Hollllllllllllllllly shit, I just updated! This isn't a dream, I swear, it's a real update. I can't apologize more for being so damn late on this Chapter but shit had happened and I recently found my inspiration once more..thank you soooo much for sticking with me!

-Emily

Chapter 21: "Mindless Self Indulgence"

Trish raked her eyes over the room as she stepped inside, the only sound being that of the almost muted television. It was a little too quiet for so early in the afternoon but she had no reason to question the silence. For now, she just wanted to find a certain redhead, and due to the fact that the door to the room the said diva was staying in was closed, Trish knew exactly where to start looking. Her breakfast with Randy had left her in a very unexplainable mood..she wouldn't say happy but it was far from angry or melancoholy and being her nosy self, she needed to know why her best friend was in his room. The Canadian blonde paused outside Amy's door to wait for any sign of movement, taking the time to carefully press her ear against the wood for a closer listen. She heard nothing but silence. Before Trish could move from her comfortable snooping position, the fiesty redhead swung her door wide open and stared down in horror at the fallen blonde, who was now cursing obsessively at the woman towering above her.

"Fuck, Amy, be more careful!" Trish hissed, scrambling to her feet as she gripped the wall for support.

"I wasn't aware that I should be careful. I don't usually have people listening at my door," replied the sarcastic redhaired diva, who was now staring at Trish nervously.

"Quick question..wh--"

"I went to talk to him about you, okay? I thought you deserved an apology for the way he jumped you..and..you know, did stuff," Amy's voice faded into a whisper at the end of her sentence and she trailed off into complete silence. The Canadian narrowed her eyes and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"Excuse me? Rewind back to the part where you informed me why exactly you're in my relationships," the blonde hissed, venom thick in her voice as she stared daggers into her friend. Amy watched the ground, wishing to avoid the hardened brown eyes before her.

"I just wanted to make up for practically forcing you on that date.."

"No one makes me do anything! I don't need your help!" Trish's tone made Amy feel as though someone had slipped ice down her top. Her lips were pursed as she continued to find interest in the floor. She just couldn't make eye contact. "You know what, Amy? Forget it.." The Canadian blonde stormed off without another word, leaving the redhead alone with her guilty conscience. What was she thinking? How could she think she'd get away with her actions? But, being close to Randy after that night between them two years ago almost made it worth it..almost.

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John gripped his beer with shaking hands, his eyes fixated on the leggy blonde who was next to him on the couch, her nose buried in a book that must've been too interesting for her to even notice his occasional sighs. Stacy's reading glasses sat perfectly on her nose as she flipped through the pages, her lips pursed as her hazel eyes scanned the book. John wanted so badly to snatch the object out of her hands and toss it away. He wanted to scream at her, ask her how she could ignore all this. How could she ignore his agony? How she could continue to use him when she still had yet to tell him that she loved him? It hurt him to realize that there was a huge chance that she didn't..but he liked to ignore that thought everytime it crossed his mind. It was better to pretend it didn't exist. Stacy glanced up from the pages she had been previously engrossed in to look at her lover, who was now glaring at his feet as if they had angered him in some way. They hadn't been on the best of terms, only because everytime she tried to touch him in some way, he'd snap. It was surprising for the leggy blonde..he used to love her attention. But recently everything was different..and she wasn't too pleased.

"John..are you alright?" Stacy asked slowly, removing the glasses she had been wearing. John looked up and took a long gulp of his beverage, icy eyes locking with hers.

"Sure," he said blankly, the lack of emotion in his voice causing Stacy to raise an eyebrow.

"You sound convincing, you really do," she drawled sarcastically, inserting the bookmark into the pages where she'd left off, standing up to head off to bed.

"I'm surprised you've noticed me.." John sneered, taking another sip of his beer, leaning back against the couch to study the blonde's dumbfounded expression.

"What the hell does that mean, John?"

