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Stacy POV

A week later Stacy walked freely down the hall in Milwaukee's Bradley Center. She was in a good mood, for seven days she hadn't seen, spoke or thought about Randy Orton, well maybe not thought, she was a woman and the guy was gorgeous.

Last week Monday she complained persistently about her head hurting from Maven's kick. Randy grew sick of her and decided not to take her back to the hotel with him, she felt more than proud of herself. Not only did she have seven days of relaxation and peace, but she also had seven days of planning, and did she come up with an ultimate one. It wouldn't be long before she was out of Randy's grasp. She called up her good friend Rob Van Dam and asked him for help. He was more than willing to take the job.

She was so close to being a free woman she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Not even when she heard the cocky whistle behind her. Keeping the smile on her face she turned to him as he easily strode to catch up to her.

He must've just arrived. He was wearing and Evolution shirt tucked into black Adidas sports pants, and matching sneakers. His Adidas bag hung from his shoulder, complete with his six hundred dollar sunglasses, which looked just right with his face.

He seemed to be in a better mood than last week too. "Have a good vacation sweetheart?"

Stacy nodded as she began walking with him. "The best."

"Well glad to hear." He said keeping his head forward. "Because you're never gunna be away from me that long again." His voice was low as he nodded to a group of stage managers.

"Miss me that much?" She teased.

He brushed it off. "It'll be the best for both of us, baby."

"We'll see." Stacy mumbled rolling her eyes.

That's what got Randy to look at her as they turned another corner to his locker room. His eyes behind the dark shades fixed on her. "Guess you're referring to your friend RVD who called me over the weekend." He started.

Stacy could only smile.

Randy chuckled. "So that's your big plan, have one of your good-boy friends fight and try to win you away from me?"

"That's right."

"And you chose RVD?"

"Yup."

Finally they made it to the steel door of his locker room with a little sign hanging from it that read 'Evolution', he didn't go in right away, instead he leaned against the door and faced her. "How many of these guys you gunna stick on me?"

"As many as it takes." Stacy answered confidently. "But I don't think that'll be necessary, Rob is very talented, he'll wipe the mat with you."

Randy smiled. "What makes you think I agreed to the match?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Stacy tested him narrowing her eyes. "You'd be a coward if you didn't."

"That's why I did." He answered. "But not before making a little arrangement of my own, it'll be complete once you agree to it."

Stacy wondered what he meant. "What arrangement?" Her brow arched.

Randy's smile widened. "If I were to win the match instead of your little hero, then you got to give it up to me."

"What? I'm not going to sleep with you, I--"

"And I don't mean just once, I mean every time I want it until the next week, when you stick another one of your boys on me, and if I beat them too, it's starts all over again."

"No way." Stacy's smile was gone at this point; Randy was smiling big enough for the both of them. "I'd be like a sick love slave." Stacy continued.

Randy didn't say anything; he just waited for her answer. Stacy was more than sure she gave it to him. But this means he would win, so she was trapped. Dam, why doesn't she just agree, it may all be over and she'll never have to sleep with him again. She has a lot of faith in RVD. But she wasn't about to go out there with out insurance.

"Fine." She agreed. "But, you cannot touch me at all during the match or matches, no more of your sick ideas that include me helping you win."

Randy barely thought about it before agreeing. Stacy stuck out her hand, but he just laughed.

"That's not how I seal a deal with a woman." He said.

And before she could ask him what he meant, his hands gripped her waist and he pulled her into a rough kiss. Before she knew what was happening his tongue was in her mouth tasting every bit of its moist realm. Stacy closed her eyes and enjoyed the treatment; only to have it short lived. He pulled away almost as quickly as he pulled her in and retreated behind the door of his locker room.

"Why don't you go get ready baby. You can bet I want you out there when I crush your hopes of escaping from me." His voice sounded from the closed door.

Stacy stood panting in the hall all the while repeating to herself, "I want Rob to win, I want Rob to win."

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Randy POV

Okay so this guy isn't so unchallenging, Randy thought as he took another kick, which seemed to have come from nowhere. Sure he had the strength and endurance, but RVD's legs were lethal. This definitely wasn't looking good, but luckily Randy saw his opponent jump from the top rope and rolled away just in time.

For a brief second his eyes met Stacy's before he jumped to his feet. No way was he losing this match.

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Stacy POV

Stacy's lip was throbbing from her constantly biting it. But it did not seem like the match she had in mind. Randy totally retaliated in the ring and Rob was beginning to get knocked around a little too much.

