I'm so glad that yall loved that last chapter! And everyone seemed happy with a boy, and I did have a reason of choosing a boy. It's mainly because, in real life, he has a daughter. And thanks to his new twitter account (which is verified by the WWE website), we kinda get an inside look at how he is like with his daughter (he tweets about her a lot). So I figured I go with a challenge and choose a boy.
Chapter 5- Fatal Attraction
Lora
"So, where are you and Casie going?" Randy asked, getting his clothes together to head to the gym at the arena with John.
It had been three days since my sonogram appointment. Three days since we were told, we were having a boy. And nothing, in three days, had been able to take the smile from my face. Wherever I had a spare moment, I was looking at the pictures from the ultrasound. The first picture of our son. And I knew for a fact, even though he's never mentioned it, that Randy had a copy of the photo tucked away in his wallet. Randy's words pulled me from my own thoughts, rubbing my fingers over my stomach. I looked up at him, smiling softly.
"She wants to be the first person to buy the baby something," I laughed. Randy smiled despite himself. I knew what he was thinking; that we had some of the best friends on this planet. John was already planning a trip to Disneyland when he was old enough, and Randy and I hadn't even decided on a name yet. Well, we really hadn't given it much thought. We have been too wrapped up in just baby news. I checked the clock, and realized it was time to meet Casie in the lobby.
"Well, I have to go," I said, reaching up to kiss him softly. "Adam is meeting me later. I'm not sure what he wants, though I'm sure he wants to go shopping. I'll see you at the arena for the show."
I turned to walk away, but Randy caught me by my arm, and pulled me back gently. I looked up at him, seeing his blue eyes staring down at me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I was tucked tightly to his frame. I heard him breathe in my hair. Then his whispered words met my ear. "Be careful."
I pulled away from him and ran my fingertips down his jaw line slowly, before turning away from him to walk out of the room. I smiled to myself the whole way down the elevator, and even after Casie and I met up, and were on our way to the shopping mall. Casie laughed, glancing at me from the drivers' seat.
"You're positively glowing today. Pregnancy suits you," Casie mused, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes through my own laughter.
We finally made it to the mall, and together, Casie and I made our way through the crowded building. Casie headed straight for the first children store she found. We wound in and out of all the racks of hanging clothes, and plenty of tables with the material folded neatly in its place. I heard Casie gasp, then collapse into giggles. I came up behind her, looking over her shoulder.
"What is so funny?" I asked, and Casie turned to me, holding up a white onesie in her hands. On the front, it had what was supposed to be a retro-diner sign from the sixties; and the sign read "Drink at Mom's" and then beneath that is said "Guaranteed Fresh, 24 Hours". I gaped at the shirt, laughter bubbling to the surface at the breast-feeding reference. I laughed even harder when Casie didn't put it back, and carried it around with her, intending for it to be her first purchase. Nothing else in the store appealed to either of us, so she bought the onesie, and we left for another store.
I hated for Casie to keep spending her money, but I couldn't stop her. And really, I knew how I was when Odera was on her way. I couldn't stop buying any thing that caught my eye. So, I followed quietly, injecting my opinion when asked, and watched as Casie loaded a basket down full of onesies, cute pants and several shoes.
"Lora, look at this," Casie said, holding a hanger out for me. And on that hanger was a Polo style, white button-down onesie. It had to be on of the cutest things I had ever seen. Casie riffled through the basket, and pulled out a pair of dark colored jeans and held the two, one on top of the other. "Tell who this looks like to you?"
I smiled at her, knowing exactly whom she was referring to. Because I had seen Randy in something nearly identical to that on many different occasions. Casie couldn't resist the outfit, and I had to admit, neither could I. That's why I bought four other Polo onesies in black, blue, red and light green, with jeans to go along with them. I wanted to go and show Randy now, but I knew I couldn't because I was supposed to meet Adam in less than fifteen minutes. And sure enough, my cell phone began ringing, and when I answered it, Adam told me he was right outside the children's store. I hugged, and thanked Casie for everything she bought for my son, and she went on to the arena.
"What did you get me?" Adam joked, resting his arm over my shoulder as we walked down the mall. I laughed and smacked him in the stomach. I stuck my hand into the bag, pulling out one of the Polo onesies, showing him.
"You can have it if you can fit into it," I retorted him, swinging the shirt on of the tips of my fingers. Adam raised an eyebrow at him.
"Don't doubt my skills, because I would certainly try." I gaped at him in mock-shock, and quickly replaced the onesie back into the bag. Adam laughed at me as he steered me into a men's clothing shop.
