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Chapter 10-

I woke up the next morning feeling disoriented and it took me a minute to figure out why; I wasn't in my hotel room. As my eyes adjusted to the soft light that filtered through the thin curtains across the room, everything that had happened last night came flooding back to me. I nearly sighed out of content from the happiness I was feeling. I did note that I was pleased to find I was wearing all my clothes. Rolling over, my eyes landed on tattooed shoulders of Randy. I let my eyes skim over his broad shoulders, following the intricate designs that I would eventually ask him the meanings behind. As I watched his back muscles flex with each breath he took. My eye caught the elastic of his boxers peeking out from the sheet draped across his waist. I looked back up to his face. He had his head turned in my direction. I smirked at him; he was so adorable when he was sleeping. There was no scowl on his face and no crease in his brow; his face was perfectly smooth and serene of any troubling emotion. His lips were parted just slightly, tempting me crazily. I could stare at Randy sleeping like this forever. He seemed so peaceful and untroubled.

I crawled out of bed and snuck into the bathroom. I almost laughed when I saw the shape my hair was in. It was a mess. I looked around for a hair brush, but then realized that a man that virtually has no hair wouldn't need a hair brush. I did the best I could with my fingers, untangling and combing through the knots. I examined my face, and made swipes under my eyes with my fingers to remove eyeliner stains. I saw a small travel bag sitting on the sink counter and I just flipped up the lid, finding a razor with extra cartridges, toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream; everything Randy needs on the go. I finally found what I was hunting for; I unscrewed the cap swished some mouth wash around my mouth a bit, hoping he wouldn't mind. I know I certainly wouldn't if Randy had gone to the trouble of getting rid of morning breath for me.

I left the bathroom and crept back to the bed, feeling a bit more like myself, and slid back under the covers. But as soon as I touched the bed it seemed, Randy began to stir. He rolled over, groaning, stretching, and opened his eyes and looked at me sleepily. I couldn't help but smirk at him. He looked so childish when he did that. Like he was offended at the sun for daring to get in his eyes.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," I cooed, smiling down at him as I propped up on one elbow. He just groaned in response, grabbing the pillow from under his head, and pulling it to hold over his eyes. I laughed. "Oh, don't be such a baby."

But that was a mistake. His arms snaked out too fast for me to get away. I squealed in laughter and he growled at me, holding me by my waist, and soon I was pinned down on the bed and he was on top. He kept his full weight off me by propping on elbows, but enough was on me to keep me wedged on the bed. I tried pushing on his shoulders, but I wasn't giving it too much of an effort; I was laughing too hard to do much of anything.

"Okay!" I said. "I'm sorry I called you a baby!" Randy's growling turned to laughter as he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine.

And just like last night, my whole body reacted. I knew this feeling would never fade. No matter if I was with Randy twenty-four hours or twenty-four years; I knew it would never be any different for me. My mind would always freeze up, and all I would be able to think about would be Randy. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, drawing designs with my fingers on his back. I was out of breath when he pulled away, but I didn't want him too. I never wanted him too.

But then he started smacking his lips lightly, with a weird look on his face. He looked down at me and asked, "Cool Mint?"

I gaped at him. Damn, I thought, he was good. I nodded at him softly. "I hope you don't mind. I found it in the bathroom."

But Randy started laughing at me, shaking his head. I guessed that it was okay, I thought. He rolled off me and went to the bathroom himself and I couldn't help myself but watch him go. He was absolutely perfect. Those arms, that back, and don't get me started on his legs. They were my favorite part. I felt my body heat up just thinking about his body. And I wondered why he chose me over all those other girls he could have. Not that I'm complaining, heavens no. I am completely ecstatic that he did. But it just seems like he could do better. Not that I would ever let him know that. I'm happy that he chose me.

Randy came back and joined me in the bed. I snuggled up next to him, laying my head on his chest. It seems that Randy had done some of his own freshening up while he was in the bathroom. I could smell the fresh Armani cologne on him. I smiled to myself as I buried my head into his chest. He knew I loved that scent. I couldn't tell you how long we were in bed, and to be honest, I wouldn't want too. It was the most time we had spent together, uninterrupted, and we spent it laughing and talking, kissing, and when he challenged me to a wrestling match, I won; now, he could have let me win, but that's beside the point.

