DISCLAIMER: Okay, I don't own any property of the WWE. I WISH I owned Randy Orton but life's not fair. Anyways, I only own Alexandria Taylor and that's it.
I sat backstage at NBC News in New York City watching Randy on the monitor while I sipped on a cup of hot chocolate.
"So, Randy the ladies want to know" the reporter asked. I crossed my legs. I forgot a major factor in our relationship: girls. From now on it was going to be me, Randy, andhis female fans. The devoted fans who know every single thing about him and claim that they are the real Mrs. RKO. They probably would think that I wasnt pretty enough to be with him. "Are you single?" he asked Randy. A familiar grin appeared on his face. The same grin that he had when we flirted with each other or when he said my name. I swallowed my hot chocolate in a big gulp.
"Actually, I'm not" My mouth gaped open. Okay, please do not say my name. I do not want threads about me plastered on forums all over the internet and annoying ass teenager girls claiming that they hated me because I took away the love of their life.
"Oh, so you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"Yes I do. Her name is Alexandria and we are very happy together. She's a great gal" Randy said.
"Oh my god," I mumbled putting my head into my hands. I didn't want people to know about us. It was too soon. I tossed my cup into the garbage and waited backstage for Randy to finish the interview.
"Hey gorgeous," he said walking up to me. He went to kiss me on the cheek but I stepped back. "What is it?"
"We need to talk in the limo" I said tossing his leather coat at him. We walked out of the building in silence. The driver opened the door of the limo; I thanked him and slid in.
"What?" he asked after the driver closed the door.
"When did we decide to go public about us?" I asked quickly.
"I don't know. I thought it would be alright. What's wrong?"
"Publicity, Randy!" I said. He laid his head on the back of the seat and exhaled. "Your fans are teenage girls and if they find out that you're taken, it could make you loose fans. And I don't want people all over the internet talking about me. You should have told me that we were going public."
"Sorry" he mumbled.
"Its okay" I said looking out the window at the crowded, busy New York City streets.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked putting his hand on my thigh.
"Yes."
"Baby… look at me". Looking at Randy was my weakness. I turned looked at him. "You know your sexy when you're mad"he chuckled.His blue eyes drew me in. "Are you mad at me?" He whispered again as he moved in and began to plant sweet kisses on my neck. He moved up to my mouth and kissed me deeply on the lips. He laid me down on the seat. "Still mad?" he asked kissing me again.
"No. I'm not" I said. "Now, stop it I don't want to do it in the limo" I laughed.
Later that night Randy and I sat in his dressing room watching the pre-show for Survivor Series. I lay across his leg as he rubbed my back.
"I'm hungry. I'm going to catering to get something to eat. You coming?" I said standing up.
"Nah," he said still staring at the TV. I bent over and gave him a quick kiss. He pulled me close. "Don't stay too long," he said kissing me. I walked down the hall to catering. All they had was Subway sandwiches. Oh well, at least its food. I leaned against the table and sipped on my bottle of water. I looked at my watch. I'd better get back to Randy. I grabbed the sandwich. I began to walk out the door when I bumped into someone causing me to spill some water on myself.
"I'm sorry" I said looking up. It was John Cena.
"No, it's okay. Are you alright?" he asked look intently into my brown eyes.
"I'm fine" I said fixing my top.
"Yes, you are" I rolled my eyes. "I'm John Cena, WWE Champion"
"Yeah, I know" I said walking down the hall. He followed behind me.
"And you are?" he said stopping in front of me.
"Alexandria Taylor, publicist" I said hoping that he would finally leave me alone.
"Well damn, I wish I had a publicist like you. Who do you work for?"
"Randy Orton." I replied with a snug smile.
"Randy?" I nodded. "Wait…you're Alex?"
"Yes I' am. Randy's told you about me?"
"Shit…" he said still staring at me. "Where he at?"
"Follow me," I walked back to the dressing room. Randy still sat on the couch watching the TV. He looked up and saw John.
"Hey!" he said jumping up and giving his friend a hug.
"What's up, man?" John asked. "I met your girl" he said looking at me. "All I got to say is damn!"
"I know," he said. I looked away. I felt uncomfortable with them talking about me. The next thing you know they'll start talking about my tits and my ass.
"You guys have fun. I'm gonna go help Shane" I said grabbing my purse off of the couch.
I looked backstage for Shane but I couldn't find him. Okay, where is he? Instead I found the one person I didn't want to find. Aaron.
"Alexandria!" he shouted. I turned around.
"Hey…." I said, he walked up to me and tried to give me a hug. I stepped back.
"Aaron…stop." I said.
"Oh, is Randy here?" he asked angrily.
"Yes he is." I said. "And what is your problem with that?"
"N..nothing" he said scratching the back of his head. "I just don't think he deserves you"
"What and you do?" I spat.
"Yeah" I sucked my teeth. He was speaking bullshit.
"I love Randy, Aaron. You can't change me." I said walking away from him.
"I'm sorry if I want to be with you, Alexandria" I stared at Aaron strangely as I walked away from him. Aaron was freaking me out. He sounded like a stalker or something. He reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Damon, who was really over protective and used to abuse me. He would always ask me where I was and what I was doing. I would tell him the truth but he wouldn't believe me and he would hit. Every time I was on the road with RAW he always told me that I was lying about working and that I was fucking one of the wrestlers. I changed my phone number so many times just to avoid him. Thank God, he was cheating on me and decided to end the relationship because I was seriously considering filing a restraining order. What the hell was up with Aaron?