50 Types of Good

In too deep

Deans POV

A few hours after the drama that had just occurred...

She was like a storm...Not the kind you run from, but the kind you chase.

We had decided to leave each other alone for a while so I had come to work out, and she told me she was meeting Paige for coffee, but however much I tried I couldn't stop thinking about who she might have slept with last night.

Every guy that even glanced at me, I was asking myself 'could it be him?'.

The fact that another guy had his hands all over her, touching her...

If I find out who that mother fucker is I'm going to hurt him...a lot.

Winters POV

I sat across from Randy. He still had the same annoyed look on his face from earlier.

I told Dean I was coming for coffee with Paige. I don't feel bad about lying to him.

"Listen, Randy...last night was a mistake." I said.

He let out a bemused sigh.

"So you have just let him get away with everything?"

"No, he sorted the pictures out, they're gone now. And I told him that when I get hold of Eva Marie I am going to fucking go crazy." I explained.

"Pictures?" He asked, puzzled.

"Oh- I didn't tell you. He got some paparazzi to take pictures of us in the hope that my Dad would see them." I explained.

"You're Dad isn't a fan of Deans?" He asked.

"Not exactly..."

Randy didn't say another word, and instead just looked me dead in the eye with a look I recalled from last night.

Lust...passion.

"Randy, I think it's best if this is the last time we see each other."

He let out a loud snort.

"Winter we work together." He stated.

"I know that. I mean no more coincidental meetings or bumping into each other, okay?"

"You haven't told him." He shot a smirk at me.

"Excuse me?"

"Dean doesn't know that we had sex last night." He sat upright now, smugly.

I bit my lip.

"No...but he knows that it was someone, and I don't know how long it will take him to find out...look, stop changing the subject. We can't see each other again." I persisted.

He laughed in mockery towards me.

"Do you really think I am going to give up on you like that? I know you wanted me bad last night, you told me enough times-" he smirked.

"Randy, stop! This is not appropriate. I mean it, I don't want to see you again." I butted in.

"I can't just let this end. I'm in too deep now, Winter. Last night we really connected and I know you felt it too." He moved to the edge of the chair, grabbing my hands.

"Stop Randy!" I pulled my hands away, "you need to just forget about last night! Forget about me!" I shout-whispered. His actions were slightly creeping me out, but I have to admit that my attraction for this guy was growing.

A man that is not afraid to tell you what he is about really impresses me.

But this can't go on.

"I'm not letting you get away that easily. Dean has a fight." He rose, stroked my cheek, winked, and then headed for the door before mouthing 'I will text you'.

I sat back in the chair, going over what just happened in my mind...

Is Randy Orton getting kinda psycho with me right now?...