I Disclaim!
Thank you for the reviews and I need to give credit to the song I used. It's Mariah Carey's "Melt Away". I was contemplating breaking this chapter into two but seeing my bad habit of procrastinating when it comes to posting, I decided not to. And I apologize for any grammatical errors. I'm in a rush and it's too long to edit. LOL. Hope you guys enjoy.
Trish sighed as she heard the insistent knocking on her door. It had been one week since her slumber party with Amy and Lisa and she had to admit that she was glad to finally tell someone about Randy. He occupied her thoughts more than she would like and talking to someone was like a big weight being lifted off her shoulders. She was sure it was Terry coming to invite her down for drinks with the rest of the guys since they had already sent Amy, Matt, Chris, Jay and Adam to do the same. Trish had politely declined, wanting to stay in for the night and do some reading. It seemed like ages since she read a decent book considering her hectic schedule. As the knocking continued, Trish decided to answer it. Terry was a sweetheart and she thought it would be less rude to decline his invitation than it would be ignore his presence. She rested her book upside down on the coffee table and slid her reading glasses to rest on top of her head. She quickly jumped off the big comfy chair and looked through her peep hole and opened the door. To her surprise, it wasn't Terry, it was John Cena. The feeling of sheer surprise and shock must have been reflected in her facial expression because the smirk on John's face seemed like he thoroughly enjoyed surprising the petite blonde by showing up in front of her door.
"John…hey, what are you doing here?" Trish stuttered. The wheels were turning in her head. Something was going on. It had to be. It's not that she had anything against John at all, they were very friendly to one another, but they never really hung out together outside of the arenas and restaurants after joint pay per views.
"Actually, just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. I noticed all of your friends were downstairs having drinks and having a laugh you were noticeably missing from all the fun. I was just wondering if there was anything wrong" his voice came off smooth and confident. Nothing for her to be suspicious about.
"I hope you don't mind, I've been told I can be intrusive sometimes. I really didn't come here to butt in your business but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. The last time I saw you was on the elevator ride with Randy and Gail and you had left seemingly upset and you have been missing in action lately…I asked Amy about you and she seemed upset".
The expression on Trish's face quickly made John rectify his words.
"No, No…don't get me wrong. Not to upset you. I think she's really worried about you two. Everyone agrees that you haven't been yourself lately and though I'm hardly around to see it, I have taken notice since I've been here."
Trish cleared her throat, very relieved to hear that Amy wasn't mad at her, having her best friend mad at her was definitely not another problem she needed to add to her list of many. She looked up at the handsome doctor of thuganomics, which he likes to call himself, and smiled, a real genuine smile.
"Thanks John and don't worry about it. You're not being intrusive or anything. I'm touched by your concern but everything's fine. Well…not everything, but nothing I can't handle. I think I just need some time to think through things and figure it out for myself, not to mention there is somewhere else I really wanted to be today and I've been trying all week to work something out and I couldn't…I'm just disappointed about that. John nodded his head in understanding and gave her a heart melting smile.
"Well, I hope whatever it is that's troubling you, you'll work it out soon, you know…your doing a great injustice to society when you hardly flash those pearly whites and gorgeous smile". He winked at her and let out a laugh, along with Trish. He bid his goodbye just after quickly glancing down the hotel hallway as if on cue. Trish heard feet quickly hitting the soft carpet. Not paying much attention she went to close the door but found the door unmoving. Her eyes facing downwards saw a pair of stylish black dress shoes and knew immediately that someone was physically holding the door open and if it hadn't been for the fact that she could tell in an instant his presence the second he walked into any room where she happened to be, she would have been terrified to look up.
"Randy, what do you want?" she sighed before moving her attention away from his shoes, which happened to be new, she mentally noted, and moved up to look him in the face.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked, genuinely curious. He was wearing brand new attire, from top to bottom.
"I just do" she hastily answered. "You never answered my question though Randy, what are you doing here?"
Randy made sure that she was looking dead in his eyes when he answered. He was tired of her shutting down on him and if that meant that he had to at least provoke her to become angry, then he would do it. At least anger was some sort of emotion.
"Wow, considering what a wonderful job you've been doing avoiding me, I'm surprised you haven't yet forgotten my name" Trish knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to evoke some expression from and by her obvious assumptions, he was going with anger. As she looked in to his eyes, it was as if a challenge, daring her to fight back and put him in his place, but if she wasn't mistaken, Trish could have sworn she saw a hint of sadness and hurt in his eyes as he mentioned her avoiding act that she had been pulling for the past couple of weeks.
