Chapter 16

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January 15, 2010

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Randy received a phone call from Vince McMahon hours before the house show. It was about an incident that happened, or rather did not happen at a restaurant in Boston a few days ago. He told Vince exactly what happened, and he seemed to believe it. But Vince told him that a complaint was filed already and that set him off.

That was the last thing he needed, something to worry about especially when he knows he didn't do anything wrong. He didn't need the added stress. Vince told him to talk with the Legal Department, but that still didn't make him calm down. And when he's in that mood, nobody dares to come up to him—except Arianne.

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He was by himself in the TV room when she came in looking for him. He was trying to read a book—trying being the operative word, since nothing he was reading was making sense to him at the moment.

"Randy, are you here?" She asked as she knocked and opened the door askew.

She couldn't see him because the couch was behind the door as it is opened. He wasn't going to speak up because he wanted to be left alone, but he couldn't help himself.

"No, I'm not here." He said, rolling his eyes at himself for not being able to just shut up.

He spoke right before she closed the door thinking he wasn't there, fortunately, so she stopped, stepped inside and locked the door. When he saw her come in with a smile on her face, his temper went down a notch immediately.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I heard the voice of that tall, lanky, good looking wrestler I write for, but apparently, he's not here." She said, "Well, I guess I should go…" She turned around and headed to the door.

"Get back here." He said, pouting, acting un-amused.

"But I have to look for him." She said, "I miss that guy…"

"Now." He said, seriously.

She laughed, "All right, all right." She plopped down on the couch beside him. "Jeez, baby, why so serious?"

He sighed and threw his head back on leaned on the backrest of the couch. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well, you don't have to." She said, doing as he did. "I heard about it."

"You did? Already?" He looked at her.

"You know how fast word like that gets around here." She touched his face, "It's just so easy for people to make up these stories because you're an easy target…" She said, "I mean with your character and all. You're the arrogant, self absorbed son of a bitch that everyone loves to hate, and it's so easy to buy that story…but I know you didn't do it."

"I didn't." He said, turning away.

"Look at me." She tipped his chin, so he'd look at her. "I know you didn't do it. Santino told me he was there, and nothing like that happened. He said there were cops around who could corroborate his statement. Justin said it's not true either."

She sat up and cupped his face in her hands, and looked him straight in the eyes. "I believe you. That should count for something right?" She said, "Don't let this get to you, okay? I got your back."

He doesn't know how she was going to get his back when she wasn't around when the incident supposedly happened, and thought it made no sense. Still, he knows she means it and it made him feel better. After all, she believes in him, and it does count for something. And he was finally able to crack a smile.

He sighed, his eyes turning mellow, his features softening. "What would I do without you?"

She smiled at him, lovingly placing a hand on his chest, over his heart. "I don't know." she said, "I do know that there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

He just had to go for a kiss then, and he did. He kissed her gently, softly brushing his tongue on her lips, lightly parting her lips, nibbling at them tenderly, until she returned his kisses and allowed him to claim her mouth. It started to become heavier then, when suddenly they both heard a strange grumbling sound which ruined the moment.

"What was that?" Arianne said, laughing as she pulled away.

"Uh…sorry, my bad." Randy said, rather embarrassed. "I haven't eaten anything for lunch yet."

"Oh, my poor baby!" She cooed, pinching his cheeks. "Come on, let's get you something to eat."

His face lit up when she said that and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "Did you lock the door?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?" She asked. But as soon as she did, she knew what he was thinking. "No! I don't mean me, I mean real food, you naughty boy!" She said, putting her hands on her hips.

He laughed, "Hey, it was worth a try!"

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February 14, 2010

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After the house show that evening everyone decided to go to a restaurant they frequent. Arianne didn't come though and even left the arena early. She said she had something important that she needed to do. Randy wanted her to come, since it was Valentines and it was one way for them to celebrate it incognito.

Because of that, he was not in the mood, to say the least, the whole time. He just sat there quietly, eating his food, not talking at all. Not even Santino or Hornswoggle could make him crack a smile. He'd just been stressed out the past few weeks and it only started to get better with the dismissal of the charges against him that Thursday.

He just really wanted to spend some time with her because she's been so busy lately and barely stays around. He understands that the writers need to work overtime especially since Wrestlemania is in five weeks, but he can't help but be a little selfish.

And then he received a message.

[Meet me in ur room. Have something 4 U. – Ari]

And he was suddenly shot with life and he could barely hide his excitement.

"Hey, ah…I'm not feeling so good." He said, standing up. Everyone on the table looked at him because that was the first sound he made. "I'm gonna go back to the hotel, get some rest."

