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Chapter Five – The Dirty Whore and the Princess
Charlie lay in her bed awake but with eyes unopened, reaching out and finding an empty space beside her. She brought her arms up and wrapped them across her face. I feel like a dirty whore and Randy has proven me right. She had hoped Randy wouldn't be like a typical single guy and leave her in the morning, but he has done just that. Perfect, just fuckin perfect. As she lay there calling herself names she heard the doorbell. The visitor wasn't giving up and soon Charlie wondered if it was Randy. She slowly got up and found something appropriate to wear to the door, since she was still naked.
A delivery man held a white box and had her sign for it. She put down the box on her entry table and opened the small card. A silly smile lit her entire face.
I'll be back at lunch. You're mine all day and all night.
-R
She opened the box and found the most exquisite oriental lilies she'd ever seen, and the smell was divine. She found a vase and placed them carefully inside. "I know the perfect spot for these." She said to herself and put the vase exactly where she sat the night before. Her doorbell rang again and she ran down to get it. Another delivery man with another long white box. She signed her name for the second time and ripped at the card.
You look beautiful.
-R
"I hope he's not a stalker." She smiled to herself and opened the new box, Sumatra lilies this time. The vibrant burgundy hues would compliment the white of the orientals. She got another vase and divided up the two groups placing one on her coffee table and one back on her dresser. She crawled back into bed and stared at the vase and the dresser as her mind replayed last night's events. She was so disgusted with herself and her behavior this past week but too late now to take it back. All she could do was dust herself off, hold her head high and call a do over.
Another doorbell ring and another delivery. This time it was groceries. Odd, but okay. No card this time and she found nothing in the bags she ever ate nor had eaten in her life. She put everything away and went back to bed. She felt someone behind her wrapping her up tightly in his embrace. Charlie didn't even hear him come in so she must have fallen asleep. Randy kissed her bare shoulder and neck and let one hand rest on her tummy. She was so embarrassed about last night she didn't dare turn around.
"Hiya." He whispered softly and she shivered at the feel of his lips on her ear. She smiled and snuggled into him.
"Hiya back." She said quietly in return and they both stared at the flowers. Randy too thought of last night and had to smile to himself. Not in a million years had he intended to be that intimate with her last night but he didn't regret a thing.
"Nice flowers." He said into her hair.
"Thanks, some crazy guy sent them to me. He even had groceries delivered." She said rolling to her back. Randy leaned forward a little partially covering her.
"Maybe the crazy guy was looking for something to eat last night and got nothing but empty cabinets and an empty stomach." He smiled down at her and was once again captivated by her eyes. Charlie had to laugh at his comment and she knew her house was devoid of food. Randy ran his fingertips over her face, loving the feel of her once again beneath him. He lowered his head to kiss her and moaned when their lips connected.
"Hungry?" He asked her regretfully breaking the kiss. Charlie couldn't help the smile but Randy could tell something was going on in that beautiful head of hers. "What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "Nothing." She wouldn't make eye contact but she did stroke his face, she needed to touch him to make sure he was really here.
"Don't lie. I know something's bothering you so tell me." He held her head so she had to look at him.
"Just thinking about last night." She tried to use her voice but it came out as a whisper.
"Do you regret it?" He sat up a little and was afraid to hear the answer.
"Honestly, it's not regret, more like humiliation." She wanted to tell him she thought she was a dirty whore who should be banished to a life of solitude.
"Why?" He hoped it wasn't him. He hoped she wasn't embarrassed by him. Sam was throughout their whole relationship. That was another story for another day.
Should she tell him the truth? Sure why not. "I feel like a whore."
He stared at her for a few seconds before laughing a cute little laugh. "You are not even close to a whore."
"I allowed things to happen after only knowing you a week!" Her voice was getting a little louder as her humiliation took over. Charlie tried to get up but he kept her lying down.
"Charlie, I've seen male and female whores and you are certainly not one." He didn't even think she was easy.
"Fine, I'm a slut." She said trying to convince someone, anyone.
"No. Not even a slut." He smirked at her.
"Randy, I need to justify my actions somehow so will you please let me degrade myself for five minutes?" Charlie tried to reason with him but he only laughed again.
"Charlotte, you're not a whore, you're not a slut, you're not a tramp or a trollop. Hell, you're not even easy. Look how much time we've spent together the past 10 days and calculate that into actual dates. If we spend roughly 3-4 hours on a date and you and I have spent 14 hours a day together for 10 days…okay, you get the point." He kissed her again to keep her from arguing and slid his tongue into her mouth. She couldn't contain it and had to respond.
Charlie suddenly pushed him back and rolled off the bed. "Ugh, dirty whore!" She paced her bedroom. "And look how I'm dressed! I disgust myself." She collapsed on the bed only to jump up again when she felt him move to her.
Randy stood too trying his best to not laugh. "I happen to think you look incredibly sexy right now. Your baby tee, pajama bottoms…Victoria Secret?" Charlie nodded. "Thought so. I think you're great and honestly the best thing that's walked into my life in probably 10 years." He held her tightly to him and continued. "If you were a whore or a slut or whatever else you can come up with we would have fucked 9-10 days ago and twice on Sunday."
"You just want me naked again." She said as she rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. This body will be the death of me.
"Actually I do want you naked and right now, but to prove to you I have nothing but respect and admiration for you, I will control myself until I return. However, after four weeks if you'll still have me, the game is on." Randy kissed her firmly to seal the deal. "I'll only ask one more time, are you hungry?" Charlie's response this time was grabbing his head and tasting his tongue. She loved his mouth and could kiss him all day, that and he always tasted good. "Good god woman, stop it."