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I sighed, stretching my back out as I finished loading the last superstar's song. I grabbed the bags under my desk and stood to leave. I hadn't had time to run back to the hotel to drop off the new purchases. So, instead, I brought them with me to the arena. I walked down the hall heading for Randy's locker room. I pushed the door open and walked in. The only person I saw was Adam. I cocked my head at him in confusion.
"I thought the room would be empty," I said, knowing that John and Randy were up first of the event card. And now that I thought about it, I didn't remember loading Adam's music.
Adam shrugged. "I don't have a match tonight. So, I figured I hang out here, and watch the show. My dressing room is a little drafty."
I rolled my eyes and joined him on the couch. I had about fifteen minutes before I need to get back to my titantron room. And like always, I was in stitches from laughing. Adam always had a way at making me forget everything by his jokes. I looked at the clock on the wall, and sid my good-byes before I stood from the couch.
But I didn't make it to the door before it was opening. I looked up to see a woman, who I could tell was taller than me, with short, layered black hair that framed her face. She was dressed in tight blue jeans, and an equally tight long-sleeved gray tunic top that hugged her curves. I had never seen her before, though something seemed familiar about her; I just assumed that she was runner for the company. I smiled slightly at her, standing off to the side. She only had eyes for Adam though.
"Hello Adam," her voice, that sounded like greased silk. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam standing to his feet. I turned to get a better look, and saw the shock on his face.
"Jessica?" Well, apparently Adam knew this woman. I stepped backwards, trying to stay out of this obviously awkward reunion. But something about her put me on edge, no pun intended.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it baby?" she purred out at him. And the tone of her voice sent a chill up and down my spine. She still hadn't taken a step further in the room. She was still standing in front of the door. "You haven't called me in over four months."
It was like watching a tennis match. I would gaze at the woman named Jessica until she spoke, then turn my head to watch Adam's reaction and wait for his response. This time, his mouth was hanging open, as if he was at a loss for words. Adam ran his hands through his hair, stumbling for something to say.
"Look, Jessica… you're a great woman and everything, and I appreciate all the money you donated for the charity at the auction, but," I gasped at his words. This was the woman that had bought him at the auction. The woman he had slept with. I kept my gaze on the floor.
"I see you've been busy," Jessica said, then I had the feeling I was being stared at, and I looked up to see her icy stare, her brown eyes piercing me like a dagger. Then her eyes flicked to my stomach. And everything clicked for me. She thought I was with Adam, and that this was his baby. I took at step towards the door.
"Oh, I think you've got this all wrong," I said, and even as I spoke, she turned her whole body towards me. I rested my hands on my stomach, feeling like I was shielding my baby from the menacing attitude of this woman. "Adam and I are not together."
"I see, and the engagement was just a gift then?" Her gaze clearly on my left hand that rested on my belly, with the diamond ring on my finger. Her eyes switched to see Adam, then snapped back on my gaze. Her gaze caused me to take a step back. I noticed the clock on the wall; I was officially late for the show. I just hoped that David was taking control of the situation. "So, you both are calling me liar? I, personally, have you both out on the town; once several months back, when my friend and I flagged you down, and then today. Shopping for the precious baby."
And a memory came to my mind of a day, out shopping with Adam, and two girl fans had been following us. One was shorter, and the other tall; with black hair. My mouth fell open when I realized that this was the same woman. A cold chill shivered down my back as a horrible thought ran through my head.
"You… you were the one who has been sending Adam all of the 'gifts'," I accused, my eyes narrowing at her. I heard Adam's sharp shocked intake of air as he put two and two together. She smiled sinisterly, and a very skin-crawling laughter came from her lips.
"I hope you enjoyed the panties," she said, raising an eyebrow at Adam. "I was thinking of you when I wore them."
I had had enough. I huffed, and walked up to her, meeting her glare for glare. "Look, I don't know who you are, nor do I care. But I am not with Adam. I am engaged to, and pregnant by, Randy Orton. So, if you don't mind, I have to get to work," I demanded, and try to step around her. But when I stepped right, so did she. When I went left, she blocked me off. Then she reached behind her, and pulled something out from the waistband of her pants. I gasped and took several steps back.
"You're lies aren't working on me," she smiled darkly, waving the black, metal gun in front of her, as if it was a fan. "You are not leaving anywhere."
I stood, rooted to the floor, gaping at the woman wielding the gun. A hand grabbed me by my elbow; I turned to see Adam, trying to pull me back, and away from Jessica. We stood away from her, in front of the couch. I watched as she locked the door, and shoved a wooden chair under the doorknob, securing us in the room. I was now afraid. I could feel the fear pumping through my veins.
