Chapter One – Woa Is Me

Randy Orton arrived back in St Louis with his head hung low and ego badly bruised. All his father and mother did was shake their heads at him. This month totally sucked ass. He had dated a girl for what felt like half his life, he married her and she decided six months into their marriage she couldn't handle that life. The life she'd dealt with their entire relationship. Why did it suddenly bother her that he traveled four days a week? Fuck her. He wasn't even sure he still loved her. She wasn't sure she loved him. They both wondered on their wedding day if this was what they truly wanted but let everyone around them talk them into it. He probably hadn't loved her in over a year, but she was familiar.

If Randy had a gun at this very moment he'd more than likely use it. Either on himself or someone else. His life was pretty shitty at the moment and all he wanted was a beer. Or two. And a shot. That was all he needed to let his cares be washed away by the alcohol.

He pulled into the parking lot of a bar he'd never seen before. A few of his old pals told him this was the place to go for the best atmosphere and some anonymity. Nobody cared who you were at this bar and that was exactly what he wanted. For tonight he just wanted to be Randy, not Randy Orton, not Randy Orton WWE superstar, not Randy Orton Bob's oldest boy. Just Randy.

He walked inside and was met by the loud music and loud conversations. It was a sports bar from the old days and was nothing like the neuveau sports bars that sprung up everywhere. He kept his head low and found a seat at the far end of the bar itself. He sat there for a few moments before he was told the bartender would be right back, more alcohol was needed. Good, he thought, keep it coming.

"What can I get ya?" Randy heard yanking him back from his pity me thoughts. He looked up into the most amazing gray eyes he'd ever seen. He'd never seen gray eyes before except on Huskies, but hers were definitely gray. He couldn't take his eyes from her face. She had hardly any make-up on and as he looked at her more and more, he didn't think she had on anything but a little gloss. He started with her deep chocolate hair that hung down her back, her perfect nose, those eyes that mesmerized him with their long lashes, and lips that he wanted to suck on. What did Hollywood call them? Bee stung lips. Lips somewhere between Jennifer Garner and Angelina. She was tall too, or was she standing on something? Sculpted arms, athletic body. His view stopped at her waistline since she was standing behind the bar but he yearned for more. He imagined a perfect ass, long legs sculpted like her arms slightly tanned to perfection. "Hello? Would you like a drink?"

She knew he was studying her, all the men did. She also knew who he was but she wasn't the least bit impressed, she'd seen bigger celebrities in her bar than the local boy who made it big.

"What's on draft?" He asked and flinched as his voice cracked like a prepubescent kid. She smirked at him and watched him. She could see something was going on in that pretty boy head and beer wasn't going to cut it. He had bags under his eyes and hadn't shaven in a few days. She found him to be quite sexy, much better in person. She would never admit she was a wrestling fan, even when her patrons requested it on the big screen every Monday and Friday. This bar was known as the WWE bar and she even stayed open late on Sundays for the pay per views. Football during the days and wrestling at night when it was on.

"Here, handsome." She placed an import in front of him and two shot glasses. She pushed the darker liquid to him and left the lighter closer to her. She waited for him to look at her and she raised her shot glass. He flashed that sexy smirk and clinked his glass to hers. He made a hideous face as the liquid burned his throat.

"Jaeger?" He asked and realized his vocal chords weren't ready to speak, they were still on fire. She hopped up on the bar and sat in front of him, dangling her long legs on either side of him. He now had the full view of her body and his erection confirmed it. She wore a school girl uniform skirt that would have been illegal in any private school and a white tank top that had diva spelled out in rhinestones. Her black boots reached her knees and if she had a whip it would have completed his fantasy. He actually had yet to sit back and his elbows still rested on the bar mere inches from the place he suddenly yearned to be. He was eye level with the most perfect set of twins he'd ever met. Not too big and not too small and he couldn't help but look. "Um, I feel like I should introduce myself."

She smiled at him and refilled his shot glass. "That's alright, no need, you just look like you need someone to talk too or just someone to sit with and say nothing."

"Is it that obvious?" He took his second shot and this time she didn't refill his glass. He hadn't moved either. He knew it was appropriate for him to do so, but being this close to her was intoxicating. She knew what she was doing was completely inappropriate and bold of her, but what the hell. She swung her leg to one side and took the stool next to him.

