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Chapter 11

"Stace…" I finally caught up with her as she was trying desperately to get the card key to work.

"Just please leave me alone Randy." She said with desperation in her voice.

My mind was racing trying to come up with a solution for the situation that I found myself in. She surely wouldn't believe the truth especially with the reputation that I had built for myself. Randy Orton caring guy who just let this woman that he hardly knew, cry on his shoulder. I knew there was no way that Stacy was going to believe me. Or would she? She had seen a different side of me, hadn't she? Then there was the fact that Dave may already be in this room.

I watched her struggle with the door, her face red and flustered. My hand went down to take the card key from her to assist her. She protested at first but gave in. I slid in the key and opened the door. I studied the hotel suite to see there was no one there. 'Thank you God that Dave isn't back' was going through my mind.

"You can go now." She said. I opened my mouth to start to speak when she unexpectedly started to yell at me. "You know Randy, I thought that you were different. I should have known deep down inside you were just the same womanizing pig that you always were." She started to pace around the room throwing her hands wildly.

"Stace…" I started again. She turned to face me. Her face was flushed from her anger and hurt. Why would she be so upset anyway? She was with Dave. She had no plans of changing that. We had one nice dinner. That hardly constituted a relationship. She was being unreasonable.

"Don't call me Stace…" She started. There was something about her tone that was pissing me off. It was like she owned me. Now, I was getting angry.

"You know you are a little hypocrite aren't you?" I said meeting her challenge.

"How dare you?" Her hand started to rise for the slap that she did. Once again she may be fast enough for Paul but not for me. I stopped her wrist in mid air.

"How dare I? How dare you?" I said. I saw the anger in her eyes almost as burning passion. I held her wrist; my eyes were boring deep into hers.

"You bastard," she said. She didn't struggle to get out of my grasp though.

"No really Stacy, you are so high and mighty, you ask to come to dinner with me tonight, you grab my hand in the car, you dance with me, you let me treat you like I was your date. More importantly you treated me like your boyfriend. You were going out with me tonight and you were coming back here to share his bed. Do you have any clue what are doing to me? Don't you understand how you've made me want you even more this evening?" I said obviously frustrated. "Then a friend and that is all she is a friend, comes by my room to say hello and you flip out. This jealous girlfriend routine is not cool especially when you are not my girlfriend." Tears started flowing freely from her eyes and I wanted to apologize but it was the truth.

"You never gave me a choice," she said between tears. Gave her a choice? Gave her a choice? Of course I did…didn't I? Maybe I didn't give her a choice, but it is only because I knew I wasn't good enough and she wouldn't have chosen me.

"You wouldn't have chosen me anyway. You are scared." I snorted.

"You didn't let me." She screamed. "I am jealous. I don't want someone else to have you… I want you…" She screamed. She wanted me. What did she mean? Then out of the blue she did something that was almost out of character for her. She struggled out of my grip and pushed me hard against the wall and then pressed her body against me. My mind was spinning out of control, I felt as if I would go mad with desire if something didn't give. But I didn't dare kiss her, not this time. It was her choice this time. She crushed her lips on mine hard.

That did it. It was enough of a choice for me. I grabbed her bottom and she wrapped her long legs around my waist, I pinned her against the opposite wall all the while never breaking the kiss. She tore at my shirt not stopping to unbutton it and tearing buttons off at the seam. I sat her down on the bed and removed my shirt. She didn't want to wait for that. She started to pull at my belt. "Make love to me Randy." She whispered through the kissing and heavy breathing.

All I could think is how good this felt, how I wanted her. I started to kiss her again. She was having almost as hard of a time with my belt as she did the card key at the door. I was somewhat amused by that. The she switched the position. She pushed hard against my chest and rolled me over on the bottom. When she did I caught a glimpse of his watch. He must have forgotten it when he left for dinner with Paul. She stratteled me, and started to place hot wet kisses down my chest. I closed my eyes trying to pull my focus back to her but all I could think about was that damned watch and Dave.

"Stace…" I said. She sat up and started more successfully undo my belt. I heard myself moan. I knew I needed to stop this but she felt so good. "Stace…"

"Oh Randy I love you," she said. I wanted to scream it back I wanted nothing more than to take her into my arms and make love to her. But instead I sat up and gently sat her to the side off of my lap. She looked as intoxicated and confused as I felt. I wanted to go through with it. But I couldn't, at least not until it was over with her and Dave. "We can't do this it wouldn't be right."

"I know," she whispered and sighed. "But I have never wanted anything so much in my life."

