1WOOO! Yet another chapter down. I'm focusing more on Trish and Randy and Stacy and John in this episode..some major shit is going to go down soon with these two couples and things are going to go downhill so I was trying to build up their relationships in this chapter. Bare with me..the action is soon! REVIEW AND THANKS FOR READING! Luv ya'll :)
Chapter Fourteen: "Unspoken Challenge"
Trish Stratus paced the abandoned hallways as if she were in search of something, which she was in fact, looking for a certain young man. Her mind was made up and she was going to go through with her plan. She wanted to taste the sweet revenge on Randy Orton's lips. The Canadian blonde closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction. Oh, when Dave found out. That was the day she was dreaming of. Trish jumped in surprise at the sound of a slammed door, her heart skipping a beat as she gasped aloud. She whipped around and found just the person she'd been waiting for..and he was wearing that sexy smirk.
"Ah, Randy! I've been waiting for you."
"I like the sound of that," he grinned, his eyebrows raising briefly in the familiar suggestive manner. Trish let out her infamous giggle, tossing her blonde locks behind her back. "What's up, Missy?"
"Are you free later on?" Randy's face changed into a mix of both surprise and interest, his eyebrows raising once again. He wetted his lips with his tongue as he leaned up against the wall, his strong arms crossing in front of him.
"Sure am. Why you asking?" Trish shifted her weight and stared down the hallway, as if making sure no one was coming. She bit gently down on her bottom lip, trying her best to push the sudden nervousness away.
"I wanted to hang out, catch up on lost time." Silence followed her words. Randy soaked in her response, his crystal eyes reflecting the lights that surrounded them.
"Well, that sounds like a plan, Missy."
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Randy rested his head on the back of the booth in which he'd gotten comfortable. Trish was supposed to be arriving any second and he found himself wondering why she suddenly wanted to hang out. Of course, spending time with the gorgeous Canadian was far from a problem. He smirked to himself as he caught Trish entering the club, a look of pure confusion on her pretty face. She desperately searched for him, her eyes wide and panicked. Randy snickered and raised his hand, waving frantically until the blonde bombshell finally found him.
"Jeez, couldn't you have picked a place that's a little more..quiet," she complained, tossing her purse at him.
"But I've got VIP here," Randy drawled, a smirk once again sneaking across his lips at the look of delight on Trish's face. He had ordered the finest of everything on the menu..although they were just hanging out, there was no reason he couldn't charm her.
"So..why you being so fancy?" she asked, one of her eyebrows rising in question. Randy handed her a glass champagne and grinned, running a hand across the table to take hers captive, his warm fingers caressing her smooth skin. Trish swallowed regardless of the dry spot in her throat..she felt electricity set her every nerve on fire at his simple touch.
"Because, when in the presence of a gorgeous woman, you do anything you can to make her feel like royalty," Randy whispered, winking at her from across the booth. Trish's heart leapt inside of her chest..she couldn't believe he had the balls to say that. In her mind, he was taking this too far..but, that was what she wanted.
"You are with Trish Stratus..and I am royalty." She raised her glass as if proposing a toast and smiled innocently. Randy leaned forward and pressed a hot kiss onto her hand, the caress of his lips sending shivers up her arms, into her chest and down her spine. She could feel pleasant tingles in between her thighs..what an amazing feeling he brought out in her. Trish played it cool and yanked her hand away as if she hadn't given any thought to the gesture. Randy smirked as he took a long sip of his own champagne, his eyes never once leaving the diva that sat across from him.
"Mm, I've got to ask..why are you suddenly interested in hanging out?" Trish's eyes shifted back in Randy's direction and away from the beautifully lit candles and the fancy dinners.
