Chapter 1

Illiana breathed in deeply enjoying the hot sun beaming down on her skin. The traffic 35 stories below did little to annoy the young woman as she enjoyed one of the few days with no plans, no appointments just her and her home. Peace and quiet.

"Illiana! Ah put some clothes on!"

Rolling her icy bluish gray eyes Illiana sat up removing her sunglasses to glare at her older brother. "I am wearing clothes! It's called a bikini! It's unseasonably warm today. And what are you doing here?"

"Did you forget the show tonight, remember?" Ryan was all too excited about his trip to Raw that night. Much like father and son watched football together and mother and daughter would cook together, Illiana and Ryan watched wrestling together. From the tender age of 11 Illiana would be planted every Monday night in front of the TV watching 'Raw is War'. At first because she thought Jeff Hardy was cute but then out of pure appreciation for the athleticism and talent. Now an adult Illiana went to shows whenever it was possible and this time Ryan got to tag along. Being the older brother of Illiana Delacorte had its perks.

Rolling her eyes again Illiana looked at her older brother that was acting more like his shoe size than his age. "Ryan." Illiana whined. "I just got home at 5 this morning I really want to relax or sleep or do both. And how could I forget? It's my birthday gift to you and the show doesn't start until tonight. Its 2pm the guys are probably just getting to the arena."

"I know what time it is. I also know how long it takes you to get ready."

Raising an eyebrow Illiana stood and walked through the glass door into her two story, 4 bedroom penthouse. Stomping to her room her voice could be heard through the open home. "I want my key back too!" It was safe to say Illiana was not your average 22yr old. Stepping out the shower with the towel tightly around her body she could see his reflection in the mirror. "What Ryan?"

"Were you out until 5am with someone or were you on set?" Ryan knew his sister was a partier just as much as she was a hard worker.

With a scowl the 5'3 girl spun on her heels her icy blue eyes only held a small distraction from the black circles under her eyes. "If you want to go to the show tonight I suggest not accusing me of things like that. I was working, as I have been the past 3 months and I am exhausted. If you want you can go to the show alone while I catch up on sleep because they will not let you backstage without me." Illiana ran a brush through her hair roughly.

"Calm down Illy." Ryan kissed his sister's forehead. "I'm just looking out for you." With that he left his sister's room letting her dress.

A few hours later the duo had arrived at the arena. "Please...please don't embarrass me." Illiana looked over to Ryan. "Please?"

"Illy stop acting like I'm 5 instead of 25. I won't embarrass you." Leaning in he kissed the top of his sister's head. "And thank you." Ryan had been an avid wrestling fan since he could remember. His all-time favorite was Stone Cold Steve Austin. When he was a child he tried to do everything like him, including a stunner on his sister, which landed her in the ER and him grounded for two months and no wrestling shown in the house for a while after. As Illiana got older she wanted to fit in with her big brother and took up his interest as much as possible. Attempting to play football wasn't an option and neither was going out with Ryan and his friends so watching wrestling at home it was. Over the years Ryan had been to countless shows but never backstage and never front row. His baby sister truly was the best.

Walking to the back entrance Illiana flashed a smile and gave her name, grabbed her brother's hand and walked through the halls. Even dressed down in a pair of jeans, knee high boots and a tight baby tee Illiana looked like a rock star. With thick black hair half way down her back and make up applied like a true artist she stepped one foot in front of the other texting furiously.

"You're going to hit a wall like that."

Looking up at the voice Illiana smiled. "Adam!" Even with her heels she just met his shoulders.

"I didn't know you were coming tonight. How are you Illy?" Adam asked embracing the young girl in a warm hug.

"It's his birthday." Illiana pointed behind her to the star struck man. "And I'm doing good, staying busy like usual. You?"

"Same old shit you know." Adam shrugged.

Ryan stood back listening to his sister and the rated R superstar talk like they were old friends and he was none too pleased when the 6'4 man called his baby sister Illy. A name used only by those closest to her. Ryan didn't want to think about how they knew one another or how well, he was just going to focus on the fact someone he watched on TV every week was standing in front of him.

"Happy birthday." Adam extended his hand.

"Holy shit its Edge!" Ryan sounded like a giddy little girl at a Justin Bieber concert.

"Do we look related?" Illiana asked with one closed eye slapping a hand on her forehead in embarrassment.

"Not at all." Adam laughed and in reality they didn't. Ryan was roughly 6 feet tall and Illiana barely making it to 5'3. While Ryan sported the hazel eyes from their father Illy took after their mother with a near see through bluish gray. Although naturally curly Illy had her hair straight tonight while Ryan let the tiny curls do a balancing act upon his head.

"Thank you." Continuing her walk with Adam by her side and Ryan at his side they made it to catering. Seeing a table full of divas Ryan began to make his way towards them when he felt himself being held back. "If you embarrass me...this will be your last time backstage." Letting him go Illy went on her own to say hello to the friends she made at the last show.

