First of all, as usual, thank you for the reviews, your continued support actually gives me the encouragement to actually see this story through. I've got so many ideas floating around in my head and I'm so tempted to start writing new stories, but I won't until this one's done, otherwise I know this will be left unfinished. Secondly, I would like to once again apologize for the long wait for another chapter. Things have been really chaotic and the times I've had to rest, I was too lazy to actually sit down and write. So again, Sorry! And another thing, I want to give credit to Shanesgurl, after reading her one shot fic, I loved the concept of "Only for you" and since it tied nicely with my storyline, I decided to borrow the line. So thank you!.
I Disclaim!
It had been 6 months since that fateful night at Trish's hotel room where they had made a silent agreement with each other and he was sure neither one of them, at the time, knew exactly what they were getting into. He watched as she walked right by him without so much as a glance as she pretended to be engaged in playful conversation with her best friend Amy and her good friend Dawn. The two brands were pleasingly surprised to learn that for the first time, WWE would be presenting a month long European tour for both brands, including Monday Night Raw and Thursday Smackdown! They would also have a inter-promotional pay per view all for the great European fans of the WWE. This meant that that the superstars of both brands would be travelling together, staying in the same hotel together, doing the same promotional events and for Randy, that meant he would have to put up with the mere shadow of his former best friend, John Cena, for a whole month. He heaved a sigh. He was sure that 6 months ago, he had made a plan that was supposed to get back the love of his life and he would be happy again and he would have had everything figured out. That definitely wasn't the case for the handsome young man, he felt more confused than ever. He didn't like the idea of having to face John just yet, it had been 6 months, but despite the situation with Gail, they were like brothers, and that was why his betrayal had hurt Randy the way it had. To think, John was just the least of his troubles. Gail was constantly hounding him to get back together and that's exactly what he wanted. 6 months ago. Now he wasn't so sure. And Trish was seemingly no help, whenever he would mention his little run ins with Gail, she would just bite her lip, shrug her shoulders and turn away. It was the only indication she would give to let him know that she even acknowledged what had has just said. And speaking of Trish, she topped his list. If there was anything that confused him without doubt, it was his relationship with Trish. She was meant to be the one night stand and though he'd never let her know it, there was something about her that he just couldn't stay away from. Her doe like eyes, her 100 watt smile, her extremely sexy body, her cute giggle when you kiss her on her neck which happened to be the most ticklish place on her, with the exception of her stomach. Guys would kill to be him, and he didn't mean the tall, dark and handsome twenty four year old who was the youngest WWE champion in wrestling history, but he was talking about that same twenty four year old who got to a share a bed with the Canadian bombshell known as Trish Stratus. The guy who explored every inch of her body without exhaustion. Hell, guys would kill HIM, to get there. He went about this the wrong way and now he didn't know how to fix it.
His thoughts were put to halt as he bumped into the very man he would have preferred to never see again, John Cena. He looked him straight in the eye, daring him to talk trash to him, daring him to lay a finger on him, because so help him God, he was going to give John a beating within an inch of his life. As he waited in silence, John did the last thing he would have ever imagined him to do. With an extremely sorrowful voice and on the verge of tears, John looked on into the eyes of Randy and hoarsely whispered,
"I'm sorry"
Randy's face relaxed and at that moment, he knew that despite all the months of hurt and anger towards John's actions, he knew they'd get through this because in the end, after all they'd been through, no girl was worth the trouble. John extended his hand,
"It'd be very selfish of me to ask for forgiveness after all I've put you through, but I'm a selfish person Randy, and I need my best friend back and no matter how long it takes me to prove my worth to you, I will…I will prove to you how sorry I am and I'm gonna earn your trust back. You and I both know that blood don't truly make you family. You were my little bro and I let you down in the worst way".
John wiped a stray tear from his eyes, his hand still extended silently hoping for a handshake.
"I'm hoping you're willing to try, God help me, I'm praying that you're willing to try"
Blinking away unshed tears of his own, Randy stared at the man before his eyes for a few seconds before enveloping him in a hug. No words were needed, they both knew things would be alright, not the same, but hopefully better.
"Your welcome"
She let out a breath and small smirk before she responded.
"Sorry, where are my manners? Thank you."
At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Both Trish and John turned towards the opening of the door to reveal her arch nemesis Gail Kim and, her lack of better words, lover, or perhaps bed buddy would do, Randy Orton. John realizing that Trish was still within his grasp, let go, and quickly cleared his throat. He may have cleared things with Randy but they still had ways to go and having to face not only him but the same woman he betrayed Randy with, was a bit too uncomfortable for his taste. John didn't fail to notice the angry glare he earned from Randy, and to tell the honest truth, he wasn't quite sure what it was for. If John only knew what went on behind closed doors with Trish and Randy, he wouldn't so naïve to the situation unfolding at hand.
"What the hell is going on?" Randy barked at the two of them. 'What was she doing with him, why were they holding each other? What if she's been sleeping with him?' The thoughts ran through Randy's head at enough pace to lend space to some more frantic thoughts. He continued to bore a hole through both of them until he realized how jealous he sounded. There was no reason to be jealous. Trish wasn't his. He mentally shook off the protrusive thoughts.
Trish could immediately tell that the wheels were turning in Randy's head and she figured the bastard deserved a bit of cruelty. He may be her weakness in the bedroom, but this was no bedroom and no amount of glossy looks or gentle caresses would stop her from messing with the idiots head. She cleared her throat and decided to answer him since John had made no initiative to do so.
"Well, Randy, whatever it is that we were doing, it's none of your business and let's leave it at that. Either you two can get in if you're going up or let go of the fucking button so we can be on our way".