"Boo, you whore!" Santino joked, "How am I going to get back then?"

He grinned, "I don't know, hitch a ride with John or something."

As quick as that, he was gone.

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A few minutes later, at Randy's hotel room.

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"Ari?" He said, as he opened the door and walked in. "Babe, are you here?"

The lights were turned off, but there were a few aromatic candlestick lit up around the room. Suddenly, music started playing—a slow sensual ballad of saxophone and percussion, and a lopsided grin lined his lips.

"Come out, come out wherever you are…" He called, smiling mischievously. "Viper's gonna get ya."

"I'm counting on that." Ari said from somewhere he couldn't see. "Sit on the bed, and don't move."

He raised an eyebrow. He was starting to like how things are looking. He walked towards the bed and sat at the foot of it.

"Okay, I'm here." He said, "What now?"

"Um…I guess, I'm gonna come out now." She said.

She came out from the bathroom, wearing a red satin robe that was slightly opened, but tied at the waist. He could also see the fishnet stockings, and her really high-heeled sandals. The light from the candles were dim, but enough for him to see her clearly.

"Whoa…" He uttered, almost involuntarily.

He could see the black and red laced lingerie she had underneath from the opening of her robe, which made him feel warm all over. She looked good, hot and sexy. But she looked embarrassed and a little uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, and then she started to move her body sensually to the beat of the music. She's a good dancer and she's performed in front of a crowd, on stage as an actress in high school and college, so she thought she'd feel comfortable performing in front of him. She didn't expect to feel embarrassed at all, or nervous for that matter.

She brushed the thought off, and tried to do what she was supposed to. She untied her robe, and let it fall off her body, forming a red puddle of satin at her feet, as she gyrated slowly and sensually.

Randy took a deep breath and leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with an elbow on the bed. He could feel himself getting hotter, and tensing up. He had to put his legs apart because he was starting to feel the tension and fire in his groin. He wanted to pull her to bed with him, but at the same time he wanted to watch her.

She turned around slowly, her body gliding, grinding to the beat of the music, her hips swaying back and forth. He couldn't help but look at her butt, and lick his lips.

"Damn." He said, biting his lower lip.

He sat up and grabbed her but she swatted his hand away.

"Not yet!" She said, "I prepared for this, let me finish!"

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, all right!" He said.

He wanted to laugh because she was so serious, but he was too busy thinking about what he wants to do to her after she finishes her little strip dance. So, he just leaned back on the bed at the same position he was in and watched as she took off the little corset part of the lingerie off and tossed it away.

He could almost hear himself growling in his head. Or maybe he was already doing so, softly, anyway. She turned around and teased taking off her bra but didn't. She went for the shoes instead, bending over to unlatch the straps.

"Oh, damn, baby, take it off already!" He said, loudly.

He spoke loud enough that it startled her, making her jump a little. But in the process, her bracelet got hooked on the heel of the sandals, and she fell over on her butt with a loud thump.

"Ow!"

"Fuck!" He exclaimed jumping out of bed and coming to her side. "Are you okay?"

"No! Do I look okay?" She pouted, "It's your fault, you startled me!"

"I'm sorry." He said, trying not to laugh as he picked her up. "Where does it hurt?

"My ankle."

"Who told you to wear these shoes anyway?" He asked. He helped her take them off. "They're not even yours, are they?"

"No…I borrowed them from Maryse." She said, "Stripping was her idea too…I just didn't tell her who I was doing it for."

"Of course you didn't." he said. He put her down on the bed, and was about to get on top of her but she pushed him back.

"No, no, wait!" She sat up, "I have another surprise for you."

"You're not it?" He asked, "We're not doing a threesome are we?" He looked around as if waiting for someone to come out.

"No!" She hit him on the chest, but it didn't really hurt him, even though she put power behind it. "I'm not that kinky!"

He sat on the bed, "Okay, so what is it?"

"Help me up to the bathroom." She said.

"Why? You're gonna pee?"

"Just help me." She said, rolling her eyes.

So he helped her towards the bathroom, and when they got inside, he saw what she had ready for him. She prepared him a warm bubble bath. There was incense burning by the tub, and champagne in an ice-filled bucket too with two stem glasses.

"I was gonna drag you in here after my little performance, if you weren't such a hostile audience." She said, "I thought you could use some relaxation before we drive to the next city."

"You did all this preparation?" He asked. The bathroom didn't look like that when he left that afternoon.

"I did." She said, "Happy Valentines."

"I didn't even get you anything." He said, regretfully.

"You're here." She said, "That's enough for me."