She did not want to go a week waiting at this creep's hand a foot. She had to do something. Without thinking, Stacy jumped on the apron getting the attention of the crowd. Using her all to familiar sex appeal, she began pulling her dress up little by little and swaying her hips side to side. She was wearing one of her lace thongs, which never failed her.

The crowd's response got Randy's attention as he turned to Stacy. She sweetly smiled at him and he grinned as he eyed her exposed cheeks. Stacy was more than willing to let him see it all as long as Rob was getting up, which he was.

Rob staggered to his feet it seemed to take him a while to figure out what was going on, when he realized his opponent was distracted he began charging.

Stacy watched with anticipation breaking her eye contact from Randy for only a brief second, but that's all it took. Randy darted out of the way just before Rob could get him, it must've came as more of a surprise to Rob than it did Stacy because he keep charging, right at her, until in one painful moment Rob's body collided into Stacy knocking her right off the ring apron.

Stacy felt herself falling until she felt the impact of the announce table and then total blackness.

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The lights backstage were bright, way too bright for Stacy's liking. She felt like her eyeballs were growing twice their size.

"You know when I said to use your head in the ring, I didn't mean literally."

Stacy couldn't even roll her eyes at her make-up artist's comment. The pain was overwhelming, instead she just moaned.

"This is your second head injury in 2 weeks, that's not good dear. Not to mention your head is getting very lumpy at I don't think I have anything to make that look good."

"Bella." Stacy finally spoke.

"Yes?"

"Could you please?"

The girl smiled, her brown eyes dropping for a second. "I'm sorry. I better go, Terri's waiting, and if she don't get make-up on that face…" She paused for a second. "Well let's just say it Kane's job to scare to world."

Stacy took a deep breath, savoring the silence. Keeping her head down so the ice pack stayed in place on her head she slowly slipped off the chair.

Maybe she could catch a ride back to the hotel with someone if she hurried. All she wanted was sleep. Walking in the direction Bella went, Stacy screamed when she ran into something hard and warm.

"Going somewhere baby?" The voice snarled.

Stacy put her hands out in front of her as she backed away. "What, you, no, I, Ow." Putting the ice pack back on her head she closed her eyes in mental defeat, she couldn't think now.

Randy smiled from his place. He was leaning against the wall arms crossed over his chest; he looked showered and fresh with Adidas windbreakers on and matching shoes, no shirt, again. Stacy was trying hard not to look at its tanned surface with tattoos lined perfectly, but it seemed looking at his face was even worse.

"How you feeling?" he asked without concern.

"What do you care?" Stacy snapped.

Randy didn't even flinch. "I don't, just curious."

"Well I don't care if I'm begin rude, but you're the last person I want to see right now." She said.

Randy pretended to look hurt. "Well get used to it babe, coz you're stuck with me, well for seven days that is."

Revelations hit Stacy like a truck, she stared at Randy wide-eyed. How could she forget? "You mean…" She unsurely began.

A slow grin appeared on his lips. "That's right. After that little show you put on, you know trying to distract me, by the way great work."

Randy's sarcasm burned Stacy's insides, but she remained still.

He just continued, "You splashed right onto the announce table causing quite a stirrup, you're little friend never saw my RKO coming. Poor guy. By the way he says he's sorry." By the time he finished his mouth was spread into a wide smile.

Stacy felt like she was going to gag. She let the ice pack in her hand hit the floor, her head was numb already.

"I have to go change." Without another sound she moved past Randy and headed to the women's locker room.

Stacy could barely breath as she walked. RVD lost, Stacy was Randy's still. This can't be possible.

Once she made it inside the empty room she realized her head didn't hurt as much, but it didn't matter anymore, she needed another plan, she needed to get out of this arena without Randy knowing.

When she turned to close the door, she wasn't surprised to see him in the doorway. She was used to him showing up at exactly the wrong times.

He had a stern look on his face he wasn't playing around anymore.

"Y-You can't come in here, this is the girl's locker room." She said quietly.

He stepped inside so confidently like he was challenging her, like he wanted her to try to stop him, but she didn't. His eyes remained fixed on her as he swung the door shut behind him.

Stacy's heart sank when she heard the click of the lock. She was so confused now; the emotions sweeping inside her weren't making sense. She wasn't scared or angry or anything. She just felt tired and ready to give into anything. She stood still a few feet away from him, not meeting his watchful gaze.

She knew what he wanted. She knew what he earned.

"I'm tired." Her voice was low.

He didn't make any reply to her comment he only stepped forward and he continued until the gap between them closed.

"I don't…" Stacy was cut off and she immediately forgot what she was going to say.