"We're going to have to leave the room sometime," I said, without any heart behind it. We were taking a breaking from championship matches to get back in each other's arms.

"Not necessarily," Randy countered, running his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. We both knew that that was not possible. Not for us anyway.

"John and Casie will come looking, if not already," I reasoned. I knew that this would get him. Randy would want to tell John about last night, as I want to spill my guts to Casie. It's funny how when something horrific and depressing happens to you, you don't want to talk about it, but if something great and tremendous, something like this, happens, you want to scream it from the rooftops; well, at least spill it to your best friend.

"Fine," Randy pouted, "if you want to leave me that badly." I smirked at him and kissed his pouting bottom lip. I watched as Randy slid out of bed, and reached out for my hand. I laughed and let him drag me out of bed and to the door.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway and Randy wrapped his arms around me tightly, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "I'll miss you."

I shivered as his breathe tickled my ear. I grasped both sides of his face and started planting kisses on his ear, his cheek, his jaw, his chin, until I got to his lips.

"I'll miss you too," I whispered back, brushing my lips against his, before kissing him softly. I didn't deepen the kiss, because I knew if I did, I wouldn't want to leave. Short, but sweet I told myself. I broke away from him and stepped back. He smirked at me and shut the door. I sighed to myself and turned to walk to my room and stopped short. There was Casie standing at the end of the hall. She had seen everything.

oo

I was sitting in Vince McMahon's office later that afternoon waiting on him to get there. I had no clue on why he needed to see me. That was one of the things Casie had told me, was that I had an important meeting with Vince McMahon before the bigger meeting with all of the newly drafted Superstars. It was awkward to say the least when Casie had caught me sneaking out of Randy's room, in my pajamas, with no shoes, and no purse, no nothing. It would have been obvious to anyone who saw me to know what situation I was in. But I didn't give Casie many details. All I told her was that Randy and I were sort of together. I don't even think that we had even declared it with ourselves yet, so I didn't feel right labeling it until I talked to Randy. But I promised Casie that we would get together later tonight after all the meetings and have sort of a girl's night. Rent some movies and paint our nails and just be girly. And talk about the boys, John and Randy. That seemed to placate her for the moment, and here I am, worried that I have done something wrong.

Just then, the door swung open and Vince walked in, and I nearly gasped. Right behind him, was Jake. Was this about yesterday? Was Jake trying to get Randy in trouble over protecting me from this oaf? Over my dead body, I thought. I stiffened in my seat and refused to look at Jake. I could play the same games if Jake wanted to take that road.

"Good afternoon Miss Pierce," Vince said, smiling at me as he took his seat behind his big desk.

"Hello, Mr. McMahon," I said, smiling my brightest smile, trying not to let on that my heart was beating a mile a minute.

"Well, let's get down to business," he said, and began to shuffle some papers, and I fidgeted in my seat. "Lora, would you like to press charges against Jake Hager for his actions yesterday?"

That threw me off. I thought that I was brought here for Jake trying to hurt Randy. But someone must have told Vince about what had happened and he was taking action. But I didn't get a chance to answer, the door swung open from behind and Randy stormed in. I got momentarily caught up in his good looks, from his dark wash jeans to his plain tight white t-shirt.

"Randy," Vince said, shocked, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for Lora." And he pulled up a chair next to mine, and sat in between me and Jake. I had to admit that I felt better now that I had the warmth of Randy's body next to mine; it always made me feel better. Vince raised an eyebrow at Randy and I felt like I was missing out on an inside joke between the two, because Randy rolled his eyes at him.

"Anyway, Lora," Vince turned his attention back to me, "your answer, please."

I thought about it. What would happen if I did press charges? It would severely damage his career and it would severely look bad on the company. And he really didn't do anything. I didn't like the guy, I couldn't stand being in the same room with him, but I couldn't cause this much drama.

"No." Randy's head snapped in my direction.

"Lora?"

"No," I repeated, "I will not press charges on him." And for the first time I looked over at Jake. He was looking at me in shock. Like he couldn't believe it. I heard Vince clear his throat and I looked over at him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Lora, what about yesterday?" Randy insisted.

I held up my hand at him. "I can't be responsible for ending someone's career Randy. No matter how despicable, sleazy and nasty they are. I'm just not that way."

