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Chapter 4

Stacy stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Randy panted above her equally out of breath. Both of their bodies were drenched with sweat. His final thrust sent jolts of sensations up her spine and she let out a loud moan. He collapsed on top of her, letting himself rest for a few moments. Stacy ran her hands down his smooth, moist muscular back. For over 3 weeks now she had been having meaningless sex with Randy. Well, meaningless to him, and she at least would like to think it was meaningless to her. How could she ever be in love with a guy like him anyhow? The idea was absurd.

He didn't exactly treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Not only was he flat out using her but sometimes he could be a real jerk, and that was putting it nicely. He had yet to spend an entire night with her, and he never cuddled, ever. That was one of the rules, along with keep this a secret, and don't spend the entire night. Once they were done she would get dressed and leave, that was unless he wanted more than one round. It's not that he had actually given her a set of rules or anything, but this is how it usually happened every time. Sometimes he would be the one to get up and leave, but they never really spent the night in each other's arms just holding one another.

She was too afraid to try and spend the night or anything because she feared he would reject her and make her feel stupid. Considering all of this, she still had no idea why it was so hard to resist him. So, he had an amazing body and he's charming as hell. A lot of other guys were too. But there was just something captivating about Randy no matter how much of an ass he was. It was hard to stay away and maybe that's because feelings, whether she wanted them or not, had flourished. Her heart didn't give a shit what her mind said, and her body sure as hell wasn't listening to reason. Randy began to stir pulling himself off of her and sitting up in bed. He wope the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

Stacy slowly sat up behind him covering her naked torso with the blanket. She hesitantly hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck. Randy sat there silently and she placed a few feather-like kisses on the side of his neck. He closed his eyes at the sensation. She wrapped her arms around him a bit tighter examining his gorgeous face with her lingering eyes. She could feel his heart lightly pound against her flesh. Randy soon pulled away and got up off of the bed. Stacy sighed and sat back. How did she know she would regret doing that? God forbid she try to be at all close to him. He didn't even look at her as he began to put his clothes back on. Her eyes admired his body. She sat up continuing to watch him with a serious look.

"What" Randy asked finally. He could feel her eyes on him.

"How many women have you been with" Stacy asked seriously. Randy gave her an odd look and laughed. Stacy cocked her head to the side, her expression the same. "I'm not joking." She replied pointedly. This was a question she should have asked him long before they had even had sex. She had a right to know. After all, everyone he slept with she had technically slept with and vice versa. She had a feeling he's had plenty of women in his young life. He was too good of a lover not to have a lot of experience. She could only imagine what age he had lost his virginity. He always knew what to do almost expertly.

"That's none of your business." Randy smirked when he had finally stopped laughing.

"Yes, it is my business. We're sleeping together and I have every right to know how many women you've been with." Stacy exclaimed.

"You want an exact number? A lot, ok? I've slept with a lot of women. I don't know exactly how many." Randy answered honestly. Stacy sighed, she didn't know what she was expecting. Everyone knew Randy had been with a lot of women. She was just hoping he'd go into detail and start telling her things about his past. "Why? Are you afraid of contracting an STD or something, because if so you have nothing to worry about. I always use protection. Even if a girl is on birth control, I always use a condom, always. A girl has to be pretty damn special for me not too. I'm not gonna let some slut fuck up my life." He explained. Stacy realized he was right. He never once forgot to put on a condom when they were together, and he knew Stacy was on birth control. The comment about someone 'special' had actually hurt.

"Why do you talk about the women you've been with like that? If you consider every woman you've been with a slut, what does that make you" Stacy asked heatedly.

"I consider them sluts because that's what they are." Randy grinned knowing the comment would piss Stacy off.

"I don't know about the other women you've been with, but I am not a slut." Stacy declared glaring at him.

"Oh, your not" Randy teased climbing on top of her. He began to ravish her neck with sweet kisses. Stacy fought hard not to enjoy it. She pushed him off of her and rolled on top of him straddling his waist.

"No, I'm not." Stacy answered. She got up from the bed and began gathering her clothes.

"So, how many men have you been with? After all, I do have a right to know." Randy smirked watching her get dressed, enjoying every moment. Stacy eyed him.

"Not a lot, I don't have an exact number." Stacy smirked back. "So, tell me about some of your ex-girlfriends." She continued.

