Well..another update and more shit I've thrown in..Lord just help me keep track of all these storylines. A Trish/Randy/Amy chapter..I had mentioned it before so I figured I'd get into what happened between Amy and Randy a long time ago..because I like things to be complicated like that, because I am also a drama queen. Plus, everyone is always tied into each other in some way and it makes things more edgy. You all still rock for following me and my scatter-mindedness. Thank youuuuu.

Chapter 22: "Never An Absolution For The Past"

He ran his lips sensually down her adam's apple, his tongue sneaking out to wet her burning skin, her upturned face watching the ceiling. He had her pressed up against the wall, her hands entertwined with his as he rested them above her head, as well, against the wall. She let out a deep throated moan as she ran her right, trembling leg up his calf, pressing her groin into his, enjoying the feelings rushing up her spine and down into her core, wetting her thoroughly. He now ran his hands slowly down her still raised arms slowly, then down her sides, only to stop on her hips and then down her backside and her legs. He pulled her up closer to him and breathed hotly into her ear, his lips traveling sweetly down the side of her neck and onto her shoulders, where he let soft nibbles across her skin. She couldn't stand this anymore, she couldn't let him continue when she knew it wasn't right..not when he was engaged to one of her best friends. But, he was so tempting..his twinkling blue eyes begging her to release his inner animal, his body singing to her, calling her. Truth was, Randy Orton knew no woman would say no to him, not when he was as beautiful and sinful as he was, and he took full advantage of this. Tossing her fiery red locks to the side to allow him more access to her neck, Amy Dumas forgot all reason and forgot how to deciffer right from wrong. She didn't care. She just wanted him. They'd been holding back for so long. The events leading up to this current moment were nothing short of ordinary, perhaps maybe a little twisted..Amy had attended the party that was being held in the honor of Stacy's birthday, she wore a pretty black corset with a long black skirt, nothing that should've caught the attention of the opportunist, Randy Orton. But these past months have been hell on her. She'd been watching him behind Stacy's back, he'd been watching her behind Stacy's back, those twinkling blue eyes locked on her as he wrapped his hands around her waist, his head rested on top of her head. They made eye contact whenever the leggy blonde happened to look in another direction, and it killed Amy to admit that she was involved in such a wicked crime against one person who had always been there for her. It had happened when Stacy went off to meet with her parents, who had arrived, said their warm, loving welcome to Randy and took their daughter aside to discuss some family issues. Randy had volunteered to join but Stacy excused him to mingle..and he did such a thing. He made sharp eye contact with the redhead and motioned subtly towards the back, abandoned hallway, where she knew the private bathroom was. Amy looked over in her friend's direction as Randy left first, and she waited, staring at the blonde's turned back, her heart breaking in a million different pieces. Her soul said no, oh she yearned to say no..but never had she listened to reason. To seem unsuspicious she'd waited behind, but now she slowly moved towards the door that would lead her to her awaiting mistake, one she knew she'd regret tremendously later. Amy shut the door behind her and walked towards Randy, who had his arm resting on the doorframe of the private bathroom, a longing smile on his face as he sucked his bottom lip.

"You wanted to see me.." she whispered hoarsly, swallowing a lump in her throat. Randy undressed her with his eyes before taking her hand and kissing it, pausing to stare up at her for a moment. "What do you want, Randy?"

"You." His blunt response shouldn't have surprised her, but it did. Her stomach flipped in excitement as he ran his thumb across her lip, leaning down to press a deep, forceful kiss against her mouth, his tongue wasting no time to find hers. Amy reacted to him instantly, her hand instinctively coming up to caress the back of his neck as she pulled him closer to her. "You've been teasing me these past few months..it's not gonna happen again, I want you," he groaned, kissing across her jawline and behind her ear.