I stared into his eyes. I knew how much he hated Jake. But he just had to see it my way. If it was up to him to end someone's career, he wouldn't be able to swing the axe so quickly. I tried to cast my thoughts through my eyes, willing Randy to see them. Finally, Randy sighed and grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze before turning to Vince.

"Fine, but I don't want him ever to step foot on to a Raw arena again. He is a Smackdown wrestler anyway. There is no need for him to be here. I'm not a jealous man. I'm not. But can you blame me for not wanting to have that man anywhere around my girlfriend? I'll kill him."

His voice was threateningly slow and soft. And it made me shiver. Not at the death threat he had just issued at the man seating just at his left. But, at the fact that he, Randy Orton, just admitted to our boss that we were together. Using the word "girlfriend". He had just made it official in front of one of the most powerful men in the world. I could feel the heat and blood rush to my cheeks and spread all over my face.

Vince nodded. "That seems reasonable. I see no reason for him to have to come to a Raw arena unless asked by me. I foresee no crossovers for him again in the near future. Jake," and Vince turned to face him, as did I, "I hope you're not going to have any problems with this?" There was an undertone in his voice that said that if Jake had had a problem, it wouldn't have mattered.

"No sir." Jake never once looked at me. He acted like it took all of his pride to just be in the room with me. In all honesty, it probably did.

I did feel bad for him, though. I had led him on in the beginning. But that was only to make Randy angry. I had given him the wrong idea. I had made him think he stood a chance; which he never stood a chance, not against Randy. And now, he had to hear it from Randy himself that we were together. But then he opened his mouth.

"But can I just say something before I go?" Jake asked, as he stood up, sneering at me. I felt Randy tense beside me, and I sensed Vince's eyes on me. All my feelings of sympathy flew out of the window as I stared at the cold hearted look on his face. I motioned for him to continue and crossed my arms on my chest.

"I just want to say that I feel like I dodged a bullet with you, Lora," Jake began. His words caused a bubble of laughter to claw at my throat. I felt the exact same way about him. "Lord knows how many guys you would have gotten with behind my back." As he said that, he shook a hand towards Randy.

I felt Randy move behind me, but I held out an arm to stop him. I didn't want to say what I was about to say for many reasons. One, it was really mean of me; I was not a mean person and I hated intentionally hurting someone. And two, I was about to give Randy something to hold over my head that he would be able to tease me with. But, I gritted my teeth and got on with it.

"You know Jake; I'm going to be sorry to see you gone. Who else am I going to use to irritate Randy when I'm mad at him?" I thought out loud, placing a hand on my cheek in thought. I felt the shift in atmosphere immediately. Vince busied himself with paperwork and started making whispered phone calls. But the only person I could see clearly was Jake. He had his head cocked to the side in confusion. "I'm sorry Jake, but the only reason I started flirting with you in the first place was because I knew it would piss Randy off. If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't my idea." I smiled brightly at him. He stood there gaping at me for a minute or more, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard, before turning a dangerous shade of red and storming from the room.

"Was that too hateful?" I asked Randy, turning around to look at him. He had a blank expression on his face. And I suddenly got worried if I had upset him. "I'm sorry."

He looked me in the eye, studying my expression. "You were using him to get to me?" I simply nodded. There was nothing else I could add with words. "So, you didn't, at any point, think about going out with him?"

"Oh, God no," I said, shaking my head, furiously. "I even told Casie, whose idea this was, that if he started talking dating, I was out of there."

I watched as Randy's carefully protected emotions broke apart and a smile graced his face. I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me tight to him. He buried his face in my hair, breathing deeply.

"Girlfriend?" I whispered against his chest, unable to contain the smile the word brought to my face. Randy pulled back; just to smirk down at me.

"Sorry to out us to the boss, but I was a little angry at the time." I believed he knew that I cared who he told, especially Vince. But I didn't. I was thrilled he told him. He was proud of who he claimed as his girlfriend.

"So, I can go to the Diva's locker room, and tell them all that my boyfriend is off limits?" I teased, though, now that I thought about it, I was seriously considering it. If I ever did, I would definitely take Casie with me. I felt Randy's arms tighten around me.

"You could go on a live Raw show and tell all the women in the world if you wanted too," he whispered. I giggled softly against his chest. Think of all the hate mail, I mused.

"I don't think I could break the hearts of millions," I teased him, kissing his cheek.

