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Chapter 10: Hindsight is 20/20

The following afternoon found Nikki, still in bed at Noon, from her date the night before with Randy. Who could blame her though, the dinner and festivities from the night before had worn her out. Either way, she was soon woken up not even ten minutes later by Trish who was growing impatient for Nikki to wake up, so they could go shopping.

"What can I do for you now, Trish?"

Trish rolled her eyes, staring at the disheveled younger woman before her. "Come on upsy daisy sleepyhead. We gotta get a move on it if we're going to spend the day shopping" Trish cheerfully spoke.

Nikki grumbled but nonetheless stood up and walked into the bathroom for her morning, or rather afternoon shower. Memories of her date last night were still lingering in her head. It was so much different from the way Shawn used to kiss her.

He'd kiss her with this hungry-lustful passion, giving her the impression that he wanted to kiss her so it'd lead them to somewhere else. But when Randy kissed her it was just that, a kiss. There was no motive other than just wanting to be near her.

The date in her mind was perfect. They went to a small Italian restaurant in the Village, where they discussed everything from politics to music to what their dream guy or girl would be like. She noticed that throughout that discussion of that particular topic, Randy had somewhat described her and she him.

Of course it was only the first date, so she couldn't come to an accurate view about Randy, other than he was nothing like his onscreen persona made him out to be and it didn't hurt that he was also an incredible kisser at that.

"Oh my god; what are you trying to drown yourself in there or what?"

I rolled my eyes at Trish's impatience this afternoon and quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, dried off, and got into my outfit for the day. This turned out to be a half black skirt with a floral print off the shoulder Helen Wang dress, with black suede curved heel boots from Prada and a small black shoulder bag completing the outfit.

Gliding out of the washroom I applied some of my traditional clear lip gloss and had Trish blow out my hair and put it up with two purple chopsticks to complete the look. Then we were off to the lobby so we could meet the other girls for our day of shopping.

"So, how was dinner with Steve?"

I made a face at the mention of the nonexistent dinner with my beloved father.

"Just dandy, thanks. I swear I don't know why he insists on these father daughter dinners, together."

Trish, Stacy, Dawn, Steph and Lita all shook their heads.

"So I take it you and Steve are both not seeing eye to eye, then?"

I just pointedly looked at Steph silently saying "duh" Steph just laughed my look off, putting up her hands in mock surrender.

"Awe, well cheer up, Chick. Today is the day you forget about everything except for shopping"

"Man I don't even want to go shopping anymore. The mere thought of my father has made me depressed" She stated, a bit over dramatically.

Their response was to link arms and steer me even faster towards Hot Topic. Li had absolute creative freedom of herself. We watched as she bought some new fishnet tops, flare pants and some new hair dyes for Jeff as well as other various odds and ends.

Currently she was paying for her items, when she saw these black and silver metallic flare pants with a matching shirt, which she just had to buy for me. Personally I think she was just using me as an excuse to buy it for herself, because we wear the same size in clothing and all, which she entirely knew, too.

We wound up hitting a few other places that afternoon such as Victoria's Secret, Bed Bath And Beyond, Strawberry's as well as a few shoe stores. By the time we arrived back at the hotel I was pooped and decided it was time for a much-needed nap up in my room.

So bidding the girls good-bye, I headed up to my room with my $800 worth of stuff, and didn't come back down until Trish called the room telling me it was almost time to go to the arena for the Smackdown tapings, so I had better grab up some food while there was still time left to do so. I agreed and got up to take my shower and get ready.

"So are we on the same page, Ms. Austin?"

I nodded and he continued. "Good, Ill send you a draft of the storyline as soon as the writers finish with it. That'll be all for now. You are dismissed"

"Thank you, Eric" I answered with a foul taste in my mouth at his name.

As soon as I was outside the office I took off at a dead run towards the Women's Locker room, when as I felt a pair of hands grab hold and pull me into the room, shutting the door and turning on the light.

"Randy," I gasped in surprise. He smiled and moved towards me, greeting me with a tingling kiss, just like last night. "Jesus, Orton, you nearly gave me a damn heart attack with that stunt you just pulled."

"Sorry, Nikki, it's just that I had to see you."

I moved away and leaned up against the door, studying him. He was wearing a black Armani suit with a blue shirt and blue tie to match. And his trade black "dinner" shoes. You know the type of shoes that you see people wearing at black tie events, those are the ones I'm talking about. I had to admit, he looked good.

"So, then why not call my cell, and ask me to meet you somewhere?"

His shoulders shrugged, sheepishly. I'll admit I wasn't really thinking about it, just that I wanted to see your beautiful face again is all."

"As sweet as that is, we have to be more careful. Someone could've seen you pull me into this room, with out either of us realizing it."

Randy threw his hands up in surrender. "Fine, you win this argument. Now can we please move on to a different topic? A more pleasant topic I might add."

Nicole nodded her head in assent to Randy's request, giving him free reign of the conversation.

"So, part of my pulling you in here was to find out if you wanted to go out with me on a second date. So will you?"

Nicole's smile brightened considerably at Randy's question. "Just name the time and place, and I'm there."

"Great, I'll call your cell later on tonight to let you know. I just wanted to get the actual task of questioning out of the way is all."

She nodded, then stepped forward giving him a light kiss on the lips. Saying good-bye, she stuck her head out the door to check if the coast was clear, before exiting leaving Randy to his thoughts.

Approximately five minutes later, out walked Randy, completely missing the long brown haired man hiding behind the crates. Seeing that they were both gone, he stood from his hiding place, dusting himself off.