"Nothing..goodnight, Stace.." he trailed off into silence as he grabbed the remote and drowned her out with the sound of the television. Stacy's eyes shifted back and forth from his eyes and around his whole face, wishing to study every expression he made. His recent, cold attitude was concerning her and since he never talked to her about his feelings, she felt almost as though she needed to force it out of him. But, knowing how he was, she knew that that was impossible. John Cena never did anything he didn't want to do. Stacy's chest filled with a sudden emptiness as she stood, still staring at him, unwanted tears almost wanting to sting her eyes. But she had refused to cry already. She just needed to go to bed. Maybe she was spending too much time reading into him.

"Since you don't ever elaborate, I'm not going to waste my time. Goodnight then," Stacy replied bitterly, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Why should I waste my time elaborating when it's more than obvious what's bothering me? C'mon!" John's voice began to shake as he slammed down the remote, turning to face her with angry eyes.

"I'm not talking to you when you're like this..goodnight.."

"You always fucking walk away!" he shouted, jumping now to his feet. Stacy, her back turned to him, closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath, balling her fists at her side.

"I have nothing to say right now, John. Drop it until tomorrrow--"

"Oh, shit, I only keep this inside all the fucking time!" John threw his beer bottle against the wall, the sound of the shattering glass causing Stacy to cower and flinch, her eyes filling with tears. She sobbed uncontrollably as her lover pushed past her and slammed the door loud enough to make her jump. What the hell was his problem? Why couldn't she do anything right? Stacy pressed her back against the wall and bowed her head, wiping fiercely at the tears falling down her cheeks. He scared her when he got this angry..but, then again, when wasn't he scaring her recently?

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Platinum locks bounced swiftly as Trish Stratus ran the track, her sneekers smacking against the pavement violently, the sound completely drowned out by the blaring music coming from her headphones. The world was dead to the Canadian diva. All she could feel was her anger. All over emotion was buried beneath the rage that was causing her blood to boil. How dare her best friend go behind her back and talk to Randy like that! She had no business asking him to apologize..no business in her relationships. Amy always got in the middle of her life but this was the last time she'd allow the redhead to do such a thing. Trish came to a stop and threw off her headphones, tossing her Walkman to the side as she reached for her water. If she even dared to go back to that room, she'd kill Amy..not that she wasn't going to anyway. Just for right now, the blonde thought it best to let out some anger at the gym, something she always seemed to do.

"I've been looking for you.." Trish's stomach churned at the deep voice that whispered into her ear, wishing so much that it was anyone's but Dave Batista's.

"Hey Dave..what're you doing here?" she asked, hoping to sound as collected as she possibly could. Facing him was hard.

"I came here to lift some weights, hoping you'd be here. You've been off recently..is everything alright, sweetheart?" Dave asked, running a hand down her arm, ignoring the sweat that was dripping from off her body.

"Yeah..I'm fine," Trish said, a little too quickly than she'd hoped. "Why?"

"I wanted to ask you to dinner later on. After everything, you still seem like you're pushing me away. Can we just go out and pretend that shit never happened? I'm over it, you're not. What do you say, baby?" Dave looked almost too desperate to turn down and even though she wanted so badly to say no, she just couldn't. Trish swallowed sharply and looked into the chocolate eyes she'd been so in love with, feeling her heart melt slightly at the memories his eyes brought back. While she did miss everything they had, it was hard to forget that a few days ago Randy Orton had crushed her will at his single touch..and now, the brunette haunted her like a plague. Trish wanted him out of her head..but at the same time, she wanted more of him..she wanted him so badly. "Trish, what do you say?"

"Yes..I'll go to dinner with you."

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The darkness of her room was almost taunting as she lay awake, her eyes glued to the ceiling, not once daring to look at anything else. She hadn't been at work for a month and Torrie Wilson was beginning to wonder if she even wanted to go back. Ever since Randy had found out about her chat with Stacy and confronted her violently, she'd been out. Going back would be suicide. Having Randy Orton angry at you wasn't something you should be proud of..he was highly dangerous when you'd betrayed him in some way. Torrie squeezed her eyes shut tightly and bit back the urge to cry. The ways he'd threatened her if she ever dared to show her face again made her want to resign from the WWE and just go away..far away. She wanted him out of her life forever. She should've known this from the beginning..he was bad news. But, Vince had promised her a month and then she needed to be back. She had a contract that wouldn't expire until next year. She had to go back..she had to face Randy..and face the one man, who for some reason, had been on her mind a lot as of late..