Randy's head darted forward and his lips caught hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue claimed the inside of her mouth, his hands found her rear as he squeezed and rubbed.

Stacy stood limp, her own shock built when she realized she wasn't fighting. Randy took advantage of this as he tucked his hand behind her thigh and brought her leg up in a salsa kind of stance. This gave him better access to press himself against her. Stacy moaned and pressed her chest toward him.

The leather dress she was forced to wear worked it's way up her hips exposing the flesh of her rear. Randy's free hand immediately went to it.

"You know what you did to me earlier?" He hissed after breaking the kiss.

He was talking about during the match when she flashed him in distraction, she couldn't answer him though her mind was racing, but he wasn't waiting for a reply.

"You knew what I wanted." He whispered, his hand skillfully moving over the thin fabric of her thong. "Well I don't like being teased Stacy."

That was the first time he used her name since they've been together. She finally met his gaze it was dark but gentle at the same time. She was speechless.

"I'm going to teach you, that I always get what I want." He whispered violently in her ear.

Lighting fast he swept her onto her back, she made a hard contact with the floor, but before she could react to the pain he had pulled himself on top of her.

"We can't do this." She breathed. He stared down at her. "Not here."

"What do you want to do then?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.

"I-I…" Stacy couldn't find the words. It was the pressure, of his body on top of hers, of his heavy gaze boring into her. He wasn't going to force her, she knew it just by his actions, they were demanding yet calm.

After another moment of silence passed, Randy slowly let his head fall and Stacy accepted his lips onto hers. She'd give into this temptation, this troubling predicament because she had to. Randy won and not just the match.

Her hands reached to encircle his neck and she opened her mouth for the invite. Randy took it and his tongue filled her again. His mouth was liquid hot and his tongue massaged hers in affection.

Stacy moaned as her fingers caressed his bareback. His skin was soft and smooth. She ignored the hard surface of the ground as she pulled him further down on top of her. Every part of their bodies were touching now. She reached down to the waistband of Randy's pants and snuck her fingers inside, but Randy made no attempt to catch up to her as he continued to devour her mouth.

Her lips were beginning to feel numb, but she didn't want him to stop. Their mouths moved wonderfully together, his tongue tasted so good.

By the time Stacy broke the kiss, she was gasping for breath, her lungs savored the need for air. Randy however didn't hesitate he didn't seem to need a break, she watched as his head dipped to the curve of her neck and she felt the feather caress of his lips on her flesh.

Stacy moaned, she felt her body surrender even more. Excitement inside her rose as she felt Randy easily pulled the leather dress off her probing body. All that remained was the black lace thong he saw a little too much of earlier and the silver knee high boots, but Randy made no intention of removing those.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She whispered to herself.

Randy stared down at her body before using his index finger to trace a thin line from her neck all the way down to the band of her panty. He waited a beat, meeting her eye, then pulled them down her legs. She was fully exposed to him now and the way he was staring down every inch of her made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Then his hands took over; his manly, dominant hands lightly pressed themselves against Stacy's supple breasts. He held them for a while, warming them, before sliding his hands down her naval before finally reaching her…

"Oh." Stacy closed her eyes as she moaned, what took him so long to fulfill this kind of conduct?

His hand began to work at her core, the delicate temple between her legs, rubbing and soothing. At that moment she thought she never wanted to fight this man again. She wanted to be under his hand forever.

She was so lost in passion that she didn't even notice him free himself from his pants. Stacy's eyes snapped open when the warmth of Randy's body consumed her as he lowered himself back down on top of her and she felt his shaft slide along the slit of her core. She let out a cry, that brief second was the most torture she could with stand.

She wanted him to kiss her, to taste her, to do anything, but he did nothing. Instead he just stared at her, he let the ice in his eyes melt and allowed Stacy in. She felt taken in; his blue eyes were more beautiful than ever before, she could actually see herself in them.

"Randy?" she gasped in amazement.

In that blissful moment, as Stacy gazed admiringly into his eyes, Randy slid easily inside of her waiting core. Both of them let out a satisfied, long awaited moan.

Stacy quickly gripped the muscles in his upper arms, which clenched as he balanced himself above her. Thankfully he waited a minute, letting both of them get used to the feeling before moving.

But once he did she still shivered. He pulled out in almost a mocking unhurried speed, before pushing back inside her. This time he let out a small moan, but his eyes continued to bore into hers.

It was nice and slow, a rhythm both liked. He fit her like a key to a lock and it opened something special.

Stacy's breathing quickened of course, and she tried to move her hips toward him, but he kept the speed at his liking. His pumping didn't increase or slow, he was taking advantage of her but not in a harsh way.

