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Chapter 8

On the next morning I woke up on with a killer headache and looked at sealing laying on my back. Then I felt movement next to me and when I turned my head grimacing at pain, I couldn't believe my eyes. What the hell? Did Randy Orton lie next to me at the bed? No, this couldn't be happening! I lifted duvet carefully and gave a sigh for relief, at least I had my clothes on... Then the thought hit me like a lightning, what would my uncle say, when he discovers that I didn't spent the night at our room? I am an adult, but if he would know that I had slept in Randys bed that night... It wouldn't know good either of us, thought nothing had happened, at least I believed so... Then I stood up a bit fast and at the same time when I noticed that it was a mistake, because my head was exploding and the room was spinning in my eyes, I heard Johns voice.

"Good morning, LC"

I turned carefully my head and saw him grinning to me from the other bed which was in the room.

"Morning, John."

"Having a headache?"

"Yeah…" I sighed standing up carefully." What happened last night? How I got here?"

"I take that you don't remember much about that?" John looked at me grin in his face. "You were so drunk, that after we got you down from the table, where you were dancing at the club at one point, I and Randy decided to take you to sleep. We didn't want to wake Mark, so we brought you here."

"Did I dance on the table? Oh no…" I cried out, this wasn't good at all...

"Don't worry. That was very sexy sight." I turned to Randy, who grinned me from the bed. I just gave him a death glare.

"I have to go now to do some damage control…" I sighed and took my shoes. What in the earth I would tell to my uncle?

I turned back to Randy before I opened the bedroom door.

"Did we…I hope we didn't…" I didn't know how to ask, that we didn't have done anything, what we both might regret later. Fortunatelly he guessed what I tried to say.

"Don't worry. You passed out right when we got you on the bed and I didn't touch you." He aswered smiling a bit.

"But not because, you didn't want to." John muttered so quietly, that I wasn't sure did I heard him right. I turned to him.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." He said taking a innocent face.

I sighed and opened the door only for notice, that Bob Orton turned to look at me from the couch. I slammed door shut and looked at Randy, who again grinned at me.

"Your father is in livingroom!" I cried out.

"Yes, that's not surprise. He is staying in the other bedroom." He answered.

"But…I have to get out of here." I was so much in trouble!

"I'm sure he won't prevent you in anyway." He laughed a little.

"That's not it… But this is so embarrasing..." I was so embarrased about everything what had happened and I just couldn't deal with it. And I was a bit scared that what else I would heard about previous night.

John laughed and stood up like did Randy.

"Alright, sweetie. We will come to the door with you, so you don't have to be afraid of my big bad father…" Randy said taking gently my arm. I followed him out of the bedroom thinking that Bob Orton wasn't the big, bad man of who I was afraid at that moment...

John and Randy came with me to the room door while Bob was looking at us amused, he didn't say anything and maybe half of the reason for that was, that I gave him really nasty glances. Fortunatelly our room was only few doors from Ortons room and I didn't see anyone at the corridor. I opened our door carefully and stepped in. Immediately when I had closed the door, I heard my uncles voice.

"And where have you been the whole night?" Uh-huh that tone didn't know good, and I knew that I had to tell him the truth.

For my slight relif I noticed that Roddy Piper was also there, maybe my uncle wouldn't be so angry infront of him...

"I was at Ortons room…" I said hesitantly.

"You were WHERE?" Mark seemed to be a bit pissed… But for my surprise I did a little worry in his eyes too.

"Yes… Randy and John didn't want to wake you and because I was really drunk they took me in their room." I explained.

"You look like you did party last night quite heavily." Roddy grinned.

Oh, I knew that... My hair looked like I had been middle of tornado and my mascara had spred around my eyes.

"Did Randy do something to you?" My uncle sounded worried and I looked at him seriously.

"No, he didn't do anything to me. On the contrary he and John took care of me. And I passed out when I got to the bed."

"You could have inform me anyway." My uncle grunted.

"Hey, Mark. Livia is a grown up woman, she can take care of herself." Roddy came to my aid.

"I was worried." Mark looked at my eyes.

"I understand. I'm sorry, that I didn't let you know where I was..." I said going to my rooms door and opened it.

"At least Randy or John should have come to tell me that she is alright." I heard my uncle saying to Roddy before I closed the door.

When I came from shower, there was knock on my door.

"It's Stacy. Can I come in?"

"Sure." I answered and tall blonde entered the room looking me amused.

"You had quite eventful night."

"Tell me about that." I grimaced. "I'll never drink again."

"I don't wonder at all, that you say so. You were really in your full swing." She laughed.

"So I did heard from Randy and John." I snapped my mouth shut praying, that she didn't figure out what my words meant.

"Have you spoken whith them today?" Stacy seemed to be very interested.

I gave a sigh.

"Well, I slept in their room, because they didn't want to wake Mark." Then I hesitated few seconds. "I woke up next to Randy."

Stacy bursted to laughter and it took a time before she got herself together again. I just stared at her.

"Well, did there happen something?" She asked finally.

"No… At least I don't remember, I passed immediately." I answered a bit dryly.

"That's not a surprise. After all that dancing in the floor… and table." She stated and asked then. "How much you remember about that?"

"Not so much…"

"So, you really danced on the table for a while before Randy and John got you down."

"Yeah, so I heard."

"You danced also with several different men and in some point you seemed to be very comfortably in Heirenreichs armpit." Stacy explained.

"Oh no… I can't show my face to anyone..." I sighed.

"Don't worry, that happens to everyone sometimes." She comforted.

I just hope that se is right…

"One thing I do remember very well, thought." I started smiling at her. "I remember seeing that you and Chris left the club hand in hand."

My good friend blushed more, than I have seen her doing ever before.

"Yeah, that's true." She admitted.

"So? What happened?" I asked, of course that interested me enormously.

"Nothing special… We just talked." Then she looked at me with a very serious face. "Livia, I think I'm falling for Chris."

I had to work so hard to control myself, that I didn't dive screaming to hug her.

"That is wonderful." I said quite calmly." You two look great together and Chris is a great man."

"Yes, he is. And he did say that he likes me, a lot." She said smile appearing to her face.

'Yes!Yes! Way to go, Chris!', out of loud I said and grinned at the same time.

"So, have you already settled a date?"

"Not yet. Chris left just to airport, because he flies to Canada for few days." She answered.

"Well, I'm sure you'll settle that when he comes back." I said and I could heard excitement in my voice.

My mission was accomplished, Stacy and Chris would be together, and at least it looked like they really liked each others...

"Yes. I think so too." Stacy grinned and went to the door. Before she opened it, she turned to me.

"Livia, Randy likes you really much."

Whoa! Where did that come from? I looked at her amazed.

"Why do you think so?"

"I have firsthand knowledge." She answered smiling." By the way, ask him about the carnations."

Then she left the room, while I stared after her speechless. But why in earth I should ask Randy about the carnations, which I had received on my birthday? Unless... But he hadn't known about my birthday before I told him, and certainly he didn't know that carnations are my favourite flowers, right?