"But, Stacy..she's my friend, a best friend, and I don't want to do this to her..but--"

"She'll never have to know." His carelessness should've made her pull away in disgust but it did the exact opposite. Randy took her hand and led her into the privacy of the dimly lit bathroom and locked it behind them. There was one toilet, a beautiful marble sink to match it, rugs, flowers, a large mirror, everything fancy. But the view wasn't the first thing on her mind. The man undoing his tie and jacket before her was..and now here they were five minutes later, his skilled fingers unzipping her corset, guiding it over her head to reveal her bare breasts. Randy leaned down to kiss slowly down her chest, into the crevice between her breasts, his palms firmly resting just below her backside. Amy stiffled a few moans as he covered her exposed nipple with his hot mouth, his tongue playing so sinfully over the erect skin. She buried her face into his neck, resting her cheek on his strong shoulder for support as she arched her back for him, enjoying the pressure he applied with his mouth on her delicate breast. Digging her nails into his back in replace of moans of approval made him suck upon her nipple even harder, just to make sure she'd squeal. And much to his own satisfaction, she did. Amy breathed out aloud as Randy once more took her lips captive, his fingers now unzipping her skirt, letting it fall down naturally to the ground before dipping his fingers under the rim of her panties. He raised a cocky eyebrow at her before kneeling down, removing her thong all the while his hands slid down her legs. Amy loved the feeling of his hot palms against her legs. As he stood up, he brought his hands up her legs again, this time stopping to tease her inner thigh, the wetness from her core already seeping profusly. The redhead didn't wanna wait any longer. She knew Stacy would be looking for him soon enough and besides that, they had waited too long already. Amy tugged on his belt with hurry, desperate to get it off of him. Randy watched her with interest as she tore the belt from his pants and began to work on his zipper, then to forcing his pants off so that they fell around his ankles.

"Don't make me wait any more.." she begged, running her hands up under his shirt to feel his strong, firm abs and his chest. Randy grabbed the back of her legs and helped her up to wrap them around his waist, all the while slidding his cock with ease into her tight opening. Amy began to react to feeling him inside of her, his large manhood opening her like a flower. She rested her palms on his chest and began to move back and forth on him, her head tossed back and resting against the wall and her mouth open to moan, although no sound came out. Randy was squeezing her legs tightly for leverage as he pounded hard, his breath heavy as he let out a strained groan.

"You like that, doncha?" he growled. A moan errupted from inside her chest to her throat, but before she could let it out, Randy covered her mouth with his in a half successful attempt to quiet her. Her back was aching awfully from being rammed against the wall so many times but she hardly payed it any mind. The way he was inside her, then out, inside her, then out, was a pattern that had her full attention, and everytime he hit that spot deep inside, she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Amy wasn't sure how long they'd been going at it, but time wasn't anything currently, and the thought that Stacy may just be looking for them at this very moment was far from both of their minds. Randy was sucking her neck so roughly that a hickey in that place later would be no surprise to her. The key was just making sure that Stacy, or anyone else for that matter, saw it. Amy wasn't sure how long she could continue without collapsing but Randy seemed able to go on for however long she wanted him to..which could've been forever for all she cared. This was too good to stop now. Her moans of ecstacy filled his ear as she pressed her face against his shoulder, the sweat now starting to appear on her forehead mixing with the sweat glistening down his own body. The room temperature made it almost impossible to breathe and the fast movement of their bodies wasn't helping much either.

"Cum in me," she purred, nuzzling her face against him as she quickened her pace on him, closer to orgasm with each pump. Randy was about to explode but he'd been holding back for so long..prolonging the agony. Their climaxes happened so fast, that before they knew it, they were panting and gasping for air after the much needed relief, Randy leaning into Amy so hard that her back felt ready to crush against his weight. But, she didn't care. She liked him so close. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he closed his eyes and breathed heavily, swallowing deeply from time to time. Amy ran her hands through his damp hair, then down his back, caressing the muscles she ran her hands over.

"Much more fulfilling then fantasies," Randy smiled, exhaustion thick in his voice as he pressed small kisses into her neck. She ran some of his short hair through her fingertips and rested her head upon his, the ability to breathe now coming back to her. She was enjoying the silence, just savoring his presence. It felt good..it felt..right..

