I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.

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Chapter Nine – You and Me, Road Trip

The phone rang nice and early Saturday waking her from a deep sleep. Somehow she's the only one who heard it because the heavy body draped across her wasn't budging to answer it. She did her best to get to it and stop the cruelly loud phone. Not only was Charlie stunned but so was the caller. "Hello?"

"Sam? Are you with Randy?" She knew that voice, his mother. What could she possibly want and why did she think she was Sam? She shoved Randy hard so he woke up and she got in his face as she responded.

"No Mrs. Orton, this isn't Sam. It's Charlie." Randy was completely awake now and the look on his face was one of utter disbelief. She could hear his Mom relaying to someone that she wasn't talking to Sam but that girl who worked at a bar in the city.

He whispered to her, "What the fuck does she want and why does she think you're Sam?" Charlie shrugged and shook her head.

"Charlie, be a dear and go knock on Randy's door, I need to speak with Sam." Again she heard his mom talk to someone else that she must have gotten the wrong room. She put her on hold and told Randy what his Mom just said. This is so not happening she thought as she got out of bed beyond pissed off. She tried not to listen to Randy but she couldn't help it since he was shouting. This is so not happening, this is so not happening. Just keep telling yourself that and maybe this day will start over. I'm leaving, this is bullshit. Sam? Here? Why in the fuck would she think Sam was coming here? Why would Sam be coming here? Holy shit I'm the mistress, he's still fucking married! How could I be so stupid? Charlie packed her bags as quickly as she could and it took Randy a minute to realize what she was doing. He held her hand and made her look at him.

"Mom, I am not with Sam. We've already filed for an annulment and she's engaged to someone else. Let this go." His eyes pleaded with her to believe him and Charlie's eyes betrayed her. The tears came out of nowhere and began streaming down her face. "This is the last time we're having this conversation. From now on if you bring up Sam I will hang up on you. Goodbye Mother." He hung up and pulled Charlie to him. He held her tight and reached for his cell. She may not be in his speed dial anymore but he knew the number.

Sam told Randy she was in Atlanta also, but with her fiancé. Her own mother had just tried that same stunt. She apologized for even being in the same city and causing this melee. Sam had no idea Randy had her on speakerphone so Charlie could hear everything for herself. "Oh and Randy, I hear there's a new girl. Be nice to her, be straight with her. Quit being a pompous dickhead. Good luck to you." Sam hung up with those as the last words she'd say to Randy.

Charlie pulled away from Randy and turned her back to him. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears before turning around. She had to put her hand in front of her mouth to hide the smile that was quickly surfacing. He was standing in front of her completely naked from the night before and in his usual cocky as hell stance. Head tilted back and to the side, smirk on his face, arms spread out on either side of him as if he were saying, "Just look at me, you know you want it." She turned back around quickly and walked out of the bedroom, he would not see her smile, and she was too upset to give up this fast.

Randy's cell phone rang and it was his father. Charlie listened as he apologized for his mother's behavior. He admitted he liked Charlie even though he barely met her but he would support whomever Randy chose. He shot Charlie a look. They've met? When did this happen? "You know her?" She cringed as his dad explained about their trip to the city that day and what his mother had said to her. The look on Randy's face as his dad explained everything made tears spring to her eyes again, this time she couldn't fight them and they fell down her cheeks. She looked out the patio door from the sitting room wondering if they'd ever accept her.

Did it matter if his mom was still dead set on Randy being with his soon to be ex-wife? "I love her, dad." She heard him say and he told him everything about Sam, the things he never told anyone but her. He didn't want to talk about Sam behind her back; that was between him and her. His dad respected that and wished them luck. He hoped when they returned he could meet Charlie again. He said his goodbyes and stood there looking at her. She sat there and took it from my mother, she still showed her respect, and she showed me respect. He crossed the room to her and wrapped her up in a hug. "Thank you."

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom placing her gently on the bed. He laid on her kissing her neck and shoulders, hugging her. No matter how much she wanted more of him she couldn't. She physically could not fuck him, make love, have sex, whichever scenario; her body was in a great deal of pain from the previous night's antics. She wasn't complaining though, it was worth it. Charlie stroked his back and head as he lay there holding her tight with his head on her chest. In less than 24 hours she'd had more orgasms than she thought a human could have and she'd made love to Randy once when they got here, once in the rain, oh wait twice in the rain can't forget the balcony, definitely can't forget the balcony. The bathtub when they'd returned, the floor in the sitting room, the bed …Randy watched her concentrate on something and counting on her fingers.