Torrie's eyes scanned the hallways thoroughly, gripping the wall for support as she watched for Randy like an abused child terrified to see it's abuser. She had to get to the locker room without seeing him and then, she would be surrounded by friends who wouldn't let her get hurt. That was what she had to do..she had to make sure she had someone with her at all times. The blonde bombshell took a large intake of air and made a run for it, keeping her eyes forward, looking at nothing but the door that lay ahead to offer her salvation. But, little did she know that she about to run into John Cena, who also had his eyes on something before him. Neither saw it coming as they collided violently, Torrie being knocked right into his chest, her terrified screams being followed by John's shouts and useless efforts to get her from continuing to punch him. Her arms were swinging like mad as she scratched and clawed at him, somehow thinking that it was the very man that she was scared to death of confronting.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" John yelled aloud at once, attempting to get the vicious vixen off of him. Torrie's screams came to a halt as she realised it wasn't Randy, her eyes coming to lay upon John Cena's bloody face, her heart stopping suddenly in her chest.

"Oh my God, John! I am so sorry! I thought you were..someone else," she cried, jumping forward to hug him, her arms clinging desperately to his body.

"Shit, thanks for the welcome, Torr..I've never received scratches and a black eye as a "Glad to see you" gift," John said, laughing in spite of the injuries he had obtained, wrapping his arms around the shaking blonde, who he hadn't seen in months. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"It's too long of a story to tell here..I've got to get going before he sees me!" Torrie whispered, her eyes widened and filled with tears as she stared up at John with horror, digging her nails into his arms for support.

"What? Who? Torrie, what the fuc--"

"Please! I have to go..John." She let go of him and ran for the locker room, the sound of her heels fading as she disappeared around the corner, the look of sorrow Torrie sent over her shoulder numbing John to the core. He swallowed sharply and blinked rapidly..who was trying to harm Torrie Wilson? It didn't take the Westnewbury native long to figure it out..and when he did, stomach acid churned inside him, almost enough to make throw up. Bile rose in John's throat as he came to the bitter realization that the diva feared the very man he hated..the very man he would take great pleasure in seeing die..Randy Orton..

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Randy leaned back in his chair and studied Trish Stratus and Dave Batista from across the restauraunt, siping his water ever so slowly, his eyes narrowed. Perhaps he shouldn't be so jealous, since the Canadian beauty looked quite distracted but he couldn't stop the burning anger inside his chest. When he saw them arrive, he should've left then and there. But, he felt the need to play guard. Dave better not touch her. Trish was Randy's, well, at least she would be. Her tight fitting dress was teasing him. The black fabric barely covered her large breasts, which were rising and falling as she took deep breaths and the slits that went down the sides were revealing her perfectly sculpted legs, which were begging to be kissed and carressed. She was a sight for sore eyes and Randy didn't want her to be touched by anyone but him. Seeing his prey with Batista was enough to drive him over the deep end. Dave now rose, after paying the check, while Trish gathered her things and checked his watch. Saying something not audible to Randy, he pecked her on the lips and made his way towards the restrooms, where he disappeared from sight. Now was his time.

"Well, well, well..look who it is," Randy whispered sensually, leaning down in front of Trish to announce his appearence. The blonde gasped in shock and jumped aback, holding her chest as if to secure her heart from leaping out.

"Randy! What are you doing here!" she asked, her eyes wide as she glanced around to make sure Dave wasn't coming.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing.." he replied, sneering as his eyes landed on Batista, who was now emerging from the bathroom.

"Go! Wait for me outside by the fountain..GO!" Trish pushed him away, begging him with her eyes not to cause a scene. Randy, rolling his eyes and biting his tongue, decided it best to go and wait for her like she'd requested. He didn't need to piss her off. He knew how she could be when provoked. He made his way slowly outside, turning occasionally to watch the two say their goodbyes. Dave made him sick. That piece of shit didn't even deserve to be in Trish's presence. It seemed to take an eternity for Dave to leave but when he did finally go, Randy emerged from his hiding place and stared down at the blonde, who was looking up at him with question.

"May I ask, before you say another word, why the hell are you here with him?"