Randy and Charlie spent the day lounging around her home and watching old movies. He loved spending time with her and they didn't even have to talk. It was like they were long time friends and being with eachother was natural and comfortable. They lay under a blanket on her couch cuddling and just enjoying one another. They drifted off to sleep in the late afternoon and Randy woke when her doorbell rang. He went down to answer it only to find four guys standing in her entry, one pulling keys from the lock.
He grabbed a baseball bat from her umbrella stand and confronted them. "Who in the fuck are you?"
The four men stood there shocked. "Holy shit you're Randy Orton!" The youngest looking one stepped forward to shake his hand only to have Randy stop him with the end of the bat.
"Let's try again. Who in the fuck are you?" He wasn't sure if he should panic or actually shake the guy's hand.
"Shit man, I'm sorry. Wait, where's Charlie? Where's my sister?" All four guys pushed past him and ran up the steps calling for her. Randy let his head fall back and he looked at the ceiling. Nice way to meet the family. He replaced the bat and went back upstairs. He found Charlie wrapped in the blanket and quizzing her brothers. Randy stood behind her unsure what to do, he had warm up shorts on with no shirt and Charlie was still in her pajamas.
When Charlie stopped yelling at her brothers for barging in, they introduced themselves to Randy. "Sorry about the bat." He said shaking their hands.
"No apologies needed, you were defending our sister and her home, that's an excellent start in our books. I'm Alex, that's Bryan, David and Eric." Everyone sat down and the brothers thought now would be a good time to tell Randy all about Charlie and her childhood. She left the room and grabbed Randy's shirt rolling her eyes as she went.
"Randyfuckin Orton, I can't believe it. In my baby sister's house of all things." They all laughed at Eric and they began grilling Randy about life in the WWE. Charlie cut them off not knowing how comfortable Randy would be talking about it.
"How long are you four staying and why are you here anyway?" She stood with her arms crossed looking at all of them as if silently saying 'get out'. Her brothers stood and shook Randy's hand again and bid their goodnights. When she locked the door behind them she slowly climbed the stairs and drug herself to the couch. "They're like a freakin tornado. I hate when they barge in." Randy smiled at her and pulled her into his lap. He silenced her with another deep, sensual kiss. How much more of this sweet torture could they withstand before somebody cracked?
Charlie and Randy decided to go out for dinner and passed through the bar on their way. All eyes were on the incredible looking couple as they made their way to the opposite end where the bar was. Her brothers were there and Randy went over to talk to them again while Charlie spoke to the manager. Several patrons approached Randy and asked for autographs and a few pictures, but none asked why they hadn't seen him on tv and had seen him in the bar all the time. Charlie watched him and his interaction with his fans. He was courteous and patient and shook everyone's hand. He stole glances to see where she was and what she was doing and when they made eye contact he winked at her.
Charlie's brothers noticed the interaction and weren't sure if they should be happy for her or shroud her in seclusion. She had to grow up sometime, but did they really want their baby sister dating someone with the reputation of a womanizer? He had a player image and who knew if that was real or fake. They decided to trust their sister and let her figure things out. He was friendly when he didn't have to be and he did come over to them to talk, that counts for something right?
They arrived back at Charlie's after an intimate dinner and she passed through the bar while Randy used her front entrance. He had his bags for the trip with him and they didn't want anyone knowing their personal business. To the group in the bar, it looked as if Charlie came back alone. She looked around and saw the same crowd, same reactions. Her brothers even hung around to see what time she came back. She kissed them goodnight and checked with her manager who said things were their usual, good business and a calm night.
She went through the hallway to her home and jogged up the steps. She found Randy sitting in a chair and staring at the tv, which was off. She stood there watching him and knowing what he was thinking, she felt the same way. Charlie would miss him terribly, but there was nothing she could do to change his immediate future. All she could do was hope he'd return to her. They barely spoke of it yesterday and hadn't brought it up since. She wanted to ask him but thought better of it.
Randy looked over to her and felt his heart ache. He would be crushed tomorrow at the airport leaving her here and living at the facility in Atlanta for four weeks. She crossed the room and held her hand out to him. He took it and stood following her to the bedroom. "What time is your flight again?"
"1145." They had exactly 12 hours and two of those were already gone because he had to be at the airport by a certain time. More hours were gone for sleep, but right now neither thought about sleep. Neither thought of sex or intimacy; they both wondered what would happen during and after the four weeks.
Charlie and Randy changed into their sleepwear and crawled into bed. He held her for a long time rubbing her back and she made invisible circles on his chest and abs. She listened to his heartbeat and he breathed in the scent of her hair.
They spent the remainder of the evening and early hours kissing and cuddling. They maintained control of their physical desires and fed their emotional and mental needs. No words were spoken for another night and they simply held onto eachother. Morning would be here sooner than they liked and neither wanted to sleep. She would drive him and walk him as far as she could never wanting to say goodbye. A song played on the stereo and made them both shudder.
We'll do it all, everything on our own
We don't need anything or anyone
If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say how I feel
Those three words are said too much, they're not enough
If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads
I need your grace to remind me to find my own
If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told, before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am, all that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where, confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Charlie felt tears welling up in her eyes and before she could stop them Randy wiped them away with his kisses. "Me too, Princess, me too."
Song courtesy of Snow Patrol