"Now that, is none of your business. That's personal." Randy replied.

"I let you have my body. I let you inside of me. It doesn't get much more personal than that." Stacy argued. Why was he so secretive?

"My past is none of your business. I'm not asking about your past now am I" Randy repeated standing up.

"No, but if you did I would gladly answer. What are you trying to hide" Stacy pressed. Randy chuckled with a smug grin.

"I have nothing to hide. The truth is I haven't had many serious relationships." Randy shrugged.

"And why is that" Stacy asked.

"What are you the CIA? I'd just rather not get involved. There's a lot less drama that way." Randy answered getting annoyed. What was with all the questions anyway? He hated it when women got like that. Stacy sighed, so he used women for sex but he didn't like to get 'involved'? That type of attitude coming from any other guy would kill his luck with the ladies, but not Randy Orton.

"So, your basically a player? All you care about is sex." Stacy accused.

"I wouldn't say that, it's not like I promise anyone anything. I can get sex anywhere. There's only a select few I come back to for more." Randy explained moving closer to her. "Guess your one of the lucky ones. Why are you so curious about my past anyway" He inquired.

"Because maybe I want to know more about you personally, not just your physical...attributes." Stacy answered her eyes scanning his tan sculpted body.

"That's real sweet Stacy. But if your looking for a soulmate, I don't think your gonna find one here." Randy admitted.

"What about just a boyfriend" Stacy questioned sweetly with innocent doe eyes. Randy tilted her chin up with a finger and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"You don't want me as your boyfriend Stacy." Randy grinned with a slight laugh. He walked toward the door throwing her one last cocky grin before exiting the room. Stacy sat on the edge of the bed alone holding her head in her hands trying to fight back the tears. This man really didn't know what he was doing to her, all the emotions she felt. How could he take women so carelessly? No matter how hard she fought she always ended up trapped in the web he weaved. She couldn't stay away from him.

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Randy sat on a crate icing his knee. He closed his eyes and leaned the back of his head against the wall.

"Hey Randy." Christy Hemme smiled brightly as she approached. Randy opened his eyes with a smile.

"Hello Christy, your looking good today." Randy complimented her with a charming grin.

"Thank you, your not looking bad yourself." Christy replied looking over his body. "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out sometime" She continued smiling brightly.

"Sounds cool, I mean how can I turn down a woman of your beauty anyway" Randy smirked. "Maybe I'll catch you later." He added.

"Ok, so I'll see you around hopefully sometime soon." Christy grinned strutting away happily. Randy licked his lips watching Christy leave, her hips shook and her short skirt rose slightly with every step she took. Randy turned his head curiously around the corner of the hall, when he heard two approaching male voices. The voices shockingly enough belonged to Matt Hardy and Gene Snitsky. Randy turned his head back around with a look of confusion. That didn't seem right.

"This is perfect. Now that Lita's out injured it'll be a lot easier to set up Kane without her suspecting something. You can take out Kane while I work on spending more time with Lita while she's healing before my in-ring return. We'll grow even closer and any sympathy she felt for Kane will disappear." Matt explained carefully devising the plan. He could tell Lita didn't hate Kane anymore, which began to worry him. He was doing this for them, so they could be together. What Lita didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Everything would work out in the end. Kane would be out of their lives and they could move on as if Kane had never existed.

"You just better make sure that girlfriend of your hasn't developed any feelings for that freak." Snitsky snarled. Matt rolled his eyes, that was sort of what spending time with her as she healed was all about.

"Yeah right. Lita develop feelings for Kane" Matt laughed as if the idea was absurd, even though he had though about it. Lita falling for Kane was impossible. Lita was completely in love with Matt, he had always had a certain hold over her and he knew that much. Even if Lita felt for Kane, he could change that.

"The last time they were in the ring together she looked pretty happy to see him." Snitsky pointed out raising an eyebrow.

"I'll take care of Lita, you just focus on Kane." Matt ordered sounding annoyed.

"What does it look like I've been doing" Snitsky snapped angrily. He and Kane had been practically killing each other.

