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Leslie POV

The evening after I saw the ruins of my former home, that day my true love almost kissed me in the water, I am sitting in the banquet hall eating dinner sitting to Drew's left with Sheamus on my other side. Randy is chatting me up for some reason. It's his vain attempt to be charming, I guess. The asshole is paying way too much attention to me for my taste for some reason, trying to be way nicer than he has been for the entirety of my visit. This and seeing Ridge Hollard's leering, drunk off his ass gazes at me is making my skin crawl and my stomach turn.

But I'm pretty sure I know Randy's reason for being such a chit chat tonight. On Drew's right should be Lucy, his wife who is whoring around with his best friend. But she is not there. Apparently, something has delayed her. Whatever it is, I don't know nor do I care. That's more time I spend with Drew without her nauseating, cheating presence causing bile to rise up to my mouth. However, if she would care to make an appearance like she's supposed to as Drew's queen and wife (gag), it would take Randy's unwanted conversation away from me.

Oh, and there she is now! Lucy decided to join us, rushing into the room by Drew's side. She looks flushed and is acting distracted. I secretly roll my eyes as Drew rises to greet her, "Love, welcome. What kept you so long?"

She sits as he pushes her seat in, "I just got back from my ride. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. My apologies, everyone."

And who are you riding now, you slut? She starts to eat and I notice Randy's demeanor change. He is now very quiet and looking directly at Lucy with that intensity I always joke looks like he needs to take a shit. Holy fuck! Had they been together before dinner and I missed it? Did they intentionally come separately to avoid being spotted together? And look at that cad fuck leering at his strumpet right in front of Drew! Shameless bastard!

By the end of dinner, my nerves are shot and I am extremely irritated as Lucy bolts to her chamber ahead of everyone barely touching her meal, and yet Randy doesn't attempt to accompany her. This waiting to catch these fucks is starting to weigh on my mind! I walk out of the banquet hall with Drew, who stops in the hall and tells me, "I'm so sorry I can't walk you to your door tonight, Sweet. I have some items to discuss with Sheamus in my office. Forgive me."

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. I forget to breathe, but I keep cool, "Nothing to forgive, McIntyre. I'm a big girl. I think I can find my own bedchamber. But that reminds me, I need you to call a meeting with your entire household staff tomorrow evening for me. I have a special request."

Drew raises his eyebrow and gives me a smirk, "I'm almost afraid to ask, but what is this request?"

I smile, "Oh you're so funny! No, that…what do you call him again? Old Bastard?" Drew laughs as I explain, "Well, Sheamus' birthday is the day after. I always throw him a huge party back home and I would like to do that here. That is, if it's OK with you, King McIntyre." I mock curtsy to him.

Drew shrugs and wrinkles his nose, "Eh, I guess we can do that for the old git. Just kidding. I think that's a great idea. And I won't say a word to him tonight." He kisses me in the forehead and I feel like the world has stopped for just the two of us. He tells me as he is joined by Sheamus, "Goodnight, my Sweet. I hope your dreams are a sweet as you are." I want nothing more than to tell him that they all about him and they are the sweetest of visions.

Randy POV

I am standing here in the corridor waiting for Leslie to stop talking to goddamn McIntyre. For fuck's sake! Has he not monopolized all her time yet? I'm still pissed as hell at Lucy for siding with that stable boy shit yesterday! Allen, or whatever the fuck his name is. He's starting to piss me off. People who do that don't last very long…just ask Jenny.

She tried my tolerance for bullshit and found out. You don't go against me and live to tell about it. I smirk internally thinking about how "poor Jenny" learned that lesson way too late to save her life. And now, Lucy is trying my patience like she did, but no matter. I will take all my anger and vengeance out on Leslie's hot little pussy tonight!

Speaking of, Leslie is looking fine as hell tonight in that cream-colored dress. I don't know why I never noticed just how fuckable she is until now. Maybe because Drew never showed any lustful intentions towards her before, but he's making it obvious now. And I can't blame him. That tight little curvy body… Fuck! I'm getting hard thinking about taking her! And thanks to that little interaction with that limey prick Ridge Holland last week, I know she's nice and easy to get in the bed, just the way I like my conquests. And the closer to Drew, the better.

I know she would normally not fall for anything I say. The cunt is too smart for her own good. So, with the help of a little bottle of something I found at the apothecary today, she won't be able to put up a fight with that goddamn big brain of hers. Just like Jenny…she didn't know what hit her that night I…never mind. I'll fuck Leslie within an inch of her life, maybe shut that smart mouth up with my dick, and ruin her for any other man, especially Drew.

She finally breaks away as Drew and Sheamus retreat to his office. I stop her in the hallway, trying to look as innocent and charming as I can muster, "Hey Les! I'm not very tired right now. How about you and I hang out for a little while. We still haven't had much of a chance to catch up since you've been back. Let's have a little nightcap in the library and talk about old times. What do you say?"

She gives me a strange and doubting look (This bitch and her intelligence really pisses me off!), but then sighs and shrugs, "I was going to bed since I'm exhausted. But why not? I could use a nice goblet of wine and good banter. Show me the way."

I smile and lead her down that hallway and into the library. I close the door as she has a seat on the couch. I lock the door quietly with a skeleton key and place it on the bookshelf. I got the bitch right where I want her! Goddamn it, I'm good! I'll have that dress off and plunging hilt deep into that little pussy in no time! I start the conversation as I walk to the little bar area I had previously set up during the day, "You know, Leslie. Scotland hasn't been the same since you left. I'm really glad you came back."

