yes, she finds it easy to talk to me, but she would never let me touch her the way she let you this morning. Lucy wants you, Drew. Not me. I can see it in the way she looks at you and the way she acts towards you. She is just afraid to act upon it herself. Why do you think you've had to make the first move each time? She doesn't know how to, man. And with you getting mad at her for coming to my defense, isn't going to help you; you're only going to push her away," I try to explain to Drew and he looks at me defeated.

"What am I suppose to do? Lucy doesn't want to be anywhere around me. She looked at you for help because of me. How do you think that makes me feel? I feel like I'm failing her, Randy," Drew expresses to me and I look at him with sad eyes.

The first thing I have to say to him will change the direction of this conversation drastically and hopefully, it will go in the right direction. "You love her," I say pointblank and Drew can't meet my gaze, so I repeat myself, "you love her, don't you?" I ask this time, not taking my eyes off him.

Drew takes a big breath and looks up at me with a conflicted stare, but answers me regardless. He nods his head, just as I knew he would, "I do. I know I shouldn't…at least not this quickly, but I do," he tells me, his voice hoarse.

"Then why the hell are you getting mad at her for something so stupid, that you shouldn't be getting mad at to begin with? She is in your bed, Drew. Not mine…yours. So, you need to get your shit together and show her that you're not a complete idiot, by not scaring her for something so juvenile. Don't even argue with me about it because you know I'm right, Drew. Treat her like she's never been treated before, show her love…not fear and then maybe…just maybe, she won't be so afraid of you," I tell him.

"Aye, I know; you're right. I'll go back and talk to her and apologize. I don't want her to fear me, I want her to want me," Drew replies and stands up, but I stop him from going any further.

"Not right now. I have no doubt she is out like a light. I don't know if you saw it or not, but she was dead tired, so I told her to go back to sleep. Wait a little bit before going back to her. Let her calm down some," I say and Drew heaves a big sigh, nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah, you're right. She is also in a lot of pain still from last night," Drew says, his voice becoming hard and I don't blame him for it, I'm just as pissed at the motherfucker as he is. "I just don't know what to do to pass the time; I'm all caught up in everything and we travel back home tomorrow," Drew adds on and his stomach answers for him.

"How about you go get something to eat? You haven't had anything since yesterday and it's well past noon," I suggest with a grin and Drew laughs in agreement.

Drew POV

"Yeah, you're probably right," I chuckle and go grab something to eat to pass time before going to see and fix things with Lucy.

About an hour passes before I hear a small timid voice call my name. "Drew?" Lucy calls for me and I turn around in my seat to find her walking through the opening of the tent. A large smile graces my features upon seeing her beautiful face.

"Lucy, what are you doing up? I thought I told you to stay in bed because of your injuries," I tell her softly, my eyes following her as she makes her way towards me. She gingerly takes the spot next to me and looks up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes.

"I know you did," she answers, "but I feel a little bit better than I did this morning. I did need the food and rest," Lucy tells me and looks down at my plate, stealing a piece of potato to pop into her mouth. I watch her chew and swallow the food before I say anything.

I turn my body towards Lucy and gently take one of her hands in mine. Thankfully, she lets me do so and doesn't pull away. I press my lips to her hand before speaking, "I'm so sorry I raised my voice at you, Lucy. I had no right to. I got…I was," I begin and take a deep breath, "jealous that you were defending him against me. I was afraid that I was losing you to him," I whisper, ashamed of myself.

Lucy shifts her own body towards me and pulls her hand from my grip before taking my hand in her own. She plays with my fingers before she responds to me. I'm not going to lie, the anticipation of waiting for her response is killing me.

"It's okay; I forgive you," Lucy tells me, looking up into my eyes and she can see everything I feel for her conveyed through them, "and you have no reason to be jealous, Drew. I've become very fond of Randy, yes. But he is not you. I don't want him…I want you. You won't lose me to Randy, Drew…ever. I can promise you that," she tells and I can hear the truth in her words.

I want so badly to pull her into my arms, but I don't want to hurt her nor make her uncomfortable. I've already done enough of that. Lucy releases one of her hands from mine and places it flat on my cheek. I can't help but gently nuzzle her palm and press a kiss there before returning my stare to hers.