Trish opened her mouth to deny such a claim but shut it quickly since she knew that she was deliberately avoiding him and because of the obvious reasons that she had, there really was no use in making herself look like a fool trying to explain herself. Instead, when she opened her mouth once again to speak, she changed the topic completely.
"Well you've obviously dressed up quite nice tonight. I see your donning new wardrobe. The pants is a nice fit especially with the different style…more closer fitted but still roomy enough be comfortable and the open collar looks good. The entire black ensemble brings out the colour of your eyes. I must admit, Orton, you do have style. So did you get all primped up because you were hoping I'd throw in a few more hours of sex or perhaps you wanted try something new in the bedroom or do you have late night rendez-vous with Gail. Word around here is that she's been hanging on your coat tails trying to get you to take her back. Looks like your plan worked brilliantly. So the only question I have to ask myself is, why do you keep coming back? You got what you set out to get."
"First of all, if you weren't a wrestler, you could add fashion stylist to your long list of talents that could get you a good day job. You really pay attention to detail. Secondly, yes, Gail has been hounding for us to get back together BUT I am not dressed up because of her. If I wanted to be with her, I would have done it already…" Trish interrupted him,
"You know, you are quite the complicated man. First you want her, now you don't…make up your mind! And what about your fool proof plan to win over the little wench?"
Randy smiled to himself. She was getting angry at him and if he wasn't mistaken, a tad bit jealous. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance after all.
"Haven't you ever been in a situation where you've wanted to something a lot and you set out to obtain it, so you work really really hard and along the way, you obviously run into obstacles. Well those obstacles help you rethink things, to make sure that you still want it, but along the way, you realize that you don't. You find something better, more fulfilling and satisfying and in the end it was the one thing that was right in front of you all along. I guess all the trouble and hard work just makes you cherish it and appreciate it all the more".
Trish could hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his eyes. She felt her heart tremble with his words but scolded herself, she shouldn't get her hopes up.
"No, I haven't been in a situation like that and if you aren't dressed up for Gail, what are you dressed up for standing outside of my room door?" Trish asked quickly running a hand through her long locks.
"Well, I was getting to that before you interrupted me the last time. I'm dressed up because I'm taking you out to dinner". He gave her a wide smile.
"You mean in public?" she asked. She was seriously contemplating whether Randy had gone mad since the last time she had seen him.
"Well…last time I checked, that is where all the restaurants are" Randy had already figured that Trish would become suspicious of his idea. To be honest, he was almost sure that if he just knocked on her room door she wouldn't have opened it for him. Thank God for John. Though John had every intention of checking up on Trish, his prolonged visit had a bit to do with the fact that Randy had asked him to keep her busy at the door so that when Randy showed up, she couldn't just ignore him.
"Look, I don't know what you have up your sleeve Randy, but I'm not going to take the chance. I don't wanna go out tonight" she said as she turned from him and walked into the bedroom.
"Besides, I don't have anything to wear" she called out from inside. Randy knocked softly on her bedroom door before entering and for the first time, Trish noticed one of his hands behind his back. As she was about to question him, he brought the hidden hand to the front revealing a average size gold box. It was frilled with cream ribbons and there was a single red rose pinned to the top. His outstretched his hand, giving her the box and pleading with his eyes for her to accept it.
"Well, you've got something to wear now. Any more excuses?" he asked.
Trish took the box from him, curious, but most of all surprised that he had brought something for her. She removed the rose and laid it across her pillows on the bed and then she slowly undid the ribbons, making sure not to rip them. She uncovered the lid and dug through the soft tissue paper. When she pulled out the dress, she was floored. It was beyond gorgeous. It was a white strapless dress. The top part of the dress was diamond studded and came to the waist and from there the material fell straight down, in a satin material. The bottom of the dress was longer at the back leaving a trail and judging from the size of the dress, Trish was more than sure it would hug every curve on her body. Of course that's how you're supposed to wear it. After a while of gazing in awe at the beautiful dress, her eyes wandered up to meet Randy's.
"Put it on" he said softly.
"Randy, where could you possibly take me wearing this?" she asked.