That had been forever ago and Amy couldn't stop thinking about it. It was eating at her mind every time she went back and remembered her last conversation with Randy, the one Trish Stratus had interrupted. Wondering where the blonde currently was made her sick. She already knew the answer to her own question. Again, Randy Orton was getting away with another crime..and again, he'd walk away without punishment. The fact that they'd had a wicked partnership in his past crimes made her feel even more sickly. Rumor had traveled about all of Randy's affairs, but Amy had defended him, and she would've until she was buried and gone. He knew he was in debt to her for saving his ass so many times, and she feared she'd have to do it again. Question was..if she so badly wanted justice, if she so badly wanted him to pay for all he'd done, why would she end up lying for him again? She always did. It wasn't like Trish could help her..psh, that was way out of the question. The redhead had carried this burden for a long time, she'd carried the knowledge of her affair with Stacy Keibler's beloved, she'd carried his sin upon her shoulders..and she'd continue to do so. The reason was beyond all her comprehension and if she dared try to figure him out one more time, she'd go insane. For whatever reason, she knew she'd defend Randy. And the secret she'd kept from her friend for so long would continue to stay locked away for as long as possible. Guilt was always there, but she'd learned to kill it, something she was both grateful and ashamed of. And, no matter what, he always found a way to come back into her life..whether or not Amy wanted him in it. But here they were now, friends again, back on speaking terms, and they both continued to act like it never happened. Shortly after their little affair that one evening, Amy drew the line. She knew what she was to him, and although he was just a fuck buddy for her, she couldn't be used like that..plus, it was Stacy's man she was literally fucking with. Finding out recently about Torrie and Randy's little fling, due to his ingenuious plan to get yet another woman in bed, the redhead knew she'd made the right choice. She loved Randy to death, but he just wasn't trustworthy..and if she even dare explain any of this to Trish..well, she didn't even need to elaborate on that one. Amy would lose both her best friends if either were to find out just what happened that night..no one knew, and neither Randy nor Amy ever brought it up. And although the memory was haunting and erotic and it never ceased to make her stomach flip with excitement, she couldn't be another victim in his game..she couldn't be that fourth woman caught up in Randy Orton.

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The sun shinning brightly in his eyes and an unfamiliar weight on his chest caused Randy Orton to awaken from a deep sleep, all he could make out upon opening his eyes being a tangled mess of platinum hair. Smiling down at the still figure of Trish Stratus, he could feel his heart melt. He'd gotten what he wanted..so why didn't he feel satisfied? Why did he want more of her? Running a hand down her side, he felt her warmth against his cool skin and let out a deep groan. This wasn't what he'd expected to feel like after finishing what the Canadian beauty had started. No, he'd expected that familiar satisfaction at seducing another vixen into fucking him..and that would be that. Simple. What made Trish different? Why did he feel vulnerable? Randy wanted to roll out of bed and get some coffee but the sleeping diva didn't seem to want him to leave. He fell back into the pillows and continued to caress her, all the while staring at her beautiful features. He could do this all day..he could memorize every inch of her. Trish moved slightly and stretched out, one of her arms coming up to massage his chest muscles.

"Hey stranger," she whispered hoarsely, opening her eyes and smiling up at him. Randy returned the gesture with a sad smile of his own, his fingers stopping to get tangled up in her hair.

"Hey.." he replied slowly, fading off into silence. Trish watched him study her with interest, her heart skipping a few beats as she momentarily recalled the events of last evening. She threw one of legs onto Randy's body and pulled herself on top of him, straddling him as she continued to massage his chest. He closed his eyes and savored her touch, his heart beginning to pound, his hands coming up to grip her hips.