"I don't answer to you, Randy..but, for your information, I'd rather be home sleeping. Why are you here?" Trish asked slowly, motioning for Randy to sit down beside her.

"I was here, at my hotel, getting a drink when you two came..and I just couldn't bare to look away," he smirked, leaning back against the bench.

"It was harmless..Dave just misses me and I owe him some attention," she said, picking at her dress.

"If you don't answer to me, why are you explaining yourself, hm?" Randy raised his eyebrow at her and tilted his head, his smirk widening when Trish turned about ten shades of red. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it abruptly, closing her eyes to hide his face from view. He always found a way to embarrass her. "Relax, you're so tense.." he whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to her exposed shoulder. Trish sucked in a sharp breath and shivered, subconciously taking Randy's hand in hers as his lips found their way to her neck.

"I've been really stressed..I need to get away from everything," she breathed, parting her lips to let out a soft groan.

"Mm, why is that?" he growled, his hands finding a way to her hips.

"I just hate my life right now, I want to escape." Randy pulled away from the diva to look into her eyes, raising his infamous eyebrow as he pulled her to her feet.

"Come with me." Trish obeyed silently, squeezing her companion's hand as he led her back inside, towards the elevator that would take them up to the hotel that was above the restauraunt, the hotel Randy was staying in for the night. Her heart was pounding as they waited for the elevator doors to allow them access. "This way, sweetheart," Randy motioned, letting Trish in first, sucking in his breath as she rubbed against him, her sweet scent filling his nostrils.

"I don't think I should be doing this, Rand..I have to be up early and everything.." she closed her eyes again when Randy pulled her up onto him, her heart now skipping a few beats.

"You can stay with me," he whispered, leaving small kisses across her collarbone, his warm lips causing goosebumps to arise on her arms. He rested his palms on her backside, squeezing softly as she tossed her head back to allow him access to her neck once more.

"I should be going," Trish said, almost not listening to the sound of her own voice as she savored the touches on her body. Oh how she yearned for Randy to fuck her, she needed him to release her, if only for a little while.

"Stop thinking, baby. Give in to me, I want to love you," he begged, capturing her lips with his own, the taste of his sweet kiss causing her head to spin. She had no free will once more, she was his pawn, submissive to his power. He offered her temporary bliss..why should she resist something she'd wanted for so long? His tongue wrapped around hers and explored her mouth, this action causing Trish to become more high by the second. He was a drug. No matter how much she wanted to pull away, she couldn't.

"Take me," she moaned, sucking on his bottom lip.

"As you wish," Randy smiled, taking her hand in his as the elevator came to an abrupt stop, the doors opening to reveal the many hallways that led to many different rooms. Trish followed him quickly, attempting to not trip over her dress as he nearly dragged her along. Randy fumbled with his pockets as he searched for the keycard, finding it to allow them entrance. "Get on the bed," he demanded, tossing off his coat and kicking off his shoes, wasting no time to remove the hinderance that was his shirt. Trish took off her heels and layed down against the soft pillows, gasping for a deep breath as she watched Randy come towards her. He dimmed the lights before crawling on top of her, taking her lips captive once more, his tongue plunging forward to wrestle hers. Everything was happening in slow motion and Trish was almost too nervous to enjoy the sensations running through her body. No man had ever made her feel so scared and vulnerable.

"Maybe I shouldn't be here.." Trish whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as his hands traveled up her dress.

"Relax," Randy demanded, forcing two of his fingers inside of the diva's wet opening. Trish moaned aloud and spread her legs open for him as he pumped them up and down in her, moving her hips to his rhythm. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," she moaned, burying her head into Randy's chest, pressing soft kisses against his olive skin.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Trish..you've been begging me for too long..give into your desires," Randy purred, his words and harder movement making Trish squeal aloud. She arched her back as she continued to move with his fingers, her own pumping becoming more rapid as he increaded his pressure. He leaned down and ran his tongue down her neck, stopping to nibble on her soft skin. Trish's shaking fingers began to remove her dress and Randy used his free hand to help her discard of the clothing, smirking in satisfaction at the bare body before him. Her large breasts were just screaming for him.

