I Disclaim!

Again, I want to thank all of you who reviewed, it really is appreciated and it really makes my day reading your comments. Before I go any further, I wanted to apologize for the poor punctuation and grammar in my last post. Because of my busy schedule I didn't have time to proof read at all so there were more mistakes than usual. Hope you guys enjoy.

Randy's eyes fluttered open at 7:45 am and instead of being met by the one and only maple leaf beauty, he found himself alone in her bed of her hotel room. He sat up against the headboard quickly, more alert than a few moments before. She had done the same thing he did to her. He couldn't blame her, he supposed he did deserve it but he couldn't help but admit that he was a bit upset. The sudden slam of a door made him jump slightly in his spot before turning his attention to the doorway of the bedroom, waiting to see who the other occupant was. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the petite blonde enter the room with a cart with various items on top that he could only guess was breakfast.

"Morning" she whispered before clearing her throat. She had gotten up since 6 am and couldn't find it in herself to go back to sleep. She had had a long night with Randy who had kept her awake for hours but for some reason she didn't feel all the tired and decided to do something productive rather than laze around. Productivity was her back up excuse, the real reason she left was because she didn't want to think about how stupid she felt for agreeing to Randy's preposterous proposition last night. And as much as she would have like to go up to him right this minute and tell him he could go to hell and never come back, she knew if he did show up at her door again, she wouldn't be able to resist just like all the other times before. She wasn't weak by any means, but for some unexplainable reason, weak was the only description she could come up with for herself when around the cocky bastard that is Randy Orton.

"Uh, hey… I uh…I thought you'd deserted me or something" he gave a nervous laugh as he looked at her square in the eyes.

"You mean, kinda like a karma?" Trish responded with a bit of hostility laced in her voice. It didn't go unnoticed by Randy who thought it better to ignore it. He didn't want to have another fight so early in the morning. They had a busy day ahead of them considering they had to catch a flight out to Toronto for SummerSlam. With all the promotion and fan events, they were scheduled to be in the city two days prior to the pay per view event and personally Randy couldn't have been happier for the chance to actually experience Toronto. The farthest he was able to go was at the Eaton's Centre for a burger and fries before a house show.

Trish's eyes grew curious as she noticed his far away look and she decided that after all he'd done, she didn't deserve to be ignored on top of it all, so she took a cinnamon bun from one of the trays and pelted it at him. Being the athletic girl that she was who was on every sports team imaginable in high school, she got him right between the eye. Bulls Eye!

"Oww…what did you do that for?" He questioned as he picked up the sticky bun from its place on the sheets. Before she could answer he further questioned her.

"Why do you have cinnamon rolls, I thought all of the women's locker room ate oatmeal for breakfast with the exception of special occasions. I specifically recall you eating oatmeal since that time your breakfast had gotten mixed up with Gail's and she threw a major hissy fit because she ordered apple cinnamon and you ordered strawberry and banana."

Trish gritted her teeth at the mention of Gail's name. Just another reminder that she was Randy's sex toy.

"Did you not tell me that your morning regimen was a glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs, 2 slices of whole wheat toast and a cinnamon roll to satisfy your insatiable sweet tooth?"

Randy stared at her in shock. She actually remembered. He was pleasantly surprised. After their romp between the sheets last night, and too tired for more, both had laid side by side staring up at the ceiling in utter silence, not knowing what to do. That was before Trish began giggling which only made Randy inquisitive. She recounted a night she had spent with one of her ex-boyfriends at his parents home. They were laying similarly in his bed, both daring not to get too close before things got out of hand and considering they were only a wall apart from his parents, they didn't want to take any chances. To their surprise, his parents weren't so cautious and they could clearly hear screams of ecstasy from his parent's bedroom. The idea wasn't so funny to Trish, however, the expression of her then-boyfriend's face, was priceless. Randy soon joined in, both retelling funny moments in their past relationships and even began asking the basics of each other's personal lives. For those few hours, anyone could have clearly mistaken them for a couple in love, for those few hours, all binds were forgotten and they were left with the genuine want of knowing each other. But far be it from them to admit that to themselves, let alone each other.

