When I got to Randy's house in Orlando, everything was set up as if we were having a romantic candlelight dinner.

I almost immediately regretted informing Stewart and Stephen about my dinner date with him, because before I had the chance to object, their cameras were being set up all over the house, ready to catch some action.

"Nothing is going to happen," I assured Stephen as I knocked on the large wooden door.

"Sure," he chuckled.

I was about to turn back and argue when the door in front of me opened, and a bright-faced Randy Orton appeared. He was dressed so nicely, it honestly made my heart skip a few beats.

"How many times does your heart have to stop beating before you need to go see a doctor?"

"Welcome to my place," he greeted as I stepped inside and we exchanged a quick hug.

"It's gorgeous." I looked around in amazement.

"I mean, it's obvious that Randy gets paid a lot for what he does...but this house? I mean, this house." I had to stop and shake my head. "It's probably four times the size of mine, and who knows how long until he's ready to get a different one."

"You like it? I feel like it needs a lot more work done out in the yard."

Now he's just being humble.

I shook my head. "My sister's an interior and exterior designer. If you want, she can come look at it." He smiled, but I had to jump back in. "But, I really don't think it looks bad. At all."

"I might have to take you up on that."

We had a lovely time, and the food...my God, the food was delicious. He wasn't lying when he said that he was good in the kitchen. And, of course I bragged about him in my Total Divas' interviews, which I'm sure was totally taken out of proportion by the critics and WWE Universe.

"So, how was it?" He asked, locking his hands together and resting his chin upon them.

I smiled. "It was good."

"Don't say that just because you know that I want you to say it."

"Randy!" I took another sip of the wine that was in front of me. "I'm being 100 percent honest. You're a great chef."

It was his turn to smile, so he did. And, all of his pearly whites stung me like a bolt of lightning. "Well, in that case, then thank you."

Shaking my head, I raised my wine glass. "My pleasure."

"You'll have to come back and try some more."

"I think I might have to do that."

For the first time that night, I finally ventured my eyes up and met with his. He was actually perfect. My heart was thumping harder and harder against my chest cavity, causing me to feel a little faint. I managed to push past it, drinking more wine with every painful heartbeat. And, before the night was over, I'd probably had my glass refilled almost ten times.

"You're going to have to cut me off," I told him as I poured myself another glass.

"It's good, huh?"

"Good is an understatement."

He chuckled. "It's freshly imported. I thought that you might be the kind of girl who'd enjoy that stuff."

"Well, you have impeccable taste." There was a slight pause before I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. Trying not to ruin our dinner, I simply asked to use the bathroom before running off into the nearest one. Answering it, I slightly groaned. "What?"

"Where have you been? I'm at your hotel room, but you won't answer the door."

I listened to Jon's voice and sighed. "What are you doing at my room?" I knew exactly what he was doing.

"I wanted to see you," he mumbled.

"Jon..."

"Okay, so I came here on a booty call. Just, where are you?"

I tried my best to keep my voice down and hold back some laughter. "I'm...busy."

"Busy doing what?"

My heart had stopped beating for Randy, and was suddenly throbbing for Jon. I could feel my body physically aching to see him, and I couldn't stop it.

"I'm eating dinner."

"Alone?" He sounded annoyed, but partially jealous.

I battled with myself on if I should tell him or not. "No," I muttered.

"With the girls?"

"What girls? You know that you, Colby and Joe are practically the only people I hang out with," I admitted flatly. I hated that part of the company. My only friends were guys, and considering all the talk about what was going on between us, it's not hard to figure how hard things can get.

"Then, who are you-"

I sighed.

"Randy," he suggested. The tone of his voice was somber, making me feel the guilt instantaneously.

"I know that I should have asked you first."

"No," he rejected. "No, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that you lied to me and promised that you weren't going to see him."

"Jon," I tried, but he stopped me again.

"Screw it, Chey. It doesn't matter. You just have a damn good time, and stay the hell away from me."

If he hadn't hung up, I would have argued with him. I would have told him that he was wrong about Randy, and that I wasn't trying to make him upset. I would have told him that if he pushes me away, I would be all alone. But, he did hang up.

"Cheyenne?" Randy called from what I suspected to be the hallway right outside the door. "Who are you talking to in there?"

It wasn't until I'd looked in the mirror that I realized how I'd been crying. "I had to take a quick phone call."

He chuckled. "Making a fast escape?"

I'd managed to wipe all of the tears away, and made myself look fairly decent within seconds, so I opened the door. "It was just my sister. I'd texted her about the decorating, and she got back to me while I was in there," I lied.

"And? Did she agree to do it?"

I hesitated. "Yeah," I muttered.

"Great." He paused before leaning closer to the door. "You know, Chey...you can come out now."

