Hello again you guys! Just wanted to say thanks again to everyone who is reading and reveiwing this fic, means sooo much to me. Here with another short chapter for you guys, only one or two chapters left! So here it is hope you enjoy read and review!

Somehow Savannah had managed to successfully avoid Randy for almost a week, there was a low house show schedule and he was doing appearances more then anything else. But today was Raw and she knew that she was going to see him tonight one way or another.

Things were going ok she supposed, Ted's "performance" had improved but he was definitely no Randy. She was just going to have to get used to that, and it was killing her that she couldn't seem to get him off her mind. When she purposely flaunted the young man in his face it immediately felt good, but later that night with Ted's mouth between her thighs she somehow couldn't concentrate on the sensation but instead kept seeing Randy's face. It was just about driving her crazy that she couldn't even fuck him out of her brain. She'd left men before, why was this so damn hard?

"Hey baby." Savannah heard, turning around to see Ted standing there and suddenly felt his hands on her hips. She wanted to pull away because she was so sick of his in your face approach to her. Granted he wasn't a John Cena, it wasn't because he was in love with her it seemed to be that he craved to learn and Savannah definitely had a lot to teach him. Sadly however she wasn't in the mood to help him, she just wanted him away from her because for once she didn't feel like sleeping with anyone. Anna didn't know what was getting into her and she hoped she would snap out of it soon, here he was a gorgeous young man eager to pleasure her in anyway he could and all she could think about was how much longer she had to keep this act for Randy.

"Oh hey Ted." She managed to get out before his lips found there way behind her ear.

Laughing she pushed him back, "Down boy." The red head told him, but it was to no avail as he was right back on her, his heavy breathe in her ear as he spoke. "I just can't keep my hands off you, last night was amazing baby."

She rolled her eyes as he continued his assault on her neck, she didn't know how she wasn't covered in hickies with the time he spent there. Sure it felt nice but didn't he know that ultimately neither one of them was getting anything out of it. Then just when she thought she was going to have to endure his slobber for nothing she saw him coming down the corridor.

Perfect, Anna though to herself, another chance to show Randy she was over him. Throwing her head back Savannah did her best fake orgasm look, closing her eyes and pretending like if Ted stopped what he was doing she'd die. But when she opened her eyes expecting to see Randy looking on completely irritated she saw something she wasn't expecting at all.

There he was walking down the hallway with something hanging off him, it couldn't be. But when as he got closer and closer it wasn't hard to see what it was, and it wasn't a what, in fact it was a who, Kelly Kelly. No, no it couldn't be, She thought. How did that little slut get her claws into her Orton?

Jerking away from Teddy she stormed up to them, "What the hell is this?" Savannah yelled at him shoving Randy back and forcing the blonde girl to let go of him.

"Um, excuse me?" Kelly said to her meekly, tapping her on the shoulder.

Her red hair swung around to point a finger in the girls face, "Shut it hussy." She said to her before turning her attention back to Randy. "What's going on here?"

It took every ounce of strength in his body to keep from smiling, it was working, she was infuriated. "What ever do you mean Savannah?"

"Don't play dumb with me ass-hole." She spat, "You know damn well I'm talking about the little twit on your arm."

"Well not that it's any of your business," Randy began, using her own words from the other night against her, "But as you have probably heard my wife Samantha kicked me out, and I couldn't be happier. So now as a young man I am sowing my oats…isn't that right Kells." He finished, slinking an arm around her petite waist resulting in a giggle from the girl.

Kells, the sound of it made Savannah want to puke. How could he be doing this, he was supposed to be lovesick over her, but this is what she wanted wasn't it, for him to leave her alone?

It was all to confusing and somehow she resisted the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. Instead she turned to go, went see Vince, spilled him some sob story about being really sick, apologized to Ted that she wouldn't be able to entertain tonight and went back to the hotel alone.

When she got there she dug through her suitcase for her pyjamas she just wanted to curl up and sleep until forever. But instead of her hands finding what she was looking for they fell upon the stiff cotton collar of a dress shirt. Savannah pulled it out quickly and immediately recognized it as Randy's, it must how found its way into her things when she hastily gathered them up the last time they were together.

Her own clothes found the floor and she buttoned the blue shirt around her nakedness to slip into bed. The material smelled like him and it made Savannah vow that it was just his cologne that she missed, not him. Who was she kidding?