"Don't forget the pool." He smiled as she burst out laughing. He knew he couldn't possibly make love to her again, oh he wanted too, everyday and every hour for that matter, but his body would go into shock with any more adrenalin coursing through him. He propped his head up on an elbow and looked at her. He knew she was thinking about what had happened with his mom, but he didn't want to talk about it. They'd resolve this when they got back to St Louis. They also had a lot more to talk about, particularly his return in two weeks. Right now and for the next five days he just wanted nothing but her. He loved just being with her. The times they spent in her house just hanging out and talking, watching movies, sitting silently listening to music were some of the most relaxed and enjoyable times he's had in as long as he can remember.

He could truly relax with her; he never felt like he had to be someone else to please her, he could be Randy. If she called him on his crap, he didn't feel the need to do the complete opposite. He listened to her and valued her thoughts. She never judged him and his actions; she just supported him and let him know things would work out in the end. She could calm him down in a fit of rage, she could make him smile when he felt his world crashing and best of all she could make him feel important just by looking at him. Charlie was his lifeline, his sanity, his air. He looked at his actions with a different perspective now and he saw what he'd done was stupid. He could have saved himself 20 thousand dollars in fees and other expenses if he'd just spent that time with Charlie.

Talking to the therapist and listening to those freaks in group was counterproductive to him and just pissed him off. She laughed when he told her the anger management classes were making him angry. She had a way of making him see things from another point of view without degrading him. She brought light to issues he had without bitching or lecturing. She listened to him and that's what he needed most. He had to get out all his emotions about the backstage politics and favoritism without someone drowning in the 'idea' of the WWE. She saw another side to the life Randy had chosen, the cruel and vicious side. Now she understood the reasons some turned to drugs and alcohol, it's a brutal lifestyle and can take its toll on the human spirit. At young ages these men and women are thrust into an international spotlight and expected to physically and mentally handle the challenges it brought.

The rigorous show schedule and constant travel made it hard to maintain trusting relationships with others who may not understand the pressures. Charlie certainly didn't understand the inner workings of the WWE but she did know all about constant travel and international exposure at a young age. Some of her ex-coworkers fell victim to the high of sudden wealth and had squandered it away on drugs or material things. Some of those girls were now dead or in rehab. All Randy had admitted was smoking pot, she did believe him and she agreed it was less harmful than alcohol or other drugs. Has anyone ever heard of someone getting stoned and going on a killing spree? Beating his girlfriend or wife? Driving and killing someone? Drowning in their own vomit? Never happened because the only thing negative about smoking a joint every now and again was the munchies.

At least that's what she thought and deep inside she knew she was a minority about that issue. She did however think Randy should have used more discretion when choosing his location. She wasn't an illegal substance user but everyone has their own ideals on what's right and wrong, what's appropriate and when. She'd seen the negative effects of the harsher drugs up close and knew she never wanted to be in that state of mind. Charlie looked down at Randy and knew he'd fallen back to sleep. Fucker. Now her problem was getting him off her so they could get under the covers and go back to dreamland. Maybe this time she could have a nice one instead of the one she'd had when the phone rang.

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"What the fuck? Can't I fucking sleep?" Randy huffed and puffed to the hotel door where the concierge's assistant was knocking and not giving up. She informed him of his plans in a few hours and all arrangements had been made for his evening before and after the benefit. He walked sluggishly back to the bedroom and stopped when his eyes fell on her. She was on her back with one arm on the pillow and the back of her hand against her cheek. The sheet was placed strategically and seductively across her more feminine regions but exposed her amazing body. Her taught tummy, long athletic legs, delicate hips; his dick was getting hard again and the sudden rush of blood made him woozy. "Shower, cold." He said to himself and proceeded to the bathroom.

Charlie woke up when she heard Randy fumbling around in the bathroom. He was dropping everything and cursing. Did he turn on the fucking lights? Shit. She climbed out of bed to make sure he was okay and tiptoed to the bathroom when she heard him cursing more. She stifled a few giggles and could imagine what he was doing on the other side of the door. Her full bottle of shampoo just fell and landed on his foot, that's going to hurt. She tapped on the door and before she could reach for the handle and open it, he swung it open. "Aaww, are you okay?" She giggled as she asked.