"Damn it, Nicole. What the hell are you doing?"

"Nicole, where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you for the past half hour," Steve yelled stopping her in her tracks.

"Again, why are you concerned, Daddy? I'm a grown woman fully capable of making her own decisions you know?"

"Don't sass me, girl. Now answer the damn question."

If looks could kill, Steve would be dead by now, off the daggers she was throwing his way.

"I was wandering around the arena halls." She defiantly lied.

Steve moved closer until he was standing eye to eye with her, trying to tell whether or not she was lying or telling the truth. Seemingly satisfied with that answer he backed off, heading in the other direction.

"Just remember, if you put so much as one toe out of line, I won"t hesitate to send you packing. Are we clear?"

"Clear as glass, Daddy. In fact I can see right through you," She uttered, watching as he walked away towards catering.

'What a shmuck. I still can' t fathom how it is we share the same DNA." She sardonically thought, shaking her head.

Turning around she took one step before almost colliding with a hard body. Taking a quick step back, she looked up, to see the blue eyes, belonging to the one and only John Cena.

"Hiya Nikki. Having a chat with your father?"

She looked him up and down, not responding and walked into the gym seeing surprise, surprise, Randy Orton, again.

"Randy, how are you today?"

I'm doing just fine and you?"

Taking a seat she responded with "never better" before engaging in a nice friendly conversation with Randy. Throughout all of this John Cena stood there watching this display growing increasingly jealous by the minute of Randy.

"How is it Orton will get a nice 10 minute conversation out of her, when I can't even get two words?"

Taking a seat at the "Fly" he began working the pectorals, shoulders and biceps.

"My name is Randy Keith Orton and I'm a member of Evolution"

"Evolution did you say!"

"Yeah you know the group that has Ric Flair, Triple H, and Dave Batista"

"Yeah that's all good but who's that stud over there, you know with the jersey on?"

"Oh that's John Cena, he's way more talented than I could ever be."

"Oh you are so right Randy", which is why I'm going to go talk to him right now."

We see Randy get down on his knees and start crying. "But wait, what about me, Nicole. I'm Randy Orton?"

Nikki doesn't answer but keeps walking until she reaches John Cena, taping him on the shoulder. "Hi, my name's Nicole Austin. You're John Cena right?"

John turns around swanked in all thug wear attire. "Why yes, I am. Tell me how would you like to go on a date with me?"

Nikki squeals in delight at the prospect of a date with the one and only John Cena.

"I'd love to, and can we go to your house where you can have you way with me?"

John turns to the viewers and smirks in delight.

"Sure, Baby, whatever you like."

Then together they walk off into the bright light, leaving Randy still on his knees crying like the little bitch that he is.

"John man, did you hear me?"

Snapping out of his daydream he focused on the one Randy Orton. "No, I didn't hear you, Dawg! What did you say?"

Randy shook his head at my unawareness. "You and I are fighting against one another tonight. So it might be best, if we start planning the match out."

"Fine, who wins?"

"I do, due to inference, when the ref is down."

John stopped his presses and shook his head. "Funny, how you guys are always winning, while the rest of us are always losing."

"Well, hey in the words of H, it's because I'm that damn good," Randy spoke with more show in his voice and actions.

"Whatever Orton and tell me who's the member doing your dirty work this time?"

"Don't ask me, I just know the outcome of the match."

"That and it'll either be Batista or Flabby over there," He spoke gesturing to Ric Flair who was standing in the doorway of the weight room with Triple H and Dave Batista.

"Randy, having a problem with the wannabe thug over there?" spoke Batista. "Because if you are, I'll gladly take him off of your hands."

John stood up at the underlying threat in his message. "Tell me, Randy, what the hell is a Batista. It sounds like something you'd say when taking a dump, then someone's actual name."

"Oh, I'll tell you what a Batista is, street boy."

Randy stepped in front of John, before Dave could get anywhere near John. "What are you doing, man? Move it before you lose it."

"Come one Dave, he's not worth it. We have bigger and better things to do tonight."

"Yeah, Bigman, Randy's right. He's probably just jealous of what we all have," called Ric Flair.

Dave nodded and began to leave out of the room, but not before threatening John with his life, if he pulled another stunt like that. To which John responded with the one finger salute, resulting in H having to forcibly remove Batista from the room. Randy went to follow, but found himself turning at John's voice.

"Look thanks for what you did right there. But if you think for one minute I don't realize you're planning something with Nicole, then you are stupider than I originally thought."

"Look, what I take part in outside of work has nothing to do with you. So kindly stay out of my business okay, Cena?"

John stood up nodding his head. "Yeah whatever, Orton. Just remember what I said."

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Later that evening, I had just stepped out of the shower in my hotel room, when my cell phone rang. On tip-toe I strode over to the bed, picked it up and made my way back into the bathroom.

"Randy?"

"Hey, why are you whispering into the mouthpiece?"

"Well, Trish is in the other room sleeping, but she's somewhat of a light sleeper at times. So I just want to make sure she won't wake up is all."

"Oh, precautionary measure, I see. So tomorrow night after the house show, you and me grab a bite to eat?"

"Sounds great, Randy. I'll see you tomorrow at the airport, okay?"

Randy nodded, though neither could see the other.

"Okay, Nikki, Goodnight."

Nicole said goodnight too before hanging up the phone and changing into bed wear before hitting the soft feather like bed. Her last thought being of Randy Orton's deep brown eyes.

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