By the time Randy had snapped out of his daze, Trish had already collected his breakfast on a big platter and sat the tray in front of him.

"Here…eat up, then get out" she ordered him.

"Wait…what do you mean get out? You're actually kicking me out of your hotel room?" he asked in astonishment. How do you serve a guy breakfast in bed then do a 180 and kick him out of your room. Randy wasn't so modest to admit that he'd had his fair share of women and relationships, but he had to admit, Trish, now that was a woman that not even all of his years of experience, could unravel. She was a mystery; enigma seemed quite fitting for the beauty before him.

"You know Randy, you're a lot smarter than you look" she said with sarcasm and a roll of the eyes.

"You remember our agreement, don't you sweetheart? While the sun is down…I'm pretty sure that was the stipulation was it not?"

Randy looked down and clenched his teeth before looking back at her and nodding.

"You're right, that was the deal."

Not wanting to continue further with the subject, he spoke up.

"Hey, so I'm guessing you'll be staying in your new house while we're in Toronto?"

He looked on as her face lit up with a smile. She had a beautiful smile. It was a shame she hardly used it. Well around him that is, she was all smiles all the other times he would happen to glance her way. In fact, he didn't know one diva or superstar who was more liked than she was.

"Yeah, I can't wait to be honest. I miss my bed, and my television and my office and just everything that's me. I'm really excited too since I've arranged to go furniture shopping at one of my friends boutiques. He's opening up the store after hours so that I can actually go through everything. It'll be great!"

Her smile was infectious. Randy smiled, continually nodding, letting her know that she was listening.

"I can't wait to see your home" he said.

Trish's smile slipped from her face.

"Who said anything about you coming to my home?" she questioned inquisitively. She honestly hadn't thought about what would happen to their situation while they were in her hometown.

"Well, I figured it'd be really hard for us to…well to…well you know…with me in a hotel and you at your house and all…"

She wasn't sure how she should react. Her home was something personal to her and represented a part of who she was and she didn't think she wanted to expose so much of herself to Randy. She didn't give herself so much credit to think he'd care but she wasn't pleased with her so called relationship and she was adamant about sticking to her guns. She couldn't let herself be invested in him, because that would only cause trouble…trouble that she didn't need nor want.

"I think we should discuss this when the time comes, because you're almost finished your breakfast and I need to pack so you need to get out."

Randy quickly stuffed the last piece of toast in his mouth and downed the remaining of his orange juice. He got off the bed and stood tall while looking around for his clothes. Trish's eyes widen as she saw him in all his glory and she couldn't stop the red that rushed to her cheeks. It was quite odd that she could sleep with him without any inhibitions of either of their bodies but as he stood in front of her, she felt like a school girl when her crush, the school quarterback, asked her to go homecoming. There were butterflies in her stomach.

He quickly got dressed and soon bid their curt goodbyes and she closed the door. She suddenly heard a knock and she opened the door to the reveal Randy once again.

"Did you forget something?" she asked.

"Kind of" he responded and with that his large hands found her waist as he pulled her closer and gave her a long and sensual kiss. After a full 30 seconds, they both pulled away breathless.

"I'll see you tonight…Sweetheart" he gave her his infamous grin and a wink before finally taking down the hall towards the elevators.

She closed the door and braced up against it. She had a feeling she was only setting herself up for trouble but Trish would bet her life on it, that Randy Orton would by far be her favourite mistake.