"It's a surprise…Now for the love of God, would you please go put the dress on. I'd much rather admire the dress on you. I assure you…you compliment it much better than the hanger" he laughed softly and against her better judgment, she agreed to the night out. Randy excused himself out of the room while she changed and got ready and Trish couldn't help but admonish herself for giving in. She could no longer deny that things were becoming increasingly harder for her emotionally when it came to Randy. It didn't help that he was being especially sweet and caring to her lately. It only gave her hope that maybe she wasn't just his bedroom slut, but she didn't want hope, because in the end, when he walked back to Gail, that same hope will be the cause of her devastation.
Trish stepped out of her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She decided to keep her hair straightened but she clipped half to the back while the rest remained hanging loose. She would have said she looked good, but to anyone else, they would have said she was being incredibly modest. She looked the picture of perfection. The moment Randy turned her way, he was at a loss for words. He always knew she was gorgeous and not to mention sexy as hell, but seeing her in that dress, she had a timeless beauty about her that made him fall in love all over again. It's quite funny actually that he could no freely admit that he was in love with this woman, when it wasn't even a few months ago, that he vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for her at all. He wasn't sure where along the lines things changed, but that didn't really matter.
He watched walk across the hotel, grabbing her things and throwing them into a small white purse. She finally looked up and walked over to him and stood right in front of him.
"Okay, I'm ready".
Randy looked into her eyes and he made sure not to mask any emotion when he told her, "You look gorgeous". He smiled happily when he noticed a blush creep up to her cheeks. He gently grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Let's go".
As Trish stepped out of Randy's shiny black Ferrari, she noticed the restaurant was extremely fancy. She guessed that's where the dress came in. He held the door open for her and as she stepped through, she noticed the beautiful lobby. If it weren't for the fact that they were in California, home of the Hollywood stars, she would have said the restaurant looked more like a banquet hall. A tall and very proper man walked over to them and introduced himself as the host. He explained that they were going to be taken upstairs where there is a separate quarters where the celebrities usually go. He clarified that the place was quite smaller ( it could only hold 50 people) than the restaurant on the main floor which held up to 300. Trish nodded as the man spoke but he kept going on and on and she began to get tired of standing there listening to him. He was explaining all the fine intricate details of the building such as architecture, art, chandeliers, etc. She couldn't speak for everyone, but when she came to a restaurant, she didn't come to hear about it's architecture, she came to eat. When he was finally done he walked in front of the two of them leading them to the VIP room. As he hurried ahead, Randy bent down and whispered in her ear, "Sorry bout that, I didn't know they had to do all that in these posh restaurants, otherwise I would have opted for Burger King. I know how you like your burgers and fries". Trish giggled and elbowed him in his side, not too hard.
They finally reached their destination and as they walked in Trish couldn't believe her eyes. It was beautiful. There were chandeliers hanging all over the room but the centre had a large chandelier decorated with crystals and gold. She noticed balloons around the room as well as if they're was some sort of party. She took notice to the tables and chairs surrounding one table that happened to be in the centre of the room, right under the large chandelier. Trish was a bit confused. There room looked big enough to seat 50, but the tables and chairs didn't look like enough and the kicker of it all was that they were the only people in the room.
"Randy, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't restaurants typically have people in them…you know, like people eating?"
Randy laughed. "Not tonight honey, it's just you and me for now". "Wait a minute, you mean to tell me, that you arranged all of this?" he nodded and Trish was speechless. That seemed to be the going theme for tonight. He did something spectacular for her and she was left speechless and Trish Stratus is hardly ever speechless. She turned to him and smiled. Tonight was going be a memorable one and the night had just begun.
They had spent hours laughing and talking to one another and Trish for the first time, felt extremely happy and at ease. 'There was only one thing that made her a little sad but Randy had cheered her up loads considering the depressed mood she had been in earlier. Well…he was actually part of the reason for the depression', she thought to herself. At this point, he had taken the liberty of feeding her a chocolate dipped strawberry, but he insisted that he just put the whole thing in her mouth which Trish strongly disagreed to. The last thing she needed was to get chocolate all over her beautiful dress. Her beautiful WHITE dress!
"Fine" he said in a playful huff, like a little boy whose punishment was no desert. "How about a dance?" "Uh…Randy, there's no music" she whispered. He instinctively raised an eyebrow and the sounds of Mariah Carey came floating throughout the room. He held his hand in which she accepted and they began to dance. She rested her head against his chest, just enjoying the moment.
