Hey fabulous reviewers, this story had been incredible, while i didnt always get response from people its always been fun and the faithful reviewers made it worth while. I wanna thank everyone who took the time to review this, means alot to me :) so here it is the final chapter, hopefully everything makes sense now! And once again i own nohing all the wwe wrestlers belong to themselves...i only own savannah and my twsited thoughts lol. Read and review please!

The sound of the door clicking shut sent tears pouring down Savannah's porcelain face, she had finally forced herself to admit that she loved Randy, only to wind up completely alone. What good was it now facing the fact that he was the only one who made her heart beat faster? All that the admittance did now was make her scare off every good thing that came her way. Ted was standing there ready to give her exactly what she wanted from Randy, no strings attached kind of relationship that satisfied her needs not her heart. But all that only made her feel worse because then she knew that she didn't want no strings attached, she should have seen it from the beginning, from the moment she saw his blue eyes trace up and down her figure… she wanted nothing more then Randy Orton.

Back then she had convinced herself that the attraction and connection was merely physical, she even went so far as to try and maintain her games with both him and John Cena. But it was all bull shit, all a cover up, one great big lie trying to mask the instant bond she held with the St. Louis native.

Then he wanted it all, her and him in a little white house with a picket fence and a crying baby…something he already had with Samantha but swore he longed for with her. He wanted her love and she wouldn't back down long enough to give it to him. She was too busy protecting herself, holding her cards close to her chest so no one could see her hand, so no one could get close enough to see that she was holding her heart. Anna was protecting herself from getting hurt again, hurt like she remembered feeling over and over in her life.

The make up artist had never admitted to Randy or anyone else that she thought she knew love once; she had been convinced she had found her happily ever after. But she didn't, all she found was a man who used that affection to get what he wanted, reeling her in, ready to throw her back when he was finished with her.

Savannah winced just thinking about him, about that time in her young life. She was so naïve; so stupid…she blinked back the tears that weren't for that ass hole but for Randy, in a way though they were connected. Because it was because he hurt her so badly that she vowed never to love and trust another man. It was because of Chris Jericho that she hadn't been able to give into Randy.

God the memories still cut her like a knife, not because she still pined for the blonde man, no she learned a long time ago that she wasn't in love with him because you couldn't love someone like that, not after what he did to her. The moment he broke her heart all the love she had for him slipped out of the jagged cracks, she just hated that she let him get to her.

When Anna met Chris she had just started working for the company, he was sexy as hell and he was always flirting with her in the make up chair. It was probably around 2001, just before Randy and John even entered the picture, all the superstars were working both brands but she simply did make up for SmackDown.

So one night he's a little more blunt about his flirtation then usual, before that she didn't really think anything of his passes because well boys will be boys. They all showed up in good spirits and couldn't resist having a little fun because of that, all of them often flirting with the pretty face who was doing their make up. But Chris was different on that night, he was serious with what he was saying and she knew he was. Then before he left the chair he handed her a room key and told her to meet him later and like a fool she agreed.

They had a torrid affair, meeting each other every where and anywhere they could for quick, hot, rough sex that ended abruptly with him coming and then taking off. Somehow in the bewildered star and love struck state she was in she fell for him, completely head over heals and then the trouble started.

He wanted her constantly at his beck and call, using her newfound confession of love as ammunition to make her do whatever he wanted, both sexually and by making her do all of his errands. And like an idiot Savannah did everything he wanted and then was crushed one night when she heard him talking to his best friend Christian on the phone…

"Oh man its so sweet," Chris whispered into the receiver, "It's absolutely perfect having Savannah in my life."

Savannah smiled against the doorframe watching and listening to him on the phone. His sweet words warmed her heart, she never heard him speak to anyone about her like that, as far as she knew nobody was allowed to know that they were together. They vowed to keep things secret to protect their jobs and their privacy.

"Yeah I get to have this little tart in my bed, letting me live out whatever fantasy I want at night, then during the day she runs around doing my errands. The best part is she's to stupid to even realising I'm using her, she doesn't even know I have a wife at home and have no intention of forming anything but this sexual relationship with her."

Silent tears ran down her face as she heard the truth spill from his mouth. How could he do this to her? It was all clear now, all the times he would refuse to bring her home with him, all the times he made her stay far away from him, the real reason why nobody could no about them. He had a wife, and she was unknowingly his whore.

After that she just left him, told him she was done playing his little lap dog and that if he spoke to her again she'd tell his wife and Vince everything. She didn't care if she got fired, she just needed to make sure he stayed the hell away from her or he went through the same kind of pain she did. But he stayed away, she met John and began everything Jericho was to her with him, only she was upfront with him, she wasn't going to love John Cena or anyone else.

