Chapter 3: Smackdown

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When I got off of my flight in Philli a limo was waiting for me outside. I pulled my I-pod earphones off and shoved them into the pockets of my coat.

"Hello, gorgeous"Randy said moving down to give me room to get in.

"Hello Mr. Orton" I said sliding into the limo. I took of my coat to reveal my low cut top. Randy whistled. I shot him a mean glare. I reached into my bag and pulled out my blackberry. It was my bible, everything I needed was on it. I cleared my throat."Okay so here's what we have in store for today and interview on Philli's hottest radio station, followed by your appearance at Champs Sports, oh yeah and then Smackdown"

"Busy day," Randy said putting his head back. "At least I get to spend it with you," he put his hand on my knee. I pushed it off and scooted down the seat away from him. He smirked. I felt like slapping him. He moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't think you know how sexy you are when you're pissed". I pushed him away from me.

"Fuck off, dammit" I said. I had a look of disgust on my face. "Oh my god" I groaned as I pulled my I-pod out of my purse.

"Okay feisty" he said. I shoved my earplugs on and turned it up extra loud so I wouldn't hear any comments Randy had to say.

We pulled into Philli's radio station I got out and he whistled again as he watched my ass. I sucked my teeth and fixed my clothes. When he was ready we walked into the building and he tried to put his arm around me. I moved out of the way. One of the DJ's approached us.

"Nice to meet you, you must be Randy" he said shaking his hand.

"Yeah, and this is my oh-so sexy publicist Alexandria Taylor" he said. I looked at him like he was crazy and just walked away. Craig, the DJ laughed.

"She doesn't seem to like you much, dude."

"Yeah, she'll turn around someday," he said watching me. I flipped him the bird. He laughed. "You are too cute,"

What the fuck, man? I cant stand him. Why cant he leave me the hell alone?

"Anyways, let's get you in the studio" Craig said.

The radio interview went well afterwards he had a meet and greet. Then we went to Champs.

" I think that went very well," I said after the last fan, a hysterical teenager, was ushered out by security.

"Thanks to you," he said getting up. I blushed. We were walking out of the store when I saw that it was raining.

"Oh no," I groaned.

"What?" he said standing at the door.

"It's raining. I just got my hair done; it's going to get messed up." He took off his leather jacked and handed it to me. I took it. "Thank You" I said.

"Your welcome,baby" we ran to the limo and went to the arena for Smackdown.

I yawned as I followed Randy into the arena. I was so tired from the day.

"What's up Randy?" WWE superstar Christian AKA Jason Reso asked.

"Hey Jay," Randy said grabbing a bottle of water off of the table.

"And who is this?" Jason asked.

"Hi" I said. Christian had to be one of my favorite wrestler's he was too cute.

"This is my publicist Alex," he said staring at me. I rolled my eyes and walked away. I left Randy to talk to Jason.

After I went to meet with Stephanie McMahon, I helped her out for most of the show. Later on I ran into Randy.

"My match is coming up," he said.

"Okay," I said looking uninterested. I began to tap my foot on the floor.

"We can leave afterwards if you want,"

"After you meet with fans," I said. He nodded and went off to change.

Randy had a great match against Chris Benoit. I couldn't help but get caught up in it. When Randy came backstage I hugged him.

"You were great out there!" I screamed then I remembered that I couldn't stand the bastard and I let go.

After he changed we went outside to meet with fans I was so exhausted. I crawled into the limo and laid down. The next thing you knew when I woke up I was in Randy's arms in an elevator. "Where am I?" I asked sleepily.

"At the Hilton hotel," he said.

"Put me down," I stated angrily. He did. I staggered a bit but he held me up. I yawned and looked at my watch, it was two o'clock in the morning. I reached into my purse and pulled out my card key.

"Sleep well, gorgeous" he said. I totally ignored him.I shut the door behind me.

While I was sleeping the next morning, there was a knock on my door. I groaned and got up. The first thing that hit me was that I wasn't in my room in my apartment in Connecticut. I dragged my self to the door and opened it. Randy stood there wearing a track suit

"Morning," he said. I wiped my eyes.

"What?" I asked. Isn't it like seven in the morning. I do not wake at these hours.

"The limo's coming in an hour to take us to the airport" he said.

I stood in front of him shocked. Oh my god, I forgot!

"You gotta be lyin," I said. He shook his head. "Shit!" I cried I ran back into the room and started throwing things into my suitcase. Randy stood by the door watching me. "What?" I asked. Was there something onmy face?

"I like the nightgown, babe" he said. I looked down.

Here I was rushing around my room in lingerie right in front of Randy where the hell was my head? I'm usually so focused. I blushed as I grabbed my robe and put it on quickly.

"Meet me in the lobby in fifteen," I said opening the door to give him the sign to leave.

In fifteen minutes I managed to throw on a Juicy couture sweat suit and toss all of my belongings into my suitcase and meet Randy in the lobby. At the airport I waited for them to call the plane for Hartford, Connecticut.

"When am I going to see you again?" he asked sitting down next to me.

"Next week for a house show, photo shoot, and appearance in Anaheim" I said flipping through a Vogue magazine and drinking a bottle of Cranberry Juice.

"Great," he said. "Maybe we can hang out in Anaheim and do something" Yeah, right.

"The only thing we are doing Mr. Orton is WWE business in Anaheim because that is what Vince hired me to do" I said stubbornly. I turned the page in my magazine roughly.

"We can at least try to get along. We don't know how long we're going to be working together" he suggested putting his arm around me.

"Whatever" I sighed.

"So let's get to know each other better," He said. I looked at him blankly and returned to my magazine. "So where are you from?"

"New Jersey" I answered quickly.

"What school did you go to?"

"Yale" I said staring at the ads in Vogue.

"Really?" he said like it was surprising or something. I nodded. I know I act like Jessica Simpson most of the time but when it comes to school I'm like a frekin genius.

"Beauty and brains. Perfect match." He said. Wish I could say the same about him. I'm so funny. "So where are your parents?" I froze suddenly and closed my magazine. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for an answer. Why would he ask me this question? I stared down at my white Nike air force one's trying to think of excuse, but there was none.

"My…" I began slowly still focusing at the ground, usually people dont ask me about this. I guess no one ever cared, except for Angel. "My Dad, I really never knew him, and my mom…well my mom…. passed away….last year" I sighed and looked at him.

"I'm so sorry" he said putting his hand on my shoulder. I could see in his baby blue eyes so much concern. I just looked at him, I had never seen someone look like that after I told them about my parents. His reaction was so different. Ususally, i get fake "Oh my god's" or just silence. But Randy's reaction was so sincere...so real.

"Now boarding flight 354 Jet Blue to Hartford, Connecticut"

I jumped up and grabbed my stuff trying not to let him see me like this. I sniffed and rubbed my nose.

"I'll see you next week" I said turning to go but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He looked into my eyes.

"Are you going to be ok?" he asked. I nodded. "Call me if you need anything" he said. I turned to go but he still held me. "I mean it". He looked so honest and sweet. I nodded again and smiled weakly. He moved in and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. He was being so sweet to me, but I hated him. I didn't know whether I wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me or slap him and tell him to fuck off.

"Bye, babe" he said.

"Bye"