Trish breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she lugged in her last luggage and slammed the door in celebration that that was the last of the load. Normally she would only have a hand luggage for a week's worth of traveling but she had playing houseguest for a few weeks at Amy's home in North Carolina. Instead of heading home for her days off, she would head back to Amy's so she had left a few carry on's by her place. Now she was left to her own devices to lug them into her home and now that was finally done, she was left with the real work. Laundry! Normally she wouldn't have mind but she was so tired and the last couple of nights were definitely more mentally taxing than Trish would confess. She took out a few loads of laundry to do by the end of the night and went upstairs to pack away her clean clothes. She heard the doorbell a couple hours later and figured that it was the pizza she has just ordered not too long ago. She ran down the stairs dressed in a sexy yet not too revealing black baby doll with little pink flowers. Sure, it was a bit more fancy than what she usually wore but subconsciously, she wanted to be prepared in case Randy did decide to show, however, the likelihood of that was pretty slim since she had repeatedly and conveniently avoided his question of her home address. There was no way he would find her, at least not tonight.

She opened the door and was met by the aroma of vegetarian pizza. She quickly excused herself from the delivery to quickly run and get her money. When she got back she found him patiently waiting, he hadn't moved an inch and the way the pizza was strategically placed, she couldn't see his face.

"Uh, I don't have $12.50 exact change so here's a twenty…oh and you can keep the change."

She quickly turned to place her purse on the side table not too far from the door so that she could grab the pizza box but his voice stopped her in her place and her head whipped around.

"Do you usually wear such enticing sleep wear to answer the door because if you do, I'm going to seriously consider making this a full time gig" he said with laughter in his voice.

"Randy…what are you doing here?"

He opened the his mouth to answer but before any sound could come out, Trish's look of confusion only magnified.

"How in the blue hell did you find my house?"

Randy laughed his sexy laugh and Trish could swear she felt shivers down her spine.

"Well I have my ways, and besides, I'm sure you wouldn't object to the company, I mean…it certainly can get pretty lonely in a big house such as this one when you're all by yourself."

A sad look came over as her as she responded, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah well…being by yourself isn't the only way a person can feel lonely." They stared at each other for a split second more before Trish put a smile on her face hoping that he wouldn't further question her demeanour just moments before. She highly doubt he'd care enough to do so, but just to be on the safe side.

"Well, either come in or give me my pizza and go away!" she laughed.

"Hey, hey, hey, now, that's not nice. Tell you what, how bout you try to get it from me" and with that he raised the pizza box high above his head while laughing at the sight before him as the beautiful Trish jumped up and down trying to grab the box. After a few minutes, Trish was tired and since she had no chance to jump that high, she decided to play dirty. She bit her lip and she went on her tip toes and grabbed his head pulling it down to meet her half way. She used her tongue and ran it along his lips and eventually her tongue made it's way in. The kiss was slow and sensual and she knew she had him in the palm of her hands when she heard him moan. He lowered his arm with the pizza while the other snaked around her waist pulling her closer. Suddenly she pulled away and grabbed the box from his hands and made her way to the kitchen. He stood their confused as hell before fully entering the house and closing the door behind him before following her. As he passed by, he couldn't help but notice the décor of her home. It was definitely trendy yet still cozy. He was actually quite impressed with the fact that she had designed almost everything right down to the actual architecture of the home. He laughed to himself, there probably wasn't a damn thing that that woman wasn't good at it. He made his way to the kitchen to find it empty along with the pizza box, so he wander a bit till he found her in the living room watching television. He took a seat beside and she silently look to her side as he hit the cushion, then she grabbed two slices and put it in plate and handed it to him. They sat for hours watching new and old comedies on her satellite and even some movies in between. The would make random comments about the shows and have a laugh. They were so comfortable around each other that it became quite daunting to them both when they really took the time to contemplate their relationship.

Randy cleared his throat before asking, "Umm…u tired?"

Trish continue to watch the television, enthralled by the "Friends" marathon. She was finally catching up on all those episodes she had missed because of work. "No, not really" she replied without once looking away.