"You are crazy!" I called out, letting my fear and temper get the better of me. Which was the wrong thing to do. Her eyes snapped to mine, glaring a hole right into me. Adam stepped in front of me, blocking me from her line of vision.
"Crazy am I?" she laughed, brushing her short hair out of her face. She took a step towards, and held her arm out, aiming the gun right at my head. My heart dropped, and I tried not to make any noise. I saw her finger slip into the trigger holster. But, before she pulled the trigger, her arm lifted towards the sky, and shot the gun twice at the ceiling. I involuntarily screamed, and jumped backwards. My knees hit the seat of the couch, and I feel down to the cushions. Adam sat down next to me, and I knew he was still trying to protect me. My eyes went up to the ceiling, and saw the two holes that were caused by the bullets. "Next time, I won't miss."
"What do you want?" Adam demanded, trying to hide the fear in his voice. I was trying to think of anything else than being locked inside a room with a psychotic woman with a gun. I wrapped my arms tighter around my belly.
"Well, I wanted you, baby," Jessica said sitting in a chair next to the door. This was not good. She was making herself comfortable. She propped her elbows on her knees, still holding the gun. She wasn't aiming it at any one, but I knew she wouldn't have a problem in changing that. "But you broke my heart. At first, I thought this was going to work out. You accept my gifts, and I had never been happier when I saw you wearing them. You see, I had this vision of us. We would meet, and you would fall in love with me, as I would be with you. Then we'd marry and travel together for a while. You know, before we decided to have children.
"When I bought you at the auction, made you mine, I could have sworn that our happy ending was on its way. That magical night, where it was just you and me. You wanted it as much as I did. But I knew we couldn't go out and tell everyone about us. I knew you would need some time to get things ready for me to travel with you. I didn't give her a second thought because, especially after our night together, I knew; I knew that if you were still with her, you wouldn't be for long. That's why I sent you the panties, and the pictures of me in them. I didn't want you to get lonely without me by your side.
"But I waited, and waited for your call. It never came. I just figured that you were having a hard time convincing Vince to let me come with you. I spilled my heart out to you in that letter I wrote to you, reminding you of our mutual love. I thought for sure, when you got that, I would find you on my doorstep. But no; still nothing, no phone call, to written reply. Nothing. That's when I came looking for you. I knew the next stop would be here in Florida, so I didn't hesitate. I was dying to see you.
"And what do I find when I finally see you again? You, walking arm and arm with her, in the mall. Shopping for children's clothes. I couldn't believe it. I didn't understand why you were still with her. You loved me; you proved it the night of the auction. So, you have to be playing the part of the gentlemen."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Adam said, his voice cracking from the emotions he was feeling. I tried to bury myself deeper into the leather couch. Jessica laughed again.
"Stop playing dumb, sweetie. I know you are only staying with her because of the baby. You are too good of a person to leave her. It just breaks my heart that I had to find out this way. That you didn't trust me enough with this news," Jessica sighed, resting her chin in a hand that was still propped on her knee. Then she shook her head, smiling at Adam. "But don't worry. I'm willing for forgive and, well, not quite forget." I didn't mistake when her eyes flicked towards me.
Loud booms came from behind Jessica, sitting in front of the doors. Then the booms were joined by loud voices. Two voices that I knew very well; voices that I would recognize in my sleep. John and Randy were outside the door. It just now dawned on me that people must have heard the gunshots ring out earlier. I saw Jessica stand up from her chair, staring at the door. Then I heard something that made my heart jump, and emotion run fresh in my veins.
"Lora! Are you in there?" Randy yelled through the door. I tried to jump up from the couch, but Jessica turned on her heel, and once again, aimed the gun straight at me. I froze in my tracks, my gaze locked on the cold steel in her hand.
"I hate to be interrupted!" she screeched out, to no one in particular. This was the first time we were seeing her lose her composure. She was devolving, fast. Her head snapped back towards, a wild gleam in her eye. "You, go to the door, and tell him to leave. But touch the doorknob, or the chair, and you're dead."
I panicked. I just wanted to be with Randy, and now I was being made to tell him to leave. Nevertheless, I had no choice; she was still aiming the gun at me. I slowly stood up, and carefully made my way towards the door. I placed my palms flat against the wood of the door, and the stone of the wall. I took a deep breath, and called out through the door.
"Randy, yeah, I'm here," I said, trying not to sound like I was scared out of my mind, though I was. I pressed myself closer to the wall, knowing that Randy was just on the other side. I heard the door handle jiggle roughly.