Then through some cruel twist of fate she had fallen in love for real, something she swore she wouldn't do, with a married man no less. Samantha only made everything a million times worse, she was happy to play Randy's whore away from home, she was used to that but then he fell for her. And now, what was even worse was that it didn't matter…Randy was probably resting between Kelly's thighs at the moment.

She couldn't handle it anymore, she had to get out of the room, she would go crazy just alone with her mind. What she needed was a stiff drink; glancing at the clock again Savannah thought it was a safe bet that she would find the bar cold and empty. So in her lonely and depressed state she didn't even bother to change out of Randy's shirt before heading towards the elevator.

Anna lightly pushed the downward arrow for the elevator, waiting she popped the collar of the shirt up around her ears to once again inhale the scent of him. It was killing her now to be without him, as much as seeing him with someone else hurt her she missed him. After all this whole stupid mess was her own fault.

Hearing the magic ding she looked up to see the elevator doors open and she couldn't help but tear up again when she saw Randy standing there. "I'll get the next one," She stammered, turning to go, both mortified and embarrassed.

Randy reached out and grabbed her, "Don't be silly," He stated, "We're both adults, we can share an elevator."

She reluctantly stepped inside with him, she didn't want to look like a bigger idiot and running away now would certainly accomplish that. It's just for a second, Savannah thought to herself, you can do this.

Never in her life had she felt more uncomfortable, besides the fact that she was in a tight space with the man she longed for but couldn't have, she was also half naked and the only thing she was wearing belonged to him.

Then just when things couldn't get any worse she felt the ground jolt and suddenly the elevator came to a complete halt. "What's going on, what's happening?" She yelled, lowering herself to the ground in fear.

"It appears we're stuck," Randy said, lightly laughing at the sight of her now, curled up on the floor like a four year old and the sound of thunder.

Her eyes moved up to meet his gaze, "How are you laughing, we're gunna die in here."

His smile widened, "Always the drama queen," Randy commented, scooting down to sit next to her, "I'm pretty sure that some one will get us out of here, you claustrophobic or something?"

Red hair went flying and she violently shook her head, "No I just don't like small spaces that's all."

Randy chuckled and put a comforting arm around her, "Same thing, but it's ok I'm here."

Anna tried to forget for a moment that Kelly was probably upstairs waiting for Randy, sprawled across the bed in some sexy little number, so that she could just accept the reassuring arm around her. Letting out a heavy sigh her head fell onto his shoulder, and his face broke into another wide smile before laying his head on top of hers.

"I like your outfit." He commented, breaking the silence that had been filling the air.

She managed to laugh, "I found it in my suitcase."

He turned to her, "Savannah this is so juvenile and stupid, I just can't bite my tongue any longer, I know you're using Ted to make me angry."

"Was," She corrected, "I was using Ted…I just sent him packing."

"What made you change your mind?" Randy questioned, taking her hand.

Savannah considered telling him, but then she saw the blondes face in her mind, "It doesn't matter now, you have Kelly." She said, pulling back from his touch.

"Savannah your not serious? You know that I was only doing the same thing to you that you were doing to me; I never laid a hand on the girl. I just wanted you to be jealous like I was, I needed to convince you that no matter what happens I'm not going back to Sam, not now, not ever…I love you Savannah, only you."

Smiling she looked up at him, "I love you too."

Randy was in complete shock, he couldn't have heard what he thought he heard, "What did you say?"

"I said I love you too." She repeated, "I didn't want to admit it, but I think I've been in love with you all along. And I promise I'll explain why I felt the need to fight it later, but right now I don't want to talk…will you just kiss me? That is if you forgive me."

He didn't need to verbally answer her, because his lips on her own was enough proof that he was ready to forget all that and move on. "God I've missed you," She moaned, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"Me to." He said between kisses, pulling her into his lap. "And can I just add that you look sexy as hell in my shirt."

Savannah raised a perfectly arched brow at him, "You think so huh?" She said undoing it slowly, "Well there's nothing underneath this little button down of yours, so I say we make the best of this little situation we're in, what do you say?"

Pulling the cotton down over her shoulders he began to nip and suck at her neck and collarbone causing her to roll her head back in delight…how she had missed his touch. "I say that sounds like a plan."

It didn't matter how or why she had come to the conclusion she did, all that mattered was that he was finally getting what he wanted, Savannah…totally and completely, heart and mind, body and soul. She was his and he was hers, exactly how he wanted it. It didn't even matter why she had even gotten on the elevator half naked in the first place…he would get all the answers he needed later. Right now he just wanted to make love to the woman in his arms and dwell in the fact that she loved him like he loved her.

-Fin-