"I said 'keep me company', Orton." Rae replied.

"I heard you. And I also asked you how many condoms should I bring?" He replied.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Orton."

"Not yet."

"Are you going to come or not?" Rae asked, emitting laughter from Randy. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Fuck, I did. Yeah, I'll be over in a minute." He hung up the phone.

Rae sighed as she flipped up her cell phone. She knew there would be slight problems with Randy showing up. Hell, who was she fooling? She knew there were going to be major problems. But with her body heat rising and Dave acting like he doesn't know what to do with her, she needed someone to take care of her needs.

Dave emerged out of the study. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Um, I have company coming over tonight."

"Oh?" Dave found himself intrigued. "A hot date?"

"Hardly." Rae smiled nervously. "Um, aren't you going to see your girls tonight?"

"In an hour or so." He chuckled. "Should I leave the two of you alone?"

Yes, yes you should. As a matter of fact, leave right now! "Um, if you want."

Dave felt a little jealous that Rae was seeing someone but he wasn't about to show it. After all, she was a young woman who had needs just like everyone else. Instead he showed his uncomfortable feeling about the situation the only way he knew how—by joking. "Well, it's been awhile since you got laid."

"Are you keeping track?"

"Well, when was the last time?"

"Seven months and five days." Rae blurted.

Dave put his lips together to contain his laughter. "Yeah, I'm the one keeping track."

Rae looked at the clock on the wall. Randy was going to show up at any minute and she wanted Dave to leave before he had a chance to stab Randy in his major organs. "Shouldn't you be leaving right now, David?"

"Okay, okay, I can take a hint…" Dave gathered his car keys and a jacket. "Should I give you a couple hours?"

"Um, three."

Dave had a surprised look on his face. "Oh my."

"Dave, I need to get ready for my date!"

"Okay, I'm leaving." Dave said as he walked towards the door. "Fill me in on all the details."

"Yeah, yeah, now go!"

Just as Dave opened the front door, he was greeted by an eager Randy Orton. Dave turned around to face Rae. "Is there something you want to share with me, Rachel?"

"Huh?" She replied.

"Dave." Randy commented as he stepped inside.

"Randy."

Randy walked over to Rae and kissed her cheek. "I'll be your bedroom waiting for you, Baby." He then smirked at Dave as he walked towards Rae's bedroom.

Dave waited for the door to close before he approached Rae. "I'm not going to ask the reason you didn't tell me that Orton was coming over here. I am going to ask if you honestly expect me to leave you alone with him?"

"Dave, he's not a rapist."

"He's a misogynist which is close enough."

"I can take care of myself, David."

"You've been acting like a broken record telling me that." He replied. "Is something I should know?"

Rae found herself in quite the predicament. Feelings that she was trying to express to Dave without actually telling him were overtaking her body. And now the opportunity was in front of her to lay out all the cards on the table.

And just like she has done in her past life, she decided to run. "No, there isn't."

"Rae, I'm not going to apologize for being overprotective but I don't trust him around you."

"You're not jealous of him, are you?"

Dave raised an eyebrow. "I know you're not serious with that question."

"Well, what is it? You don't trust Orton, Dave? Or you don't trust me?"

Dave shook his head in disgust. "I thought you knew me better than that, Rachel." He then walked past her and opened the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to leave you and Orton alone because Lord knows I don't want to hear what's going to happen." Dave then left.

Rae stood at the door, just thinking about what had transpired. She was rejected, then wanted, and then rejected again—all within fifteen minutes. Yet, the only problem she was concerned with was why she was facing her front door instead of being with a hot guy who was waiting for her in her bedroom.

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Rae entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She knew the sole reason that Randy was in her bed was because he was a pity fuck. But she also wasn't sure if sleeping with him was what she truly wanted to do, despite her hormones fighting with her head.

"Thanks for coming over, Orton." She said as she crawled in bed with him.

Randy turned over and spooned Rae from behind. "Well, you have something that I want."

"Now before I slap you…"

"Your ears, Rae. I like how you listen to me."

"When I'm laying in bed with you, right?"

"That always helps."

"So what's your story? You and Sam aren't engaged anymore?"

Randy stretched out in bed and wrapped his arms around Rae. "No, we're not."

Rae waited for Randy to at least explain what happened. Instead, she found the usual short and not so sweet answers that he was known for. "Aren't you going to fill me in?"

"She got on my nerves." He yawned.

Rae appreciated Randy's honesty but found his lack of detail to be desired for. "She couldn't suck your dick fast enough?"

"No, she was actually pretty good at it." Randy then caressed Rae's lips with his index finger. "Probably not as good as you, though."

Rae shivered at Randy's touch. "Okay, so what was the reason?"

"She thought I was disrespecting her and she ended the engagement."

Rae turned around faced him. "Nah, really? You disrespecting women?"

Randy smirked. "Cute, real cute. But let me make it clear: I never disrespected her. I never called her any names other than saying things out of anger, which I apologized over and over for."

"There's more to the story, Orton. Spit it."

"I fell in lust too quickly and realized that maybe there was more to the relationship than what we both wanted. She wanted the big house, the 2.5 kids and me home every once in a while."

"And let me guess you didn't?"

"I liked how things were. She wanted to get married now, have a baby within the next year and I just wasn't ready for that."

