Chapter 01: I Don't Want You to Want Me By: The Moffatts

"Hey baby," Randy greeted the morning of their first wedding anniversary.

It was definitely a beautiful day. The sun was out and bright, gleaming down on him and his lovely wife from their room's balcony in their new home in Newport, just a drive away from the beach, both still in bed clad in nothing but boxers and a white nightgown.

Stacy groaned a bit, blocking her eyes from the pulsating rays of the sun by ducking her head under a soft pillow. Randy chuckled, following suit and kissing her on the tip of her nose.

"Happy Anniversary, sweetheart," he greeted, immediately waking Stacy up.

"Oh my gosh! It is!" she exclaimed, suddenly sitting up wrapping him in a tight hug.

Randy grinned, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. "I made reservations tonight in this fancy seafood restaurant I know you'll love," he winked before continuing. "And I know I have a hard time being the romantic type of guy but seeing as today's a really special day, I asked John to help me out and here," he said, handing her a hand-decorated CD case in which inside was the compilation Randy had made.

Stacy gasped, taking the CD and eyeing it in awe. Grinning from ear to ear, she jumped and hugged him once more. "I love you, Randy Orton!" she suddenly exclaimed, never taking her eyes off the CD and its songs. "But tell me, what are these songs for? Are they all dedicated to me?" she asked, playfully batting her eyelashes at him.

Randy laughed at her childlikeness. "That's why you have to listen to it, doll," he said, kissing her lips softly before popping the CD inside their stereo.

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Jump in. Let's go

Sit back. Enjoy the show

There are miles to go

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He waited for her. He waited for her inside his red 2006 Porsche Feral. He was dressed in mainly riches, from head to toe: the coat, the polo, the slacks, the shoes and the watch.

He patiently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, looking the parking lot from left to right. She'd be here any minute, he thought.

It had been three weeks now. Three weeks since they'd been feeling this certain sensation of burning desire for each other. It was very evident…especially in their eyes. The way he just looked at her when she passed along the corridor he was in, it was clear that she wanted him. And he wanted her just as much.

But seeing as they were both from different sides and had different friends in the roster, it was impossible for them to have each other. His friends would forbid it, and so would hers. It was just an unwritten rule.

But tonight, they were going to break that unwritten rule.

Because tonight, once he made sure she was all alone inside the cafeteria, he approached her. "Meet me tonight," he whispered seductively in her ear.

She stood frozen, staring at him with wide eyes while he pleaded her with his. Finally, she nodded slowly…and this made him grin deviously.

"I'll wait for you in my car," he said before taking off and looking for his friends.

She watched his retreating form, still shocked with what he did. But without a bit of uncertainty, she would definitely meet up with him.

Which was why he was uncomplainingly waiting in his car right now…because he was going to meet her. In a few moments, she'd be coming…to be with him.

And they were doing this behind everyone's backs.

He looked around once again. The arena had already closed and it was only his car in the parking lot. Turning his head to the right, he caught sight of someone. Finally, he thought.

Finally, she arrived; clad in just a short skirt and a red, halter-top. She entered his car and gently closed the door of the passenger's seat.

"Ready?" he asked.

She looked at him and nodded her head. Her face just said it all. She didn't even need to speak.

He stared at her for a while before he merely uttered, "Good."

And with that, he drove off towards their hotel.

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This could be the night

The only night

But something you should know

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They watched the hotel from a dark corner in the provided parking space. There, standing by the main glass door, was Hunter. And he wasn't alone. He was with Ric Flair.

He silently cursed before turning to look at her. "You go ahead," he told her, giving her the key to his suite. "I'll meet you in my room. It's 343," he instructed. "Go."

She nodded her head, opening the door of his car and closing it with a click. She walked towards the hotel, her eyes fixed on her white heels. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as her blonde hair moved gracefully down her back.

She walked past Hunter and Ric as they eyed her with pure hunger. Noticing this, she just kept her gaze focused on the ground as she entered the hotel and headed straight towards the suite she was told to go to.

She waited patiently for him as she seated herself on the large bed. She stared at nothing in particular, her mind only filled with one notion: Him.

How she wanted him so bad.

Moments later, he finally arrived. Dropping his bag and coat on the carpeted floor, he stared down at her while she gazed back at him.

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I don't want you to want me

'Coz I'll hurt you in the end

I don't need you to need me

Tonight I'll hold you tight

But I won't come back again

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He paced towards her…very slowly until he was finally in front of her. She just looked up at him, eyeing him in such smoldering want. He took off his polo in front of her, revealing his tanned skin with a firm chest and washboard abs. Taking hold of her shoulders, he lifted her up, compelling her to stand.

He cupped her face with his hands and stared at her intensely in the eyes. "Just one night," he whispered. And for some odd reason, she nodded.

Taking this as permission to begin, he slowly peeled off her top that covered her from him, showing off her strapless, black bra. He then unbuttoned her skirt and tugged it down ever so slowly, to expose her matching black thong.

She shuddered at the coldness of the suite before she felt herself being wrapped around his strong, toned arms. After a few moments, he pulled away. And that was when he dipped her head and slowly neared her, crushing her lips with his.

She kissed him back, wrapping her thin arms around him while he lifted her from the ground and wrapped her long legs around his waist. He gently placed her down on the bed, him topping over her as she slowly pulled his pants down.

"Just one night," she repeated before persisting on their sensual feats and filling their craving needs of each other.

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Don't think it's wrong

I just need somebody

And life goes on

So stay with me tonight

This only night

But don't forget you know

I don't want you to want me

'Coz I'll hurt you in the end

I don't need you to need me

Tonight I'll hold you tight

But I won't come back again

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He hugged her naked form with such care as she slept soundly in his arms. He watched her. He watched her sleep. He watched her breathe. He watched the way her bare chest rose and sank every time she breathed in and breathed out. He thought about what they had just done.

Shit, he couldn't do this to her.

He knew they couldn't be together. It wasn't just because they were on different sides and that their friends would forbid them. It wasn't just that. That was nothing compared to his reason as to why he couldn't be the solitary boyfriend of Stacy Keibler. Because if that was just the case, then it was long before that he would've began secretly dating her. It would have been a long time now since they would have been together.

But reality check, that wasn't just the case.

He knew that he would hurt her. And that was the last thing he ever wanted to do in his life. He couldn't even count each day he longed for her because it was way too much for him to keep track of already. All he knew was that he wanted her more than anything else in his life.

But even though he felt this way, he still stopped himself from getting together with her. Because he knew that one way or another, he would totally flip-out on their relationship and break her heart into little pieces.

And he didn't want that.

She deserved to be with someone who would treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Sure, he could be doing that for a while. But he was Randy Orton. And he would just do that for a while. Because pretty soon, he would be the same Evolution jerk and hurt her to a great extent with the things he may do.

At least, that's what he thought.

And so now, that was the main ground on why he slept with her for just one night. No, they refused to call it a one-night stand. They allowed this night to take place so as they could somehow fulfill each other's needs…because then, they could go on and live their own lives after. All that burning desire for each other could be answered and filled in this one night as tomorrow, they would return to being the Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler that everyone knew.

They could pretend that this never happened, although it did. Because at least now, they were able to get a feel of each other…and they wouldn't be so bothered anymore.

Or would they?

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"How could I ever forget that night?" Stacy sighed in reminiscence after listening to the first song.

A wave of nostalgia hit Randy as well as he smirked at her. "How could you forget that night?" he teased in a seductive tone.

Stacy jokingly smacked his shoulder. "You big goof! What's the next song?" she asked, waiting for the second song to play.

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