Ch 5

Honor

Bold never was my forte, but it worked. With Randy's sugary taste still on my tongue, I moan as his torturous tongue licks my jawline. He nuzzles my neck slightly before letting his teeth graze my sensitive skin. His touch sends raw shivers down my spine, telling him to where my spot was. His hands were descending further, rapidly sending me to no man's land.

"Stop," he commands me realizing this had gone too far. I feel the confusion and embarrassment burn my cheeks as he pushes me from under him.

Randy immediately sits up refusing to look at me, "Honor, I am telling you once: we will not do this again." His chilling gaze freezes me in place; it almost disables me to function. He twirls his wedding band around his finger, whilst guilt clouds his eyes. As he looks away I catch a hint of regret, "This, happens no more."

Yeah in hindsight it probably was in both our best interest to let him take care of himself. He is livid with me, there's no mistaking that. All I can do is grab my clothes and set off for the shower; I need to scrub his scent off me.

...

Monday night has once again arrived, meaning yet another RAW shall soon be underway. I have a small scene with my mentor so I'm rushing to get ready for the camera.

"They're going to film our scene in another twenty five minutes," Randy is standing behind me while I swipe on another coat of mascara. The halls are all busy with Superstars and Divas preparing for their matches, discussing match ups with Vets, or just conversing with others.

"Okay." I wave him off. He sort of watches me a blank expression on his face. My face is half done and I still have my hair to finish, "Maya, can you please help me with my hair again. Some of the pin curls fell out, I think we'll have to re-curl some pieces." Maya Summers is one of the WWE's newer hair/make-up women. Maya starts to frown and I sheepishly smile, "Yeah, we're going to have to. Let me inspect the damage." Quickly her hands start picking through my hair while Randy stares on, in deep thought, his striking blues looking a steely gray. His mouth is twisted as though he wishes he were else where.

"Are you okay?" I breathe the words and make eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Fine," he grunts.

"You sure?" He glares at me. "Well do you want something...otherwise you wouldn't be wasting your time here. You don't like me that much," I state as I turn in the chair to face him. Taking note that he's ready for later on, wearing his t-shirt over his trunks and boots are all laced up and ready to go.

"No, I don't," which translates to 'don't start'. His voice was gruff, abrupt, cold, and unforgiving. He must have last night on his mind. He and Sam got into it, over what I don't know, because I left him alone to argue with her.

"Then why are you hovering?" Patiently I await his explanation, I'd be lying if I said his stare is not intimidating, but crumbling under his calculating glare is demeaning. He has used it to his advantage on me a few times but I know exactly how to talk him down each time. It's sad to say that's how I get my way with this man. Blue eyes already disgruntle me, but Randy's gaze can strike the fear of God into a lesser opponent's heart.

"I am waiting on you. We have some things you need to go over- and you still aren't dressed yet..." he grinds his teeth daring me to question him more.

"Why can't we do it now? Christ, I can multitask." I roll my eyes, and then continue to rake my fingers through the fresh curls Maya has reconstructed. Maya motions to Randy, "Sit, please. You should relax."

Randy does surprisingly eyes narrowing as way of protest. I giggle at the way he uncomfortably perches his long body in the folding chair, earning me another glare. Maya and I sing to the tunes coming from her phone in the dock while she finishes going through my hair.

For maybe another ten minutes, I stay in hair and make-up. The whole time my stomach churns, telling me to heed his unspoken warning.