"Why? Does my sudden interest in spending time with you make you..uncomfortable?" she whispered, throwing caution to the wind and preparing to start her sweet talk and seductive ways. With the success she'd had seducing other men in her lifetime, getting Randy Orton would be simple. Trish leaned further forward and rested her firm breasts on the table, the lack of fabric that should've been covering that area allowing the man before her full access to her assets. Randy's eyes darted back and forth from her eyes to her breasts as he wetted his lips with his tongue, swallowing back the urge to let out a low growl.
"Uncomfortable? You've got to be joking, sweetheart," he hissed, arching one of his eyebrows at the laugh she tossed back at him.
"Quit acting like you're the man." Randy's face flushed in annoyance, all the while his eyes never leaving hers.
"I am the man, honey." Trish tossed her hair nonchalantly, a wide, amused grin spreading across her lips that were coated to glossy perfection with a balm that smelled of strawberries. She took a sip of the sparkling contents of her glass once again, before leaning ever closer to the handsome brunette.
"What makes you so special, Randy? Is it because you're a third generation superstar? Or is it because you're the youngest World Champ in history? Or.." she paused, standing now to tower over him, her hands gripping both sides of the table. "..is it because you think you're God's gift to women?" The young man stood now to square off against the feisty blonde, who now had her head cocked in confidence.
"My dear, I am God's gift to women. Ever stopped to wonder just why most ladies come crawling to me for some attention..have you ever wondered just how Randy Orton makes stubborn women like you scream?" he spoke sensually, holding his head high as he watched Trish look off in thought. Though she wouldn't admit to anything of the sort so early, she knew how her mind had wandered.
"You are pure talk. You can't back any of that up.."
"Want to find out?" Randy asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Not really," Trish smirked, finishing off the champagne in her glass.
"Then keep your mouth shut." Randy held up a hand in protest before she could reply and took his seat once again, smiling up at the diva who was now making her way around the table. Trish stopped in front of the Legend Killer's spot and stared down at him, her eyes narrowed.
"I dare you to tell me to shut up again," she whispered. Randy let out a soft chuckle and pushed off from the table, taking one of the blonde's soft hands in his.
"Shut up." Trish loved whatever game he wanted to play with her. Although she was only using Randy for revenge, it didn't mean she couldn't have some fun.
"Oh, I see..you wanna lose your nads!" He laughed aloud, tugging on her arm to lead her through the crowd of people and out onto the deck that overlooked the water. She remained silent as she kept holding Randy's gaze, a gaze that made her shiver. One of his fingers traced her jawline and then trailed down her neck.
"Something tells me you didn't come here to hang out, Patricia," he replied smartly, knowing how much she hated it when anyone used her full name. The Canadian bombshell turned to look out across the water, her eyes sparkling in the glow of the moon.
"Must you assume that any time a woman wants to spend time with you, it's automatically to fuck?" He shrugged his broad shoulders, joining her as she studied the ocean.
"Why not? I mean, c'mon, I am positive you've thought about it."
"You are a conceited dick, Rand." He flashed her the grin that made girls weak in the knees. Trish continued to study him even after he turned his back, his beautiful features subject to her gaze. There was just something about the young brunette that was captivating..whether it be his stunning looks or something different. Whatever it was, it was more than the blonde beauty could comprehend. Even Dave, in all his beauty, failed to make her feel about a million different emotions at the same time. Trish hated the man beside her with such fierce intensity..yet she wanted to fuck him raw at the same time. She blinked rapidly and shook her head discretely..the task ahead was going to be very intense..and she was looking forward to it.
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The hot nights of summer were slowing beginning to fade and the world around was taking notice of the changes, the once green leaves on the trees now turning colors. The sky was bright and clear and only a few scattered clouds were lingering up above. The warm rays of sunlight seemed to dance on Stacy's face as she continued her morning jog, now aware of the sweat that was streaming down her skin. She was almost to the spot where she had agreed to meet John Cena, who was already comfortable on a nearby bench, his black hat placed over his face and his hands folded across his chest. Stacy came to a halt and stared down at the sleeping figure with soft eyes. The passing month had been hard for the leggy diva. She wanted so much to depend on John but he was part of the problem..she hadn't given much thought to the nights she'd spent taking advantage of his love..nor did she want to feel guilty for using him to forget a certain man, who she also wanted to stay clear of. It wasn't like she didn't care about John..things were just getting so..heavy.
