Psssh. It's been a long ass while since I've updated this story. My bad. lol. I just seriously had no complete idea of where I wanted to take this story. I somewhat do now, so I'll be updating it more often again.

Anywho, hope you all enjoy!

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Rose just stared at the breakfast in front of her. No one had yet even attempted to start a morning conversation. Randy and Dave sat on either side of Rose. To say that it was awkward, would very well be considered an understatement. Rose sighed as she picked at her food. Clearly wanting to escape the situation, the woman scooted her chair back and stood. Not acknowledging any of the men at the table, Rose left her plate by the sink and retreated back to her room. She'd clearly underestimated the deep shit hole she'd gotten herself into. Slipping inside into the still unmade bedroom, Rose let her robe fall to the floor. She knew a bath wouldn't help the current situation, but it would just have to do for now, until she at least figured something out. Anything.

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John and Paul stared on quietly as the other two men stared each other down. If looks were to kill, both would've been clearly gone and dead by now. Paul cleared his throat. "So?"

"Yeah. We got any plans going for today?" John added when the silence stood.

Dave and Randy slowly averted their eyes away from each other as they looked at John and Paul. "Whatever you guys want to do, is good with me." Randy finally answered as he sat back coolly in his chair.

"Same here." Dave conceded.

Paul rolled his eyes at the situation. "Seriously, are you two going to talk about whatever the hell is going on or are you just going to sit there and pout at each other?"

Randy simply shrugged. "I have nothing to talk about. Dave?" He said straying his eyes over back to the big man. "No problem here right?"

Dave slowly shook his head. "No problem at all."

John stood from his chair now. "Fucking great. We have, what like a couple of more weeks here and these two have managed to screw themselves over for the same woman. If you guys don't get this straightened out, I'll fucking talk to Rose myself." John lectured before he left the kitchen, leaving the other three men to stare on.

"Agreed." Was all Paul said before he followed the other male out.

Dave and Randy both had their eyes down. "I eyed her first." Randy mumbled.

"I fucked her first." Dave mumbled back.

Randy wore a smirk as he looked up again. "I fucked her last."

The sound of a woman clearing her throat had both men turning their heads towards the entrance way. "So, is this all it is? A fucking competition." She folded her arms across her chest and stared.

Dave and Randy both held their jaw open, but nothing close to words came out. "It's not what you think Rose." Dave finally spoke as he stood. She held out her hand when he made an attempt to step toward her.

"I don't think so." She shook her head. "I cannot believe I fell for both of your acts." The tears threatened, but she didn't let them spill. With one last look at the two men, Rose turned heel and ran out of the house.

Dave turned back toward Randy. "I should fucking kill you right now."

Randy flicked an amused eyebrow. "Me? You're more stupid than I thought." Dave glared. "The woman was in love with you a long ass time ago, but you did nothing about it. I was just the one who was gladly there to comfort her." Dave's expression turned into a solemn one. "If anyone's the asshole, it's you." With that, Randy followed the woman out of the house in attempt to catch up with her.

Dave was left standing there in silence. What the hell was going on?

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Rose saw the male running towards the car. She made an attempt to drive off, but he'd already hopped into the passenger seat. "Get the fuck out of my car." She ordered through the dark sunglasses.

Randy made no attempt to move. "Rose, I am really sorry for what you heard in there."

"Sorry? Really?"

"Rose, come on. Dave and I were just in the middle of an argument and things got out of hand."

Rose licked her lips as she sat back in her seat. "I'm not just a fucking piece of ass Orton. You got that?"

Randy nodded. "I never once thought that Rose." Rose made an attempt to respond but he cut her off. "Look, I know how you feel about Dave." The woman turned her head. "That still doesn't change the fact of how I feel about you."

"Randy…" She started when she caught sight of the other male exiting the house. The memory of catching him with Rebecca flooded back into her mind for some reason. Why did he have to make everything so confusing and hard for her? She shook her head as she started the car. Only two more weeks and they'd be gone out of her life. Things could go back to normal. She needed normal. No more complicated. "You coming or going?" She questioned the male with a cold tone.

"Just try and force me out of this car." Randy stated as he reached over to pull down her shades to rest on the bridge of her nose. She cursed him for making her stare into those icy blues' of his. She sighed. No sane woman would ever be able to say no after one look from him.

Rose just slipped her sunglasses back on. "Don't expect me to be good company."

Randy smiled knowing she'd soften toward him a little. She saw it too and frowned.

Two more weeks.

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