"It is way too damn hot in here." Rae said breathlessly as sweat coated her body. "But I can't even move my toes let alone get up."

Randy laid beside Rae as they both looked up at the ceiling fan above them. Their fierce sex session wore them completely out. It was raw, it was heated, it was damn good. "You should really invest in having a refrigerator." Randy said.

"I have one, Randy. It's in that little place called my kitchen."

"I meant in here, inside your bedroom." Randy motioned to a corner. "Right over there. You could keep Gatorade and water. Maybe a few snacks."

"Why would I need that? Are you preparing me for a marathon, Orton?"

Randy glanced over at Rae's alarm clock. She always set her clock at least thirty minutes ahead but he could still tell that they spent the last two hours having sex in every imaginable position. But the kicker was that Rae was in control the entire time, as if she was trying to fuck the aggression out of her. Randy loved how she dominated him for he didn't have to do any work other than keeping his dick hard. "I could be." He smiled.

Rae rolled over and kissed Randy. "Well, we'll see about that. But at the rate we're going, I might need to invest in that."

Randy's mood shifted. There was something on his mind that was bugging him for the past few days and he needed to let Rae know as soon as possible. But he couldn't think of any better moment to tell her despite what happened that morning. "Rae, I like you a lot. I do. You're a great girl and we have a lot of fun together."

Rae knew what Randy was about to say before he even said it. It was the standard break-up speech. He was going to start it off by saying how great and wonderful she was and end it with a 'But it's not you, it's me' bit. And Rae was waiting for whatever bullshit excuse Randy would come up with.

But he surprised her. "I'm just got out of a heavy relationship and I don't want to re-enter another one."

"Really?" Rae asked with bright eyes. "Like you want us to just be friends?"

"I didn't say that. I mean, I still want to fuck you, you know? But I want something a little bit light right now."

Rae hugged Randy and smiled. "Oh, thank you, Randy!"

Randy was waiting for Rae to burst into tears or give him a speech on why he's the biggest asshole on the planet. Instead, her bright smile and almost contained attitude made his ego hurt. "You know, you could be just a little more upset."

"Why? Should I start crying and pouting?"

"Well, yeah…"

"Randy, it's okay. We can do fuck buddies." Rae smiled. "Yeah, we could."

"Just out of curiosity, your newfound attitude has nothing to do with a certain….oh I don't know…old-ass motherfucker?"

"I don't have a crush on Flair, Orton."

"That's not who I meant."

"Or JR."

"Rae…"

"Or King…or Vince, ew gross….or Dusty…or Terry Funk…or…."

Randy turned Rae's face to him. "You know who I meant, Rachel."

"Randy, before I answer, let me ask you…" Rae started. "If we're just fuck buddies, does it matter who else I'm interested in?"

"He'll cheat on you, Rae."

"I'm not dating him, Randy."

"You're going to."

"When did this turn into 'Who is Rae going to fuck next?' conversation?" She whined. "Can we please just enjoy this morning, Orton?"

Randy complied and kissed Rae's lips. "I'm sorry, Baby. Let's just enjoy this morning." He got up and put on his boxer briefs. "I'm going to bring in the breakfast I bought this morning."

"Okay." Rae smiled.

As Rae shifted her position, she thought about Dave. She didn't get a chance to ask him where he found his new apartment. She wondered if he was going to be close to her so she could still stop by and see him. With Randy officially telling her that she was free to do whatever and whoever, it opened up the possibility for something more to happen between her and Dave. Especially something that involved finishing what was started early that morning.

"That fucker stole the breakfast!" Randy yelled.

Randy's tone snapped Rae back into reality. "What?"

"Dave! That motherfucker stole our breakfast!" Randy yelled. "I'm going to kill him."

"Randy, it's not that serious…"

"It's not that serious?" Randy walked back into Rae's bedroom and pulled out the receipt. "I spent thirty bucks!"

Rae slowly blinked as she stared at Randy having a bitch fit. "Come on, we're getting dressed. We're going to IHOP."

"No, we're going to stay here and wait until that injury-prone asshole gets back!"

"And what in the hell are you going to do, Orton? What?" Rae folded her arms. "Beat him into submission with a bagel? Sting his eyes with orange juice? Suffocate him with a muffin? I'm curious."

Randy began to pout. "You know…"

"No, I don't know, you know…"

Randy sighed. "Fine, let's go. But I'm telling you right now, when I see that asshole I'm going to demand that he pays me back!"

"Alright, alright…" Rae started to hand Randy his clothing. "Now hurry up because I'm hungry."

Rae and Randy dressed quickly and were on their way out when Dave entered the apartment. "Hello, Rachel." He greeted before he turned to Randy. "Thank you for the breakfast." He smiled.