"You wanna share with the class, Stace? What's on ya mind?" The deep voice had snapped her out of her thoughts, back into the present.
"Huh?" John chuckled at her confusion and stood up, his hands taking her hips captive with their grasp, his warm fingertips massaging the skin with gentle care. Stacy swallowed sharply and let out a deep sigh, lowering her gaze as to avoid his piercing blue orbs.
"Whatchu been so wrapped up in?"
"Nothing really. Just so..mentally exhausted. All these appearances and all these shows..I just want to get away," she sighed, still studying the ground as if it were interesting. John smiled softly at the look of defeat on her face, his mind swirling around the idea that he'd been wanting to propose to her for almost a week. When had he ever held back like this? The answer was, of course, never and it wasn't about to start now.
"Are you up for a vacation?" he asked quickly.
"Of course. But, there's no way in hell I'm going to get that idea past Mr. McMahon!" To that John let out another chuckle, which led Stacy to believe that he had something in mind. "Just what in hell are you laughing about?"
"I'll ask Vince.."
"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief, her eyebrows arched.
"I will ask Vince," he explained slowly. Stacy's eyebrows shot up even higher and she let out a chuckle of her own, her mouth gaped open as if this were something of extreme humor.
"Why would you do that? It's not like you'd want to come with me!" She laughed softly, rolling her eyes at the thought of Vince screaming something along the lines of "You can't leave!" or "I need you..and you equal ratings!" The leggy blonde's hazel orbs fluttered back in John's direction and her giggles faded into instant silence at the serious, stony look on his handsome face. "Wha..?"
"That's exactly what I'm planning to do..I can book a three day cruise for us. That's if you'd like me to come along.." Stacy looked over him in utter shock, her eyes now wider than before.
"John Cena! You've got more balls than any other man I've ever known!" Another deep laugh emerged from his lips, his eyes twinkling in the morning sunlight.
"You bet your ass I do..and you're coming with me, even if you refuse..no if, ands or buts!" John turned his back to her, not before winking at her, and began back towards the hotel. Stacy was frozen to her spot..three days..on the ocean..alone with John? Her mouth became suddenly dry as her mind processed the days ahead..what the hell was she going to do?
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Randy Orton's blue eyes fluttered closed as he leaned back against the soft pillows that were propped up behind him, his body sinking into the cushion. He'd just got back to his hotel room after what seemed like the longest match of his life. Although he loved working with Mark, better known as Undertaker, everything just seemed to move in slow motion and all he wanted to do was relax, maybe have a few beers. Randy had just gotten positioned into what was most comfortable for his aching back, a sudden pounding on the door made him jolt in surprise, this movement aggravating his already sore body. Randy let out a series of curses at the waves of pain that shocked his every nerve. Who in the hell would be visiting him? He knew it couldn't be Torrie, for she was still at the Super Show. He raised a questioning eyebrow as he forced himself up to answer the door, whoever happened to be on the other side now knocking louder.
"I'm coming!" he hissed, a hand rested on his lower back as he unlocked the door. Randy swung the door open and stared down at the shorter figure in surprise, his crystal eyes met by warm, chocolate orbs.
"Well now, grandpa, I thought I'd have to kick the door down," Trish Stratus drawled softly, smirking as she invited herself into his hotel room. Randy stood, the door still wide open, with his eyebrows raised.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, a little too harshly then he had wanted. The feisty blonde let out an offended gasp, quickly drawing one of her hands up to grip her chest as if her heart had been stabbed with a sharp knife.
"Wow, I thought you'd be a little more excited to see a gorgeous woman showing up at your door, alone and unexpected." Randy chuckled, silently closing the door and relocking it before he followed in Trish's direction, as she took a seat on the couch that sat near the bed where he had been previously relaxing.
