The shrill ringing of my phone startled me awake. I checked the name on the caller ID and my heart found its way into my throat.
"Who's calling you so early?" Randy muttered, still half-asleep.
"It's probably a wrong number." I replied as I pressed "ignore" and settled against Randy once again .
"You should answer it. It might be important if they're calling at 5 in the morning," Randy persisted. I kept an eye on my phone and was relieved to see it stop ringing. As soon as I was about to say that they stopped calling, a beep signifying a new voicemail interrupted me. "Told you it was important."
I grumbled as I got out of bed and grabbed my phone on the way out of my room. I sat down at the kitchen table and contemplated if I should even call my voicemail. After all, I knew who it was and I was in no hurry to hear from him.
"Who was it?"
I jumped slightly at the sound of Randy's voice. "I was right. It was a wrong number," I smiled at him. I got up and walked over to where he was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen and pecked him lightly on the lips. "Let's both go back to bed. I want to cuddle with you all I can before you have to fly out in a few more hours."
"Yeah, Vince McMahon and everyone else on the board have been calling me non stop since I didn't take the private flight home. I wish they didn't miss me. I would never leave here." Randy said.
"Well, fly home and then we'll figure things out." I said, taking his hand and leading him back into my room. "But, for now, I just want to be with you."
"I made this all happen, ya know,"
Krista came over right after I took Randy to the airport. He wasn't taking a private flight home which made me worried since dozens of people flocked after him. I think he could tell that I was feeling a bit out of place so he kissed me right in front of a tall, blonde bimbo. I felt a little better.
"Don't forget about me when you're off riding horses into the Jamaican sunset."
I laughed. "Jamaica? Really? That's so last year. We'd probably go somewhere totally exotic, like…somewhere over in Europe." I held one of Randy's shirts that I had coyly stolen out of his bag while he was showering, up to my face and breathed in. Even though we only spent 2 nights together, I was already comforted by his smell.
"Seriously though," Krista flopped down beside me on my black velvet couch, a Bacardi in hand. We decided that recent events required us to drink all day and not feel guilty about starting in the afternoon. "Call me all the time and get him to buy me plane tickets out to Missouri so I can come visit."
"Krista, who says I'm even moving out there?"
Krista rolled her eyes. "Oh please! You guys were made for each other. You should hear the way he talked about you to me and it was only a drunken hook up," She took a drink from the clear bottle and continued, "Besides, do I have to tell you how stupid you would be to not live with him?"
"This is all happening too quickly. If we do get together, it's going to end up badly. There wasn't even a "getting to know each other" period." I said.
"Lex, do you want to know what he said about you?" Krista asked, as she turned down the cd player. I knew she meant business.
I smiled just thinking about him.
"I think that's a yes," Krista replied. "As soon as I introduced myself and told him how I knew you, he told me everything. He said that he could already tell that you're not like all the other girls, that you weren't hanging all over him and looking for the money or the fame. You were sincere and beautiful and he just wanted to take care of you and protect you."
"It's too late to protect me." I said quietly.
"You have to let go of your past if you want to make this work with him. He was afraid that he'd never see you again so I had to bring him over," Krista sighed. "Just because guys fucked you over in the past doesn't mean you shouldn't give Randy a chance."
What Krista didn't realize was that Randy probably knew the guy that had put me through stuff that no one should have to go through. And that he was contacting me again.