"Last night was amazing," she whispered again, leaning down to press a kiss into his neck. Randy grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips upon his, thankful when she parted her lips to allow his hungry tongue access to her mouth. Her kiss never ceased to make his head spin, never ceased to make him breathless. It was a haunting feeling, one that would follow him hours after she'd left him. He recalled walking her to the door, kissing her goodbye and closing it seconds later, only to lean back against it and close his eyes, as if to block out her image. He didn't do this..he didn't let a woman do this to him. Randy ran a steady hand through his messy hair, stopping to wrap a few short strands around his fingers before snapping back into reality to re-open his eyes..that was a few hours ago..now, he lay upon the bed in which they'd made love, the pillow Trish slept on now resting beneath him. He could smell her as if she were there beside him and it made his heart ache with agony. He rolled onto his side and buried his face into the pillow, taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent as if he could somehow get high off of it. Raising his head moments later, Randy felt suddenly ashamed..what the hell was he doing? He tossed the pillow away as if it were a dangerous object, one that may kill him at any second. He felt panicked. He felt embarrassed..but most of all, he felt emptiness. Randy threw up his hands and rested them on top of his head, gripping his hair in his fists, biting down on his bottom lip as hard as he possibly could. What if Trish was on her way to Dave Batista? What if she went about her day without once thinking of him, without once wishing she were back in his arms? Randy stood up to head over to the shower, only to drop back down onto the bed, now in a sitting position, staring at his feet. Then, for the first time in ages, Randy Orton dropped down to the floor on his knees and cried.

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Stacy stretched her legs out under the table, absently flipping through a magazine that had absolutely no appeal to Trish, who was staring at her friend intently. Either Stacy was ignoring the Canadian's stares or she was genuinely oblivious, whatever it was, it was annoying. She wanted so badly to tell someone what had happened with Randy, but telling the blonde before her was more than out of the question. And so was a certain redhead, one who was sitting across the room, playing with her cell phone. Watching her made Trish's heart melt in sorrow. She had been a little too harsh..besides, Randy was right..she didn't know what had happened. Somehow in the back of her mind, she questioned the past relationship of her said lover and the redhead. Something sort of a silent secret was sent between them whenever they were near each other, but no one had noticed this except Trish. This was the very reason she had become so angry at seeing who she thought was her best friend in Randy's room, the man she just happened to have growing feelings for, feelings that were overwhelming now that she had made love to him. Amy, unlike Stacy, sensed eyes upon her and looked up to lock eyes with Trish, her hazel eyes shining with a form of shame. Without excusing herself, Trish made her way over to the redhead, who noticed she was coming, and was now gathering up her things quickly. Amy shot up and went to make a run for it, only to be pulled back by the blonde, who was now leading her back through some abandoned hallways.

"Trish, if you're here to yell at me--"

"I'm here to apologize..and to tell you about last night.." Trish faded into a silence that was sickening to Amy. She didn't even have to recall what had happened..Amy already knew. She didn't want to hear it. "Randy and I had sex." And there it was..what the redhead already had known. And even though she wanted to hear nothing of the details, Trish began to ramble away with a look of pure infatuation that were causing her features to glow. "He was so perfect..but something was wrong this morning..I could feel it..something is wrong with him.."

"Maybe you need to go see him," Amy said, hiding her genuine concern for Randy by squeezing Trish's arm as if to reassure her that she needed to go. The Canadian beauty glanced over her friend's features, her eyes squinted in question, her lips pursed.

"I don't know..he's probably already left for his flight."

"Why did you leave him? Couldn't you just have stayed with him and you two could've caught the plane together?" Amy questioned, looking down at her watch, making sure they weren't late for thier own flight.

"And risk Stacy or Dave seeing?" Trish snorted. "Not a chance. We're not that stupid." The blonde looked down at her cell, eyes widening as she caught the time. "Shit, we better go!"

"I was about to say the same thing, hun."

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Amy and Trish had made the flight just in time. They were now comfortably resting in their hotel room, Trish reading a book and Amy staring off into the distance. She had seen Randy down by the indoor pool, which was right in the center of the hotel, which was also in view from their room, and she couldn't stop remembering that night so long ago. Glancing over at Trish, who was too focused on her book to even glance out the sliding glass door and down towards the pool, Amy decided to go down and talk to him. It was risky. While her intentions were purely to see if he was alright, since Trish apparently had no idea he was here and for some reason the redhead had no desire to tell her, she knew of a fellow Diva who happened to be at this very hotel that may happen to see and may happen to freak out. But, with one more glance at Randy, who was now resting his head in his hands, Amy pushed up from her spot and slipped on her sneakers.