Lucy smiles up at me from the gesture and lightly rubs her thumb on the skin there, "I'm falling for you, Drew and it scares the hell out of me because I've never felt this way before. It's a foreign feeling for me, so I don't know how to react to it," she confesses to me and my heart begins to palpitate in my chest at her admission.

I smile widely down at her and press a hard kiss to her lips. Lucy cries out in pain from her split lip and I pull away slightly, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you," I whisper, resting my forehead upon hers, "you've just made me so happy," I tell Lucy and I can see her smiling at me through the small distance.

"It's alright," Lucy replies in a whisper herself and reclaims my lips with her own. We keep the kiss going until air becomes a necessity for both of us. Panting, I rest my forehead against Lucy's once more and pull her closer to me. "You make me happy, too, Drew. It's probably going to take me a bit to not become so fearful of you at times, so please just be patient with me," Lucy requests and I will not deny her.

I press a quick soft kiss to Lucy's lips before pulling away so I can look down into her brown eyes, "take all the time you need, baby. I will wait for you. Forever if I have to," I add on with a small grin and she smiles big at me, but suddenly it drops. "What's wrong, love?" I ask, petting her hair, before tucking it behind her ear.

"Won't it be frowned upon for a King to have any sort of relation with a woman outside of marriage?" Lucy asks me hesitantly, "let alone someone who isn't even royalty?" She adds on and looks down at her hands, wringing them together.

"Typically, yes…it would be frowned upon and unacceptable for royalty to be in relations with someone who is not, but I'm king now and I have the power to change that. And I'm going to, because I want to be with you, Lucy. I just hope that one day, you will want the same," I tell her, allowing my vulnerability to show. I want Lucy to know I meant every word.

"While you do some things that do frighten me, I do like you, Drew...a lot...and you are growing on me. You coming to my rescue last night definitely helped in your favor," Lucy says, grinning up at me, "and with the way you defended me, I will forever be grateful to you for that. While I didn't see anything, I did hear my father beg for mercy and I'm glad you didn't show him any; he deserved what he got…it was a relief getting to know he felt only a fraction of what he's done to me. So, thank you for that," she tells me, reaching a hand up to wrap around my neck.

"Believe me, when I saw him on top of you, I saw red. I wanted to kill him, but I didn't want to frighten you any more than I knew you already were, so I just roughed him up a little bit. I'd do anything for you, Lucy. I hope you know that," I tell her, lifting my own hand to frame her face, stroking my thumb against her cheek.

"I do now," Lucy replies, rubbing her own thumb against the skin of my neck and lifts her head to press a kiss to my lips, which I gladly return. "I do have something to tell you regarding you and my father," she tells me after we part from the kiss and I pull back some, lifting a brow in sheer curiosity.

"Oh really? Do tell; I'm actually quite intrigued to hear this," I reply, turning towards Lucy more and wrap an arm around her waist."Well, he accused me of lying saying that you didn't rescue me and how you would be stupid to want anything to do with me," Lucy begins and my brows shoot up into my hairline, "it only gets better," she tells me, "I stood up for you and told him that he was stupid for even implying that you were. That you were nothing but kind to me and never laid a hand on me. He…" Lucy starts and hesitates to tell me what is on her mind.

"It's alright, love. You can tell me," I tell her calmly, although I have a feeling I'm not going to like what she is about to tell me and the next words to come out of Lucy's mouth prove me right.

"He…he called me a whore and said that I and I quote 'let me take it up the ass for you' like the whore that I am. He also said that you probably just used me for a quick fuck and tossed me aside like the trash that I am," she tells me and it takes everything in me not to react the way I want to in front of Lucy.

My body stiffens and I pull Lucy up against me and hold her close, cocooning her in my embrace. I press my face into her hair and place a kiss there. "I will never…ever think that about you. I would never use you like that, either. My respect for you is infinite, Lucy and that's never going to change. It'll only get stronger," I tell her with so much conviction, I have to force myself not to show my emotions.

Lucy grabs my arm, hooking her hands around my forearm and burrows deeper into me, "I know you do and I know you would never think so ill of me, nor use me. I hope you know the feeling is mutual. I don't care that you are king," Lucy says and pulls back some to look up at me, "honestly, it would have been easier if you weren't king because then I wouldn't be judged for a nobody like me to be with someone as important as you. But like I said, I don't care that you are king; that will never change my view of you and how I feel," she tells me, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.