"I didn't mean it that way, Missy..I'm just surprised to see you, that's all." Trish tossed her hair defiantly, her eyes glittering in the dim lights.
"Sure, sure..you always did have excuses." Randy opened his mouth to protest, only to have her cut him off by clearing her throat. "Apparently I'm not interrupting anything..I just wanted to come over and hang out." He once again raised his eyebrows, this time in more of a suggestive way.
"You've taken an interest for me, eh?" The Canadian vixen laughed aloud, her blonde locks flowing down onto her face.
"Don't flatter yourself..what's wrong with you?" Randy sat, wincing, his hand gripping his lower back. She narrowed her eyes as she studied the look of pain on his handsome face, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is the big, tough boy in pain?"
"Shut up, Trish..try fighting Mark without getting a scratch." He sucked in a sharp breath, hoping that the diva before him wouldn't notice. But, much to his dismay, she was smirking at his apparent suffering.
"Oh, quit acting like a baby..come on, lay down on the bed..I know a pressure point that will help relieve some of the pain." Randy proceeded with caution, a little wary at the intentions of the beautiful blonde, who was now motioning for him to follow her. She watched him remove his shirt with interest, her eyes scanning his perfectly sculpted body, the olive color of his skin shimmering in the light. Trish waited for him to position himself on the bed, his stomach rested comfortably on the bed, allowing her access to his back. "It hurts here, right?" she asked, gently placing her cool fingertips on the small of his back, surprised at the shivers that her simple touch sent through his entire body.
"Yeah.." he whispered, his voice deep and soft. Trish cracked her knuckles and proceeded to press as gently as possible into his lower back, massaging the pressure point in small, soft circles. Randy let out a groan of either approval or agony, which he confirmed was a mix of both.
"You like that?" she purred, her eyes scanning the muscles on his body, her chocolate orbs tracing the pattern of the tattoo on his back. Trish was becoming more and more intrigued by the way his body reacted to her soft touch..maybe..no, no..it was too early to do anything drastic. But, when had she ever listened to her better judgment? She tossed her hair and softly mounted him, tossing one of her legs onto the other side of his hot body so that the intimate area between her legs was resting perfectly on his ass. "How's that?"
"Very nice," Randy whispered again, closing his eyes to enjoy the soft caress of her fingertips, which were now exploring all of his body, stopping to rub his tense shoulders.
"Relax," she breathed, leaning forward to whisper this into his ear. The second her hot breath kissed his face, he lost it. Something snapped deep within him and the animalistic desires that were usually in control of him igniting into flames. Randy quickly turned onto his back while holding her hips in place, so that she was now pressed into his hard manhood and still straddled on top of him.
"I am..relaxed," he said gently, his hands now stroking her curves and tracing a path down her hips, then back and forth. Trish stared down at him and blinked in a mix of surprise and sudden nervousness. She hadn't been expecting him to react like that..but she should've known that she was dealing with Randy Orton.
"You seem..hard to me," she purred, rubbing herself ever so gently on his erection. She tossed her hair and ran her hands across his abs, continuing the movement so that her palms rested on his chest. He was watching her intently, his heart pounding fiercely and his breathing heavy. Randy tilted his head to the side and watched her hips roll with gentle motion, as the intimate area between her thighs continued to stimulate him. He wanted to question what exactly she had been drinking, what had made her suddenly come onto him.
"Have you been drinking?" he breathed, now moving his hips to the rhythm of her own.
"Nope," Trish whispered, leaning down so that she could look closer into his face. "I just know what I want.."
"And, what's that?" he asked. She tossed her hair again and moaned softly, a giggle escaping her parted lips.
"Take a wild guess, Rand." Randy pulled himself up so that he was resting his weight on his elbows, as his hands sneaking down to caress the back of her legs and her firm ass, his skilled fingers squeezing her silky skin softly.
