Chapter 3 , im rather enjoying this fic among my battle to find a grad dress. Feed back on the story please? Review come on you know u want to.

My head pounded as I put on my big Gucci sunglasses. Hangovers were a bitch but I needed to look cute doing so. I popped an aspirin and headed out the door for my hangover medicine…a latté.

Oh my way to Starbucks (around every corner in the good old U.S. of A.) I admired my self in the shop windows. Shops I might ad full of things I couldn't buy. I glanced at my reflection; thank god I was naturally blessed with good looks because that would be something else I'd have to con a man into buying for me. I had an exotic face, full lips, and dark eyes to compliment my jet-black hair. Which sadly wasn't my natural color but blonde seemed too innocent or too sluttish, either or. I re-applied my Revlon number 47 lipstick and was on my merry way.

Starbucks was calling me like a fat kid to a bakery or a cheep whore to a crack house; I tapped my foot impatiently at the back of the line. I fought my way tooth and nail to the front through secretary's and cute businessmen trying to get my number. But today was not a time for men it was a time for coffee. When I finally did get served a thought occurred how was I going to pay for this? I reached into my purse and found my platinum card still there, I breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to the pimply boy behind the counter.

"Mame?"

"Ya." I answered.

"Your card was declined."

"Declined!" I screamed before covering my mouth praying no one heard me say the c word. I pinched myself; nope this wasn't a horrible nightmare.

"Mame if you can't pay you'll have to leave."

I thought about handing him my other cards but I already new they would be rejected. Vince had no doubt cancelled them all.

"I've got it covered." A man's voice said.

Great. How fucking embarrassing was this? Some random man had to pay for my coffee he'll probly expect me to go out with him or something.

I turned to see not some stranger but Randy there holding out his card. I grabbed my drink and huffed off to a table.

"That's no way to say thank you." He said sitting across from me.

"Forgive me if I'm not in the thanking mood."

"I thought you'd be cheered up after last night." He said raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck you."

"You already did that…more then a few times to I might add." He told me smiling. "Come on let's get out of here"

I thought by the way he was talking I was going to get to fuck but no he wanted to take me on some stupid walk through the lower east side.

"I hate Manhattan." I said kicking a cup on the ground.

"I think I do to." He said. "That's why I brought you out here I've been thinking."

"That's never good. You didn't hurt yourself did you?"

"Very funny. But no seriously Mia I've got a plan."

"I'm listening."

"Move to Orlando with me."

"Orlando?"

"Ya there's another wrestling company out there and since I'm officially out of my job as of 7:13 this morning I figure why not go out there and be the star."

"Your crazy."

"No I'm not I'd be the biggest name they'd ever seen and if I lay my cards right could carry this company."

"Cocky much?"

I stopped and retraced my steps to the tiny magazine stand we had just passed. It was one of those little jobbies that sold smokes lotto tickets and newspapers. Something caught my eye and I just had to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me. They weren't.

I picked up the magazine and there he was, Vince McMahon on the cover of muscle and fitness. I broke down in tears sobbing loudly.

"You don't actually miss him do you?" Randy asked surprised that I was breaking down in public like this.

"Think of how much money he's making off this." I wined before looked up "I'll do it."

"What?"

"Lets head to Florida, its not like I have anything left here anyway." I promised myself that bigger and better things would be waiting for my in the sunny state. Maybe I could bag a rich retired guy but there was defiantly nothing left in New York for me.