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CHAPTER EIGHT: Day Damn One

"Please tell me that last night was all a dream and I didn't run into Shawn, like I think I did?"

A faraway laugh was heard. "Now that's hardly anyway to greet me first thing in the morning is it?"

I slightly twitched at hearing that voice. "Hunter?"

"Close, but no. It's me Randy Orton."

I sat up and rolled my eyes. "Why are you in my hotel room, Orton?"

He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over near me. "What makes you think this is your hotel room, Nicole?"

That's when it dawned on me; this wasn't my hotel room. For one thing I had a small cozy, off white room with a TV, bathroom, kitchenette, and a love seat complete with a chair. But this room wasn't even remotely similar.

For one thing, it didn't have a kitchenette, or a small bathroom, or any of the other things I had seen in my hotel room. In fact it was the exact opposite. The bed I was now sitting up in was a king sized bed. Opposite that was the doorway leading out of the room and just to my right was this huge peach marble bathroom and the remaining interior of the room was beige.

Even the sheets on the bed were white. Looking down I saw that I had on clothes that weren't mine. I was wearing an oversized Evolution T-shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Randall, why am I in someone else's clothes and in an unknown hotel room?"

"Well, I figured you'd want something to sleep in considering you were lying here naked and all."

"I know this is your hotel room now. But why, oh why, was I naked?"

Randy smirked devilishly and raised his eyebrow. "You don't remember do you?"

"No, I remember hanging with you, Batista, Hunter and Ric for the remainder of the evening. I only consumed one drink which was a cosmopolitan..."

"..and you engaged in a shot drinking contest with me, back here at the hotel last night-"

"Oh please tell me we didn't sleep together?"

"I wish I could, but I can't, because we did. Best lay I ever had, Baby."

'I think I'm going to be sick," I exclaimed, complete with the gagging sounds.

"Relax, relax, we didn't sleep together. We just slept together..you know sleeping as in the actual sense of the word."

I jumped up off of the bed and bum rushed him to the floor.

"Don't you ever do that again, Orton, ever! Do you know how much trouble I'm probably in right now? Where were Stace, Chris and everyone else that I came with?"

"Dunno, I think they left way before we did."

I shook my head in frustration and glared at him, before walking off and taking a shower. Now all I have to do is figure out how to get the hell out of here and down to my own hotel room. That's the real problem.

"Damn Orton."

'KNOCK...KNOCK'

The door opened to reveal Trish looking like she had just woken up.

"Nikki, why are you knocking on the door? Where's your key card?"

I rushed past her straight to my suitcase, where I pulled out clean clothes to wear for the day and right into the bathroom.

"I forgot my key card. I went out to get the morning paper after taking my shower and in my rush didn't remember to put it into my pocket."

I just finished changing into my black pants and white t-shirt with my black and white Converse sneakers, when I walked back into the main room. Dumping my stuff on the bed so I could fold them later, I began putting on my morning makeup which consisted of some clear lip gloss today and some light mascara when it occurred to me that Trish was still watching me with interest.

"Hey Trish," I called, "Where were all of you last night? I couldn't find you guys anywhere."

"Funny, Nikki, because you know neither could we. Care to tell me where you've been all night? And you better not say with Shawn, because you know what'll happen if Steve finds out."

"Trish, I wasn't doing anything wrong and I wasn't with Shawn. You saw that big scene we made last night. Now go get dressed, we have to meet the others for breakfast."

Trish raised and eyebrow, "Later, Nikki, later"

She then headed into the bathroom, exiting 20 minutes later, where we then headed downstairs to have breakfast with everyone.

We were just seated at a table with Chris, Adam, Jay, Stace, Amy, Andrew, Matt, and John since we were in a booth, when Dad spotted me and beckoned me over.

"Aw, hell, my father's spotted me. I'll be back."

I made my way over and sat down at my father's table where him and a few others were seated.

"Why weren't you answering your cell phone last night?"

I rolled my eyes, "Because the battery died and I had forgotten to charge it. I'm charging it now, though. Why are you suddenly concerned for my well being?"

"I heard Shawn was at the club last night."

"And your point would be?"

Steve put down his fork and looked at me.

"Stay away from Shawn, Nikki. Otherwise, you'll be shipped first thing back on a plane to New York City."

"Well obviously, I stayed away last night. Maybe I'll do it again today!"

"Just take heed to my warnings Nikki."

"Whatever, Daddy. Just keep right on talking," I mumbled walking back to my table.

I took my seat back in the booth with a disgruntled look on my face.

"What'd Steve want, Nik?"

I looked sideways at John. "What else does he want? What does he always want?" Turning back to my plate, I took a bite of my dry toast.

"Here's to day damn one.

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