If there was anything Randy had learned about Trish, was when she was challenging him, and right now, she was challenging him in front of John and Gail. She was daring him to play with fire. And he was sure that if there was anything that Trish had learned about him was that Randy never backed down from a challenge. He turned to Gail and used his hands to show her that she could enter before him, and after she did so, he stepped in the elevators and a took a spot right in between the two ladies. He made small talk with both John and Gail, purposely ignoring Trish as the elevators went up. He even flirted with Gail a lot, making very blatant sexual innuendos that didn't go unnoticed by Trish. Trish on the other hand, kept silent. She had learnt a long time ago how to mask her emotions and with Randy, it was like second nature. In her head, she could admit that he was making her a bit jealous…just a bit, but he wouldn't get the better of her, he never did and he never would. When elevator finally made it to her floor, which co-incidentally was the same floor as John, she quickly exited, without so much as a glance at the others. 'He so isn't getting laid tonight!' she thought bitterly
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It had been hours since the elevator incident and the difference with their relationship and any other normal relationship, was that no one needed to make nice before making up. Randy had called Trish earlier and told her to come over to his hotel room instead of him coming over. That was a couple of hours ago and Trish had yet to make the trip up to his room. She had every intention of going but she couldn't let him think that she just waited around for him. He could wait a bit. She decided to get something to eat while waiting and as she stared at the empty trays, she figured she might as well go. She made to his room door in 4 minutes flat and as she was poised to knock, the door flung open.
"I called you hours ago and now you show up? You could have at least told me you'd be coming around later."
He couldn't help but hide the anger in his voice and Trish's nonchalant shrug of the shoulders only infuriated him more. She walked into the room and took off her long jacket to reveal a cute, tight black boxer shorts with a pink line down the side with a matching tank that read "Princess". She immediately made her way to the bedroom where he soon followed suit. She sat on his bed and just looked at him expectantly. It had become a routine for them to sit and chat with each other.
Randy made his way over to the bed and sat up, bracing up against the headboards. His legs were opened to make room for Trish to sit. She crawled over to him as he put his arms around her and rested his chin a top her head.
"How was your day?" she asked. That's how it always started. That's exactly how their hours on end conversations would start and by the end of the night, they were too tired to really jump each other's bones, but they were still content. Randy was tempted to bring up the elevator incident, but he knew better. He couldn't blame John since he had no clue about his relationship with Trish, and he really had no right to question. Not only because of the nature of their relationship, but he was standing out there with Gail of all people. And sure he had kicked up the flirting a few notches with her, but that was only because of Trish's unspoken challenge. He didn't want to ruin a perfectly good evening with her just to fight. She was his escape from reality. She knew his secrets, his fears, his past, present, his goals for the future. She knew everything and when he really thought about it, he didn't really know anything about her. After his visit to her home in Toronto for SummerSlam, she had been quite open with him, but as time progressed, she closed up on him. She became more and more emotionally distant in the short few hours they spent with each other. She wouldn't even glance at him outside of a hotel room. It was like he no longer existed so long as there wasn't a bed in the room.
"Hey Trish, can I ask you something?" "Hmmmmmmmm" she said relaxingly. "How come you never talk about yourself to me? You never tell me what's bothering you, or about your past, or the kind of future you want. You know everything about me and I know nothing really about you".
He waited for her response but the only thing he got was her soft breathing. So he continued.
"You've become different since we started".
Trish turned around in his arms and though she desperately fought it, she couldn't hide the hurt in her eyes, even though her steady voice was the picture of calm and emotionless. Randy didn't miss the emotion glossing over in her eyes and he felt a pang in his heart.
"You know Randy, all my life, I seem to always find the guy that uses, abuses and then throws me away with yesterday's trash. Adam was my only exception and I mentally kick myself everyday for not being able to love him the way I should need to. You got what you asked for Randy. You didn't ask for Patricia aka Trish, the girl with the hopes and the pipe dreams of a perfect happy family with the white picket fence or the two story house. You asked for Trish, the company slut, though I've never actually slept with anyone in the company aside from Adam and you and I've never done it to make my way up the ladder. You asked for the woman who would spread her legs for you while you sat back and waited for your future to return to you" her voice began to waiver so she stopped, took a shaky breath and looked up to the ceiling in hopes of blinking away tears before Randy could notice.
"I hate myself for giving into you so easily. Randy…you don't know anything about me because I don't want you to. I don't want to share everything of myself with someone who really doesn't care. You didn't ask for everything, you asked for the tits and ass, and believe me Randy, only for you…only for you do I compromise myself and everything I've tried so hard to fight throughout my career. And that's not your fault…it's mine." Randy looked deep into her eyes and realized for the first time that she actually looked him straight in the eyes without masking any emotion or fear in them. He gently wiped the tear that had managed to escape with the pad of his thumb.
Randy felt his heart burst at the confessions of the woman before him. After all this time, she thought he didn't care. He felt hurt that she could feel that way with him, anger that she could think that he would share himself and his stories with just anyone. He hadn't even told those things to Gail. Above all else, he felt guilt. He made her like this, he did this to her. She wasn't so fearless after all…and the funny thing is, he wanted to battle those fears for her…he wanted to solver he problems. But how can he solve her problems when he's the reason for them? The words she has said to him their second night together, still rang clearly through his head.
"You may have my body every single night Randy, but I promise you that you will never my heart…"
For the first time, every single fibre of his body couldn't deny, he wanted more with this woman. He finally knew what he wanted. The only obstacle left was to figure out how to get her. Heart, body and Soul. As he looked down at her now sleeping form, he knew that it wasn't going to be easy. But at least this time, he knew this one was worth all his troubles.