With every thrust Stacy wanted more, she wanted the next to be harder or deeper, but it didn't happen.

"Please." She whimpered.

"Please what?" He was so waiting for her to say something, she knew it, this treatment was really torture, he wanted something.

"I…" Stacy couldn't really get it out.

Randy pulled out of her causing Stacy to mutter her disapproval; he remained where he was, waiting. But her lower body seemed cold now and secluded. The only way to warm it again was to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"I." she repeated.

"You?" he taunted, looking more than comfortable above her.

She took a deep breath. "I want…"

"What?" he wasn't growing impatient, he'd stay like this forever, holding her dignity inches away from her. He had more than power at this point.

"I want what you want." She said.

He arched his brows and cocked his head to the side as if he didn't understand.

"What you want from me, I want from you." She closed her eyes at what she was about to say. "I want you Randy." It was almost a whisper, but she knew he heard her.

When she opened her eyes, he was staring right at her, not like before, when his eyes were like a trance, but more of him trying to read her. To see if what she just said was truthful. And honestly, Stacy couldn't even answer that, she didn't know if that was the truth.

Seconds passed, Stacy continued to look at his unreadable face, before without any expectation he slammed into her again, making her cry out in surprise and mild pain. He didn't give her a moment to adjust this time, his thrusts were quick at the start. Stacy bit her lip to keep from crying out more.

Randy was going so hard and so fast that sweat was forming heavily at his forehead. Stacy's body was on fire; the tip of his shaft was banging hard against her inner chambers making jets of nerves jump through her. She couldn't remember little things like breathing; she seemed to forget to at points until she found herself gasping for unknown air. Her head began banging against a chair above her; she couldn't find the strength to push it away. She almost forgot where they were.

She wondered if someone were to somehow get in and see this act that they were committing, would Randy stop? And more importantly, would she want him too? No one took Stacy this way before, and made her want more.

The room began to spin and Stacy was dizzy, she stopped trying to catch up to Randy's pumping, instead she reached and pulled down his head with all her force, she didn't care if he wanted to or not.

"Kiss me." She hissed.

He didn't hesitate, and once his lips were on hers, Stacy exploded, her legs tightened around his pumping waist, her arms encircled his neck and her tongue darted so fast into his mouth he actually moaned in surprise.

They worked their tongues as Randy met his final thrusts, let them slow, as he finally climaxed. He didn't pull out, Stacy wouldn't allow him since her legs had his lower body trapped to hers.

She played with his mouth a little more, until he slowly pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip.

He watched her as she gained her strength; he seemed to be waiting for her to release him. As slowly as possible she untangled her legs, but he didn't hurry her.

When he slipped out, nervousness crept back to Stacy. The realization of what they just did, what she just did, struck her. What was going to happen now? It was more confusing than ever. Was she a whore? She had every right to push this away and she only begged for it. Randy had so much power over, and now after this, what was she now? Was he going to laugh at her, make it his big joke like before, and leave her to sulk in her failure?

"Are you going to get dressed?" Randy's voice pulled Stacy back to reality. She was so far into thought that she didn't even notice him get dressed again. He looked exactly as he did before; only he was a little red and sweaty, like he just had a work out.

Stacy looked down at her bare body, and at the boots on her feet, this was really humiliating. She brought her knees to her body and hugged herself, she didn't move from the floor. Her bottom was still tingling.

She refused to look at him.

Randy took a step toward her. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Stacy's eyes flew at him in shock. What did he just say? She couldn't believe he thought something so thin-skinned. He looked so concerned and sensitive. Like he cared. Stacy couldn't find the words to answer him, but she guessed her look gave him the uncomfort he needed because he quickly blinked away the gentle eyes and abruptly turned away from her.

"Just get dressed." He snapped before reaching for the door.

"Where are you going?" Stacy spoke before she could stop herself. But as weird as it sounded she didn't him to ditch her again, she didn't want to be dumped like trash.

He stopped, but didn't turn to her. It took him a while to speak. "I'm going to get the car."

For a minute Stacy softened, he wasn't leaving her after all. As much as her body wanted him, she knew they couldn't be anything. There was no way they could be together, she couldn't let that happen.

Suddenly Randy turned his head and looked at her position on the ground. "You were right before, we can't do this." His voice was weak.

Stacy stared at him, unsure yet anxious. Was he regretting it? Some hope was coming to her before that oh so cocky grin approached his perfect face.

"At least not here." He finished.

Stacy watched the door close behind him as he took the last of her hope and the rest of her future with him.

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