"Well, you wanna go upstairs?" he couldn't help the anxiousness in his voice. It had been a long day and Trish was the perfect way to unwind. Usually sex was quite tiring afterwards, but perhaps he enjoyed it too much with her to find it anything but relaxing and pleasurable.

His question did the trick, as her eyes darted away from screen to him, "I guess so…lemme just throw the box out and load the dishwasher and I'll be right up. You can wander around upstairs till you find the my bedroom. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to figure out which one it is."

He silently nodded before heading up the stairs. He made his way through the hallway and he could have already guessed that her bedroom was on the far end of the hall with the big French doors leading in but he was curious so he decided to check out her upstairs décor. He happened into a room that he could only guess she designed for her two nephews. The toys were neatly packed in their clear containers and the walls were done in a very kid friendly manner. He moved on from room to room till he found her office which was right next door to her bedroom. It was quite bare and elegant. There wasn't any unnecessary junk on the desk or on the shelves or walls. All of her achievements were neatly hung along her walls and pictures were carefully placed along the big cabinet shelves found decorated against one of the walls. He made his way over and studied her plaques of achievement from her days in school and then moved on to her plaques and trophies that she had received from the WWE. He made his way over to the wall with the picture shelves. He saw pictures of herself along with her family and friends outside of the WWE. There were numerous pictures of herself and Amy taken at various places as well as pictures with other divas such as Lisa, Stacy, Torrie, Nora, Charlene and Lillian. There were also pictures of herself with many of her male superstar friends. Then there was group pictures strategically placed among the single pictures of herself with her diva friends and others including the Canadian crew along with Team Extreme. Trish certainly had many friends. His eyes finally landed on a collection on a shelf of its own that was dedicated to herself and Adam. Pictures of them goofing off or hugging, holding hands or of piggy back rides. However, the pictures of them kissing made Randy clench his teeth and ball his fists. He was jealous, he didn't know why, but he was jealous.

He finally made it to the bedroom, she was already there and had brought up his hand luggage that he had brought in earlier that night. She turned when she finally noticed he was in the room.

"Took you long enough…I just about thought I was gonna fall asleep with the time you took"

Randy gave a nervous smile before quietly offering an apology. He felt like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He, for some reason, didn't want her to know that he was so intently paying attention to her things. He wasn't a snoop. However, she dismissed the conversation after that and sat on the bed waiting for him. Instead of pouncing on her like she'd more than expected, he took a seat beside her and his question threw her off guard.

"Do you miss him?" he asked.

"Miss who?" she replied confused.

"Adam, I mean…you guys were together for so long, don't you ever miss having him as your boyfriend rather than just your friend?"

Why was he asking her this? This was personal, too personal to share with him. Her mind raced with possible ideas to change the subject but there was something in his eyes the made her feel he was asking because he was truly interested in her answer.

"Yeah…I do miss him. I mean it's nice not having to come home by yourself or having someone wake up every morning by your side knowing that they would pick the stars from sky if you asked them to. That's what he was like. He was selfless in his love for me and he still is. Sometimes I tell myself that I made a mistake but then I think about what I'm missing in my life and it isn't fair to Adam to make him think that he fully completes me that way. He's a great guy and any woman would be lucky to have him. A true romantic." She laughed to herself before quickly wiping away a stray tear that was beginning to form.

"Hey, let's get thing started" she changed the subject, "I'm beginning to get tired now" she lied. She wasn't THAT tired.

Randy examined her carefully before responding, "You know, why don't I just tuck you in and you get some rest?" and with that he kissed her forehead and tucked her in before making his way to the other side. He quickly took his clothes off minus the boxers and laid down beside her.

"Hey Trish…"

"Hmmm" she slurred.

"You won't be lonely forever you know, your Prince Charming will come along someday. Who knows, he might be right under your nose and you just don't know it yet".

Trish gave a soft sarcastic laugh before stifling a yawn.

"Whatever you say Randy, whatever you say".