"Getting you ass kicked." Matt answered flatly. Snitsky growled angrily getting in Matt's face. Fear slightly altered Matt's expression. "Calm down. All I'm saying is, if your gonna take him out your gonna have to take it to the next level. He chokeslammed you off the stage, beat the hell out of you in a steel cage, and has nearly taken you out." He reminded. Snitsky was still beaten up from his encounters with Kane, but he had certainly done damage on The Big Red Machine as well.

"I'm still here aren't I" Snitsky barked.

"So, what is your strategy" Matt questioned curiously. "We've got about 8 months or so until Lita returns." He continued.

"We have plenty of time. We can talk about it later." Snitsky offered with a shrug. "Kane is going straight to hell right with his unborn son, I'll make sure of that." He declared ruthlessly.

"That's what I like to hear." Matt chuckled with a grin lightly patting Snitsky on the back. Snitsky had a match to get too, and the two didn't want to be spotted together. The two of them even talking while in the arena was risky. They abruptly parted ways and Matt rounded the corner of the hall.

Matt jumped back in horror at the sight of Randy Orton sitting there so close by, icing his knee. Matt eyed him suspiciously. He wondered if Randy had heard anything. Not that Lita would have any reason to believe Randy over him anyway.

"Hey Randy, you kind of startled me." Matt greeted his words coming out a bit shaky. Matt silently swore at himself, he had to keep his cool. Randy grinned cocking an eyebrow.

"What's up Hardy" Randy responded nonchalantly. He had heard everything and he couldn't really say he was completely shocked. Matt wasn't exactly an angel. Randy didn't really put anything passed the guy, although he had to admit what he was doing was pretty fucked up. What kind of man formed an alliance with the killer of his girlfriend's unborn child? Randy grinned, a desperate one of course. He must have felt Lita slowly slipping away, he could feel himself losing her. Love could make you do some pretty fucked up shit. But Randy wasn't surprised at all by Matt's actions, then again Randy didn't trust many people. Regardless, this was none of his business no matter what Matt planned to do or who he was forming alliances with. He watched Matt fidget in amusement.

"Not much." Matt stammered still nervous. "I just seen that bastard Snitsky and boy did I give him a piece of my mind. I told him to stay the hell away from Lita. He's gonna pay for the things he's done to her when I return." He lied whole-heartedly almost believing his own lies. Randy smiled at Matt knowing he wasn't being honest. It's amazing the way some people can look you right in the face and lie. Randy had done it on several occassions.

"Really? That's good. That shows what kind of man you are and what kind of character you have. Your a great guy Matt. I mean seriously, what would Lita do without you" Randy praised Matt sarcastically. Of coarse only Randy himself knew he was being sarcastic. Matt had eaten up every word. Matt smiled deeply, Randy had bought it.

"So, are you gonna kick Triple H's ass" Matt asked changing the subject quickly.

"Aways do." Randy smiled confidently.

"Well, good luck." Matt grinned beginning to walk away.

"You too, and make sure you take good care of Lita." Randy called his comments dripping with sarcasm. Randy stood up finally, his knee was still sore from the last house show the WWE had held. He put down the ice and began walking up the hall.

"Dude, how do you do it" Val Venis asked as he and Steven Richards walked up to either side of him.

"Yeah, how do you get so many women to so easily fall into your lap" Steven questioned eagerly. Randy couldn't help but laugh.

"We seen you talking to Christy." Val continued wiggling his eyebrows.

"Please, teach us your ways." Steven begged jokingly.

"This coming from an ex-porn star and...well...uh...well, you used to date Victoria. Not too shabby." Randy grinned.

"Yeah, she is a nice piece of..." Val began to agree.

"Don't you dare say it" Steven warned.

"Asset. She's a very nice piece of Ass-et in the company." Val smiled and Randy chuckled.

"Your not funny" Stevie insisted.

"Fellas, the way I see it...there are two types of women. Some women are sluts, others are bitches." Randy smirked. "I guess at one point their all sluts though." He joked.

"Victoria's not a slut." Stevie claimed defensively. Randy shook his head with a smile.

"I guess she didn't burn you badly enough huh" Randy chuckled and Val grinned.

"She burned me pretty bad." Stevie admitted a bit sadly.

"You want success with women? Here's my advice, treat sluts like their gold because all it takes is a little kindness and charm and their panties drop. Treat bitches who think their too good for you or just won't give you the time of day, treat them like their sluts. Treat them like shit and act uninterested, something their probably not used too. They'll be all over you." Randy explained. Steven and Val looked at Randy surprised by his advice. With this type of philosophy how did he ever make women fall for him?