"You're too nice," Randy thought out loud, absent-mindedly pushing some of my hair behind my ear. I heard a click come from somewhere behind us and someone clear their throat, and I shot from Randy's arms like a bullet from a gun. I had totally forgotten about Mr. McMahon still in the room, making phone calls. Having Vince know about Randy and I was one thing. Showing him was another thing that I wasn't entirely comfortable with.

Randy still had his arms half-extended, confused on why I shot from his arms. I knew my face was an embarrassing shade of red and all I wanted was to leave the room, but that was not possible. There was still the larger meeting after this. I looked to Vince, and was horrified to see that he was smirking. Now was a time when I wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow me.

"Randy, I would like to speak with Lora, privately, before the next meeting, if that's alright?" Vince asked.

"Yes sir," Randy said, and left the room without another word. And I braced myself.

"Lora, I just wanted a quick word with you before everyone else got here. I just wanted to let you know how well you're doing on your job. I haven't seen anyone do it as well as you in a long time. And I just want to let you know that you are appreciated for your work."

I stared, wide-eyed, and slightly opened mouthed at him. That was not what I had expected. Vince McMahon had personally thanked me for my hard work. I couldn't believe it.

"I… Thank you. So much." I knew I sounded stupid, but I didn't care, really. I couldn't control the output of words right now and that was all I could form together.

"Oh, and sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong, I see that you and Mr. Orton seem to get along much better these days." All I could do was nod. I had come to the conclusion that I had the type of blushing that cut off speech entirely. "I've seen all of kinds of things over the years in this business, Miss Pierce. I've had the pleasure to know some really great men, and then there are those that crop up that make you hate coming to work. But I can say, without a doubt, that Randy is a dedicated man, very caring and passionate. You two will be good for each other."

oo

I walked to Casie's hotel room with my bag later that night. My head was so full of things to tell her that I didn't know where to begin, I was just glad that we had all night. I knocked on the door and I barely got two raps of my knuckles on the wood before the door swung open. Casie grabbed me by the hand and dragged me inside.

"Nice to see you too," I laughed, sitting my bag down and hopped on the bed. She rolled her eyes at me and joined me on the bed.

"I want to know everything. You and Randy are giving me whiplash," she said, but I saw the amusement in her eyes. "One minute you hate each other, the next you're friends, and more hate, and now… I don't even know what I saw. Spill."

I laughed at her, because she was right. Randy and I had changed so often in the past few weeks it was insane. But before I began to tell anything, I grabbed up my bag and emptied its contents out for her to see. I had five or six different bottles of fingernail polish, nail files, cotton balls, chocolate bars, and a hand full of my favorite movies; all of which star my favorite actor. Casie thumbed through the movies, eyeing the titles.

"Are these all… Johnny Depp movies?" she asked. I nodded proudly. I had a grand amount of his movies and had to pick just a few to bring with me on tour. Casie looked up at me and smiled.

"I knew there was a reason we were best friends." And she popped in Sleepy Hollow. We got caught up in talking about the brilliance that is Johnny Depp that we got off topic of Randy for a while. But that was okay. We were having a great time ogling Johnny on the screen.

Once we had freshly painted toenails and fingernails, and had eaten our weight in chocolate, we stretched out on the bed, watching the second Johnny Depp movie, Pirates of the Caribbean.

"So," Casie said, turning on her side to face me, "you and Randy?"

"Well," I began, not really knowing where to begin. I told her about going to his room last night, and how he pulled me into his arms, and how we kissed. And I described it to her. How I feel when he's near me and when he touches me. And then I told her about the meeting today with Vince and what Randy had said, and how he had acted.

"Wow, he said that to Vince?" Casie asked, and I nodded. "Wow."

"So yeah," I said, summing it up, "Randy and I are, officially, together." It felt weird to say that. A good weird. I didn't realize I was smiling until Casie laughed softly at me.

"He makes you happy?" Casie asks, though it sounded more like a statement. I nodded dreamily. "Good, and you let him know that if he hurts you, that he will have me to deal with."

I shuddered remembering a time when Randy had said that he didn't want to get on her bad side, after witnessing her got after Maryse. I smirked at Casie.

"Are you happy with John?" I countered. That threw her off guard, and I saw the blush creep up her cheeks.

"I..uh.. yes," she stammered.

"Good," I smiled, "Then you can tell John the same thing."

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