Again, I hesitated. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. Randy smiled at me, and I could tell that he had absolutely no idea about my conversation - or situation - with Jon. I couldn't tell how I felt about being there, standing in the hallway.

He reached out and we intertwined our hands, still standing a foot away from each other. I looked down at the ground, afraid of what I'd see if our eyes connected. Would it be love? Or, just pure infatuation. If his eyes, which were so used to being poisonous, venomous, were to cast a spell on me, I don't know if I would survive the side effects. He's sinful and lustful, but somehow, in some miraculous way, I was obsessed.

Suddenly, our foreheads were connected. I didn't sense Stephen or Stewart anywhere nearby, and I was silently grateful.

"So, uh," my voice was low and raspy. "What now?"

"I was hoping," he stopped. Lightly, he pecked my lips with his, which I simply sat through. "For something like that."

I was blushing while our hands were still attached. There were a few things that I wanted to say, but nothing came from my mouth once I opened it. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it definitely took my breath away.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and took a step back. "If you weren't ready..."

Our hands were still attached, and I held on as he tried to leave. In that moment, something came over me. For a second, I forgot about Jon. I forgot about everything that he'd said, and everything that he'd done to me. I forgot about the day we spent in that hotel room. And, for a second, I lost control of myself and my reasoning. I pulled him back and removed my hands from his, placing them on his shoulder, pulling him towards me.

"Don't be sorry. And, I'm more than ready." I kissed him back, and this time it wasn't just a peck.

It felt right, but at the same time, it felt so wrong. He was everything that I wanted, and everything that I'd been wanting since that first time he recognized me. And, not being about to have him was enough for me to need him. However, it wasn't what I'd hoped. There was something missing, something absent. Something that left me completely and utterly emotionless.

Passion.

No, nothing happened between Randy and I. We spent like, twenty minutes making out, but we both decided that putting out on the first date isn't exactly the ideal relationship starter.

And, it was perfectly fine with me. Considering the fact that I'd spent the last three days thinking of how Jon would take all of this rather than what had actually happened, something was telling me that I really didn't want to be in a relationship.

I was too messed up.

Think about it: I slept with my best friend one day and had dinner and made out with the man that my best friend warned me about the next. If that doesn't scream pathetic, and well, slutty, then I don't know what does.

My world is just falling apart.

I was getting so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I was sitting in the hotel bar, probably on my second or third drink. I don't remember. And, then I got so lost trying to remember what drink I was on, that I didn't feel the person tapping on my shoulder until he sat down next to me and stuck his hand in my face.

I jumped up and looked over, expecting, and praying, to see Jon or Colby. But, it was just some guy who I didn't know.

"Who are you?" I asked. Mainly because I didn't know who it was, and also because I was hoping that he'd catch the hint that I wasn't in the mood for company.

"My name is Robert, but you can call me Rob."

I nodded. "Or, I don't have to call you anything at all," I scoffed as I took another sip of my beer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk. "A feisty one. I like it."

"Can you just save us both the embarrassment and leave me alone?"

His face went blank, but before I could tell him to leave, he started talking again.

"I know who you are, Cheyenne. I'm a big fan of your work."

I laughed. "Good to know."

"I'm serious. I'm a huge fan. And, I don't care what the company says, I think you deserve a title shot at WrestleMania."

I nearly spit my beer out. "How did you know that I wasn't getting a title shot at WrestleMania?" I turned to face him, spinning full in my bar stool.

He only smirked again. "Now, will you give me some of your time?"

I didn't say anything, only sat there and remained silent. He talked about a lot of irrelevant things, which I tuned out by focusing on drinking and breathing. It made it easier, especially in case I needed an excuse to do something stupid.

I spent the whole time silent, until he mentioned something about his girlfriend cheating on him.

"Yeah, I know how you feel." I took another sip of liquid courage before saying anything more. "I used to date this guy, Jake. He was probably the best boyfriend that I've ever had, and I thought that he loved me. But, then Danielle came into the picture, and he ran away faster than you could say 'cheater'."

"Who's Danielle?"

"Summer Rae," I explained. "They dated for a while, but you know, they're both unfaithful idiots."

He chuckled, and I returned the laugh. "I can't believe that Summer Rae stole...uh, what's his name again?"

"Jake. Jake Moore."

Nodding, he took a sip of his own drink. "You know, we could get back at them. Why don't you come up to my room?"

I furrowed my eyebrows before shaking my head. "Made too many mistakes this week."

"Come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

"It was. I slept with my best friend and then made out with the one guy that he warned me about never seeing again."

"Ok, so it sounds bad. But, I'm sure that they're going to forgive you for it."

"Considering you're the only person who knows," I eyed him over, "I'm not too concerned about them ever finding out."

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