Chapter 05: Dirty Little Secret by: All-American Rejects
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Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
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"Are you ready?" Randy asked, taking Stacy's hand as they headed out of the arena, thankful that the halls were empty. They just came from a meeting and it was still early in the afternoon, hence they decided to go to the mall and go shopping.
It had been two weeks now since they've started hanging out, as always, behind everyone's backs. Still abiding by the notion that there were no rules to follow and no rules to break in their somewhat odd relationship, Randy had to admit that being with her gave him the best comfort in the world. Normally, he wasn't the monogamous type of guy; never sticking to one woman. But all that changed when he met the very best; and that of course, was Stacy Keibler.
He liked being with her. They could just talk for hours about anything and everything under the sun and she gave him this aura of incessant bliss. When he was with her, it was like all his frustrations about the World Heavyweight Championship or about Evolution or about being the Legend Killer or about making it big in the business was blown away; just by the pretty smile on her face.
How he wanted to kiss her so bad; hold her in his arms and caress her; make her feel how much emotion he felt for her.
He inwardly sighed, taking a glance at the beautiful diva who was now seated quietly inside his car, reading a novel by Zoey Dean. He carefully turned left, slowly nearing the mall.
Stacy turned another page, fully aware of Randy shooting her furtive glances. She, too, would eye him every so often; a smile wanting to play on her pretty face. She had no idea where she and Randy were at in their surreptitious liaison but all she knew was that she enjoyed Randy's company and often times found herself thinking too much about him.
Every time the other divas talked about him, Stacy's heart flipped for two reasons: One, because he was Randy Orton; the very essence of a perfectly gorgeous man, who always kept her mind occupied and two, it was because she felt a slight tinge of jealousy, the girls talking about him like that.
But as always, she would remind herself that Randy liked being with her and always enjoyed her company each time they were together, therefore stating that she was the luckiest one among all the other divas.
What she didn't know was that she already owned the Legend Killer's heart, taking it captive in her delicate hands.
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I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Just another regret, hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret
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"So where do you wanna start?" Randy asked as he and Stacy were headed towards the top floor.
"I'm not so sure. I want to check out a few stores," Stacy shrugged, looking around.
"Well come on then," the brunette said, taking hold of Stacy's hand and leading the way.
Two hours later, he found himself almost bankrupt and holding a dozen bags from different branded shops. He felt like he just bought Stacy the whole mall!
He checked all the bags he carried: two pairs of Manolo Blahniks, one pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, another set from Miu Miu, three skirts from Elizabeth Arden, two shirts from Ralph Lauren, another skirt from Marc Jacobs and another from Tom Ford, a simple, black evening dress from Versace, a bottle of perfume from Christian Dior, a silk night gown from Alexander McQueen, a bag from Louis Vuitton, another one from Chanel, a purse from Prada and a belt from Gucci. Of course, he didn't forget the dozens of sexy lingerie she bought from Calvin Klein and Victoria's Secret. He even bought her a silver bangle from Tiffany's and Co. and a pair of Dakota Smith shades.
One thing he would always remember was that Stacy Keibler was very high maintenance.
Of course, he couldn't complain about all the expenses he paid for. Stacy was willing to pay for them all but he insisted that he would pay for everything. When she offered to pay for pizza since it was the least she could do, Randy declined and told her it was nothing. After thirty minutes of arguing, Stacy finally gave up and let Randy pay the bill.
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Stacy fell exhausted on Randy's bed later that evening, her shopping bags scattered everywhere around his hotel room. "Today was draining," she pointed out, watching as Randy took off his coat and hung it on the door rack.
"Hell yeah it was," Randy agreed, teasing Stacy, "Especially if you're the one who carried all those heavy bags."
"Hey!" Stacy stood up and smacked him lightly in the arm. "I offered to help you carry some! You didn't let me!"
Randy chuckled, kissing her cheek softly. "I know. I'm just teasing," he said, winking before entering the bathroom.
Stacy's cheeks turned vermilion the moment she felt Randy's lips touch them. Without thinking, she smiled and fell back down on the bed, sighing.
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Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
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Steam emanated from the bathroom as Randy emerged in a pair of boxers and shirt. His brown hair trickled in water and he smelled of the fresh aroma of baby soap. Stepping out, he found Stacy on his bed; hair disheveled and body limp, peacefully sleeping amidst the sounds of the television. Her legs dangled from the edge and she slept soundly on her side, curled up like a little ball.