He looked at her, scanning her face, into her eyes. She kept her gaze at him, letting him see through her eyes what she feels. And he did see. He saw something he always sees in her eyes when he looks at them. She loves him.

"I love you." He said.

As if she heard what he said for the first time, her heart just skipped a beat. "I love you, too." She said.

She kissed him then, and he didn't waste any time responding to her, since he'd wanted to do it since he got there. He kissed so vigorously that she almost felt like she was going to drown in his passion.

He ran his hands all over her body, and every contact he made brought surges of electricity on her skin. It didn't help that she was already down to her undergarments.

He was so consumed with passion then that he wanted to get things going. He tried to take things back to the bedroom but the bed looks too far away. She was hanging on to him and they almost fell over, but luckily he felt the sink counter behind him and leaned there for support.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him and she could feel how ready he is to take her, underneath his pants. She kissed him fiercely, a fire slowly building inside her as she pulled him closer. It's like she couldn't get him close enough, that she had to wrap herself around him.

She didn't even realize he had already managed to unhook and pull down her bra until she felt his hand on her bosom, feeling, squeezing, rubbing at the sensitive crown on top of it, making her moan in his mouth.

She had to break the kiss to catch her breath, but as she turned away, he directed his lips towards her neck and collar bone, licking, nibbling at her skin. It had such a strong sensation that she couldn't help but dig her fingers on his skin.

She was making sounds of ecstasy that were music to his ears, and it made him want more. He slid his hands down her lower back, slipping them inside her panties. She bit at him at the curve of his neck a little when he grasped her buttocks before he pulled her underwear down and let it fall to her feet.

The pain made him wilder, and he could barely contain himself. He took his shirt off as quick as he could and threw it wherever like it was on fire, even though it was him who was really on fire. But then he pulled her back into his arms, and he went right back to what he was doing.

"Oh, God…" She groaned.

She couldn't help, it especially when she felt his hand slid down between her thighs, and using his long, strong fingers, rubbing, caressing, traversing, and exploring her. The mixed sensation of pain and pleasure almost made her lose control of herself. She was ready to let go until she realized something.

"Wait!" She said, pulling away.

"Huh? Wha…?" He asked, a little disoriented from suddenly getting pulled out of the zone.

She walked away, without turning her back at him, backing up slowly towards the tub. He was always the one in control in the bedroom, so she wasn't used to taking the reign. But this time, she had to. This was supposed to be her present to him after all, and she had everything planned.

He started to come after her, walking slowly, calculatingly. "Are you trying to get away from me?" He asked, squinting at her, with a devious little smile on his lips. He unbuckled and pulled off his belt.

"N-No…but, you should ah…take your pants off." She said, "The water's getting cold…We want to keep it hot, right?"

"Yeah…keep it hot…it's a good plan." He smirked.

He took his pants off without taking his eyes off her. She watched him get on the tub. He thought it looked a hundred times more inviting, more enticing now that she was in it, that he couldn't get out of the rest of his clothes fast enough.

She got a little nervous when he finally did, especially when she saw what he had underneath it. It's funny because it wasn't like she'd never seen it before, but it always has the same effect on her whenever she sees it. But she fought off the thought. She had a plan and she wanted to stick to it.

She crawled over towards him as he was getting on the tub, making him sit at the edge close to the wall. "Stay right there for a second." She said, placing a hand over his thighs.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

She looked at his eyes and she saw how intense he looked. She got between his thighs, as she was on her knees, and pulled him down for a kiss on his lips, along his jaw.

"I think you know what I have in mind." She whispered in his ears before she continued to kiss him all over.

She planted kisses in every inch of his bare skin from his neck, to his taut chest, to his ripped abs as her hands did wonders between his legs, getting it ready. He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back as she got to her final destination, and lingered there, giving him pleasure like never before.

"Oh, yeah…dammit…" He groaned, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Ummfff…"

When she was satisfied with her work, she stopped and gave him space to slide down the tub, letting him sit at the bottom of it.

He was quick to pull her back towards him and made her sit on top of him, on his lap, straddling him, as he simultaneously claimed her bosom with his mouth, hungrily, that he even growled as he did, drowning her soft moans out.

She could feel how hard he was against her most sensitive spot. She felt herself burning with desire, down to her very core. She wanted him inside her.

Almost instinctively, she rocked her hips back and forth to allow him to enter. He held her firm on her hips, his fingers pressing, sinking on her skin. He knew what she was trying to do and so he moved in rhythm with her, thrusting against her motion, sliding inside, with intent.

