Book One: The Viper's Bite

Three

Oh Foley.

I cupped my face in my hands, sitting shell-shocked on the edge of my bed. before me, Randy shifted positions, coming into my view. I felt one large hand brush my own, before lifting it and pulling me to my feet. I just let him pull me into his soft embrace.

Fingers tilted my face up, and I looked into Randy's ice blue eyes, let myself sink into the warm stirring I saw there. "I'm glad you remember it," he said, "because it was one of the best nights of my life."

I momentarily forgot my embarrassment and shock. "One of?" He looked away, laughing. I let myself breathe, relax. His hands on my back were sparking tinder inside me. Instantly hit with the memories again, I pulled away, grabbing the sheets and pulling it over myself before turning tail and rushing into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I did it. I slept with Randy Orton. There was nothing in this world that could've made me more excited, except now, I was terrified. I could never face him again. He had seen me naked, had touched me, had been inside of me... I-

Knock knock knock. My thoughts stopped in midair like frozen raindrops, then fell to the ground and shattered. "Coraline," he groaned. "Don't lock yourself away like that."

I slid to the ground and buried my face in my knees. Knock knock. "Coraline?" Exasperated worry laced his voice now.

"You have to leave me alone," I squeaked. I felt like a little kid, and I don't know how it applies, but I couldn't face him then, probably ever again. "Just give me a few hours, I can't..." Oh no, I was choking up. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Are you crying?" I heard him say, his voice soft and low, and it hit me like a velvet slap. The knob twisted and I looked up to make sure I had locked it. The twisting increased, and then stopped with an emphatic twist. I heard hm turn, walk away,and rustling; I assumed he was picking up his clothes, putting them on. I just sat there, waited.There was silence.

A little creak on the other side of the door. "Will I see you later?" He whispered.

I was tempted to say no, but who was I kidding? "Probably," I groaned. "But not now."

"Okay," he said, and I heard the door shift as he moved his weight off of it.

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I peeked again into the breakfast room. A number of tourists, visitors, even locals crowded the tables, mixed in with the wrestlers almost seamlessly. What made them stand made them different was the above average heights, the muscular limbs, and most notably, the terrible morning attitudes.

Behind the wall I was relatively hidden, if one wasn't looking especially hard for me. I stooped, glanced around, looking, looking...

I spotted red hair over by the waffle maker. I should've known. As stealthily as I possibly could, I crouched down and started wobbling over. I got a few giggles from little kids, who tugged on their parent's hands and pointed. My face heated up when adults started staring, their faces questioning and suspicious. I moved faster.

I stopped behind a column, looked both ways. I could hear her talking to herself. "One spoon of strawberries... or two? Better make it three." She mumbled. I went around and grabbed her arm.

"What the f- Oh, Cory!" Mickie let go of her plate and turned around, glomping me thoroughly in the process. I wrapped my arms around her, squished.

"Ugh." Mickie pulled back, her amber eyes taking me in. I wasnt feeling very observable right now. "Are you busy? I said, a bit urgently, even though it was clear she was about to eat breakfast. However, all she did was look longingly back at her admittedly delicious looking waffle, and shake her head no.