"Me? My body? Something along those lines?" The Canadian bombshell shrugged, a smile sent down at him.
"Maybe..or maybe I'm just messing with your head."
"Do you always straddle and hump the men you just want to tease?" Randy asked, a smirk spreading along his lips.
"Hence why I'm messing with your head," Trish smiled. His features lit up with humor after processing her words..this little game they'd been playing with each other was absolutely entertaining..but it also made him frustrated. He wanted so badly to fuck her brains out.
"Show me how badly you want to mess with me.." he suggested, wetting his lips. Trish looked about in thought, her brow furrowed as she ran her mind over possible answers.
"Okay..lean back and close your eyes," she purred, moving down so that she rested herself on his thighs, her steady fingers fumbling with his zipper. Randy attempted to hide the surprise on his face but he wasted no time to obey the feisty blonde. Trish unfastened his pants and dipped her hand inside, taking his large manhood into her palm, softly stroking the delicate flesh.
"Holy shit," Randy whispered, his voice barely audible to the diva who was smirking in satisfaction. His forehead creased as he struggled to hold back a groan, his eyes squeezing tightly. Trish tugged on his pants with her free hand, bringing them down so that she could gain more access to the throbbing erection in her hand.
"Watch me now," she demanded, licking her lips when his crystal orbs met hers. Trish leaned down as if she were going to insert his manhood into her mouth. Randy watched her with anticipation, his hands gripping the sheets for support. She stopped about an inch away before she glanced over at the clock, a soft gasp emerging from her lips. "Oh no! What a shame..it's so late..I really need to get some sleep." He stared in aggravation as she pulled his jeans back up, a smirk on her beautiful face. "Oops.."
"I fucking hate you," Randy hissed through gritted teeth. Trish laughed evilly, swinging her legs over so that her feet touched the ground, sending an innocent smile over towards the man who was flushed and angry.
"I was going to say sorry!" Her voice was coated with false sweetness..and it made his anger even stronger when she flashed him a smile that allowed him to see how satisfied she was with herself. "I'm not that easy, Orton..you must work to get with me."
"You don't do that to me and get away with it." Trish grabbed her purse and laughed, raising an eyebrow over in his direction.
"Aw, is that so? Whatcha gonna do?" she taunted, turning on her heel to head to the door. Trish turned back to look at him before leaving, a blown kiss sent in his direction before she disappeared behind the closed door. Randy ran a hand through his hair, snorting in both disbelief and anger. No woman had ever resisted him like that before..and Trish Stratus wasn't going to be an exception. Two could play that game..
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Stacy ran helplessly about her room, grabbing everything that she may need on this cruise, which in fact, she wasn't too thrilled about. Some time alone was more of what she'd been looking for..not three days with a man, who's relationship with you was more complicated than words could describe. The leggy diva let out a long, frustrated sigh as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She was positive that she'd gotten everything packed. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea..if she could somehow get out of it. But Stacy knew better than to doubt John. He'd find some crazy way to make sure she went. Maybe things between them on this vacation would be purely platonic. She snorted aloud at herself, amused that she'd even consider their relationship nothing more than friendship when she'd made love to him numerous times. What world had she been living in? After tossing all her things into nearby suitcases and throwing all thoughts away, Stacy finally made her way downstairs towards the car. John had agreed to meet her at the Baltimore Washington International airport around noon, which gave her about thirty minutes to get there. She threw everything into a messy pile in the back seat and started her car, her bowed for a moment as she prayed silently..things needed to go smoothly. She didn't need anymore stress..especially not when she was supposed to be on a vacation.
John had been on time and he had taken care of everything as planned, it was just the flight ahead that made Stacy nervous. They'd found their seats without a problem and the takeoff had gone smoothly..it was now the deadly silence that made her want to throw herself down to the ground that was thousands of feet away.