"But every woman thinks their too good for me." Stevie sighed hopelessly. Val and Randy burst out laughing.

"Ok. So what about the good women? You know, beautiful and nice" Val added. Randy merely laughed in his face.

"It applies for all women. There are no exceptions." Randy answered seriously and then smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend too." He continued with a cocky grin referring to Christy Hemme who stood a few feet away.

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Stacy roamed around the corridor biting her lower lip trying to recall the best places to find gossip. She knew the women's locker room was one hot spot but she had purposely been putting it off. She didn't really want to ask any of the other Divas about Randy, because she knew it would only cause more talk about why she wanted to know which would eventually spread into a bunch of wild rumors. The make-up artist would probably know something since a lot of the girls tended to blab their whole life story while getting their hair and make-up done. Maybe even some backstage crew members would know something. She took out her cell phone and began to dial. She had a good idea of who she could ask.

"Hello" A woman's voice answered.

"Hi Dawn, it's me." Stacy smiled continuing to walk as she talked. If anyone knew something it had to be Dawn Marie. All the girl did was talk, and gossip. She had the biggest mouth in the WWE. Information just seemed to flow to her.

"Oh, hi Stacy." Dawn Marie chirped happily. "What's up" She asked.

"I wanted to ask you a question about Randy." Stacy replied. Although she didn't want to ask a fellow Diva about this, Dawn was on another show so it felt a bit more safe.

"What's that" Dawn Marie asked with an interested smile.

"What do you know about Randy Orton" Stacy inquired. She wanted know about his past relationships and if she had to dig so be it.

"Mmm...Randy Orton. Tall, dark, handsome, has a killer body...although he can be an asshole sometimes. He's a great kisser and an even better lover." Dawn Marie gushed.

"You've slept with him" Stacy exclaimed in surprise as she continued to walk.

"Shh...don't tell anybody. It happened a while ago and it only happened 2 times. your the only person who knows. One of the times I was drunk so it doesn't really count and it wasn't really my fault." Dawn Marie insisted innocently.

"Of coarse." Stacy replied sarcastically with a laugh.

"The guy isn't easy to resist. He can charm the pants right off you." Dawn Marie stated matter-of-factly. Yup, that was Randy. Stacy shook her head with a heavy sigh, Dawn Marioe had pretty much hit the nail right on the head. Randy's face, his body, his smile, his lips, his touch, and most of all his kiss were inescapable. His kiss was intoxicating, it made anyone he kissed want more of him and it wasn't fair. It made women want more of this man that they could never really have. Then of coarse there was his love making. That man could drive so many sensations through her body. Stacy frowned, she was naive to actually consider it 'love making', it was just sex.

"Stacy, are you there" Dawn Marie questioned with concern.

"Yeah, sorry, um...so, what about relationships" Stacy asked snapping out of the daze she was in.

"What do you mean" Dawn Marie questioned with a puzzled look.

"Has he ever had any girlfriends that you know about" Stacy pressed.

"Girlfriends? Mmm...well I've heard through the grape vein that he's hooked up with some of our fellow Divas and quite possibly other women who have worked for the company." Dawn Marie blabbed. Stacy was immediately intrigued. Most of the gossip that the dark-haired Diva dished was almost always true. She could tell you rumors about Raw and Smackdown superstars. "As far as any actual relationships, I've never heard of him ever having one, but that doesn't necessarily mean he hasn't." she continued honestly.

"So, who has he hooked up with" Stacy asked more than curious.

"Let's see...I believe he hooked up with Gail Kim when she was with the WWE. Rumors went around about the two of them dating but I don't think she was ever actually his girlfriend. I heard he's hooked up with Miss Jackie, and she seemed a little bitter about the whole ordeal. She was kind of talking bad about him on her web site. She called him cocky which isn't completely false, the guy is pretty full of himself." Dawn Marie spilled with a laugh.

"Wow, anyone else" Stacy exclaimed in shock. She had no idea Randy had ever hooked up with Dawn Marie, Miss Jackie, or Gail Kim.

"Torrie Wilson..." Dawn Marie began.

"Torrie" Stacy repeated in surprise. She and Torrie were really good friends. Wouldn't Torrie have told her about that?