"Excuse me!" Randy pushed through the crowd to get to catering. He was not in the best of moods. With his flight being delayed, the car rental place losing his reservations and he was now starving and the table of food was blocked by the men he worked with drooling over some little girl.

Sitting at his regular table with Cody, Ted, Adam and John he began to eat. "Oh my god! It's Randy Orton!" A man yelled running over. "Can I have your autograph?"

Adam hid his smile. "Illy's brother."

Scribbling his name on the paper and watching the guy run off Randy looked to Adam. "Who?"

"Illiana Delacorte, you know the actress? She's the girl in the middle of a WWE orgy over there." Ted nodded his head in the direction of the roster drooling over the starlet.

"Oh please what is so special about her? She's hot so what? So are most of the girls that wait after the shows for us. I mean seriously what has this chick done? Get anorexia, go to rehab and make a sex tape like every other young actress out there?" All four guys were quiet.

"Actually I do drink but more of its a social thing and I'm never wasted to the point I can't handle myself, now I love sex but never would I be stupid enough to make a tape and yes before a role if need be I tend to diet but I could never be anorexic because I like food too much, not to mention I think I have a pretty nice body without starving myself don't you?" Turning around Randy looked at the woman before him. She was the fantasy that every man wished would come true. Her eyes were hypnotizing and she had these pouty pink lips that dropped his mind deep into the gutter. Long dark hair flowed down her back and although she couldn't have weighed more than 110lbs she commanded attention. "I'm Illiana but...I think you know that." He watched her, watching him. Her eyes went up and down his clothed body and she smiled. "If any of you see Ryan can you please tell him to answer his phone? I have an interview to do for . It was nice to meet you Randy."

"Go after her." Adam pushed

"What?" Randy looked at him like he was crazy. "Why?"

"Trust me Randy." Adam had experience with Illy and he knew the way she was looking at Randy because it was the same way she once looked at him. The entire time Illiana stood before Randy she pictured her tongue running over each and every design that decorated his arms and shoulder blades.

"Who said I wanted her?" The legend killer asked in all seriousness.

"If you don't want her...shit I'll take her." John stood about to walk to the door when Randy jumped up cutting in front off his friend to find Illiana.

Sitting on an equipment trunk Illiana let her legs swing back and forth as Sean a worker for stood in front of her taking notes. "So can you tell me how long you've been a wrestling fan?"

"I became fan when I was around 11...It would've been earlier if my brother didn't attempt to test out the moves on me."

Sean chuckled, writing down his answer. "He practiced moves on you often?"

"Eh he tried to but my mom usually stopped him but when I was 7 he attempted to do a stone cold stunner on me. I lost two teeth and he got grounded for two months. Luckily they were baby teeth though." Illy subconsciously ran her tongue over her teeth at the memory.

"We've seen you at quite a few shows"

"Whenever I am free and can get tickets I will be there." Illiana began to play with her fingers as she let her feet hit the metal trunk.

"And your favorite wrestler?"

"That changes with time I was in love with Jeff Hardy when I was 11. Right now though I would say my favorite is-"

"Me...Randy Orton of course." Randy interrupted causing a slow smile to break out across Illiana's face.

"No actually. I really enjoy watching Matthew or as he is known to the fans Evan Bourne, Cena and of course John Morrison." Illy replied watching the smile slip from Randy's face.

"Thank you for your time Miss Delacorte." Sean shook her hand. "This will be up by the end of show tonight."

"I'm really not one of your favorite wrestlers?" Randy was shocked, he thought he was getting a sign from her. Her eyes were to die for and in catering they were boring a hole into him.

"Nope."

"Seriously?" Randy watched as she pushed herself off the equipment trunk and studied her body wondering why he hadn't paid attention to her before. She had been to shows plenty of times but never made it on his radar.

"Yep."

"You've got to be kidding."

"No." Illy laughed. "Get over yourself." Flipping open her phone to call her brother Illy's wrist was grabbed by the legend killer himself.

"You're saying you don't want me? And that if I tell you I am staying at the four seasons on 57th in room 3100 you won't be in my room tonight with your panties on the floor?" Randy let his blue eyes stare into hers.

Feeling her heart rate quicken and a heat flash that would put any woman going through menopause to shame Illiana caught her breath. "That is exactly what I am saying." Smiling she grabbed Randy by the collar of his shirt and he let her pull him down to her height as she whispered in his ear. "In order for my panties to be on your floor...I'd have to be wearing them."

Walking down the hall Ryan stopped, he didn't like the sight before him. It made him sick how many times he heard his sister was a sex pot but it pissed him off when she played it up. "What is going on?" Ryan asked walking closer and putting a protective arm around his baby sister and staring at Randy's hand willing it to let go of her wrist as he stood up straight.

"Nothing." Linking arms with her brother she walked away but looked back at Randy, his face was priceless causing Illiana to bite her bottom lip in anticipation.

Neither Randy nor Illy spoke the rest of the night but that wasn't to say they didn't notice one another. During his match Randy watched as she stood and screamed, chanted with the crowd and even got into a playful pushing match with her brother. After the show Randy made his way to his rental locking eyes with Illiana as she signed autographs for the fans. She held his gaze until he was backing out of the parking spot.