Randy grabbed her hands and pulled her in the bathroom and into his arms. Somebody's having a rough start this morning. He leaned his lower body against the counter and let his upper body relax against her. He laid his head on her shoulder as if he was five years old and she giggled more. Charlie couldn't help but rock him back and forth to sooth whatever ailed him. She pulled back and took his face in her hands but his forehead fell against hers. "Are you okay?" His lips met hers in a series of tiny kisses, his body wanted to deepen the kiss but he couldn't. He was having a hard enough time keeping his dick down just holding her naked body against his. They needed a day of rest.

He broke from her and started the shower, pulling her in with him. They lingered in there and just held eachother, kissing and enjoying the other. The silence was nice; physically being near one another was soothing and reassuring. They washed and rinsed their own bodies, both afraid to touch the other because they knew it would lead to more. He had wanted to romance her the first time they made love but that was shot to hell so he vowed to do just that tonight. He sat on the seat in the shower and watched her. Charlie's head was back, eyes closed and she was stretched out to rinse her hair. Randy couldn't resist letting his fingertips run along her tummy muscles. Her body flinched from his touch and he looked at her, she was smiling. So she's ticklish here, he ran his fingertips over her again and this time she laughed. He would do anything to hear that laugh every minute.

Her hands grabbed his to keep him from tickling her and they both locked eyes. They could light a small city from the power passing through them. "I love you, Charlotte." He whispered and she smiled. She slowly leaned forward to kiss him and the anticipation was just enough to make the blood rush down. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her against him as he slid his tongue in her mouth. A high pitched squeal escaped her and she fought as hard as she could to resist. To quote her Star Trek loving brothers, resistance is futile, futile was right. Her brain lost rational thought and she held his face as she kissed him back, her tongue controlling his.

Randy groaned this time and forced her to sit in his lap. He ran his hands over her tummy and back, if he could keep them in these innocent locations he'd be fine. Right? Maybe? He had control of his hands but his mouth was on her neck and bare shoulders, his chest pushed into hers to get her to lean back. The heat was swiftly moving to her center as his tongue and teeth played with her breasts, exactly what she didn't want, but she did. His kisses were so electric, sending currents through her driving her insane. Shit. They both had the same thoughts in their heads to gain control and stop this before they both lost consciousness from lack of blood in the brain.

Randy's phone rang scaring them both. Fucking John. Cena's theme song rang out in the bathroom bringing them both back to earth. "This better be fucking good, asshole." Randy said as he continued his kisses to her neck. After about 30 seconds Randy hung up the phone. "John's in Atlanta, he wants to meet up." Charlie grabbed his head and looked at him. He just shrugged as if to say it was okay with him if it was okay with her. It would give their bodies a chance to recover with another person hanging out with them. "Actually it's John and his girlfriend." His tongue snaked out and licked her bottom lip.

"He has a girlfriend?" She asked pulling back from him and standing to get out of the shower.

"Yeah, not many people know about it but they've been together for about a year." He asked grabbing a towel for himself. Charlie watched him as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He didn't even dry off, the water droplets just ran down his chest daring her to lick them. He ran his hands through his hair causing more water to run down his chest. Oh good lord. She'd said it before and she was saying it again. His body would be the death of her. She watched him brush his teeth again, the way his muscles moved, his arms as he ran gel through his hair, shit. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. He knew exactly what she was thinking when she ran her tongue along her lips. "Baby girl." He stopped and looked at her snapping her from her fantasies. "You need to leave before I make love to you on this counter."

"Who's his girlfriend?" She called from the bedroom.

"Maria." He answered walking back into the room. Now it was his turn to watch her. The matching bra and panties were screaming at him to touch her. Begging and pleading with him to run his hands along the lace. Charlie looked at him stunned. "She's a lot smarter than the idiot she plays on the show. She's a lot of fun actually and great with John." Charlie nodded and grabbed an outfit for the day. She was about to ask what they were doing when there was a knock on the door. Randy went to get it and she heard John and Maria come in and saying how good he looked.

She finished dressing and walked out to meet Randy's friends. John's jaw dropped and Maria's hands flew to her face. She hit Randy's arm and ran to Charlie hugging her tight. John and Randy looked at eachother questioningly and wondered why Maria was acting like she was meeting a Hollywood celebrity. She was shaking Charlie's hand and giggling, "It's so nice to meet you, I'm a huge fan!"