"Yeah, it wasn't anything big. They only hooked up probably two times. He's probably hooked up with Sable too, so I've heard. I heard that happened a little while after she returned to the WWE. He slept with Victoria a little while after she debuted, and I heard he's hooked up with some of the Diva Search girls." Dawn Marie gushed. "Why are you so interested? Have you been added to the list" She asked with a playful laugh.

"No, nothing like that." Stacy answered immediately beginning to feel nervous. "I'm just curious that's all." She added quickly lying.

"Well, then your stronger than the rest of us." Dawn Marie joked.

"I can't believe he's never had an actual girlfriend." Stacy admitted in shock still processing it all. She was probably most shocked about the Randy and Victoria hook up.

"At least not that I know of..." Dawn Marie corrected.

"I thought you knew all of the juicy stuff." Stacy teased playfully.

"True, but some people are good at keeping secrets." Dawn Marie reminded. "Stacy, are you sure your not interested in him" She asked sounding curious.

"I'm not interested in Randy, I was just curious ya know? You never hear anything about the guy having a girlfriend." Stacy lied trying her hardest to convince Dawn Marie she was being honest. She knew calling Dawn Marie and questioning her about Randy would spark some curiousity, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know. Randy certainly wasn't going to tell her. She was beginning to feel like her own worse enemy. She should just stay away from him.

"Just be careful Stacy." Dawn Marie warned with concern, she didn't sound like she believed Stacy. "You should really stay away from him. The sex might be great but the heartache isn't worth it. I got lucky. I never fell for Randy, it was just casual sex. But I could see you falling hard. He's not the type of guy you should fall in love with. Try to stay away from him. Once you fall for someone it's even harder to break away. Trust me, I know." She advised. Tears burned Stacy's eyes at Dawn Marie's words. It was almost haunting the way her words had captured the situation, and Stacy hadn't even given her any details. She hadn't even admitted to sleeping with Randy. She knew everything Dawn Marie had said was true and the hardest part was she was already helpless. She took her eyes off of the ground and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Can I call you back" Stacy asked suddenly.

"Yeah sure, what's wrong" Dawn Marie asked in alarm.

"Nothing. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Stacy responded abruptly too focused on the display in front of her.

"Ok, bye." Dawn Marie replied hanging up. Stacy hung up her phone. She angrily glared at the vision before her. Randy had Christy Hemme backed up against the wall and he was kissing her neck. That filthy whore, actually the filthy whores! Stacy marched up to them crossing her arms over her chest and pretended to clear her throat. Randy turned his head and gave Stacy a cocky grin, and Christy's mouth dropped open in surprise. Christy was probably used to having her mouth opened so wide, the nasty slut.

"Hi Stacy." Christy greeted with a friendly smile. Her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, but she was still gorgeous the stupid bitch.

"What do you think your doing" Stacy exclaimed referring to the red-head, venom shooting from her pretty eyes. "You know Christy, I and I'm sure the other Divas, don't appreciate you giving the women of the company a bad name. I mean here you are, still our newest and most inexperienced Diva, slutting it up in the hallway." She hissed coldly. Stacy was being a hypocrite but she didn't care. She hated seeing Randy giving his affection to Christy, a pathetic Diva wanna-be.

"Stacy, calm down." Randy smirked slightly enjoying her jealous rage.

"We were just talking." Christy uttered quickly. She certainly didn't want to get a bad name with the other Divas. She also didn't understand why Stacy was getting so angry about this, Randy was fair game. Not to mention Christy had seen some of the other Divas do worse in her short time with the company.

"Talking? Well, that was an interesting conversation Randy was having with you neck" Stacy snarled heatedly. "Maybe I should show you what being a real Diva is all about." She snapped shoving Christy hard. Christy was taken by surprise and stumbled back, hitting the wall. Christy's eyes fired up and she retaliated by shoving Stacy with equal force. Stacy fumed and furiously slapped Christy across the face. Christy screamed when Stacy suddenly tackled her and both women hit the floor. The cat fight continued until Randy eventually broke it up, carrying Stacy down the corridor. Christy looked on, still sitting on the floor. She had just been in her first real cat fight.

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Randy released Stacy from his hold and slammed the locker room door behind them. Stacy ran her fingers through her hair a bit shaken, and then smoothed over her skirt with her hands.