"Don't think I am easy." Illiana spoke out of breath for the few seconds their lips parted.

"Did I say you were?" Randy yanked her top off in one swift motion. His hands rested on her hips as he felt her smooth skin.

"I am in your room and I've never met you before...that sounds-"

"Shh...less talking." Randy hoisted the small girl up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Holding her up against the wall there was too much want and need in the air to make this romantic or passionate. Hungry for her taste and pouty lips he felt himself grow eager at the fact she dodged him taking nips at his neck instead. She liked to play, and that would be cute if he didn't have need building up so strong it hurt. Licking his lips Randy savored the feel of the soft bites Illiana was placing on his neck but he needed more.

Holding her against the wall with his body alone he undid the button and zipper to her skinny jeans. Randy impatiently waited and watched Illiana as she arched into his body, reaching behind her unclasping the purple and black bra and letting it fall between them. Immediately his hands grabbed and caressed the soft mounds of flesh before dipping his head in for a taste her soft moans drove him forward. Slipping a hand into her open jeans he could feel her moist heat. There was no denying Illiana wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Pushing up Illiana flicked her tongue out licking Randy's bottom lip before wriggling out of his hold. With her feet on the floor she seductively bit her bottom lip walking backwards towards the bed inch my inch lowering her jeans.

Illiana didn't need to ask, call or wait Randy was undoing his belt and standing before her in a matter of seconds. Looking up into his blue eyes Illiana pushed his jeans to the floor and licked her palm, wrapping it around him dragging her hand down slowly. Hissing Randy closed his eyes her hand was so small and dainty, soft but with a good grip.

Play time was over, if he waited any longer he would explode. Literally. Pushing Illiana back on the bed he leaned over her petite frame and raised an eyebrow looking at the purple lace panties. Eliciting a gasp from Illiana, Randy held the ripped panties in his hand. Standing back Randy took in her soft supple skin, toned stomach decorated with a dangling belly ring down to the landing strip guiding him to his destination.

Randy wanted to be careful he was so much bigger than Illiana but the taste of her skin, her intoxicating scent, the squeamish way her body moved trying to get away from what he was giving her. He was overpowered by his driving force wanting to make her cum, to make her scream, to give her his all so she'd never forget. Most guys worried about themselves but Randy made sure to take care of whatever woman he was with whether it be a ring rat, a friend with benefits or a girlfriend. If a man could make a woman lose complete and utter control of her body then he had something to brag about. Tonight with Illiana would be no different.

"Ah mi dios." Randy drove in harder as her body became tense one hand griped the sheets so tight they could tear. The other clawed into Randy's back. Reaching between them without missing a beat Randy pressed the button to release all. She didn't scream or cry but rather a whimper as her body convulsed like a 1000 watts of electricity were running through her veins. The sounds she made, her beautiful face twisted into a tortured pleasure and the after tremors of his work was enough to push Randy over the edge.

With one hand Randy held himself up not wanting to crush her precious body and looking down he smiled. Illiana's lips slightly parted and eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Randy withdrew himself expelling a deep breath he stood and crossed the room to the bathroom to discard the condom. After cleaning up a bit Randy opened the bathroom door surprised to see Illiana standing and half way dressed. No girl had ever left him. Just two weeks ago he literally had to pick up the girl he was with and sit her in the hall slamming the door before she could get back in. Even then she banged and cried calling through the door, describing in detail what she would let him do to her and what she would do to him if only he let her back in. That went on for an hour before he called security. "Where are you going?"

Illiana pulled her shirt over her head and leaned over zipping her boots without even looking Randy's way. "Home." It was a simple clean cut answer but still caught Randy off guard. Did he do something wrong? He couldn't have possibly done something wrong the way she cried out and writhed about beneath him. Looking for her bra she could feel Randy watching her and even though she was just naked with him his constant staring was making her uneasy. Spotting the bra by the door Illiana grabbed it and stuffed it in her pocket before looking in the mirror. "You have to leave in the morning, I have things I need to do so you know, its best." Picking up her purse she walked to the door swinging it open. "Thanks for tonight."

Randy scoffed; just like that she was gone. No kiss goodbye, no phone number or I'll see you later.

The next morning Illiana whined putting the pillow over head at her loud friend/assistant walked into her bedroom. "Go away!"

"Its 10am get up!"

"No." Illiana whined "Why did I give you a key?"

"So which one of them did you hook up with this time?" Olivia asked. Illiana gave her the finger. "I know you were with one of them...you never sleep this late unless you had an overnight shoot annnnd." Illiana heard papers ruffling. "You were caught leaving a hotel at 3 this morning."

"Nosy bastards." Illiana mumbled. "I hope they have an itchy ass from hiding out in the bushes all night." Got damn paparazzi.

"Was he good?" Olivia asked with a smile.

"Try amazing." The two giggled like school girls

"Details?"

"Now you know me better than that...I never kiss and tell."