Why does he have to be hot and married? (Randy Orton Love Story)

Chapter 8

*Aby’s P. o.V.*

“Aby?” Randy asked.  “What the hell did you do to my girl and who the hell are you!?” He nearly yelled.

“Your girl?” Zeke questioned.

Randy huskily laughed and said “Yes, my girl.”

“Well if she were your girl you would have been there to save her from that guy trying to rape her in the fucking bathroom!” Zeke screamed.

I could tell after awhile that they were both getting really pissed.

Randy grabbed me out of Zeke’s arms and I curled up into a ball against him feeling safer and started sobbing even harder.

Randy pulled me closer to him and said “Don’t worry you’re safe now. Let’s get you back to our room.”

He carried me out of the building and into the truck. I felt safer with him by my side. He started the truck and drove to our hotel.

“I’m so sorry for what happened, I should’ve been there.” He said.

I mean I couldn’t do anything but cry and nod.

Before I knew it Randy was out of the car, and taking me upstairs to our room.

Once we were back in the room Randy laid me on my bed .Before he could pull away I grabbed his shirt still scared to be left alone, even though he would still be in the room.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” I whispered.

“Sure,” he said.

He lies down next to me and I curl up next to him.

I lay my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. After awhile I felt myself falling into a long blissful sleep.

-

I soon woke up and decided to take a shower, to get my mind off of the things that happened last night at the club. When I was done I got dressed and then I heard the door open, and Randy looked at me hungrily. He yanked me out of the bathroom by my wrists and I knew that I was going to have bruises there later. He threw me on the bed so forcefully that my head rammed into the wall. 

“Randy, please don’t….” I whimpered.

“I know you want me as much as I want you,” he said.

“Please, stop” I begged.

He forced me out of my top, and then he went for my bra.

“STOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

-

I soon heard Randy’s voice asking, “Aby, are you okay?”

“What?” I asked.

“I guess you had a nightmare, do you want to talk about it?”

I nod my head and say, “I had a dream where y-you t-tr-tried to rape m-me” And now I was crying in front of Randy again. I hate this feeling of vulnerability in me, it sucks.

“You know I would never do that to you Aby, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

“So what should we do today? I don’t really want to do this, but do you want to have a chick flick marathon?” he asked. I knew he knew that he was going to regret asking this question.

I wiped the remainder of my tears and said, “Yeah, I’d like that,” then I bent over and kissed him on his cheek.

When I pulled away, I could feel my face heat up, and I’m pretty sure I look like a tomato. Wonderful.

“You know you’re cute when you blush,” Randy whispered.

I didn’t know what to say to that, but I managed to get out a, “Thank you.”

“Alright, why don’t you get dressed and then we can go find some movies to watch. Sound good?” he asked.

“Sounds awesome,” I replied. I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I went over to my bag, and grabbed a random outfit. I slipped it on and out of my dress from last night. I figured since today was going to be a lazy day, I wore my hair up in a messy bun.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Randy pulling his shirt off. I couldn’t help but stare. He is so sexy…

“Hey,” I heard while snapping out of my trance.

“Oh, hey Randy, you ready to go?”

 “Yeah, I can’t find a shirt to wear though.”

“Wow, never thought I’d be rooming with a fashionista.”

“I can’t decide pink sparkles or blue sparkles,” he replied in a high pitched girly voice.

I let out a laugh, you got to admit that was pretty funny. After I settled down I said, “Pink, goes with your tan.”

He sighed deeply, “It’s not pink… it’s salmon.”

“Then wear the fucking salmon,” I replied.

“I don’t have salmon,” he said just barely above a whisper.

“What?” I asked.

“I don’t have salmon,” he whispered again.

“I can’t hear you Randy you’re going to have to speak louder.”

“I said I don’t have the fucking salmon,” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I walked over to his bag, and pulled out a salmon colored shirt. “Are you sure you don’t have salmon Randy?”

He smiled at me, and said “That’s pink.”

I searched through his bag some more and found a nice dark blue t-shirt that said The Legend Killer: Randy Orton. I tossed it to him and he put it on.

“Alright, let’s hit the movie store Rachael.”

“My names not Rachael,” he replied.

We got on the elevator, and I pressed floor 1. “Well Rachael, since you have a pink shirt and not a salmon shirt, you either were forced to buy that shirt, or you’re gay. My bet’s on the second choice.”

“Ha ha, very funny, I’m not gay.”

“Sure you’re not,” I replied with a fake smile.

The elevator dinged and we walked into the lobby. “If I’m gay, then why did I kiss you?”

“To prove that you are gay Rachael,” I said.

“I’m not-“

“Is he your boyfriend Aby?” Zeke asked.