"What was that all about" Randy asked turning to look at her after locking the door.

"I guess I could ask you the same thing." Stacy sneered crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't owe you an explanation. We're not together." Randy reminded.

"Randy, exactly what type of a game are you trying to play here" Stacy snapped her eyes filled with hostility and mixed emotions. Randy could only smile.

"You know seeing you and Christy fight out there was kind of a turn on. I was never really a big fan of jealousy, but you wore it well." Randy grinned smothering her with that irresistible look, moving closer to her. His intoxicating scent invaded her senses.

"I am not jealous of Christy Hemme" Stacy growled her voice filled with anger. "I just don't like seeing you kiss her." She admitted. Randy grabbed Stacy's hips bringing her closer to him. "Stop." Stacy pleaded fighting to maintain her composure. Having his hands on her again and being so close to him just made her want to lose it. How could she possibly still want him? It didn't make sense but she did. They were so close she could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with her own.

"You look cute when your angry, and adorable when your trying to fight this feeling. The feeling you get whenever were in the same room, whenever I'm near you, every time I touch you. I love that little pout." Randy whispered his lips slightly touching hers. Stacy's lips quivered and she could feel her body tremble, reacting to his touch.

"Why are you doing this to me" Stacy asked with pleading eyes. It was simple, because he knew he could. She simply wasn't strong enough to fight. He had to know the effect he was having on her. He must have been enjoying it. His blue eyes gazed down at her so gentle yet somehow uncaring. Stacy couldn't help but wonder how his young eyes had gotten that way, how he had become this way. She wondered if he was always like this, like even before he came to the WWE.

"Doing what" Randy asked innocently when he was anything but. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck torturously. He then captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She felt her body grow weak and there was no fighting it. Their tongues mingled and searched each other's mouth's, wrestling heatedly.

Heat jolted to Stacy's core when he slid her panties down her legs. She enveloped his ear in her lips, licking and sucking tasting him and kissing the sensitive part of his neck. Randy reacted with a moan. Randy grabbed Stacy's face darting his tongue into her mouth and kissing her deeply. He played with her lips tauntingly before breaking the kiss and pulling her shirt over her head. She captured his lips hungrily devouring them until they were kiss swollen. When she broke the kiss they were both breathless. Randy slid the straps of Stacy's bra down her shoulders and began kissing the soft skin.

She unhooked the bra and threw it to the floor. They locked eyes and he gave her a devious smile, she couldn't help but smile back. Randy only wore his wrestling trunks so his muscular chest was already exposed and calling for Stacy's touch. Stacy ran her hand over his chest and down his abs. She savored his chest with hot, wet kisses. Randy took her soft lips in his and backed her up against the lockers. He sensually kissed her jaw line and moved his lips down her neck. He kissed his way down the middle of her chest, then finally focused on her aching breast. His liquid hot mouth covered the small mound gently nibbling and Stacy let out a groan.

The cool air and the heat of their bodies together was causing Stacy to shiver. Randy's mouth covered her other breast and began the same tantalizing treatment. Randy worked his way down to her navel, then lifted her long leg onto his shoulder for better access. He slipped his tongue inside of her, tasting deep into her core. He moved his tongue magnificently, each time instinctively moving it the right way. He worked his tongue faster and swirled it around, flicking her clit causing her to cry out. Stacy threw her head back running her hands through his hair as she moaned loudly. She continued to gasp with a loud groan as she climaxed. Randy rose back up capturing her lips, and she leaned into him longingly.

They were both covered in sheets of sweat. Randy really was amazing. She wondered if he found her as irresistible as she found him. He pulled down his wrestling trunks and Stacy licked her lips with lust. Randy grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up. Stacy wrapped her long legs around his waist and he held her tightly supporting her weight. Randy slowly slipped his way inside of her, gazing into Stacy's eyes with a burning passion. She was a good lay. She was tight and every time he was with her the sex was amazing. That was mostly why he kept coming back. There were only a some women he had slept with more than once, or somewhat regularly. After a while they started to bore him. He loved the way Stacy looked at him, and the sound of his name on her lips. He thrived on those things. He loved the way he could make her moan.