"Trish, I'm gonna go have a look around. I need to get some air anyway," she lied, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Okay," Trish replied, not even the slightest bit interested in anything but that damn book. Amy rolled her eyes and left the room, quickly making her way towards the stairs that led her down to the pool. She opened the glass doors that seperated her from where Randy was sitting, her hazel orbs warm and inviting when they made contact with Randy's eyes. He gave her a soft smile and motioned for her to come sit beside him, taking her hand in his as she took a seat on one of the chairs next to where he was laying out.

"Hey Rand, how you feeling?" she asked, squeezing his hand kindly.

"Like shit. Can you tell?" He gave her another smile, noting that his appearence was far from the usual. Amy still thought he looked amazing.

"You look wonderful, so stop that," she replied softly, somehow wishing she hadn't even said that. Randy glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow slightly, a genuinely flattered smile creeping across his lips.

"You haven't complimented me in ages," he whispered, his eyes seeming to burn into her soul. Shrugging it off, the redhead returned the smile slowly.

"Don't get used to it..you know me," she replied, tossing her fiery locks.

"Yeah..yeah.." Randy trailed off into silence after these words. Amy looked at him with question, noting the exhaustion that was shadowing his usually bright features.

"Bad night?" she questioned, picking at her pants absently. She intentionally asked him this. Why? She wasn't quite sure but she wondered how he would answer. Randy looked over at her distantly, his eyes focused on her but his attention elsewhere.

"Not bad, no. Just..mind boggling..yeah, that's just it.." Randy rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a deep sigh. "Can I talk to you about something? And this won't leave the room," he warned, an eyebrow raised at the redhead to prove his seriousness. Amy held up her hands in defeat.

"Who the fuck would I tell, honestly?"

"Trish." Amy's mouth formed a silent "Oh," and she, without thinking of it, looked up towards the room in which the said Diva was. She didn't want to talk about her..she just..wanted to admire Randy's presence without having to be annoyed by this talk.

"What now?" She didn't intend for this to sound harsh, but it did. Randy, thankfully, took no notice of it.

"Last night..holy hell, it was amazing..it was perfect." Just as Trish had put it, Amy noted, continuing to listen. "She blew my mind. The things I did to her, the way she made me feel..I haven't had sex like that in a long time..if ever." Amy flinched. "And, I'm not satisfied. I want more," he whispered, looking over at Amy, who was still trying to process the painful statement that she had taken offense from. "What?" Randy asked, squeezing her arm in concern.

"Nothing."

"Amy, what is wrong?" Randy was confused..and it sure as hell was shown on his face. Amy, never being one to hide anything, let it be known.

"And I suppose I was a bad fuck?" Silence followed this harsh, cold hiss that she spoke and Randy suddenly felt frozen.

"Excuse me?"

"Forget it." Amy wanted to walk away but she couldn't bring herself to move.

"Jesus, Amy, that was a long time ago..why are you bringing this up?" he asked, still taken aback. They never spoke of this..why now?

"You claimed you never had a fuck like that before and I do recall you quite enjoying yourself in that bathroom," she smirked, tilting her head to the side. Randy began to laugh suddenly, the grin on his face almost taunting her.

"I did, yes. It's a fond memory. But, we were never in love. We were just..you know.." He awkwardly looked away and Amy felt another stab through the heart. She wasn't sure why..but he was hurtful.

"So you love Trish?" Randy looked back at her.

"Why're you so interested?" And to be honest, she didn't know the answer to his question.

"Just answer."