"Please don't tease me..I want you," the Canadian blonde begged, taking ahold of his hair and forcing his head down to her breast, where he followed her lead and covered her erect nipple with his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around it expertly. "Oh God," Trish moaned, her hand creeping down to massage her clit as she savored the stimulation she'd wanted for so long. Randy bit down ungraciously on her nipple, chuckling at the groan of pain that escaped his lovers parted lips.

"So sensitive," he taunted, removing his hand from inside of her so that he could remove her underwear, guiding it down her trembling legs. His eyes shifted from her open legs to her eyes, his eyebrow raising once again.

"What?" Trish asked, nervously watching him as he lowered himself down to run his tongue up her inner thigh. "What're you gonna do--" Trish was cut off when Randy's hot tongue crept up to her wet opening, moans escaping her uncontrollably as he slipped it in and out of her repeatedly. She wanted so badly to moan his name but she was left speechless..never before had a man used his tongue to stimulate her like this. Randy ran his tongue up to her clit and swirled it around the throbbing skin, occasionally flicking his tongue up and down on it. Trish held his head in between her legs as she threw her head back, wrapping her legs around his back to force him harder against her. She was on the verge of an orgasm if he didn't stop. As if he read her mind, Randy pulled himself up and grinned at her, watching her chest rise and fall dramatically.

"You are ready, huh?" he smirked, fumbling with his belt buckle. Trish watched him with interest as he removed his pants and boxers, biting down on her lip as she studied his large, exposed manhood. How long she had wanted to feel him inside of her.

"Yes.." she breathed, swallowing deeply.

"I want you on top," Randy said, laying back against the pillows as he forced Trish up.

"I prefer being on the bott--"

"You'll be on top," he spoke louder, cutting off the blonde from finishing her sentence, helping her onto him. Randy gripped her hips and pushed himself all the way inside of her tight walls, opening her up like a flower. Trish dug her nails into his chest as she blinked out the tears in her eyes, forced to move at his pace as he began to slam in and out of her. Pain soon faded into pure bliss as Trish rolled her hips to match his rhythm, leaning down onto him to press her breasts against his chest, bucking wildly on him as she moaned into his ear. Randy pressed his fingertips harder into her hot skin, holding with all his might onto her hips as he leaned onto his elbows to get a better view of how she moved against him. He loved watching her hips roll back and forth as he pounded fiercely in and out of her, her moans of pleasure ringing in his ears.

"Harder," Trish begged, squeezing his sides with her legs as she increased her pumping, the wetness seeping from inside of her tight walls onto his hot skin.

"Don't tire on me," Randy breathed, controlling his urges to moan as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Nothing mattered but them..no anxiety, no pain, no anger..just them both, lost in each other, as they threatened to take the other to the very brink. Trish's hips began to slow after a few minutes of continuous pumping and she was gasping for air, having almost neared orgasm three times. "Get on your knees," Randy demanded suddenly, pulling out of her only for a minute so that he could force her onto her knees.

"Randy, please," the blonde diva groaned, crying out when he harshly entered her from behind without a single forewarning. Trish gripped the sheets helplessly as Randy pounded in and out of her, the sound of his skin slapping hers all she could hear. It was like being closer to God..she could feel heaven, feel herself slipping away into a world where nothing mattered but Randy. She wanted to feel him cum inside her, feel him release himself deep in her core. He sank in and out of her repeatedly, the motion enough to drive her insane as she was now begging him to go harder. Everything went in slow motion as she reached orgasm, burying her face into the pillows as she moaned as loud as she possibly could, nails still clinging to the blankets for support. Randy groaned from behind her as he held onto her hips harshly, cuming inside of her only a few seconds later. He collapsed onto her back as she fell down against the bed, his weight enough to suffocate her.

"Fuck.." he whispered softly, rolling over next to her, his head spinning in about a thousand different directions. Trish's blonde hair clung to his sweaty chest as she snuggled up on him, her ear pressed against him so that she could listen to the pounding of his heart. Whatever came next for her didn't matter. Her mindless self indulgence could come with many consequences..but did it matter, really? Did it? Staring up at Randy, who was now kissing her forehead, she knew that answer..the answer was no..it didn't..nothing mattered.