Randy began to thrust deeply inside of her. They were both breathing heavily. Randy grinded up into her and Stacy moaned in approval. Randy continued going deeper and harder with each thrust, gripping Stacy's firm ass. Stacy was near her peak and finally climaxed, but Randy wasn't done yet the over achiever. His thrust became fast and more needy driving her up against the lockers, and milking her walls. Her walls continued to tighten and expand consuming all of him. Stacy was at her peak again and Randy was almost there. They both let out satisfied cries with his last thrust and they climaxed.

Stacy hugged Randy tightly, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Randy who was also out of breath, rested his head on her moist shoulder. When their breathing returned to normal, Stacy untangled her legs and Randy lowered her to the floor. He grabbed his trunks and pulled them back up.

"Extra energy." Stacy remarked with a smirk pulling her shirt on.

"Stamina baby." Randy grinned. He really was cute. Stacy's face suddenly went from playful to serious.

"Randy, I can't keep doing this." Stacy admitted. She wanted more, so much more. She needed more, a sexual relationship wasn't enough. Her heart was already growing too attached to him.

"How many times are you gonna say that" Randy laughed rolling his eyes.

"I mean it. I need more than this." Stacy insisted. The question was, could he give it to her?

"I just made you climax three times in a row." Randy boasted with a cocky smile.

"I'm not talking about sex. The sex is great, but I need more than that. If your going to be sleeping with other women then I can't have sex with you. We're already sleeping together on a daily basis so why not make it official" Stacy reasoned.

"Official..." Randy repeated cocking an eyebrow already disliking where this conversation was headed.

"I told you once before that I'm not the type of girl who does this sort of thing and if we were official I wouldn't have to feel guilty about it. We could both have it whenever we want it." Stacy continued. As if he didn't already get it whenever he wanted it. "There's no reason why we shouldn't be together. Randy, I want to be your girlfriend. I really wanna be with you." She admitted finally putting her heart and emotions on the lines. Randy simply looked at her with his icy captivating blue eyes. His face was still damp with perspiration.

"That's really not a good idea. I told you Stacy, I'm not the boyfriend type." Randy replied honestly.

"I don't get it Randy, I mean were practically together anyway." Stacy sighed feeling frustrated.

"Not really." Randy disagreed.

"Can we just at least try it, we'll never know unless we try it." Stacy insisted.

"Stacy, I'd probably end up hurting you." Randy admitted looking right in her eyes. At the moment she knew she was so in love she didn't care. She had to be with him at any cost. She was already getting hurt so how could it get any worse?

"I'm willing to take that risk on you." Stacy promised. "I really care about you Randy." She cooed as tears brimmed her eyes.

"No, Stacy. Your infatuated, you have a crush. You don't know anything about me." Randy explained with a laugh.

"You won't talk to me or tell me anything." Stacy protested. "All I know is how I feel. Let's just try it ok? If it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out." she insisted. Randy knew he wasn't going to win by the look in her eyes. She was determined. He was pretty much telling her that he didn't want to be with her to her face, and she wouldn't listen.

"Whatever, fine. We're keeping it on the down low though. Nobody knows but us." Randy sighed knowing this was an awful idea. It didn't really matter because it wouldn't last long. She excitedly jumped into his arms and kissed him.

"This is great" Stacy squealed happily. "I know you need time to prepare for your match so I'll see you later." She added kissing his cheek affectionately. She made her way towards the door and exited the locker room. Randy watched her leave looking less than thrilled. If she wouldn't listen to reason than she would just have to learn the hard way.

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Stacy had freshened up and looked better then ever. She and Randy had officially been a couple for about an hour now. She could tell by the look on his face he was unsure about this, but Stacy couldn't keep fighting her feelings and eventually maybe he would come around. She wanted to be with him and it hurt that she practically had to twist his arm to get him to agree about making it official. She stood outside of his locker room waiting for him to emerge. She really wanted to accompany him to the ring. Randy stepped out of his locker room and rolled his eyes at the sight of her.

"What, are you stalking me now" Randy asked sounding more than annoyed. Stacy's smile quickly faded and her face dropped at the tone of his voice and the icy words he had just spoke.

"I wanted to accompany you to the ring." Stacy replied timidly.

"If I wanted you to accompany me to the ring, you'd know." Randy replied with out feeling. Was he intentionally trying to hurt her?

