December came quick for me. To say every time I would look at Randy and think he recognize my guilt, he didn't. I was able to keep the affair with Ted, John, and Adam under wraps for about 2 months. Everything was good in the world for me. I had the had the husband of my dreams, with the perfect life with the cutest little daughter, and then I had the 2 lovers of my dreams. I would only talk to Adam but it went to nothing further than that. We had no sex through the course of our "relationship", not if you count my drunken incident on my birthday. I've been up with Randy since 6:00 A.M. getting the house ready for Christmas festivities and a big Christmas dinner that both my parents, along with Randy's parents would be attending. "Kendra, sweetheart, go downstairs and see what Santa brought you this year," Randy told her, scooping her into his arms and bringing her downstairs. Her face beamed with excitement as she pushed him off her and rushed towards the Christmas tree, ripping the gift wrapping paper off each present, exposing some new, extravagant barbie doll with a matching house and car, and more things 5 year old girls desire for Christmas. Randy had a huge smile plastered on his face as he had his arm wrapped around me as he watched her have the one of the best chrismas' she had.

"Merry christmas, baby," We both said to Kendra as Randy placed a kiss on her head.


About 1 hour later, I was in the kitchen preparing the big feast for everyone. I would take glances over at Kendra and she would have the biggest smile on her face, going from one toy to the other, while watching the Christmas specials on the TV. I looked over my shoulder and I didn't see Randy. Odd, I thought in my head. A turned the stove off for a brief moment and headed upstairs. What I heard made me feel an emotion of confusion and awkwardness.

I heard the sound of moaning and the name, Ted, being screamed at the top of someone's lungs.

I walked into our bedroom to notice Randy, sitting on the bed, staring at the TV with a deep look of thought on his face. I stood in the doorway and listended to the screen. "Baby...are you watching porn?" I asked him, while raising an eyebrow and folding my arms. He shook his head no. "I was bored, I was looking through Ted's gym bag and I found a tape," He shook his head before adding, "He's so stupid, why would you carry a sex tape of yourself in a gym bag?" He said rolling his eyes and laying down. I sat down next to him and I gasped. The blind folded woman in the tape was me. You couldn't make my face out, most of my hair was covering my face, and I remember the sex was too good for me to even bother and move the strands of hair out of my face. "I mean does Ted fuck any girl he can find? That chick better hope someone important doesn't see this," Randy said before walking up to the TV and stopping the tape and flopping back on the king size bed. I sighed and nodded, pretending to agree with his words. I could almost feel tears roll down my face.

"Yeah," I said silently. "Who does bullshit like that? God, whoever she is, she's a total slut,"


"Dana Marie Henderson! You come down to this house and pick your daughter up this instant!"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. Thank god all the screaming wasn't in a conversation over the phone, and simply on my voice-mail. I stopped going through my voice-mails and turned my blackberry off and threw it on the floor. The voice was my mother, Alexandra Jones-Henderson. I could almost see the angry features sooth into her face. I dragged myself out of the bed and sighed. The house was empty, I was the only human being who occupied it. Currently, Randy was in Milwaukee, wrestling at RAW. My father, Gerald, decided it would be best if Kendra spent some time with the grandparents, or as Kendra like to call them, "Grand-mommy and Grand-pop" I got dressed and walked out and jumped in the Mercedes and drove off to Shadyside Springs, the famous estate my parents lived in. As I was driving, I could feel the car slow down and I gasped. As soon as it stopped completely, I grew mad. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I said to myself, while hitting the steering wheel. I got out the car and kicked the tire, letting my heels bounce off the inflated wheel. "Fuck!" I mumbled. I folded my arms and continued to have an angry look on my face until I smiled. I was throwing a tantrum, just the way Randy threw tantrums. Kicking or hitting whatever made me upset, then saying or yelling the word, "Fuck." Yep, a typical Randy Orton tantrum.

About 30 minutes later, a man helped me refuel my car and I gave him an innocent smile. "You know, you shouldn't drive without making sure you have a full tank," He said giving me a goofy smile and shrugging. He looked so familiar, tall, nice eyes, smile that would make any female giggle, actually some very nice style. "I guess I shouldn't," I said with a smile. "Have we met, you look so familiar," He gasped and shook his head. "Damn, Dana you forgot me already? I'm takin' it since your man's in WWE, your not a TNA watcher?" He said with a smirk before tapping his fingers on the hood of my car. I shook my head no. "MCMG? Me and Alex Shelly?" He sighed when he realized I still didn't recognize him. "Its me, Chris. Chris Sabin," I thought for a moment and it clicked. "Chris...CHRIS!" I smiled big and gave him a hug. "I'm glad to see you still remember me," He said with a smile. "So, you lucky I was out here or your ass would have been stranded," He said still giving me a goofy smile. One of my favorite smiles in the world. "Tell me, how I can repay you," I said smiling and laughing. I was about to turn and leave and get in my car before he grabbed my arm and pressed his lips to mine. "Fuck, I missed kissing you," He whispered after he pulled away. "I know the exact way you can repay me," He said with a devilish grin before pulling me down street, into his home and pressing me against the wall. And kissing me all over again.


3 hours later, Chris managed to fall asleep on his couch. I gave him a kiss on his cheeck and left him a note, telling him how fun it was to see him again and I would be sure to watch the next show of TNA. As I left his house, the sentence I heard scared the living daylights out of me.

"Well, well, Mrs. Orton, what are you doing coming out of Sabin's place?"


This story was formerly titled, Addiction, But this title just crept into my head. This story is now titled, Secrets of A Sex Addict.