So, there's a lot of fluff in this chapter. BUT I WAS IN THE MOOD TO WRITE FLUFF, SO DEAL WITH IT! That sounded mean. What I meant to say was thank you for the kind reviews that you've left for me in the past. Your support means the world to me. And, yes, this chapter does have a bunch of fluff, but I couldn't help myself.

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The sound of a soft, groggy groan woke me up the next morning. There was a set of warm, muscular arms wrapped around me as I came to my senses.

I smiled subconsciously. "Good morning," I yawned.

"Good morning, beautiful." Randy dropped down and placed a kiss on my forehead, causing me to blush. He had that sweet affect on me.

I gently separated myself from his grasp, but he in turn pulled me back. I laughed against his bare chest once my face connected with it. "You're awfully playful this morning," I teased.

"Only because you're here," he said sweetly. Something felt so wonderful about being there in his arms, but at the same time, something felt so strangely wrong. Not that I was complaining, or even wishing that it was different. After what Jon had done to me, I definitely deserved happiness. Even if that was with the one man I was never supposed to fall for.

Sighing, I relaxed against his skin. "This feels right."

"Yeah," he yawned as well. "It really does."

I was blissfully aware that I was probably digging myself into a hole that I was most likely not going to be able to get out of easily. But, like I said, it was a blissful kind of awareness.

"What's for breakfast?" I looked up at him, and he shrugged.

"I was thinking leftovers."

I scoffed. "I checked your fridge last night. The only leftovers you have are tofu and chicken wings. And, I have no idea how long they've been there."

"If it's any consolation, neither do I."

I rolled my eyes and finally broke away from him. After the night before, I'd forgotten about what we'd done, but I was surprised to find that I was still wearing clothes. And, even after I'd woken up in his bed before without my clothes, I still felt more vulnerable now than I did then.

"Were are you going?" He asked, and I followed his eyes as they traced the figure of my frame.

A small smirk found its way upon my face. "I was thinking that I'd get ready and go get something to eat."

"Without me?" There was a hint of fake sadness in his voice, causing me to look at him in disappointment.

"You're too much," I admitted. He stood up and walked towards me. I sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a steamy kiss, which I gratefully returned. "Yup," I giggled. "Still too much."

After a few more minutes of meaningless kissing, we parted and got ready to go out and get some breakfast.

Of course, the minute we walked into the small café down the street, the first thing I saw was Danielle and Jake. They weren't being intimate, for all that I know, but they were acting mischievous. Sitting in the corner, talking amongst themselves, days after he'd gone and confronted me about being "damn dysfunctional".

I tried my best to ignore them, but once I'd gotten my coffee and Randy and I had sat down to order, he noticed my expression.

"Is everything okay?"

I nodded at his concern. "Yeah," I lied.

"Are you sure?" He took a sip from his own coffee. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Not a ghost," I replied. "Just a cold-hearted bitch."

His expression went from sweet and kind to confused and almost angry. "What?" He turned around and tried to see who I was talking about, but he gave up when he couldn't figure it out. "Who are you talking about?"

I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

"It is to me."

His generosity overwhelmed me.

I groaned. "Why does he have to be so perfect?"

"Really, it's nothing that you should be worried about."

"You say that, but I know you don't mean it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really?" I asked; fake sass rising in my voice. "Then you'll have no problem pointing out who I'm talking about."

"Just, tell me."

I waited for a second and looked over to see if they'd noticed me, but they were still chatting away. So, I pointed at them nonchalantly and waited for Randy to figure it out. When he did, he returned with a nod.

"Well?" I asked, worried about what he might say next.

"I've heard a lot of stories about you and Danielle. I guess that I didn't really believe them until now."

"Stories? What kind of stories?"

He sighed. "She stole your boyfriend, came to the WWE to rub it in your face, and then tried to go behind your back and steal your shot at the Divas title."

I took a sip from my coffee and nodded. "The boys backstage filled you in."

"Word gets around."

We idly talked about other things for the remainder of our breakfast. That was until Danielle and Jake saw us on their way out, and decided that they had some things to say to me themselves.

"Cheyenne, Randy."

Randy and I looked up as Jake greeted us. A fake smiled filled my face as I tried, and most likely failed, to cover my discomfort.

"Sorry," Randy stuck out his hand. "I don't believe that we've met."

"We're sitting there and Danielle and Jake come up to us. Of course, Randy knew what Danielle did to me, but I hadn't gotten to the part of telling him who Jake was."

Jake laughed. The nerve of that man. "I'm Jake," he greeted. "I can't believe that Cheyenne never mentioned me."

"Well, there wasn't much to mention," I teased.

He took it whole-heartedly. "What? Four years of your life, and you don't think that it's enough to mention to your new boyfriend?"

I nearly spit up my coffee. "Boyfriend?" My comment was barely heard as Randy had already begun speaking.

"We just recently got together," Randy told him. "Hey, Danielle," he greeted, acknowledging her presence.

Internalizing my anger, I tried to ignore the bottle blonde standing above me. She was just background noise to me.

"Hey, Randy." She smiled, and I tried not to gag.

"Well, we were just on our way out, and we thought we'd stop by and say hello."

I forced a smile as a response to his manners.

"It was great seeing you," Jake said as he looked directly at me. "You should call me, Chey. We should start hanging out more often."

Part of me relaxed. "I guess it's too bad that you're going to be heading back home soon."

He looked at Danielle before returning his gaze to mine and letting out a laugh. "Actually, that's another thing that I was meaning to tell you the other night." He paused and I quickly glanced over at Randy before looking back. "I sold my house and bought a condo out in Florida."

I shook my head. "Okay," I mumbled. "You couldn't have told me that over the phone, or something?"

"I thought this news would be better in person."

Sure, I was confused, but it wasn't the first time that Jake had done something so pointless and tried to make a big deal out of it. He was that egotistical.

He smiled at me before continuing. "I'm training to become a WWE Superstar."