"You excited to get some time off?" John asked, taking one of slender, cool hands in his, giving it a slight squeeze.
"I guess.." she whispered, wishing that she didn't see his smile fade into a stern frown.
"Oh yeah, you look fuckin' ecstatic.."
"John, why did you want to come with me?" Stacy blurted out, blinking in confusion as she realized that she'd been wanting to ask that for the last two days. The blue orbs that belonged to John scanned her intently, a deep sigh emerging from his throat.
"Why not? I figured that after everything.." he paused, letting go of her hand, "..that we could spend some time together..you know, talk, get to know each other better." Stacy swallowed, his answer being even more reason for her to worry..great, something was bound to happen..and although she'd never thought twice about it before, now it was for some reason..a huge fear of hers..
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Randy's eyes were like pure ice as he pinned her with a cold stare, not once blinking as he watched her. Trish had been trying to ignore him as she ate lunch with one of her closest friends, Amy Dumas, but that had been an impossible task. The Canadian beauty had been continuously fidgeting in her seat and it was beginning to annoy the readhead greatly.
"Trish, what the hell is the matter!" Amy asked, throwing down the fork that she had previously been holding in annoyance.
"Him!" Trish pointed in Randy's direction, her eyes still locked with his. Amy rolled her eyes and turned in her chair, surprised when her dark eyes scanned the handsome face of the last man she'd expect her friend to be staring at.
"Randy Orton..you're having a staring contest with Randy Orton?" A perfectly arched eyebrow was sent across the table at the Canadian, who was now gathering up her purse and her soda.
"Am, he's been doing this the whole time..I'm just gonna head back to the locker room..see you there." Amy waved carelessly at the blonde before Trish crept away, praying silently that the handsome brunette hadn't seen her leave. She checked the hallway, and much to her relief, there was no sign of him. She let out a breath that she wasn't aware of holding and leaned her back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut in thought. The last thing she wanted was Amy to find out about her plan or anything of the sort..and she didn't want to see Randy right now. Dave had been lurking around and another thing she didn't need was to have him see..well, at least, not yet.
"You really need to work on sneaking away.." Trish's eyes flew open at the voice whispered in her ear. She stared over at Randy, who was leaned against the wall, his arm rested on the firm surface.
"I wasn't sneaking..I was just on my way to get ready for tonight's event," she replied, tossing her hair. Randy ran his tongue across his dry lips as he looked down at her, an amused smirk sent at her.
"Alright then..I was gonna ask you sooner but Amy was there..are you free tonight?" Trish glanced around, studying her surroundings as she stared off in thought.
"Where else would I be going, Rand? Of course I'm available..why?"
"Some of the boys invited me out and I'd like you to join. I'm well aware of your love of the drink.."
"Watch it, Orton!" she hissed, a one fingered salute sent in his direction.
"Chill..I was going to say that the drinks will be on me..are you up for it or not?" Trish rested her back against his arm, smiling up into his gorgeous face.
"You bet..now, do we get VIP again?" Randy let out an amused chuckle, running one of his hands through her soft hair, stopping to wrap a random strand around his finger.
"Hell yeah. We can even get a private room if you catch my drift.." his voice got deep as he raised his eyebrows, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Trish giggled, pushing off from the wall so that she separated herself from the man before her.
"Not a chance, sweets. I'm not one of those hoes that would do anything to spend a wild night with Randy Orton.."
"You sure as hell wanted that the other night." Trish pretended to ignore his last comment as she began to walk off, turning on her heel once more before leaving him alone.
"Keep telling yourself I'm easy..you'll have to try harder than that." Randy watched after her in both interest and annoyance. He couldn't fathom just how she was one night trying to seduce him then the next pretending that she hadn't done such a thing. But, he was loving it..things would change. Trish had issued an unspoken challenge to him and he was going to enjoy every second of it. She would be begging him by the end of the week..and Randy was one hundred percent sure that he could have her screaming for more..just like that..
