Disclaimer: Beck and Cody own each other. And no, Becky WON'T share

Author's Note: WOW! It feels like I've been gone like TEN MONTHS instead of FIVE DAYS!! Well here is the 4th chapter and I liked the outcome of it. Becky, I hope you like it too. I don't really have that much to say (I haven't watched RAW yet...thank God for DVR). If I had watched RAW, there would probably be a SuperCena rant somewhere along here. Anyways...READ REVIEW AND ENJOY!

About forty minutes later, Becky and Cody were walking out of the restaurant with a smile on their faces. Their lunch had been good and they only had a couple interruptions from the fans. Cody laughed a little as Becky commented on how he interacted with the fans.

"I'm not like a wide eyed child!" Cody protested as he playfully pushed Becky to the side.

"Psh…whatever Runnels," Becky laughed, shoving him back.

"Runnels, Anderson! Wait up!" Randy shouted from behind them.

Becky and Cody frowned but stopped and waited nonetheless. Randy walked up to them with a mischievous grin on his face.

"What do you want Orton?" Becky asked, narrowing her eyes at the self proclaimed Legend Killer.

"I just need to talk to you alone for awhile; is that okay Runnels?" Randy asked, peering over at the young WWE star.

Cody looked at Becky and shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't like they were just going to shout out that they were married to Randy Orton just to say no.

"That's fine by me," Cody said.

"Is it okay with you Becky?" Randy asked, turning his attention to Becky with the infamous smirk plastered all over his face.

Becky forced a smile and nodded her head then looked at Cody. He mouthed the words 'see you at the hotel' to her before walking down the sidewalk. Becky sighed and turned and glared at Randy.

"What the hell do you want?" Becky asked, fiercely.

"Just walk with me, Becky," Randy said as he started to walk the opposite way that Cody had gone.

Becky sighed but followed reluctantly behind Randy Orton. She caught up with him in a matter of seconds as they walked in silence. Thankfully, the silence didn't last long because if it did, Becky thought she was going to have to kill Randy to get whatever it was that he needed to speak with her about out of him.

"You know that new creative writer, right?" Randy asked, glancing over at Becky while they walked down the sidewalk.

"Yes, I met her; she's cool," Becky said, glancing at Randy with a confused look on her face.

"She's hot," he commented as he came to a stop in front of a car.

Becky frowned and crossed her arms over her chest then turned to face Orton with a dead serious look on her face.

"What do you want Randy?" she asked.

"A date with her," he smirked. "Just one date and that's all I need to get in her pants."

"I'm not setting you up on a date with her just so you can get in her pants; she's a good person," Becky snapped and turned to walk away.

"Then I guess I'll just tell everybody about your drunken night in Vegas," he shouted after her as he got in his car.

Those words made Becky stop in her tracks. How did he know was the only thought that was running through her mid. She turned back around and walked to Randy's car and got into the passenger's seat. She turned to look at Randy.

"How the hell did you know that?" she hissed at him.

"Runnels has a big mouth—I mean Cody has a big mouth; I should really watch what I say now, shouldn't I?" he smirked as he pulled the car out of its parking spot and onto the street.

"Randy Orton you are an asshole," she glared at him.

"I know but you can't blame me for wanting to get into that new writer's pants; she's hot," he smirked as he drove in and out of traffic with ease.

"If I get you this date, you promise you will keep your mouth shut?" she asked, peering over at him.

"Depends on how good the date is," he smirked. "But yes, I will keep my mouth shut for the time being."

"Fine, I'll get you your fucking date but if I hear you tell anybody, Orton; you're dead," she warned him as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"Don't worry; if I get into her pants, I won't mention it ever again," he said as he parked the car.

Becky got out quickly and walked into the hotel lobby, wanting to get far away from Orton as she possibly could. She pressed the up button on the elevator then stepped in and pressed the number eight. She sighed and leaned back against the wall of the elevators when the doors closed shut. How the hell was she going to set the new creative writer up with Randy Orton without feeling guilty, was beyond her.

She stepped out onto the eighth floor and walked to the hotel suite that she shared with Cody. She inserted the hotel key into the slot and pushed the door open and saw Cody sitting on the couch, watching tv. She glanced around the suite and was quite shocked that it was clean.

"How'd it get so clean?" she asked as she sat beside Cody.

"Room service, I guess," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh," was all she said as she fiddled with her hands in her lap.

"What'd Randy want?" he asked, glancing over at his new wife.

Becky looked into Cody's eyes and took a deep breath. She had to tell him that Orton knew because otherwise, Orton would find a way to manipulate Cody as well. She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip.

"Becky, what is it? Is something wrong?" Cody asked.

"Yes, Cody something's wrong! We got drunk last night and we ended up in a fucking wedding chapel and got fucking married; you can bet your ass that there is something wrong," she shouted at him, standing up.

She paced around the living room area of the suite and ran her hands through her black hair. She didn't mean to lash out at him but it felt good.

"Becky, people make mistakes," Cody said calmly as he watched her.

"Oh yeah? People make mistakes like this every day, Cody and then they get them fixed by getting them annulled," she shouted at him.

Cody sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair and looked up at Becky. He stayed seated, determined to stay calm.

"Becky, I all ready told you why I wasn't going to get our marriage annulled," he stated.

"Yeah well, Cody, it's a bullshit reason," she spat at him as she continued to pace.

She didn't mean any of the things that she was yelling at him but it felt easier to get some of the anger, which was really aimed towards Randy out of her system. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before sitting down beside Cody.

"Cody, Randy knows," she explained.