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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 23

Carla walked around backstage Smackdown! still fuming from what had happened earlier with John. She could not believe that her boyfriend wouldn't fire his ex. He knew how uncomfortable this would make her, yet he didn't care. She wanted to meet this girl. She had to see what was so special about her.

She shook her head. She was at work now and she had to forget about her personal life for now. Randy was making an appearance on Smackdown! tonight and she wanted to go over his promo with him before but she couldn't find him. She let out a frustrated sigh. Randy had also been acting a bit strange lately. He was more…distracted than usual. She quickened her pace when she saw Adam standing down the hall. "Adam!" She yelled, getting his attention.

Adam turned around from his conversation with John Morrison and let out a groan as he rolled his eyes. Once Carla was standing in front of the two men, she looked pointedly at John Morrison, telling him silently to get lost. Adam shook his head at the bitch standing in front of him. "John, you may want to leave now, before this witch puts a spell on you." John chuckled and told Adam he'd see him later before leaving.

Carla glared at him, her lips pursed in anger. "Very funny,"

Adam smirked cockily and crossed his arms over his chest. "Thank you, it is a gift." They continued to glare at each other before Adam looked at her expectantly. "What do you want Cruella DeVille?"

She glared at him at the mention of the affectionate nickname he always called her. "Bite me."

He smiled sweetly at her. "No, why don't you bite me? No, actually on second thought, don't. I really don't want rabies."

Carla rolled her eyes at the man's immature behavior. "I'm not here to trade insults with you. Have you seen Randy?"

"You know, I did see him. He was looking for you, he was at the strip club." He joked; he couldn't help himself.

She cocked her head to the side. Adam was the most infuriating man she had ever met. "Where did you really see him Adam?"

Adam put his hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok, you're right he wasn't there. But he really was looking for you."

She waited for him to continue. "Ok, where?" She asked, annoyed.

Adam smiled. "I told him he might want to check on the yellow brick road, that's where I last saw you, you were telling Dorothy you wanted your red shoes back." He said referring to her as the wicked witch of the west.

Her eyes darkened. "Forget it, I'll find him myself."

"Bye!" He yelled after her. "Oh and when you see John tell him I got more of that anti-bitch spray he asked me about. Seems he's got a bitch on his back he can't get rid of." Adam laughed as he turned around and headed to his locker room. As much as he disliked Carla and being around her, it actually allowed him to brush up on his insults. "I've still got it." He said to himself as he walked down the hall.

Paige giggled as Randy lightly bit her neck. "Randy, stop!" She said, lightly pushing him away. They had gone to Randy's room not long ago so Randy could take a shower and change for Smackdown! and he offered to give Paige a ride. His mouth moved up to her ear and she squealed. "Randy, if you keep that up you're going to be late." She mumbled as her eyes closed slowly and her arms unconsciously wound around neck.

"But you taste so good," He whispered into her ear. After a couple more minutes of teasing, he took a step back and smiled at her. He walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a shirt, pulling it over his head. He turned back to face Paige and saw her pouting. "Aw come on, you were right, I have to get to work." She made a face but nodded nonetheless. After Randy pulled on his dress shoes, he looked up. "Ready?" She nodded and pressed one last kiss to his lips before they walked out of this hotel room.

Earlier, Paige had called John and informed him that she would meet him at the arena; she had alternate transportation. John, like Randy, had an appearance on Smackdown!

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" Randy asked as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

She looked up and smiled. "Thank you." She said simply. She was wearing tight dark wash skinny jeans, a gray cashmere sweater with her sleeves pushed up on her forearm and Jessica Simpson, black mock penny loafer peep toe pump with a five inch wooden heel.

They arrived at the arena and Randy was immediately swept away by some stagehands that told him his assistant was looking for him. She made her way to catering so she could sit down with a bottle of water and go through her email and see if she could schedule some events for John.

She wasn't alone for long though because someone had just sat down at the table with her. She looked up and smiled at Dave. "Hey you," She said, putting her phone down on the table. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a meeting with the boss earlier, thought I'd stick around and watch the show." He said as she nodded in understanding. "So, how have you been?"

She looked at him strangely, wondering what he was up to. "I've been ok, though I did just find out that I was the last one to know John had a girlfriend." She said, looking at him pointedly.

He chuckled. "Hey, don't look at me. I don't get mixed up in people's drama." He paused before letting his laughter taper off and a smile stay on his face. "Though I am curious…What's going on with you and Randy?" Sure Randy had already told him, but he wanted to hear what Paige had to say.

She tilted her head to the side in mock confusion. "What do you mean?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh come on, don't bullshit me." When she still didn't elaborate he let out a sigh. "Fine don't tell me, I'm just warning you, if something is going on, you may want to tell John before he finds out on his own. You think you were hurt when he didn't tell you about Carla? He's going to feel double betrayed because you are both his friends." He said, before standing up and walking off, leaving her something to think about.

She let out a sigh. He was right. They had to tell John before he found out on his own. That didn't mean it was going to be easy though.