Ch27

Santino Marella, Brodus Clay, and Sheamus all rode to the local Long Horn Steakhouse. Brodus and Santino together are funny, add the Irishman sitting next to me and I'm in stitches, we all more or less stayed close to each other all night sharing stories. The most noteworthy topics were us sharing the most bizarre fan and celebrity encounters we'd had up until now. It kept me busy, especially since I've no idea how I'm going to get her alone to give her the gift I bought her. Hopefully she'll see that I'm actually trying to bury the hatchet. I don't know. With Honor there's no telling.

Under the table I open the velvet black box, to finger the thin diamond encrusted white gold body chain. What a better present to get for her and it is our little secret, I'm still the only person who's ever seen her dancing or she's really shared it with. A few others know and even less have actually have seen her. I have to wait and pick my spot to talk to her because she and all the others are surrounded by friends and co-workers. During most of dinner I had to suffer staring across the table at CM Punk's obnoxious ringed smirk. His abstract way of gloating is enough reason for me to kick his ass. He was aware that I saw them. Though I am thankful he barely paid attention to me verbally. I'll be damned if I let him keep me from enjoying the night.

"Randy?" A small tap on my shoulder beckons my attention from one of the women I'd been chatting with and look up to see her, "Hey."

I stand up straight and hug her politely. Honor barely reaches my chest so all I get is a face full of fluff which smells like coconut. "Congratulations Honor!"

"Thanks Randy," She blushes though it can't be seen in the muted lighting of the room. I just know it's there. "I actually wanted to talk to you; do you mind?"

"Not at all." I stare at how gracefully she tries to walk as she leads me out into the night. Her now boyfriend (or whatever he identify as) is staring at us I know he approved before she did anything. He doesn't trust her fully and he had reason enough because Honor does what she wants when she feels the urge to. She never intentionally hurts anyone, it's not in her nature.

What little stars I can see twinkle overhead as Honor sits down on the knee high wall out in the front of the building. For a long moment she glances up smiling at the moon peeking out, "It's so pretty huh?"

"Just like you." A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, "What did you want to talk about Honor? You didn't come out here to star gaze and be awkward."

"Uh, thanks. You have such tact… I really wanted to say I'm sorry for the way everything went down a while ago. We should have handled ourselves like adults not two lovesick teenagers. I also shouldn't have accused you of anything… it's not like we were obligated to each other at the time…" Her cheeks stain cranberry red, I keep my cool and let her say what she's got to say. "I don't want there to be any bad blood between you and me. You and Punk, well, you two are a completely different story."

"Okay. I didn't even remember all it so apology accepted." I half lie and shoving my hands in my pockets and she rolls her eyes.

"Now that that's finished..." Honor mumbles. "I guess I really did waste my time coming out here with you."

"Honor wait," I pull her back to me, "I am sorry too; but I'm not changing. There is too much in my life that I've had to apologize for because of my pride. You know me better than you know yourself, so that should have been a no brainer to you that I'm still the same. I'm going to have asshole moments where I should think before I do things… I should have told you about those other women but instead I didn't say anything because I it didn't matter. To me they had nothing to do with us. I had already made up my mind, I wanted you."

"…and you still do." She's doing that thing where she's looking through me again.

"Yeah… but I'd like it if we could get along. I don't like you ignoring me." Damnit she's got me admitting feelings I haven't even thought through.

"I guess we could try to be friends… on one condition… Conceal that sourness whenever you see us. I see the look of repulsion on your face when Punk and I walk into a room together. If we're going to at least try to coexist just don't do that…" She rolls her eyes the dimple above her mouth caving.

"I'd rather we skip all of this unnecessary drama… why make things so hard? You're mine not his." I take a step toward her and she steps back tripping and ending up bottom first on the pavement with a squeak. "Honor you never belonged with him. All he wants is bragging rights, talk about your control freak." I hold up my hand to help her up, reluctantly she takes it.

I take my chance and kiss her roughly (probably eliminating any chance at civility I have left). As soon as she melts to me, she gasps then pushes me away from her. "This isn't the definition of 'friends' I was referencing," Honor frowns glancing around to make sure no one saw. "I can't keep doing this with you Randy. You always do this to me…" studying the small woman before me, I can conclude she runs from what she wants. "We can't be together. Punk doesn't deserve to be hurt and I don't want to be the one to do it. So I have to cut you out."

"I see. Honor however you go about this one thing is certain. You are going to hurt him, it's plain as day. I'll go along with this until the day is going to come when you screw up. You're far too much for him, so you can resist me all you want, it won't end like a fairytale."

I pull out the black box from my jeans pocket and toss it in her lap. Her nervous fingers pick up the case and she looks at me with fear in her eyes. I tilt my head to the side studying her, "Open it."

For a few more seconds her defiant stare rests on my face then she slowly pulls the lid back on the case. Her breath catches and she stutters, "Randy, I-I-I can't… I can't take this…" Honor holds up the expensive 46 inch diamond encrusted chain, immediately she drops it in its case and tries to thrust it back into my palms but I barely catch it.

"Do you remember that first day, we started working together?" I ask wrapping her fingers around it, softly I trail my hands around her waist and I kiss the curve of her neck. "I didn't know a damn thing about you. To be honest I wrote you out to fail but you've gotten along just fine. I doubted that you took this seriously… but that wasn't the case…"

Softly my mouth searches her skin as I nip at the tender flesh, knowing exactly where to tease her. Again she pulls away from me, not before rewarding me with a soft groan. "Take it. Keep it. I picked it out specifically for you." I push her soft hair aside then kiss her cheek.

"This affection thing...happens no more Randy." She pulls away from me scowling while touching her neck. Clutching the case she takes a deep breath then turns heading back into the restaurant her heels clicking along the cement.

I notice my group preparing to leave as we both avoid eye contact. Punk has no idea what I've just done.