"Tell me what's wrong." She said as she looked at him. His body seemed to respond to this total stranger and something told him he cold trust her with everything. The problem was the location. He looked around at the other patrons and wondered if they knew who he was or if they even cared, but if he told her the truth would it spread like gossip? He instinctively knew she wouldn't say a word, but others could hear them and leak it to the internet. Shit, he could wind up the first wrestler on the cover of the National Enquirer. She noticed he wanted to talk but wouldn't in this locale. She went back around the bar, grabbed a bottle of Jack and Smirnoff and nodded for him to follow her.

They sat on the chocolate leather couch in her office and did another shot. "Do you always do this?" He asked as he nodded toward the bottles and waved his hands motioning to her office. She laughed.

"Hell no." She said pointedly. "I do offer a friendly ear to my customers and will listen and give advice if they ask, but nobody's ever been in my office."

"Why me then?" He liked talking to her in a quiet space.

"You definitely need to talk to someone impartial and I knew you were uncomfortable out there no matter how loud it was." She turned and looked at him. "Talk to me."

Randy stood and paced her office with his full glass in his hand. He stopped and looked at her and knew right now he needed to kiss her. He could get a smack but he was going to try. He threw back the shot and slammed the glass on the desk. He stood staring at her and she watched him. Randy moved swiftly to her and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her firmly holding her tightly to him. The only movement he made was releasing her arms and putting his hands in her hair. He didn't change the kiss, didn't attempt to make it deeper, he just needed to feel someone else against him. When he finally broke from her he looked at her quizzically. "And you name is…"

She laughed and realized she never told him. "Charlie." Randy looked at her trying to figure out why she had a boy name. "It's short for Charlotte. My parents thought it would be cute to name me after the city where I was conceived. Its gross if you ask me, but I like the name." He smiled at her. A real smile, the first one in months. He stepped back and rubbed his face. This gave her the chance to study him from head to toe. He was an incredible looking man, built like an athlete with leading man good looks. He wore a black polo shirt and loose fit Ralph Lauren jeans. He was a walking promo for RL. His thighs looked huge in person and his 6'4 stature seemed much larger than she thought. Charlie was 5'10 and he seemed to tower over her.

"Do you always dress like that?" He asked and she looked a little shocked. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

"It's ok and no. It's bar-wear. I don't dress slutty or skanky, sorry." She really wasn't sorry. She dressed like this for the tips plain and simple. Tits and ass always made the bucks and it was a sad fact of life. As a matter of fact she hated these clothes and how she felt in them. Randy felt like an ass.

"I'm sorry, no offense. I didn't mean it like that, it's just… well, it's distracting." He tried to smile and relaxed a little when she smiled back.

"No offense taken. Now are you going to spill your guts or do I have to beat it out of you?" Charlie smirked at him this time.

"You can beat it out of me." He replied with a cocky air to him. She laughed and flashed him the best sexy eyes she could. "Please?" He tried again. Something about this man made her feel warm and fuzzy. Charlie hugged him and held him tight.

"If you don't want to talk about what's bothering you it's ok." She sat back on the couch knowing full well he'd spill it.

Randy took a deep breath and sat next to her staring at his shot glass he grabbed from the desk. "I've been given a leave of absence from work and it's my fault." He couldn't blame anyone but himself. Randy told her about the immature things he'd done, the way everyone thought he was disrespecting the business and his anger management classes. He had a very short fuse and let it get the best of him one too many times. The company even tried hiring back Randy's dad to travel with him and 'babysit' him, and it worked for awhile. It seemed to be the guidance Randy needed, but when he appeared to be on the right track finally, his dad was released and Randy drifted to his old ways.

He wasn't an ass or a dick, he wasn't disrespecting anybody or anything, he just felt lost. He knew he wanted to be a wrestler but something bothered him about it and he hadn't figured that out. He admitted he had acted like a 15 year old kid who thought he was the shit, he just didn't know how to change that image everyone now had of him. It was his own doing and he was unsure how to fix this.

"I also had a really rough match and my shoulder was in excrutiating pain. I was alone in my locker room and I lit one up. I took a few hits and as I was finishing up and putting it away, someone walked in. He took one look at me and went straight to Vince." He leaned back and put his hands on his eyes. "I'm a fuckin idiot and for that I'm suspended for 60 days, I've embarrassed my family and I've subjected myself to ridiculous classes and counseling."

Charlie looked at him and couldn't believe it. This was way more than she expected and hoped it wasn't written on her face. "So what's next for you, Randy?"

He turned and looked at her and thought long and hard. "I'm not sure."