She considers me and asks, "Is that so? And why is that, Randal? Are the local ladies not as good at giving you verbal abuse as I am?"

I chuckle, but then turn around to the drinks so she doesn't see my seething anger at her fucking smart ass mouth yet again. Also, it gives me a chance to pull out the special bottle so she won't see that I'm pouring it into her wine goblet first. I say as I mix her drink and pour mine, "You are something else, Les. I never met anyone like you. You are not afraid of anything or anyone. And Drew was right: you have only grown more beautiful during your time in Ireland."

I take the goblets over to the sitting area, making sure to hand her the spiked drink, and I raise my glass to hers saying, "To two best friends becoming closer than ever." We clink our goblets together. I take a drink and then I see Leslie take a sip of her wine with those full, dick sucking lips that will be wrapped around mine in a few minutes.

She says, before taking another sip as I sit my glass down, "So Randy, what is it you would like to talk to me about? You were wanting this banter session. Let's have it."

I turn around to face the fireplace and start to tell her, "I know, you and I have always had this weird friendship. Sometimes, it seems like we're more like adversaries. But I've always been very fond of you." I look back at her, giving her my most seductive look as she raises an eyebrow. I retrieve my goblet and take a long swig of the wine and finish, "Well, Leslie. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. Because you have done nothing but capture my attention since you came back. You are by far the sexiest most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. I want you, Leslie."

The bitch dares to laugh at me, "Oh Randal! You had me going there for a moment. OK, what is all this really about?"

I turn to her and say, slurring my words for some reason, "Leslie, I'm not fucking joking. I want you, goddamn it! I want that pussy in my bed now. Once my cock is deep inside you, you will never… want… any… other… man… Wait…why…is…the...room…spin…"

Leslie POV

You dumb pissant motherfucker! You really didn't think I heard you locking the door? I stand up and walk over to a swaying and tipsy Randy, putting my hand on his shoulder as I mock him, "What's the matter, Randy? You feeling a little woozy? Yeah, I've heard that's one of the wretched effects of dwole-dreng."

He stumbles and falls onto the couch on his lying ass and shakes his head, "I... The what?"

I kneel down next to him and pat him on the head, "You know, dear Randal Keith Orton. The shit you slipped into my drink in your lame ass attempt to drug me and get under my skirt. Or did you try hemlock? Either way, I saw you slip it into my wine. You really need to work on your sneakiness. It's pathetic really."

He tries in vain to hold his head up, lolling it around as I finish, "Yeah, I never swallowed a single swig of your concoction. And I made sure to wipe my lips so none got in my system. Even the tiniest drop is quite powerful to the human internal system. But you turning around to flap your disgusting gums gave me ample opportunity to switch our goblets, you stupid little shit!" His head plops down and he is out like a light. I raise his hands and arm up, and watch it drop limply to his side.

I giggle, knowing that he's not waking up for quite a long time now. Randy is practically drooling on the cushions as I put my face to his and say, "You won't remember any of this when you wake up. It's one of the unfortunate side effects of the dwole-dreng. You just had to pick someone who spends a lot of time at the apothecary to fuck with. God, you're so stupid! You think you're the first piece of shit to attempt to drug and rape me? Nah. But I'm going to make damn sure you never try me again. And just know this, my dear best friend. I know what you and Lucy have done to Drew. I know you're fucking around behind his back. Yeah! And this little stunt has only made me more determined to catch you two assholes in the act. I'm going to show Drew what a rat bastard traitor his second in command is and what a common whore he has for a wife. Whatever reservations I had about exposing your little affair have flown out the window. So, thank you, Randy. Now, it's time for me to have some fun."

I swiftly remove all of Randy's clothes. I look at his sorry ass naked body, zeroing on that diseased limp little thing he calls a dick and shrug, "Eh, I've seen bigger. Really Lucy? That is what you're fucking around on Drew with? I hope Randy didn't give you anything you can't get rid of because I know some of the places he has stuck that thing in! Yuck!"

I retrieve the skeleton key from the bookcase shelf and unlock the door. I go back to the couch and grab Randy's hands. I proceed to drag his sorry ass onto the floor and haul him to the door. I hope his entire body is sore when the fucker wakes up since I manage to "accidentally" run him into the table and bookshelf.

I open the door to peek out into the halls, pleased to see not one soul. I slog this sack of shit out into the middle of the hallway so that he is sprawled out, naked as a jaybird. I smirk, spit on his torso, and skip down the hall to my chamber. I'm ready for a restful night's sleep, full of dreams about Drew fucking me into oblivion.

Drew POV

Sheamus and I exit my office after a nice long conversation. It was good to catch up with him and hear all that Randy had showed him regarding the Army. It sounds like we are ready to sign the agreement. I want more than anything to include in that accord to have him turn the guardianship of Leslie over to me. I know better than to request this as it will raise suspicions, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't think about it if it means she stays here in Scotland with me.

We are chatting about a few things walking down the corridor as we stumble upon a most strange site: Randy Orton is laying buck naked on his back in the middle of the hallway! Sheamus gapes and starts to laugh, "What in the bloody hell? What kinda castle are ye running here, McIntyre?"

I shake my head and shrug "Eh, he must've had one of his local girls here too late. He does look peaceful though. Let's just leave him be." We both nod and step over the body of my way too sexed up second in command and retreat to our bedchambers for the evening.