I take in a shuddering breath, not only from her admission, but when her lips land on my skin. "Lucy," I groan, "please…don't do that. At least, not just yet," I rasp and I can feel her smile into my neck.

"I'm sorry," Lucy responds quietly, then decides to tease me some more by pressing her lips below my ear, "is this okay?" She asks, knowing full well that it is affecting me.

"Unless you want me to ravish you, it would be wise to stop because otherwise I won't be able to," I warn Lucy pathetically, causing her to giggle. I don't think I will ever get tired of that sound.

I can feel Lucy tuck her face into my neck, not in a way to tease me, but to be affectionate, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. It seems like you are making me bolder by all of this praise you're giving me," she tells me confidently and it makes my heart swells with pride.

"You deserve to be praised, baby. I know, I'm sure you've never had any, so I'm going to be the one to give it to you. Granted I don't know you all that well and I can't wait to get to know you better as each day passes, but I can see how much you've mellowed out in the past two days," I happily tell Lucy.

Lucy smiles up at me and gets to her feet to stand in front of me. I turn around in my seat, so I can look at her properly and gently rest my hands on her waist. "Well I do have you to thank for that," Lucy tells me as she rests her forearms on my shoulders and links her fingers behind my neck.

I grin widely up at her and press a kiss to her lips. Lucy smiles into the kiss, but she pulls away much too quickly for my liking, "but," she starts and I groan playfully.

"Lucy, no buts," I grumble, pulling her closer to me and she allows me to pull her in willingly. Laughing lightly, Lucy wraps her arms around my neck and places a quick peck to my lips.

"But…" she begins again and I can tell she is hesitant to tell me; I have a feeling I know what she's about to tell me, but I let her say it anyway, "…I also have Randy to thank as well," Lucy says. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hang my head before looking back up at her.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" I moan, furrowing my brows in disapproval with a pout.

"Because you are a smart man and I know that you know I don't see Randy the way I see you," Lucy tells me and I continue to pout up at her, "would you quit your pouting. I will not be the one responsible for reducing the King of Scotland into a pouting mess because he is jealous of his best friend, who he has no reason to be jealous of in the first place," she scolds me and my pout turns into a scowl.

Lucy provides me with a closed mouthed smirk before pressing her lips to mine, ridding me of my scowl, "you know I don't see Randy the way I see you," she whispers to me, matter of factually, playing with my hair.

"And? How do you see me?" I question Lucy quietly, tucking her hair behind her ears as I look into her eyes.

"You are the first man to ever show me any kind of respect or care. You made me feel beautiful when I thought I wasn't. Even though you became frustrated with me," Lucy tells me and I hang my head in shame, but she lifts it back up, forcing me to look at her once more, "you were still patient. You didn't push me. You didn't rush me; you let me come to you. You cared for me when I wasn't feeling well and you rescued me and stood up for me against my father. I let you cuddle and kiss me…I'd never let Randy do that," Lucy tells me and I grin up at her, pressing a kiss to her lips to prove her point.

She chuckles lightly before continuing, "it's a very good possibility that I can see a future with you and that I'm falling hard for you," Lucy tells me and presses her lips to mine again, keeping them fused together for many moments, "Drew McIntyre: King of Scotland," she adds, grinning wildly and it pulls a loud chuckle from me.

"It's taking everything in me not to love on you the way I want to because I know you're not ready nor comfortable with it. But you, Lucy…" I say her name, but realize I don't know her last name and she picks up quickly that she realizes it as well.

"Johnson," she tells me.

"You, Lucia Johnson, are worth waiting for and that's exactly what I'm going to do because I want no one else, but you," I tell her with confident conviction.

"Keep that up King McIntyre and I'm sure I'll be falling in love with you in no time," Lucy says, pressing a kiss to my lips and deepens it by running her tongue along my lower lip, asking for entrance that I gladly grant her as the action pulls a moan from me. She breaks the kiss much too quickly for my liking and rests her forehead against mine, "but until then," she breathes and pulls away from me altogether, sauntering teasingly away from me, that I get up and follow her out of the tent.