We sat there in silence for the longest time, I'm not sure if either of us knew what to say to the other. I finally, stood from the place I had been occupying on the bed and put on my half torn shirt with no buttons. "Stacy, I think maybe you should take a few days to get your head straight. I will back out of the picture and you can really decide whether it is me or Dave that you want. I know that I said in the airport to go to Dave, but I will leave the choice up to you."

"Alright," She stood up adjusting her shirt. I saw her biting her bottom lip. I walked over to her and kissed her forehead and walked out into the hall.

It took all my strength to walk away from her. I almost felt as if I would cry. I looked down the hall to my room and saw Carrie a sleep against the wall beside of the door. I slid down beside her. My presents made her stir from her slumber. "Hey sleeping beauty."

"Randy?" She asked as she slowly was coming back to consciousness.

"Sorry it's not prince charming." I laughed.

"I suppose a charming frog will do for the present." She grinned. I sighed. "Everything alright?"

"Not really," I admitted to her.

"Want to talk?" She asked. I really wasn't sure how to start. I just shook my head. I saw her look at me and her eyes wondered to the torn shirt. "Who'd you get into a fight with this time?"

I laughed and looked down ant my white button down shirt that was ready to be retired. "The girl that was here before."

She shifted uncomfortably, which was strange because it was at the mention of Stacy. She sighed. "Looks like she won."

"She always does." I said. "Want to go inside?" I said pointing to the door of my room.

"Why not?" She said, standing. I stood also and slipped the card key into the lock. We came into the room, the curtains were still opened but this time they revealed darkness. I flipped on the lamps. She flopped down on the bed as I took off my shirt and started rummaging through my luggage in search of something to put on. "Now…Now Randy don't tempt me like that…you know I am a married woman." She commented on my lack of clothing. I laughed at her friendly teasing and turned around to smirk at her before turning my back to her and rummaging through my bag. I heard her gasp. "That must have been one hell of a fight." She said rising from the bed and coming closer to look at my back.

"What?" I said turning my head around trying to catch a glimpse of what she was starring at. She touched her figures to my back, and then I felt the sting.

"You have major scratches. Are you sure that was a fight? Looks like something else if you ask me." I turned to go to the bathroom to stare at my back in the mirror to get a look at what she was talking about. Yeap, there plain as day were scratches all down my back from my passionate moment with Stacy.

"Oh shit." I said rubbing them hoping that they would disappear.

"So that is what happened to your shirt…and why you were gone so long." She said with an interesting look playing upon her face. "What's up with you and blondie?"

"Interesting question," I said returning to my bag and pulling out a t-shirt. "Nothing really." I said trying to avoid the subject.

"Oh no Randy, this is a subject I would like to talk about." She said sitting on the bed and crossing her arms.

"Well I don't want to talk about it." I said slipping the shirt over my head. I meant it, I didn't make her talk and this was none of her business.

"Well I don't care, you need to." She said. She was being awful pushy.

"No Carrie this subject is off limits. I mean it." I snapped back. I could see her getting impatient.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why are you being so nosey?" I shot back.

"Because I need to know." She stated simply.

"You don't need to know and I don't want to talk about it." I said flopping down on the bed next to her. She was starting to adjatated me now.

"Fine suborn ass." I watched her cross the room to the window. I flipped on the TV. Why did she care so much? She didn't know Stacy. Part of me really did want to confide in someone but the fact that she was so interested immediately put me on the defense. For the first time I felt like I couldn't quite trust Carrie. I wasn't fully sure that her intentions were to mearly be my friend or did she have some sort of hidden agenda. I know she was waiting for me to speak but I decided that I would just ignore the situation. I laid back and flipped through the channels. She finally turned around. "I'm sorry Randy. I'll go." She started walking toward the door.

"Suit yourself. You don't have to leave but the blonde is off limits." I said.

"Fine." She walked over and fell of the bed. We once again were left in silence.

"How are you? I mean earlier, you were upset?" I said trying to make conversation.

"More confused than ever." She stated.

"About?" I asked. If she could be nosey then so could I.

"My husband." She simply answered.

"Ah, so he is what you were so upset about earlier." I was piecing the puzzle, better known as Carrie, together.

"Yes, perceptive Randy." She said. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to pry, especially because the previous conversation was about me.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked.

"No," she stated. We just laid there starring in silence at the image on the TV screen, both of us thinking about the same thing in a different way. The peace that she brought to the room before was replaced by an unsettling silence.

Thanks for reading I know there was a tad bit of smut in this chapter but I couldn't resist… Thanks for checking it out….Please let me know what you think…