Chapter 5:

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I stared at the woman like she was crazy. "Damn," I wailed loudly. I dug my heel into the carpeted floor of the hotel. I was wishing that I wasn't in stupid Detroit, in a stupid hotel that only has one room available, with stupid horny Randy Orton. I looked at him with disgust as he signed for the room. I folded my arms and plopped down on the couch next to the desk.

"I would want to sleep with my boyfriend if he was you" the receptionist smiled at Randy. I got up quickly.

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" I yelled at her.

When we got to the room I began to feel nervous. I sighed quietly as I stood behind him while he slid the card key in the door. He opened the door.

"Madame," he said. I looked at him with no expression.

"Thanks, " I mumbled walking past him. I dropped my Louis Vuitton duffel bag on the floor and sat on the bed. I took of my shoes and my jacket. I bent down to find some sleeping clothes. Lucky me, all I had was boy shorts and a tank top. Oh great, I thought as I sat back up. I grabbed my things and went to the bathroom.

I stood at the bathroom door feeling nervous as ever. My dumb ass had to forget a robe and the hotel didn't even provide a free one. Bullshit, is what I call it. I looked at myself in the mirror. My long black hair was down and the boy shorts left little to the imagination. I took a deep breath and opened the door and stepped out. Randy's face seemed to light up at the sight of me. The silence in the room was so loud as I walked to my bag to put my things away. I could feel his eyes on me. They were on my legs, my things, my ass, and my 34 c chest that was exposed thanks to that tank top.

"Shit! What happened to your leg?" he asked. I looked at the long scar on my thigh. My eyes began to water just looking at it, it broke back so many memories.

"Why are you looking there!" I yelled at him.

"Couldn't help myself," he laughed. I gave him my middle finger. I sat down on the bed and turned on the TV. I tried anything to take his attention off of me. He went into the bathroom. I flipped channels There was nothing on. Just my damn luck, I thought as I tossed the remote on the floor. I looked at the clock it was 2:23 in the morning. Randy came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. I couldn't help but look at him. I was staring at him as he dug in his bag for some clothes and smirked at me.

"Put some clothes on, ass!" I spat at him. But he looked so good in only a towel around his tan waist. He laughed and went back into the bathroom. "Im so bored!" I cried as Randy came out of the bathroom wearing gym shorts and a wife beater.

"I know what we could do" Randy suggested sexily.

"How about no?" I said. But I was so bored and Randy was the only person around. Suddenly, I felt perky thanks to that damn cappuccino I had earlier. "How bout we play Truth or Dare?" I asked lying on my stomach on the bed.

"Okay," Randy said sitting down next to me. "I go first"

"What happened to ladies first?" I asked. "Or are you going by age before beauty?" I giggled.

"Maybe I am. Truth or Dare" he said.

"Hmmmm…." I rolled onto my back. Randy stared at my body and licked his lips. Wow, am I a tease or what? "Truth" I said slowly.

"What were you thinking about today?" he asked looking down on me. I sighed, sat up and crossed my legs.

"The airport" I said quickly.

"What about it?"

"When you were keeping me warm" I said looking at my nails.

"And what did you think about it?"

"Hey, I answered your question. Truth or Dare, Mr. Orton" I said.

"Truth" I nodded slowly thinking of a question. I sat up and looked him in the eye.

"Why do you like me?" I asked. He reached out and touched my face.

"Because you're the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen" I couldn't help but smile. No body ever said anything that sweet to me.

"Thank You" I said seriously. Whoa, snap out of it Alex. "Anyway it's my turn. And I want a dare! Dare me to do something fun!"

"Alright" he said. "I dare you….to kiss me"

"I said dare me to do something fun not disgusting! Kiss you?" I asked stunned. He nodded. "On the lips?"

"On the lips" he replied. I jumped up suddenly.

"The game's over" I said crossing my arms.

"What are you scared?" he asked. "You don't have to be" he put his arms around my waist. I moved back nervously.

"I'm not scared of anything" I replied turning my back on him.

"Then do it" he said behind me. I turned around to face him. I leaned in to kiss him. It was supposed to be a quick kiss but Randy pulled me close and put his hands around my waist. He kissed me slowly and passionately, it sent chills up my spine. I moaned and then pulled away. He reached for my waist again but I pushed him away.

"The game's over" I said moving away from him. I wished that the hotel room was bigger, there was no where to run. I was breathing hard as hell and felt dizzy. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked to change the subject.

"On the floor, I guess" he said grabbing a pillow of the floor.

"The floor? In this ghetto hotel? There might be roaches or something crawling around and the carpet's so thin" I said sitting on the bed.

"Oh well," he said spreading a blanket on the floor. I turned out the light and slid under covers. I felt guilty. He did not deserve to sleep on the floor, no body did. It wasn't fair to him. Sure he was a cocky bastard but making him sleep on the floor was just mean. "Mr. Orton?" I whispered in the darkness.

"Yes, baby?" he groaned.

"Get up here, I can't let you can't sleep on the floor" I said. In was dark as hell in the room. I couldn't see a thing. All I heard was movement and I felt something slide next to me in the bed. I laid back down and sighed. "Good night Randy and don't touch me!"

"Good night gorgeous" he said. And with those words I was out for the night.

The next morning I woke up in Randy's arms around me and my arms around him. It was the most beautiful sleep ever until I realized where and who I was with. I sighed softly against his chest and he woke up.

"Hey gorgeous, couldn't keep your hands off of me?" he said. I gasped and got out of the bed.

"I told you not to touch me" I said angrily.

"You touched me. I couldn't sleep while you moved in on me while you were asleep" he said sitting up. He moved to the edge of the bed where he pulled me onto his lap. He held me close. "Why won't you just admit the truth?" he looked me in the eye. His eyes were like kryptonite it weakened me. But I refused to let them pull me in.

"What truth?" I asked trying to pull away. Damn, he was strong. "Let go of me!"

"How you really feel. That kiss, the airport, last night" he said.

"You dared me to kiss you, and I'm not a punk!" I said trying to pull away again.

"But you didn't have to" he said. I stood up and he pulled me back down. "Admit it, you felt something!"

"You're crazy" I sneered and my eyes began to water. It was obvious that he was mad, his eyes became cold and a mix between lust and anger.

"Stop lying and admit it, Alex, that's all I'm asking. I could admit that I felt something, why cant you? WHY?" I just sat there trying to find the words.

"There's nothing to admit" I said finally breaking free. I found refuge in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiped my eyes. I was telling the truth. There was nothing to admit. Right?

The limo ride was so quiet. I cleared my throat. "So….I'll see you in Sydney for the Australia Tour" I got no response just a nod. "You ready for all those Aussi fans, mate?" I tried in my best Australian accent. I laughed just to get him to speak. "What's your problem?" He looked at me. His eyes were cold and angry.

"You. You're my problem" He spat. I looked at him shocked. I rolled my eyes.

"How the hell am I your problem? I am not a child, Orton" I said with an attitude. "You're just mad because-"

"Because you won't let me love you" he finished.

"You don't know what you're talking about"

"No…you don't know" he said.

"What does that mean?" I turned away from him and looked out the window at the pale, gray sky. Then there was silence. Until he spoke again.

"Quit talking shit, Alexandria" The limo stopped. We were at the airport.

"What?" I yelled.

"I can see if you obviously didn't want me then you'd be telling the truth. But you do and one day you're going to regret it when I'm not here," The driver opened the door.

"Fuck you" I hissed getting out of the limo and marching to check in. How dare that bastard accuse me of wanting him and tell me that I' am talking shit. I know I hate him and that's DEFINETLY not shit.

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