"Can I at least give you a good luck kiss" Stacy smiled sweetly.

"I don't need luck. What I need is for you to stop talking so I can go out to the ring." Randy sneered harshly walking away. His entire exterior was much colder and uncaring.

"Good luck Randy." Christy Hemme called as he was about to walk passed her. Randy gave her a charming grin and touched her chin with his finger. He continued walking up the corridor and down the ramp when his music hit.

Stacy made her way to the monitor and tears had already filled her eyes because of the way Randy had treated her. She wope away the tears that dared to fall while she watched Randy's match. His opponent was Edge. Stacy could barely focus on the match, her heart was aching. The thing that plagued her the most was why did she let him treat her that way and why the hell did she still want him? There were plenty of good looking, decent men who would kill for a chance with her and here she was wishing she would be with Randy. It was plain to see the guy is an asshole, he wasn't going to change. She noticed Christy Hemme from the corner of her eye also watching Randy's match.

"Stacy, are you ok? You look like your about to cry." Christy asked in concern.

"I'm fine." Stacy lied trying to hide the fresh tears on her face, as she wope her eyes.

"If you ever need to talk I'm here for you. I'm sorry about early. I really have nothing against you I was just defending myself." Christy admitted. Stacy tried to smile. Stacy had pretty much attacked Christy and now here Christy was being nice to her.

"It's ok, it was my fault." Stacy replied apologetically. Christy walked away with a smile and a nod. The truth was she had never really had a problem with Christy either.

Another thing she wondered was why the hell was Randy so secretive. Not only did she not know anything about his past relationships but now he wanted to keep theirs a secret. Randy got an impressive victory in a hard fought match that went back and forth. Within minutes Randy was backstage walking down the corridor.

"Congratultions." Stacy murmured meekly.

"Oh, your still back here? We need to talk" Randy informed her. "I don't want a relationship with you, or with anyone at all. I pretty much told you that. I think you've gotten too attached." he explained.

"I think your afraid of commitment." Stacy argued. If Randy had never had an actual relationship that anyone knew of, then that was the only explanation.

"Stacy your acting really desperate and pathetic." Randy replied cruelly staring at her with cold, uncaring blue eyes. Stacy fought so hard to hold back the tears but his words were like daggers. "I can't be the man you want me to be. I can't be your boyfriend so just get over it." he continued without sympathy. His eyes were like ice and he showed no human emotion. There was no guilt or remorse, he didn't even care. She searched his eyes so hard looking for something, anything that could be considered redeemable and worth saving. All she could see was the same icy, hollow blue that was always there.

"How can you speak to me that way" Stacy choked with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not trying to be an asshole..." Randy began.

"Could have fooled me." Stacy snickered bitterly. "Well, then consider it completely over. I'm not sleeping with you ever again. You can go find someone else who's stupid enough to fall for you." She snapped.

"We'll see." Randy mocked her with a laugh. Stacy glared at him with hateful eyes, his lingering smile continued to taunt her. He began to walk away and then turned back around. "Oh, by the way, your friend Lita might be in trouble. I heard Matt Hardy talking to Gene Snitsky today. They were making plans to take out Kane. I know Lita has strong feelings for Matt but I highly doubt that she would approve of whatever's going on between him and Snitsky. That's all I heard, I don't really know the whole story." He explained. Randy had originally planned on just keeping it himself, but he figured he at least owed it to Stacy to warn her. He had after all, just broken her heart. Stacy pressed her lips together tightly and nodded with the same angry yet sorrowful glare. Randy turned on his heel and made his way towards his locker room.

Stacy had been avoiding telling Lita what she knew and now that Randy had heard something similar to what she had known, things were just gonna get worse. Stacy left the arena early and went back to her hotel room. She threw herself onto her bed and cried into her pillow. Her sobs were of the heartbreaking kind. She knew she should have followed her instincts and stayed away from Randy. Of coarse deep down she knew it wasn't that easy. Maybe she had to get her heartbroken to learn from this. But what had she learned? She still wanted to be with Randy, it was crazy she knew. He treated her like shit and she still wanted him. How was it possible to love and hate someone all at the same time? She still longed for his body and yearned for his kiss. She still ached for his touch. She still wanted him. She still loved him. Stacy clung to her pillow tightly and continued to cry, she cried herself to sleep that night.

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