Chapter 3
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now there're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
BANG, BANG, BANG...I slowly awoke from the horrible scene that was going on in my head. BANG, BANG, BANG... 'Who in the hell could that be?' I rubbed my sleep filled eyes, and glanced over at the nightstand table. The neon green light of the alarm clock flashed 3:23am and lit my way as, I stumbled to the door. I swung it open rather annoyed, if it was Paul I was going to kill him. Nope not Paul, it was the last person that I had expected to see at my door. It was her. She had changed since the club only a pair of sweat pants and a tank top graced her slender figure. She had taken off her make-up and her hair was pulled up in to a messy ponytail thing, on the top of her head. She was breathtaking.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
"We need to talk," She pushed me aside. I watched her walk over and plant herself on the sofa where my un-peaceful slumber had been taking place.
"Why Stacy please come in, make yourself at home," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. I could feel the tension in the room. She just glared at me. I sat in the chair next to the couch and in a very professional manner said, "What can I do for you, Miss Keibler?"
"Cut the crap Randy, you know perfectly well why I am here," She said glaring at me. I laughed. Maybe it was inappropriate but she was funny when she acted like that. "I don't know why I am even here. You are such an ass to me most of the time, but I can't let you give up the title shot for me."
Was she really saying this? Why does she care? She seemed so strong in this moment. Nervous, but strong. Her bottom lip would always give her nervousness away. She started to bite it as she waited for my response. I just stared at her and she stared right back at me. Almost challenging me to do something. No matter want I told myself I didn't believe that she loved Dave. But I knew that she was fond of him and he did offer her certain protection. Why don't she just leave well enough alone?
"My mind is made up. It's not your decision. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to get back to my non-productive sleeping..." I rose from the chair that I had been sitting on. She was quick she grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me down on the couch. She succeeded. I'm not sure if it was the lack of sleep or her sheer determination that made me weak. I was aware of her hand still resting upon my arm. I was secretly glad that I had been too tired to remove my dress shirt. The thin fabric was the only thing saving me from 'the butterflies' that had intoxicated me earlier.
"You are not the heartless bastard that you want me to believe that you are, you showed me that tonight..."
"Believe what you want to believe baby..." I started.
"Randy, stop the act. I saw right through it when you kissed me tonight." Her eyes softened when she mentioned the kiss. "I can't let you give up what you have worked so hard for these past few months." She spoke more softly now, more like the woman that she showed to the world.
"Who says that I am doing it for you?" I said coolly. I wish she would just move her hand. Did she really have no idea how she was tearing me up inside.
"Well...I just... thought... I mean I shouldn't have assumed...Dave is your friend." Her eyes fell. I had hurt her again. Why would she care who I am doing it for? Of course it was for her, but telling her that would give her the upper had in a situation I already felt I couldn't control. "Randy?" She asked softly.
"Yes," I replied a little sweeter than I had intended. I watched her look down. She looked at her hand on my arm. Then her big hazel eyes looked back into mine. I tried to remain a cold stare but I knew she could see me failing miserably.
"Why did you kiss me?" She whispered. I felt her hand, I saw her eyes, and I had a choice. I could confess everything or I could deny it and give her a bullshit line that she would know wasn't true. I decided to not do either one.
"Does it matter?" I asked. It was not cold nor was it warm. It was solemn.
"Of course it dose," She said. Still holding my gaze.
"No really, is it going to change anything? I could say to you, that you mean nothing to me. I could look at you and make you believe it. You will walk away hurt and hating me. Or I could tell you that I have longed to do that since Eric assigned you to valet for Evolution. I could tell you that I hate watching Dave hold you, kiss you. I could confess that you stir the very core of me. But then you would walk out of here and go back to Dave feeling relieved that the kiss at least meant something and that you were not just another conquest to a heartless bastard. While I am left here alone with not even my pride. So you see Miss Keibler. Neither is going to happen. I only hope that answer is good enough for you because it will be the only one you get." I watched her face flood with understanding. She could see the truth without it having to be told to her. She leaned over so close to my face with tears in her eyes. I thought that I had imagined what she said next.
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