"Just like a baby," Randy muttered, walking up to her before brushing her hair and kissing her forehead. This caused her to stir and flutter her eyes open.
"Hey," she greeted in a sleepy tone, slowly sitting up and yawning. "I better get back to my room," she said. "I'm really tired."
"No…please just stay here?" Randy pleaded; his tone sounding very hopeful.
Stacy looked at him apologetically. "Randy…I don't want to do anything we're gonna end up regretting," she said.
Taking this as a hint, Randy's lips pouted. "I wasn't implying anything, I swear! I just…I just like being with you and…and I dunno…I was wondering if I could spend just a little more time with you."
Stacy's two eyebrows met as she eyed him curiously. "What are you trying to say, Randy?"
Randy sighed, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt before looking around. "Look, I'm not really good at this; handling my emotions I mean…but I'll try to explain," he said truthfully. "I…I don't know what it is about you that always…that always gets me addicted," he started off. "I like being with you, yeah. And I…I always look forward to spending some time with you…even if I have to sneak out…just to be able to…just to be able to meet you."
"At night, I can't sleep…'coz I always wonder how you are. I lay in bed until three in the morning just thinking of you…and wondering if you're thinking of me, too. At times, I think I'm crazy; crazy because I've never…I've never felt this way before. Not with any other girl. But then…I realized…that you're not like any other girl. You're really special…at least for me."
Stacy smiled at him, getting him all the more nervous.
"What I'm trying to say is…I like you. I really, really like you, Stacy. And I'm gonna take it as far as to tell you that I…that I'm…I'm falling for you, Stace."
Stacy's heart skipped a beat the moment she heard those words. She was left speechless as Randy continued.
"And I know…that…that the more I spend my time with you, the more I'm gonna fall. Honestly, I so want it to be that way. Before, I tried hard to resist it. Because I didn't want to put you in danger."
"Why would you put me in danger, Randy?" Stacy asked softly. "Is it because of Triple H and Ric Flair? Are you afraid of them hurting me?" she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Yes, but that's not all."
Again, Stacy was confused.
"You see, I thought I was happy with the kind of relationship we were having. After that night that we…that we made love…I thought I was going to forget you, only to find that that was the same night I…that I started to fall for you," he sighed. "I'm really sorry…but I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship, Stace. I couldn't do that. I'm a jerk. I know…I know I'm gonna screw things up between us one way or another. And I can't live with that. I can't live with the fact that I'm gonna hurt you and break you. Honestly, I…would rather die…than to see you hurt and walk away from me."
A few tears were now brimming from Stacy's eyes. Randy cupped her face gently and stared right through her. "Stacy, you deserve to be treated like a princess that you are," he whispered, wiping her tears away.
Stacy placed her hands on top of his and smiled, "Randy…that's exactly how you make me feel."
For a while, they stared at each other before finally, Randy pulled her in and captured her lips in his. Their kiss seemed to last forever as slowly, they both pulled away. "Please don't be afraid of hurting me, Randy. Because I know…that you won't."
Again, Randy kissed her with such fervor, breaking away to stare right into her eyes. "I promise you, Stacy…I'm never ever going to hurt you. Not now. Not ever."
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Who has to know
The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Just another regret
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Just another regret, hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Who has to know
Who has to know
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The couple stood in each others arms, enjoying the comfort they mutually gave each other. All of a sudden, Stacy's head rose up. "What about Hunter and Ric?" she asked him, concern filling her eyes. Not that she was afraid of them hurting her. It was more of them hurting Randy.
"Ssshhh…" Randy assured, kissing her forehead. "They won't have to know."
"How?"
"Because I'm gonna keep you my little secret," he winked.
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Stacy laughed at the song that just played. That indeed described one part of their relationship. Snuggling closer to Randy, she recalled, "You know? You never really kept that promise of yours."
"What promise?" Randy asked, continuing to stroke her soft, blonde hair.
"That you would never ever hurt me," Stacy pointed out with a giggle.
"I never did!" Randy protested, defending himself and reminding Stacy that he was never a jerk to her.
"Maybe you weren't. But I still got hurt at some point, Randy."
Randy sighed in defeat. He knew she was right.
Upon hearing his silence, Stacy could only grin. "Why don't we listen to the next few songs, shall we?"
Randy scoffed, rolling his eyes jokingly before listening to the next track.
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