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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 20

Randy whistled as he walked out of his locker room, his bag thrown over his shoulder. The night had gone great, he'd won his match and interfered in John's flawlessly. He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to get back to Paige. He smiled at the thought of her; he knew that this just wasn't some casual relationship for him, this was turning into something big. She was always on his mind and he just wished she would feel comfortable enough with herself to just go public with their relationship.

"Hey! Randy!" He heard being yelled from behind him. He turned around and waved when he saw John.

"Hey man, what's up?" Randy asked, readjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"Have you seen Paige? I've been looking for her everywhere." John said, rubbing the back of his neck. Randy noted that he looked extremely nervous and he understood why.

"Yeah, she headed back to the hotel like an hour ago."

"Oh." He said a bit disappointed. "Was she ok? Sick?"

Randy sighed and rubbed his face. "Listen man, she…she knows about Carla. She was upset."

John's face fell. "She knows?" Randy nodded in confirmation. "But, how?"

"She came to tell you your match was next and she saw you making out with her."

John let his head fall back on his shoulders and he used both his hands to cover his face. "Shit."

"Sorry, but I told you this would happen." Randy couldn't help but add.

John just glared at his friend. "Thanks for your sympathy."

Randy shrugged as if to say, sorry but it's true. "Well I'll see you later. Good luck." He said slapping his friend on the back before heading to the garage. He definitely felt bad for John, he had definitely got himself in a big mess but…what did he expect Randy to do about it?

He let out a sigh as he checked his phone to see what Paige's new room number was. He smiled when he saw it, realizing she was only a couple of doors from his own room. He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to spend time with his girl.

Paige walked out of the bathroom feeling slightly refreshed. After moving all her stuff out of John's room and into a new room, she immediately hopped in the shower, hoping it would somehow wash away her thoughts. She changed into a pair of black leggings and a big baggy t-shirt. She watched TV from the couch as she combed through her wet hair and put it into a braid. Once she was done, she stretched out across the couch and looked at the clock, wondering when Randy was going to get here. Over the past week that they'd spent time together, she'd really found herself attached to him. Usually, if she wasn't with John, she'd be with Randy, and sometimes Dave, but Randy was her main man these days. She had just closed her eyes to get some rest before Randy arrived, when there was a knock on the door.

She got up and opened it; she wasn't surprised to see Randy, he was after all the only one that knew she was staying here. She smiled as he dropped his bag at the door and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the couch. She giggled as he laid several kisses across her face. "Stop! Stop!" She yelled playfully as she pushed herself into the back of the couch in an unsuccessful attempt to escape his lips.

"I don't want to." He said, continuing his assault.

"Randy," She groaned in fake annoyance as she used her hands on his hair to lift his head.

"Hey, hey, hey." He said, putting his hands on her to take them off his hair. "Watch the hair." She rolled her eyes at him but smiled.

"Have I told you how fantastic you are lately?" She asked Randy as she placed a small peck on his smiling lips.

He looked up thoughtfully as if he was thinking about it. "You know, I'm not sure you have. I mean, other people have, but not you."

She laughed and punched him lightly. "Well, you are fantastic."

"And have I told you how stunningly beautiful you are lately?" He asked and smiled at her blush.

"Randy, that's not true." She said, putting her hand to her cheek in an attempt to cool herself off. His hand pushed her hand away, replacing it.

"Please, you are the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." He said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears. "And don't argue with me, it's true."

She smiled slightly. "Well then, thank you very much. No one has ever told me that before."

"Well then I must say it more often." He said before leaning forward to touch his lips with hers. Her eyes slowly drooped closed as the kiss went on longer and got deeper. She sighed into his mouth as he leaned her back on the couch, his body hovering over hers. Her arms wound around his neck, pushing her mouth tighter to his. Randy groaned when he realized he had better stop now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find the strength to pull away. He slowly pulled his lips away from hers, placing a couple more pecks on her lips before she opened her eyes and smiled dreamily up at him. "We should probably stop."

She nodded in understanding. "Yeah, you're right." Randy pushed himself up on his knees , pulling Paige into a sitting position before he sat on his butt, pulling her closer to him. She sighed in content as she wrapped an arm around his midsection and rested her head on his shoulder. "This is nice."

"Yeah, it is," He agreed. He looked around the room, taking everthing in. He was so happy. He was at the top of his career, he was the man that every guy in the WWE wanted to beat, he had great friends and family and he had a beautiful, smart girl cuddled up next to him right at this moment.

"Want to watch a movie?" She asked softly as she glanced up at him. He nodded, and grabbed the remote that was right next to him and flipped through the channels before they found a movie they both wanted to watch.

John yawned as he approached his hotel room door with his key in hand. After finding out from Randy that Paige had already left the arena for the hotel, he had waited for Carla before they left. He walked her to her room and they shared a couple kisses in her room, because she was still anti-pda, before he claimed to be too tired and retreated to his own room.

He opened the door, setting his bag down next to the door. He walked into the room slowly, expecting to be hit with a flying object. His eyebrows crossed in confusion when Paige was no where to be seen. He glanced around the room and the bathroom and noticed all of her stuff was gone. He slumped on the bed with a thud as he groaned while running his hands over his face.

He knew she was going to be a little upset when she found out he had a girlfriend but he didn't expect her to be this mad. She moved out? Had what he done really been that bad? He was just trying to find a way to break it to her. He laughed at himself, the way that sounded, as if she was still in love with him. He knew he loved her and probably always would but it was obvious she was over him.

He shook his head when he thought about his situation. If this was Paige's reaction, he couldn't even imagine what Carla's was going to be. Paige was smart, beautiful, understanding, forgiving…His thoughts trailed off as he listed all the good things about Paige. If Paige was all those things, Carla was the exact opposite, except the beauty thing, Carla was definitely pretty…but not as gorgeous as Paige. His eyes widened. What was wrong with him? Sure Paige was his ex but Carla was his current girlfriend and he should not be thinking about his ex like that. He thought about going to search for Paige right now to explain, or to go to Carla and tell her before she found out from someone else but as he looked at the clock, the only thing he felt like doing was taking a shower before heading off to bed. And that's exactly what he did.

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