Author's Note: This chapter doesn't contain sexual content but it will leave you hot and bothered.
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Arriving at Raw the following Monday from the not-so-comfortable breakfast, Rae took her usual spot at the sound booth. She had barely seen Dave since the breakfast and the two weren't on speaking terms. She tried to brush it off that she didn't care but she knew that she did. So easily did their relationship turn into an uncomfortable situation from the very much comfortable rhythm they had.
But they both were at fault, she admitted. It wasn't just her and it wasn't just Dave. It was the both of them. But she also wondered if it was too late.
Word around the locker room spread quickly regarding Dave and Kristal, courtesy of Kristal. She stopped short of telling everyone that her and Dave were together but her mile-long smile couldn't hide the fact that something transpired between them. Kristal's enthusiasm made Rae all the more uncomfortable when she was being questioned by the Divas.
"Well, I rather have him fuck Kristal than Lilian. I would be hearing about the fucking for months and months to come if he did it with Fiona Crapple." Mickie shuddered as she applied her makeup. "I'm surprised he didn't break Kristal in half. Skinny-ass wench."
"You are such a hater, Mickie!" Maria laughed. "You hate her for no reason."
"Hey, I'm an equal opportunist when it comes to hating." Mickie shrugged. "I'll hate you too in a second."
"But what I don't understand is what the hell was he thinking bringing her home to your place? Why couldn't his Louis Vuitton-ass get a hotel room for the night?" Torrie shook her head.
"Well, that's the last time that shit is happening." Rae rolled her eyes. "I asked Dave to leave."
"Good for you!" Candice said. "It's about time someone told him that being an asshole isn't a good look."
"Well, I think it's better that way. He didn't like the fact that I had Randy spend the night." Rae replied as she munched on Cheetos.
There was a thunderous silence in the dressing room as all of the Divas stopped what they were doing to face Rae. Rae looked up to see shocked faces staring back at her. "Let me guess, you guys don't approve of that?"
"Sweetie, we thought you and Dave were going to hook up. I mean, Orton?" Victoria asked.
"Other than the obvious, what's wrong with Randy?"
"Everything." The Divas replied in unison.
Rae felt an incredible urge to defend her best friend and would-be lover. "Hey, he's not perfect. He admitted what he did was wrong and he's sorry for it."
"He's sorry because he lost money for two months. He's sorry because he's getting his ass handed to him on a weekly basis. He's sorry because he's not going to get the belt for a while." Trish said.
"I'm sorry that he looks like a goddamn blowfish." Mickie commented as Maria turned towards her. "Hey, I'm an equal opportunist."
"You guys can give me the exact same speech that Dave gave me if makes you feel better but I know what I'm doing." Rae said.
"Rae, sweetie, just out of curiosity…if everyone is giving you the exact same speech, doesn't that mean that you don't know what the hell you're doing?" Torrie asked.
"I know what I'm doing, Torrie." Rae said. "Now excuse me, I need to go work on some more entrances." She hurriedly left.
All of the Divas watched Rae leave the dressing room. "Fifty dollars says her and Dave are going to do it by the end of the year!" Maria yelled.
"I say three months." Victoria got out some cash.
"I say five weeks." Torrie rummaged through her purse.
Trish watched the women getting out their money. She smiled with pure confidence with her bet. "I say by the end of the month."
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Steadily sipping on her lifeline of a Venti Chai Tea Latte, Rae situated into a rhythm of sharpening more entrances. Yet the only thing that she was focused on whether Dave had found a place. And she was secretly hoping that he couldn't find one.
Randy walked up from behind and wrapped his arms around Rae. He kissed her left cheek. "Hey Baby. Feeling any better?"
Rae shrugged. "I'm doing fine."
Randy slightly began rocking side to side. "Sure about that?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Rae concentrated on her screen. "Yes, I'm absolutely fucking fine."
Randy pulled up a chair beside Rae. He put his hand on her right thigh and made circles with his index finger. His slight touch made Rae temporarily forget all about her problems with Dave. "I don't wait around for anyone. But if you want me to, I will."
Rae turned her head. "You've been watching too many soap operas, Orton."
"But you have to admit that was pretty good, huh?" He said, forcing Rae to crack a smile. "And it worked on you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Randy leaned closer to Rae. "Despite all that bullshit I just spit in your ear, there was some sincerity to it. I'm just saying you should keep your options open."
"My options or my legs?"
Randy nodded. "Both." He smiled as Rae playfully hit him. "You can't knock a guy for being honest."
"And that you are."
"That I am." Randy smiled. He turned Rae's face to his. "And always with you."
Slowly, Randy and Rae kissed, their lips feasting on each other. They moved closer to each other and Randy picked up Rae and sat her on his lap. He caressed her back as the pair continued to kiss each other. Rae wrapped her arms around Randy's neck as his hands continued to roam her body. He then slid his hands underneath her shirt and un-fastened her bra.
Randy lifted up Rae's shirt to her neck and began to suck on her breasts as Rae found herself grinding against Randy's lap. It has been seven months too long and she needed something. And she certainly didn't give a damn where she was when she got it.
"Randy…" Rae moaned.
Randy stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "I want you now."
"Take me." Rae then got up and locked the door to the sound booth.
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Rae was frustrated. She was angry, she was pissed off and she felt like she about to burst into tears. She wanted to kick herself for being so stupid and indecisive but instead let her emotions dictate her actions.
But she wasn't crying over Dave or Randy but rather her true love—cigarettes. She knew she should've stopped by and picked up a carton on the way home but she decided to take a nap instead. She ended up smoking her last one and was jonesing for another one at seven in the morning. She searched her purse and her desk but she couldn't find one anywhere. And she needed a fix that was something fierce.
Deciding that her cravings were a little unbearable to just wait until the morning, Rae went to the 7-11 down the street from her apartment. It was there that she was approached by a familiar face.
She was something out of Playboy with her double-Ds and almost perfect body. She considered her body almost perfect because she still had to cover up the cellulite. But Tracy Bautista looked stunning. With her long, shiny black hair and exotic features courtesy of Italian and Peruvian parents, she was a knock-out. She could be covered up head-to-toe in clothing or wearing nothing but a smile that made men want her. Yet, it was her girlish charm and sweet sincerity that made her desirable.
And many wondered what the hell Dave was thinking when he cheated on her. Dave always replied with, 'I usually think with the obvious when I'm having sex.' "You're up early." Tracy said through her dark sunglasses.
"I didn't fall asleep." Rae replied.
Tracy smiled as Rae scrambled to find her wallet. "I got this one." She handed some cash to the cashier.
"Thanks, Trace."
"Not a problem." Tracy picked up the change and thought about her next move. "Rae, do you have a minute?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I want to talk about you and David."
"I didn't fuck him, Tracy."
"That wasn't my question, Rachel. But since we're on the subject I need to know." She replied with a smile. "Why haven't you?"