It was a quiet table. I ate, he ate. No conversation what so ever. I figured he'd talk, but Randy just looked up every once and a while. He wanted this but he wouldn't speak. Something was up, but I just couldn't figure out what it was. So I just decided to break the ice. "So...you did well tonight."
"Oh yeah! Yeah, I did really well. You know, I think that they're gonna give me the title."
"Really? That's awesome." Not that I really cared.
"But, I guess you would know more about that than I would. I mean, you are the one that writes the scripts."
"Well, I don't really write them. I put ideas out there and then we look at them and then we write the scripts. But I haven't heard anything from Steph about the title, but maybe." Is that what this is all about? Me giving him the title? I didn't know, but I just kept with the conversation.
"Cool." It was awkward. Very awkward. I just kept wondering what was wrong with him. I mean, what happened to the cocky, arrogant, Randy Orton. This was shy, out of his element, goofy Randy Orton. But then he perked up and started to talk a little more. "So...um...why do you not date wrestlers?"
I thought I had already answered that question, but it was something. "I just don't like dating people I work with."
"Well, not that I am trying to pry into your past, but I heard that when you did date a wrestler it didn't go so well."
He's such a woman. Men truly do gossip more than woman. And usually it's worse than what woman have to say. "Yes Randy. I dated someone on the RAW roster and it didn't work out."
"Is that why you haven't dated anyone since?"
Now he was prying. "I don't know. I just didn't want to date anyone. Is that okay with you Randy?"
"Look I am not trying to offend you."
"Yeah well you are." I got up. "Please excuse me."
I went off to the bathroom and Randy slammed his head on the table. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" As he abused himself, Randy's phone went off. "Hello?" He wasn't up for talking right now. "Oh. Hi. Yeah, uh, meet me at my room at ten. Okay. Bye." As I returned he put his phone away. As I sat down he started to gravel. "Look, Alyssa, I am sorry. I just thought that if I found out why you were so against dating maybe then I could try and show you that not all wrestlers are bad."
"Yeah, Randy, I am just a little touchy about stuff like that okay. But if you want the truth here it is. I dated Jeff. I thought we were perfect for each other and I was wrong. He ended up cheating on me with every girl he could and then he got abusive."
"What?"
"Yeah. And then before I could get away from him he beat me up and left me for a whore. So yeah, I guess you can say that I am touchy when it comes to the subject of me dating."
"That's why Jeff got fired isn't it?"
"Yeah, but now he's in TNA and I don't have to worry about him. But he has long since apologized and I just moved on from that."
"Wow. That's terrible. I am really sorry."
"Oh don't be. I don't want pity Randy. I just want you to know that that's why I don't date. Got it now?"
"Yeah." Randy lowered his head. He couldn't look at me. Not just yet. He was letting what I said sink in. But instead of dwelling on it, he changed the subject. "So, do you still hate me?"
"You're growing on me."
"Well, that's better than nothing at all I guess." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but find myself smiling back. He was so beautiful. I may not like the man's ways, but I never said that Randy Orton wasn't gorgeous. And the one thing I loved about this man were his eyes. I had a thing for eyes and just looking into his I felt myself melt. Then I realized that it was getting late and I had a staff meeting bright and early tomorrow.
"Randy, this has been great, but I have to go."
I stood up and he stood up. "What? But we were having such a good time; at least I thought we were."
"No, no, we were, it's just that I have a very important meeting tomorrow morning and I..."
"Say no more. I know what you mean. Just let me get the check and then I'll take you to your hotel."
"Okay."
We were staying at the same hotel. But he was on a higher floor than me. So he just stayed with me till I hit my floor. It was a silent ride but as soon as I heard the elevator ding I looked at him. "Well, thank you Randy. It was a very nice night."
"My pleasure Alyssa." I walked out but before I could walk away he grabbed my hand. "Alyssa?"
I turned back towards him. "Yes Randy?"
Then he pulled me close and softly kissed me. He pulled back and said, "I really enjoyed tonight. And I hope that we could do this again."
My eyes still closed and almost memorized I said, "Yeah that sounds good."
I turned and left the elevator. As the doors closed I fell against a wall and smiled. My god! That boy could kiss. And it wasn't forced. It was just nice and sweet. Maybe I was wrong about Mr. Orton. Just maybe.
It was ten o' clock on the dot when he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it she didn't even wait. She just pushed past him and into his hotel room. "So, why did I have to meet you at ten? You out with that writer?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, I was out with the writer. Now, enough small talk. You know why you're here, no more stalling." Randy pointed to the bedroom and Candice got up from the couch. "I'll be there in a minute."
She walked past him and started to slowly strip as she walked towards the bedroom. "Don't make me wait too long Randy."
Randy watched as she entered the room and then he stopped and thought about what he was about to do. This is why I hated him, and this was why I had left Jeff. Jeff was a cheater, and now Randy was as well. But, as he thought of this, he just shook it off and said to himself, it's just a bet. That doesn't mean I can't still enjoy myself.
Then, taking all thought of me out of his mind, he went to his bedroom and spent the night with Candice. Though he just couldn't shake my confession the whole time.