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Randy mother-fucking Orton, the man was standing there now, just staring at her as John nodded to him and walked out the door. Savannah was sure that at any moment his blue eyes would pierce her very soul. He looked good; too good in fact…it was the kind of good that made her want him as a heater for her thighs. He was dressed head to tow in black, making his tan skin pop against the dark fabric, the red head just wished he looked like crap so she could just stop looking at him.
"Well I didn't bring any flowers," The man began, trying his hardest to lighten the mood.
Savannah on the other hand couldn't seem to look past the elephant in the room, and this one was eight times bigger then the one in those damn vma adds with Britney. Last week this time her biggest worry was when she was getting off next and now she found herself in the middle of one fucked up situation. It was only days ago that she had left him in that hotel room by himself after a satisfying night with herself and Maria to think about what he had said to her. She told him that he didn't love her and had given him space to realize that. Tonight was supposed to be the night that everything went back to normal, but now that Samantha knew the truth nothing could ever be the same.
The red head took a seat on her desk to avoid his face anywhere near hers, because she didn't think that if the opportunity arose she could resist those lips, "Its not necessary Randy, wrestlers don't normally bring their make-up artists flowers."
A smirk appeared on the mans face, "You and I both know that your way more then that to me, besides if that's true then why is John bringing you roses?" He asked, moving inside the room to lean on the wall.
"He just wanted to say he was sorry that's all." Savannah replied to him trying to busy herself by lining up the make-up brushes beside her. She bite down nervously on her bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood from it, her life was getting crazy, with drama at every corner she turned. It was spewing out faster and juicer then a cheesy soap opera.
Randy moved closer and closer to her until he was standing directly in front of the desk she was perched on. "Is there something going on between you two? I mean you stayed in his room last night. We never said we wouldn't see other people but…"
She still didn't have the guts to look him in the eye, she was sure that if she did she just might crack. "No there's nothing going on between me and John, I slept with him yesterday because I was mad at you. But that was before we saw you and Sam, its never happened before then and not that its any of your business but it's not going to happen again." The make-up artist said, getting the words out of her mouth to set everything straight.
The St. Louis native brushed his fingers gently across her jaw line, "I want to make it my business." Randy told her, tilting her face toward him and sweeping his lips on hers.
"Randy," She sighed, "This isn't right you need to be with Samantha."
He broke this kiss to trail his tongue behind her ear and down her neck, "But I don't love her."
"You don't love me either," Anna responded, finding it harder and harder to maintain her composer, "That's why I told you to go back to her, don't you listen?"
Randy pressed his mouth to hers in a feverish kiss, his tongue begging her for access and when granted swirling it with hers in battle. "I do love you," He panted, running his fingers back through her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. "And I do listen, I went to go back to her, I really did. I was standing right outside the door ready to knock but I couldn't do it, it didn't feel right. This," Randy told pulling back from the embrace to look at her, "This is right."
Savannah snaked her hand around his head to affectionately rub her fingers across the back of his neck as he dropped to his knees before her, "This is wrong Randy."
He pushed his finger to her lips, "Shhhh." Randy cooed, placing soft kisses up her calves to her knees, stopping to repeat his actions on the other leg before pressing his lips to the inside of her thighs, making his destination clear.
Anna moaned at the simple sensation of his mouth on her skin, but her mind was fighting with other parts of her body. "Randy, no stop." She said shoving him back at she felt his fingers under her dress fighting to remove her lingerie.
Stumbling back he spoke, "What's the matter? What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," Savannah replied jumping down off the desk, pulling her dress back down to cover up upper legs. "We shouldn't be doing this, you have a baby and wife that are now burned into my brain forever. We just can't be together...not anymore." She explained, watching the confused look on his face. She hated giving him mixed signals but she was having an internal struggle controlling her every action.
Suddenly she felt the card stabbing her chest from inside her bra, "Here." She said reaching into the dress and pulling out the plastic to hand to him, "I took it the other night, I spent eight thousand dollars and I'll pay you back every cent I swear." Anna rambled, spewing out the guilt she was feeling before rushing for the door.
"Wait, I don't care you don't have to pay me back…Just talk to me why can't we be together?" He yelled, not giving a damn about the money as he chased her into the hallway. "I'm not going back to Sam, end of story…I just don't love her and I'm sorry it took you and this whole mess for me to see that but it's the truth. And your single, you just told me yourself there's nothing between you and Cena. So what's the problem here?"
Savannah couldn't give in, that wasn't who she was and deep in the back of her fucked up mind she still felt that with her out of the picture Randy's family could slowly piece its way back together. Besides she wasn't ready for love, not at all, she didn't even like to think of the word let alone live it. In fact it made her sick to think she had just used it in a sentence back there. But she wasn't thinking when it slipped out, the man's kisses were toxic and from the few days apart having him touch her like that was almost an outer body experience. "We just can't!" She screamed swinging around to shout at him. "Besides I'm moving on."
Randy smirked again, she was bluffing, "Oh yeah? With who?" He pressed, calling her on it, she never did have a good poker face.
The red headed woman began to panic, frantically looking around for someone to label her new lover. Reaching out she grabbed the first man she saw and spun him around, "Him." She said to Randy, running her hand up over his blue t-shirt, trailing her nails over his chest.
"Ted Jr.?" The champion questioned, obviously not amused by her efforts to get rid of his feelings for her. "Bull shit."
"Oh-oh yeah?" She stuttered, "Oh yeah? Well…well," Anna grabbed the newer superstar by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, pressing her mouth to his. At first Ted seemed to be in complete shock, but it didn't take him long to wrap his arms around her, his hands finding her backside as he tangled his tongue with hers. "There." Savannah said finally pulling back, completely out of breath as she flattened out the wrinkles in her dress, "See moving on."
The third generation superstar looked on in disgust, if he didn't risk suspension he would have pulled the tongue out of the kids throat. "Guess you are." If looks could kill, poor Teddy would have been pushing up daisies.
The younger man smiled over at the woman in his arms, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, in protection and pride, "So Savannah you want to do something after the show?"
"I'd love to." She purred, all the while directing her words not towards him but launching every drawn out syllable at Randy.