Randy was about to say something until Rae shoved him out the door.

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Later that week, Dave officially moved out of Rae's apartment and into his new two bedroom townhouse just a few feet away from her. Letting Tracy keep most of the furniture due to their divorce agreement, Dave bought new furniture—with Tracy's help. She figured that if he was going to spend money, she should at least help him make feasible purchases. Dave agreed for her to accompany him as long as he wasn't going to get "cheap shit."

To celebrate his new bachelor pad, Dave invited several wrestlers and Divas to celebrate his new digs. Among those invited was Dave's sometimes bedmate, Kristal, who was becoming increasingly clingy by the minute. Everyone whispered and laughed amongst themselves as Kristal was at Dave's side for much of the night.

"I didn't know you adopted a puppy, Dave." Mickie said as she blended her margarita.

Dave sipped his beer. "Real funny, Mickie."

"She always next to her master and never leaves her master's side." She mocked as she sipped her concoction. "Wow, she's a good bitch."

"Mickie…" Dave warned.

"Nice place, man." Big Show commented. "How many women are you going to have up in here?"

"As soon as he releases the puppy from the leash." Mickie laughed.

Dave shook his head. "I need to figure out a way to get rid of her. Do you have any suggestions, Show?"

"Just break it off, she'll understand."

"Oh no, she won't." Mickie shook her head furiously. "She'll…she'll…damn, this margarita is on fire!"

Dave rolled his eyes. "What am I going to do?"

Big Show thought quickly and came up with the only feasible solution. "I got it. Just follow my lead."

"Are you having a good time, baby?" Kristal smiled as she walked up to Dave.

Dave smiled at her. He knew she was too clingy from the first night they were together but it was her provocative attitude and wild mannerisms in bed that kept him coming back for more. However, it was her increasingly choking attitude that made him want to go through surgery without anesthesia. "We're having a great time tonight."

She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Aren't we?" She smiled.

Without hesitation, Big Show locked lips with a shocked Dave. He immediately pulled away from Big Show. "I love you so much, Dave." Big Show said lovingly.

"Dude, what the…"

"Let's not pretend anymore, David." Big Show caressed Dave's arms. "She needs to know about us."

Kristal looked at Dave and Big Show with confusion. "Know what? Wait? You two are…are…lovers?"

"Yes!" Big Show wrapped his arms around Dave and kissed his temple. "Isn't that right, Lover?"

Dave had a blank stare on his face as he played along with Big Show. "Yes." He said through gritted teeth and clinched fists.

"What about the other night, David? What about that?" Kristal asked.

"I was…I was…."

"He was seeing if he was still straight." Big Show then slapped Dave's ass and Dave stared at him. "But he's all the way gay!"

"Oh, you motherfucker…" Dave whispered.

"She's buying it…." Big Show whispered back.

"Well, I'm a little shocked but you guys look so cute together!" Kristal said. "I hope you can keep the big man happy, Show."

Big Show stroked Dave's chin. "I plan to. Isn't that right, snuckums?"

"Right." Dave nodded.

Kristal walked away and joined the other wrestlers as Dave wiped his mouth. "Motherfucker, you will never do that ever again!" He said to Big Show.

"Your skin is soft. Do you moisturize?" Big Show taunted.

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Rae was trying to concentrate on the new program books when the constant noise of the party a few doors down kept disturbing her. There was constant laughter and screaming. She figured it was either one of the many professional athletes throwing a party or wild college students who just moved into their new digs.

But then she recognized one of the voices to be a drunken Mickie James telling people off left and right. "Now only if your talent was as big as your dick, you could actually be slightly entertaining!" Rae heard Mickie yell.

Oh, I can't miss this. With that, Rae decided to crash the party. She took out a champagne bottle that she had bought for special occasions and quickly put on her cutest outfit.

She left her apartment and followed the noise to the party. She knocked on the door and was greeted by no other than Dave. "Rachel." He smiled.

Rae stood at the doorway, shocked. "I came here to crash the party but I didn't know you were here."

"It's my new place." Dave said quietly.

Rachel felt the life escape her body. It was bad enough that they were almost lovers; it was unbearable that it felt like Dave was punishing her. She almost felt like crying. Dave told her that he wasn't moving that far away but he didn't care to be specific. She was hurt that he didn't tell her but more angry that he didn't at least invite her to his housewarming party.

"Why didn't you tell me you were moving here?" She whispered.

Dave grabbed Rae's free hand and caressed her palm with his thumb. He leaned down and whispered to her. "Maybe I wanted to give you a private tour?"

Kristal was getting a third refill on her already too-strong margarita when she looked over and saw Dave holding Rae's hand. "Hey! I thought you were gay!" She yelled.