As their bodies moved in synch to each other, the water in the tub formed waves, but none as strong as the current of desire engulfing the two of them as they made hot passionate love in it, until they were both making sounds of pleasure in harmony.

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About an hour or so after Randy left the restaurant…

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"I hate-a him." Santino said, using his usual Santino accent. "He make-a me drive him around all day and then he just leave me and take the car." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I thought we was friends!"

He got in the car with John and Cody, hitching a ride back to their hotel like Randy suggested he do. He had no choice after all. Randy took the car. He was in the backseat while John was on shotgun and Cody was driving.

"He said he wasn't feeling good, didn't he?" Cody said. "Cut him a break."

"Yeah…he became quiet after the show." Santino said, "He was very lively before we left the arena."

"Well it's Valentine's Day." John said, "Maybe he's lonely…misses the missus."

Cody almost choked on his own spit and started coughing.

"Must be that." Santino agreed.

Suddenly John's phone rang. It was Sam, and she asked if he knew where Randy was because she'd been trying to reach him but he wasn't picking up his phone and was worried.

John told her he went back to the hotel and was probably resting or sleeping because he wasn't feeling well. Sam asked him to see to Randy and to tell him to call her back. John said he would.

"All right…bye." John said, "Have a good night."

"So…he didn't call her when he went back to the hotel?" Cody asked.

"Guess not." John said, "Must really be sick if he didn't even do that."

"Yeah…" Cody said, thoughtfully. "Maybe…" He suspects Randy must be with Arianne, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that.

"Yes, maybe…" Santino said, equally thoughtful. "Why are you allowed to drive John's car but I'm not? You drive like a grandma!"
John laughed, "That's exactly why I allow him to drive!"

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Back at the hotel…

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Arianne was sitting behind Randy in the tub, with her legs on either side of him. He was leaning back on her, his arms comfortably anchored around her thighs, with his eyes closed after they've made love. She was scrubbing his chest and arms with the sponge. He couldn't have been happier and more relaxed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him when he sighed deeply.

"I couldn't be better if I try." He said, opening his eyes and looking back at her. He tipped her chin towards him and kissed her. "You're the best."

She smiled. "Do you want to have the champagne now?"

"Oh, right…I forgot about that." He reached for the bottle and the two stem glasses. "Uh, babe, where's the corkscrew?"

"It's not there? It should be there, on the bucket."

"Nope, not here…" Randy said. "Ah, never mind…" He stood up and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. "I'll get my Swiss knife. Stay here."

"Not like I can go anywhere."

"You're getting sarcastic on me now?" He squinted at her.

"Learned from the best." She stuck her tongue out.

"Uh-huh." He smirked

He picked up his pants and underwear as he went inside the room and looked for his Swiss knife inside his bag. It didn't take him long to find it, but he saw all the clothes all over the floor—pieces of her lingerie, her satin robe and his shirt. Being kind of a neat freak, he got a tick to pick them up and put them on a chair neatly. But then suddenly somebody buzzed on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially not at that time of the night.

"Who is it?" He asked, approaching the door.

"Room service!"

"Hmm…" He shook his head, "She really prepared for this…even the room service is timed perfectly." He said, amused.

But then he was shocked when he opened the door. It was not room service, it was John Cena. He burst inside the room as soon as Randy opened the door before he even saw what he only had on.

"John!" Randy exclaimed. He tried to stand in the way so he won't get further in the room. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Whoa!" John said when he saw him. "Sorry I caught you on a wrong time, but…"

"Randy, what's taking you so long?" Arianne suddenly said.

The two men both looked behind and saw her standing there, outside the bathroom door, with only a towel wrapped around her.

"What the…" John said. Then he looked at Randy and finally saw he just had a towel on as well.

Both Randy and Arianne felt as cold as if they've both been splashed with a tub of ice cold water. She stood there, frozen, as if she was planted on the floor, scared and worried. Again, it was Randy who kept his head in the situation. It's almost as if he had nerves of steel.

He closed the door behind him. "John, we need to talk."

"Damn right, we do." John said, still shocked.

Randy walked past him and grabbed the robe on the chair, then walked over to Arianne. He put the robe on her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

"I should go…" Arianne said.

"No, you're staying here." Randy said, "Just…stay in the bathroom for a while…get dressed. I'll take care of this."

"Are you sure?" She asked, "I could just leave…" She glanced over his shoulder, at John, who still looked shocked.

"I'm sure." He said, squeezing her shoulders. "Go on."

So she went to the bathroom and closed the door. She couldn't move further though. She just stood there behind the door, and listened to the two men talk. She couldn't help but cry as she did.