"So let me guess…you cheated on her?"

Randy shook his head. "Believe it or not, Rachel, not all wrestlers cheat. Now, that's not to say that I didn't have my share of attempts because I did."

"So what stopped you?"

"Honestly? No condoms."

Rae removed Randy's hands from her waist and started to get up. "And I think it's time for you to go home."

Randy pulled her back on the bed with him. "I'm just joking, Rachel. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't cheat on Sam. I just didn't."

"Do you wish that you did?"

Randy was surprised by Rae's question. It wasn't a typical 'It's all your damn fault' question that he was expecting. Rae was doing the one thing he didn't care for and that was being in deep thought. "Sometimes."

Rae wasn't sure what she was expecting when she asked Randy if he wished he cheated on his ex. But she was surprised at his frank honesty. "That's fair."

Randy rubbed Rae's shoulders. He knew her well enough that she didn't just call him over for sex unless she had ulterior motives. And her ulterior motives being getting even with whoever guy she was interested in at the time. "So why am I here? Really?"

Rae sighed. "Because I wanted to have sex with somebody."

"Somebody meaning Dave, right?"

Rae shrugged and her voice became small. "Maybe. I just needed someone to make me feel desired."

"Don't wait around for Dave is that's what you're hoping for." Randy said as Rae shrugged again. "But I also know you and I know we're not going to have sex tonight."

Rae adjusted her position as she straddled Randy. "What makes you so sure that I don't want to have sex with you tonight?"

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Far too upset to see his daughters, Dave was drowning his sorrows at Noize, a local night spot that catered to the grown and sexy. The club was consistently packed with local businessmen, celebrities, athletes and those trying to get a glimpse of the fabulous life.

Dave remembered how Rae would sometimes drag him to the nightclub, despite his consistent nay saying. He would watch Rae flirt and dance with any available guy that was cute enough to her liking. He always admired the way she would subtly shake her hips, almost hypnotizing him.

Now Dave was being approached by women left and right, as if his separation made him instantly available. He entertained the women and their mannerisms but his thoughts were concentrated on what could be happening at home. Shaking his head to relieve thoughts of possible sex, Dave took another sip of his Hennessy.

"You look like you could use some company." Trish said as she sat beside Dave.

Dave turned and faced her. "It's been an interesting night."

Trish briefly looked around the club. "Where's Rae?"

"At home." Dave said as he took another sip. "Fucking Orton."

Trish looked at Dave with both confusion and shock. "Orton?"

"Orton." Dave muttered. "Whatever."

"Dave, I don't see why the two of you just don't get together. It's obvious that you want each other."

"Now isn't the time."

"And when do you expect the time to be, Dave? When she's 50?" Trish then reached over and started to feel Dave's crotch.

Dave looked down at Trish feeling him up. "Should I even ask what you're doing?"

"I'm checking to see if you have balls because you're sure acting like a pussy."

"Why does everyone think I'm pussy for not sleeping with her? Can it be that I respect her enough to not approach her as if she's some slut?"

"Have you told her that?"

"What?"

"I swear I didn't stutter." Trish shook her head. "Have you told Rae how much you appreciate her?"

"She knows."

"So I take that as a no." Trish sighed. "And you wonder why she's fucking Orton?"

Dave shot Trish an evil look. "Don't start, Stratus."

"Whatever, Batista. Don't complain that I didn't tell you." Trish shrugged as she sipped her Mimosa.

As Dave and Trish sat in an uncomfortable silence, Dave was approached by another woman. "Well, Dave! Trish! I didn't expect to see you here!" Kristal approached them.

"Hi Kristal." Trish grinned.

Dave eyed up Kristal as she sat beside him. They were friendly acquaintances but nothing more than a hug or platonic conversation. But the way she wore her micro-mini and stilettos made Dave re-think why their relationship was platonic to begin with. "Hey."

"Are you guys here together?" She asked.

"No, we're just hanging out." Trish replied.

"Oh really?" Kristal became twenty times more interested in Dave. "What are you drinking?" She asked.

"Hennessy." He replied.

"That's very strong and smooth." Kristal winked. "Just like you."

"And that line was absolutely cheesy." Trish muttered.

"What was that, Trish?" Kristal asked.

"I said this Mimosa is making me feel a little breezy." Trish smiled.

Kristal moved closer to Dave. "So what brings you here tonight, David?"

I didn't want to listen to live porn at home. "I'm just relaxing, kicking back."

"Right, right." Kristal then put her hand on Dave's right thigh and whispered in his ear. "Let's dance."

Dave looked at Kristal and thought about the circumstances. It has been a little over two months since he's had sex and masturbation just wasn't doing it for him anymore. Plus the fact that Kristal was throwing herself at him since the moment she arrived made it quite easy for him.

"I have a better idea. Let's go back to my place." Dave whispered.

"I like that idea." Kristal smiled.

Trish panicked. "Dave, I thought you had other plans tonight?"

Dave held Kristal's waist and smiled at her. "They can wait."

Trish found herself trying to gasp for air as she watched Dave escort Kristal out of the club. She thought about calling Rae but was she really going to pick up her phone? And the moment Rae found out that Dave also brought someone home was going to be something short of disastrous.

Trish shook her head about the situation and the possible outcome. Forget the storylines; this drama is better than TV.