"These past few weeks with her have been amazing..I never even felt like this with Stacy. I don't know how easily I fall in love anymore," Randy replied, another deep sigh let out into the silence. "And if I don't love her, then there's no other explanation for these feelings..so I guess the answer is yes." He faded off yet again, but this time the quiet was welcomed. Amy wasn't sure why she felt so angry at hearing that he loved her best friend. She wasn't sure why she had even been thinking about that one night with him so long ago recently. She just wasn't sure of anything anymore. Randy had closed his eyes and he was now absently chewing on his bottom lip. Amy stared at him. He was right..they had never been in love. They had never really talked much about it. Why it had suddenly come back into existence was beyond any of her comprehension. Maybe just being with him made her want to experience that passion again.

"Do you regret what happened between us, Randy?" she asked, almost to herself then to him.

"Sometimes..and only for the fact that it's a secret that we both keep that would hurt so many," he replied, looking over towards the redhead.

"Do you think Trish knows?" Amy, again, was unsure why she asked this.

"I don't see how she could. She's never said anything to me..but it would explain why she was so upset with you about you coming to my room," Randy said, making it a point to look around, almost in panic. "You can't really see anything between us when we're together."

"We do have an unspoken chemistry.." the redhead added.

"True..no one knows what happened except us." They left it at that. Neither wanted to speak of it any longer. It was not only awkward, but uncalled for, seeing as Randy was in love with Amy's best friend. The past was the past and they couldn't go back and erase it. She absently took Randy's hand in hers and began to caress his fingers, her head bowed in silence.

"I don't ever want her to find out.." Amy whispered, her voice hoarse and quiet. While she could be referring to two blondes, Randy knew Trish was the one the redhead feared finding out more so than Stacy. He looked at the ground and let out a quiet breath.

"She won't." And though neither knew it, Trish Stratus was watching from the balcony of her and Amy's hotel room, her eyes narrowed, her blood on fire. She couldn't make out a word they'd been saying, and although she'd only been standing there for a few seconds, the sight below was enough to make her mind go crazy with assumptions. She watched the patterns Amy traced on her lover's hand and became infuriated beyond console. She turned and slammed the door.

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The air outside was gradually getting cooler since the sun had set. Randy walked idly down the street, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatshirt, the hood pulled loosely over his head. He had no clue why he was out here. Maybe to clear his head, maybe to reflect on Trish, maybe to reflect on everything he'd ever done. Trish would never trust him if she knew about Amy. It may have been long ago, but it was still her best friend. Finding out that your lover and your best friend had once had sex was far from comforting. Truth was, to Randy, it had never happened. Amy had never happened. Back when he was with Stacy, although he loved her, one woman wasn't enough. He needed more. Stacy was the one he ran back to, but he wanted excitement with the others she didn't need to know about, his secret life so to speak. Amy caught his eye when Stacy had introduced them formally a few months before the incident. Her personality drove him insane. She was wild. She was carefree. He liked her, had an attraction that was unsettling for her. And when he'd seen her looking at him with admiration, his need to score with the redhead, well, it became too hard to ignore. But now..it was almost a dream, something he had been blocking out since the afternoon he spent with Amy a few weeks ago. She was a permanent reminder of his unknown betrayal. After they had sex, they pushed it aside and became very close friends and they related to each other..but deep down, Randy wondered if Amy only remained his friend because of deeper feelings for him. It made no difference now. He didn't care. He shouldn't. He wanted to, for the first time in his life, be truthful and dedicated to Trish Stratus and Trish Stratus only.

"Hey.." Speak of the devil, Randy thought, turning his eyes upon the face of his lover. She looked pale, almost sickly. His heart melted.

"Baby," he whispered, pulling her into him, burying his face in her neck, holding her so tightly that you'd swear he'd never let go. Her previous anger faded away the second she sunk into his embrace.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," Trish said hoarsely, rubbing the back of his neck before letting him lean down to kiss her. Randy's lips were hungry and he was savoring her taste.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, his mouth trailing down to her neck.

"I need to talk to you.." Randy pulled away and took Trish's hands in his, playing with her fingers as he looked down at her.

