Chapter 15-

DISCLAIMER: Do I look like Vince McMahon? No. Do you think I own any WWE property? I wish. So please don't sue me.

"Thanks for lunch" John said when I pulled up to the arena.

"It was fun. I liked it a lot" I smiled. John was a sweet and funny guy. I liked being around him.

"Me too. Um…I saw bridal magazines in the back seat, did Randy-?"

"Oh no my friend, Angel, is engaged" I laughed. John was staring at me.

"What is there something on my face?" I said. I looked in the rear view mirror.

"No it's just that Randy's a really luck guy to have you" he said.

"Awww….thanks John" I said sweetly. "Now I gotta get back to work, Happy Holidays if I don't see you before"

"You too. Bye, Alex"

"Bye" I watched John as he walked into the arena. He turned and waved and then went in. I sped off to work. John was a nice guy and a good friend to have around. But some of his comments about Randy and me were kind of weird. He said that Randy was lucky to have me and that he agreed that I was beautiful. I shook it off. John was Randy's best friend and he wouldn't try anything. Right?

I wished I didn't return to work because I had to work with Aaron again on that stupid wrestlemania project. I walked back into the HQ humming Destiny's Child "Cater 2 U". As I approached my office I saw Aaron waiting outside. My heart started to beat wildly, because I was scared. I hope he wouldn't try anything, hopefully Randy's words stuck with him.
"Hello Aaron" I managed to say. My voice was shaking. I opened the door and walked into my office. I stayed quiet as I sat down at my desk and pulled out a legal pad and a pen. "So sponsors for wrestlemania…." I began as I scribbled it across the page.

"You don't think I saw you" Aaron said. I looked at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You claim that your so in love with Randy and then I see you with John Cena" I blinked.

"Aaron, what I do is none of your fucking business and I do love Randy" I said defensively. I continued to write.

"What are you some kind of WWE groupie? Dating every superstar to make your way up the corporate ladder"

"How dare you Aaron. I work fucking hard even more than your sorry ass does. It's not my fault that I fell in love with Randy Orton"

"And it's not my fault that I fell in love with you"

"You are fucking crazy"

"I'm not crazy, you're the one with the guy who claims he loves you and then made out with his ex on TV"

I was silent for a moment. How dare he bring that up. "Mind our own fucking business. What I do does not concern you."
"How do you know he loves you?" I shook my head and slammed my pen down on my desk.

"Because he does Aaron." I said furiously. "Why can't you accept it and let it go?"

"Because it's not true" I was getting so angry that tears were burning my eyes. "If he loved you then why the hell would he be making out with Stacy Keibler?" I stared at him. "If I was him I would never make out with another woman because I love you." I pursed my lips and sniffed in the loud silence that occupied the room. I stared into space. "You think about that and I'll work on the wrestlemania project alone"