"Lora, what's going on? Open the door!" I heard the worry and concern in Randy's voice, and it broke my heart. I didn't have a clue on how I was going to get out of this, and get back to Randy. I laid my forehead on the door.
"I can't, Randy. Adam has company," I knew that I wasn't allowed to say what was going on, mainly because there was a gun aimed at the back of my head, warning me about what I was allowed to say. But I hoped that Randy would get that Adam's "company" was the obsessed woman he had heard stories of. "I need you to leave. Just go stay in John's locker room."
The doorknob stopped moving for a fraction of a minute, and I jumped back when, apparently, Randy slammed his fist against the door. He was getting angry. "Damn it, Lora, I am not leaving!"
I noticed movement from behind me, and I turned my head to see Jessica aiming the gun, not at me, but at the door. This door might be fist proof, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't bulletproof. Jessica then whispered a message for me. "You get him to leave, or I'll shoot."
"Randy!" I begged, slapping my hand against the door. I was losing it. I didn't care how panicked I sounded, or the fact that tears were forming in my eyes. This situation was just getting to be too much. "Please! Go on to John's room. For me? I promise I'll be okay." I hated to make a promise that I wasn't sure I would be able to keep. But if it got him to leave, I didn't care. I heard the soft thump, and I guessed that he was giving up, and had laid his forehead against the door. I sighed, knowing he would do what I asked of him. I swallowed the lump in the throat, as I wished like hell I could see him, and not just the tears in my eyes. "I love you, Randy."
"That's enough!" Jessica yelled, and she grabbed a handful of my hair, and yanked me away from the door. I screamed in pain, and went with her motions, to lessen the pull of my hair. She pushed me back onto the couch, staring down at me in disgust. "I don't know why you just put on that show for my benefit. It's not going to help you."
I glared up at her, my temper flaring up through my fear. And if it hadn't had been for Adam's hand on my shoulder, I would have popped off at her. Adam stood up and stood in front of Jessica; and inadvertently, cutting me off from her sight. I rested my hand on the cushion beside me, trying to pull myself up on the couch. I heard Adam talking to her, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. First, he was whispering, and second, I was to distracted by what my hand at landed on beside me. I looked down to see Randy's bottle of baby oil under my fingers. The snap-top bottle full of his show oil. Then a planned formed in my head. And I hoped like hell that Adam would catch on as soon as I moved; because there was only one shot at this.
I quietly moved my fingers up the bottle, keeping my eyes trained on Adam's back. I slid the cap under my leg, so when I snapped the bottle open, the sound wouldn't tip Jessica off. Once the lid was off, I got into position, and waited. I had the bottle comfortable in my hand, ready for any opening to aim. As I watched Adam's back, I noticed that he had moved to the side, and her face was in clear view. I also noticed that the gun slack in her hand. I took my chance. I aimed quickly, and squeezed with everything I had. I watched as the stream of oil flew the few feet in front of me, and hit its target. Oil went in Jessica's eyes, and all over her face. I sat frozen on the couch, and waited for Adam to catch on. She screamed out in rage, as she tried to wipe the mess from her eyes. He chanced a glance at me, and I waved frantically at Jessica; and finally, he moved.
Adam grabbed the wrist that was holding the gun, and spun her around, holding her arm tight behind her back. She screamed again, this time in pain and surprise. He tugged at her arm, capturing her other, also forcing it behind her back. I kept my eyes glued to the action, and waiting to move. Adam must have doubled his strength on her wrist because I heard the gun hit the floor when it slipped from her hand. I watched as Adam kicked the gun away, and it slid across the room. And I ran. I got to the door, throwing the chair out of the way, fumbled with the lock on the door, and yanked it open. I didn't look back, because I knew that Adam could handle her. I tried to run down the hall, but I didn't make it ten steps behind arms closed around me.
I looked up to see Randy's face staring down at me. And I broke down. The tears came freely now, with renewed force as I threw my arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. He buried his face into my hair, and held me as I cried. "I'm sorry! I didn't want you to go away, but she…. She had a gun aimed at you, through the door, and I had to make you leave. I tried to explain to her, that Adam and I weren't together, and I had nothing to do with it, but she wouldn't listen!"
Words were tumbling out of my mouth, against Randy's throat. I couldn't stop them. My knees were close to giving way. Randy tightened his arms around me, placing kisses on my ear and in my hair. "It's okay, baby. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're not hurt."
He moved his arms to my shoulders, and supporting most of my weight, he led me away from that room.
A/N
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