"What's up, baby?" She fell into silence and let out a struggled sigh, closing her eyes and pursing her lips together. She looked hesitant, this causing Randy to become slightly panicked.

"I happened to see..I saw Amy..holding your hand earlier today..and it's been bothering me ever since..Rand--"

"Trish, look at me." Reluctantly, she looked at him. "She was just telling me about some things that had been bothering her..it was nothing more than a comforting gesture, I promise you this," Randy said, taking her cool palm in both of his and pressing a kiss down onto her hand. His eyes were light, twinkling in the dim light.

"What things?" Trish asked slowly, tilting her head. Randy looked straight at her and swallowed.

"Just some stu--"

"Randy, what was Amy saying to you?" Her voice became more aggressive now, her eyes darkened in both slight anger and confusion. Knowing full well what they had discussed, Randy turned his eyes away from Trish, who was now looking on at him with widened eyes. "Tell me! If this was so innocent, tell me!"

"I can't..she asked me not to..it's just about some of the guys at work," he lied, the conscience he had once thought to be dead awakening deep inside him. Lying to her made him feel sick.

"She's my fucking best friend, why don't I know about this?"

"I don't know..maybe she's embarrassed since they've been saying mean things to her..I don't know, baby!" Randy's voice was becoming harder at this point and Trish felt a stab of pain in her chest. What if he was lying to her?

"That's just not her..we tell each other everything, Randy.."

"Just ask her then, I can't read her fucking mind." Trish couldn't deny that she was completely taken aback with not only this scenario, but his sudden harshness. He almost seemed desperate to hide something..or was her mind playing tricks on her? Regardless, she leaned into his chest and closed her eyes, fighting back the urge to cry, although she wasn't quite sure why she wanted to. It had just hit her. Randy held onto her tenderly and stroked her back, resting his head atop hers as he rocked her back and forth. "I shouldn't have been so harsh.."

"It's okay, Randy..it's okay." Trish opened her eyes and stared up, absently watching the stars twinkle above her in the sheet of darkness that was currently the sky. If anyone was listening up there, she silently begged that she no longer be tested, that she no needed to feel such agony of two men fighting for her affections, one who she had an affair with and he had slept with his wife behind her back, and one who had cheated on Stacy and destroyed his relationships in the process. Besides those points, upon his sleeping with Torrie Wilson, Randy had lost both John Cena and her other said lover Dave Batista, who had taken Stacy's side much like everyone else had too, as friends. Since then, neither men had forgiven him, especially not John who had an eternal soft spot for the leggy Diva. Trish didn't need this. She didn't want this. While Dave and her had rushed back into things a while ago, they were never back to how it had been before. She wasn't sure if she forgave him for running off to Angie once she had found out about the affair, when Dave had proclaimed his love for Trish. He'd tried to make up for it, but at that point, Randy was already an issue. He had been her conquest of revenge, a way to hurt Dave just the way he had hurt her..with someone he hated. Yet, Randy's charm and something unbeknowst to her made her fall for him. And now, here she was, her face buried into Randy's chest, her eyes filling with tears, clinging onto him for support. Whatever was to come would happen regardless and she was in no form able to stop that. She had no power to stop shit from happening. And although she forgot for a mintue why she was upset, it all came back to her..first, she had caught Amy in Randy's room, which the redhead later claimed to be talking to Randy about her..and now, well, now she had witnessed Amy holding Randy's hand and the fear of something going on between them was rekindled. Randy had done it before and she was pretty sure Amy had too. Before Randy's affair with Torrie came into play, Trish had always noticed something odd between Amy and Randy. They both seemed so tense whenever they were together in Stacy's presence and they looked at each other frequently. Trish was familiar with reading people and in the back of her mind, she had thought they were seeing one another. But, when Randy proposed, Trish thought nothing more of it..until now. While she wanted to ask, she felt she had no place, especially since it was just a wild assumption. But, looking up at him in the darkened street, Trish felt another twinge of pain..what if she were right? What then?