You come to me with a casual flow And suddenly, my defences start to go When you talk to me in that sensual tone It envelops me and I lose my self control And baby, I just melt away Fall like rain Every time I see your face, I go off I just want to break it down Anytime you come around Maybe I could melt away in your arms
Imagining that your taking it slow And so tenderly Till the feeling overflows When you look at me I go soft and cave in And I can't conceal that I'm slowly weakening And baby, I just melt away Fall like rain Everytime I see your face, I go off I just want to break it down Anytime you come around Maybe I could melt away in your arms You and me in a cloud of reverie Spin around inside my head unendingly Thoughts run wild as I sit and rhapsodize Pretty pictures of what I'd do if you were mine
Both listened intently at the words of the song and both thought how perfect it suited them. Trish closed her eyes and felt the tearing welling inside, begging to come down. She loved this man. She loved him more than life itself and it was killing her inside to pretend that she didn't care.
And baby, I just melt away Fall like rain Everytime I see your face, I go off I just want to break it down Anytime you come around Maybe I could melt away in your arms And baby, I just melt away Fall like rain Everytime I see your face, I go off I just want to break it down Anytime you come around Maybe I could melt away in your arms
She wanted to be with him but even her tremendous desire to be with him didn't help the insecurity of being rejected by him. She would take her time. She would take what he offered for now but she knew that she couldn't take much more. As much as it would hurt to walk away, it hurt too much as it was being his bed filler. She just hoped that that famous saying was true 'Let something go, and if it comes back, it's yours, but if it doesn't, it was never meant to be'. She would just have to cross her fingers and pray to God that they were meant to be, because she really didn't want to picture life without him.
It took a while for them both to realize that they were still swaying to the music and the song had already finished. Neither complained about the extra time in each other's arms.
"Hey babe, I've got one more surprise for you" Randy said.
Trish looked at him curiously wondering what the hell he could be talking about. What more could he possibly have done?
"Well, I distinctly remember you mentioning to me a couple of weeks about how today is a certain someone's birthday and I also know from my sources that you've been fighting tooth and nail to go see them. Obviously you didn't get to go so, um….Surprise!"
His hands which were already placed on her hips, were used to turn her around to face the door and to her surprise, in came her mother and father.
"Mom!" Trish ran towards her mother and gave her a big hug and kiss.
"Happy Birthday, I was so disappointed that I couldn't spend it with you because it's like tradition or something that we all get together and buy a cake and go out to eat" Her mother and laughed and stroked her daughter's hair. After a few more words, Trish moved on to her father and so the cycle started again. Another big hug and kiss and rambling words of endearment. Trish could hear Randy clear his throat and in as when she looked to his direction, there stood her two sisters, her brother-in-law, her younger sister's boyfriend and her two extremely adorable little nephews. This time, Trish didn't hold back the tears. She went to everyone and welcomed them.
The night had gone on beautifully and Trish was now pulled aside from her mother and younger sister where they were chatting. She would, on occasion, glance Randy's way and notice him dividing his attention to laughing it up with her father and brother-in-law while playing her little nephews that had really taken a liking to him.
"You know Trish, he's definitely a looker" her mother said when she noticed her daughter staring off at the handsome young man. She blushed and brushed her mother off. "Mom, we're just friends" she said, not very convincingly. Her sister Christy wasn't buying it and neither was her mother.
"Sister dear, a friend doesn't do all of this for another friend" she said using her hands to get her point across.
"He arranged all of this Trish. He's the one that called us up. Each one of us. He arranged our flights, he bought plane tickets, which we insisted he not do but since he had gotten the flight information and number and refused to give it to us until the tickets were paid for, we never got the chance to pay for it ourselves."
Trish stared at her mother and sister in bewilderment. He had really gone to so much trouble for her. To make her happy. She glanced at him once again and he caught her this time, he gave her wink and his famous smile before making his way over with the remaining of her family members following suit. As they all chatted together and having a great time, she came behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his chest. He looked so natural in between her family, as if he belonged there. He gently kissed her temple and bent his head down to whisper in her ear.
"We need to talk later on tonight"
He felt her body tense for second and in that same moment, she could have sworn her heart stopped beating for a second. She immediately relaxed, not wanting to bring attention to herself. She nodded her head and turned slightly in his arms to look up at him.
"Yeah we do….and it's been long overdue". She gripped his hands tighter and gave him a small but insecure smile. Tonight was going to seal her fate. She always said "Preparedness meets opportunity" and tonight, she was going to prepare herself for the worst. She was going to prepare herself to get heart broken.