New story for FutureWWEDiva2011. Short beginning chapter. Read, review and enjoy!

"Sara...I love you," Randy whispered in her ear as he continued making love to his girlfriend of almost three years.

"I love you too," she whispered back as she closed her eyes in content of the pleasure he was giving her right now. No matter how many times they made love, it still felt like the first time. Sara was head over heels in love with Randy Orton, and she was sure that nothing would ever come between them and the love they shared together.

With a loud groan and one last hard thrust, Randy emptied his seed inside of her. She smiled at pulled him closer for a kiss while she felt his warm love inside of her. They had been together long enough to know that this relationship was headed for long term status, so they didn't bother themselves with protection when things started to heat up. If something should happen, a little miracle perhaps, they would welcome it with open arms. Sara was in for the long haul; was Randy?

.

.

.

"Randy? Where are you? You're over an hour late. I'm worried; please call me back," Sara said worriedly as she left her boyfriend yet another message. He was supposed to pick her up at eight o'clock tonight for their date, and it was the clock was slowly creeping towards nine. Where was he, she asked herself for the hundredth time as she paced back and forth in her hotel room. She brushed her brown hair out of her eyes and looked at the clock again. What if something had happened to him?

She looked down at her phone again and willed it to ring; nothing. What should she do? She should start wandering around the hotel to see if anyone had seen him? She didn't want to seem like a pushy girlfriend, but this wasn't like him to be late like this. Deciding against her better judgment, she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her phone and purse and headed down the hall. She remembered Cody saying earlier that he was in room 336, just a few down from her and Randy's room.

.

.

.

"Baby, this is my dream! This is really happening," Randy said excitedly as he picked Sara up by the waist and swung her around the room. "I'm going to be champ!" he said with a huge smile as he set her back down on the floor with a huge smile.

"Randy, I'm so happy for you! I know you've been waiting a long time for this," Sara said as she pulled him closer to her for a hug and rested her head on his broad chest.

"You're really happy for me? You know, this means that I won't have as much time to spend with you, baby," Randy said softly as he lifted her chin to look at him.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're happy," she said with her green eyes filling with happy tears as she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips."

.

.

.

Sara knocked on Cody's door, and waited. She could hear people moving around and talking softly inside the room. After a few minutes, the door finally opened. "Uh, hey, Sara," Cody said quietly as he came out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

"Hi, Cody. Have you seen Randy? We were supposed to have a date tonight, and I haven't heard from him yet. I'm starting to get a little bit worried," Sara said nervously as she bit down on her bottom lip.

Cody's eyes avoided hers. He was looking everywhere but at her. "No, haven't seen him. I'm sure...I'm sure he's just running late. But, um, I've got company, so I should get back inside. But, um, if I see him, I'll be sure to send him your way," he said quickly as he opened the door and went back into the room, leaving her to stand alone in the hallway, wondering why Cody was acting so weird.

On the way back to her own room, she started thinking about how weird it was that Randy was actually part of a stable, a group, right now. She wasn't too sure that she liked the two new guys that he was always hanging around with at work—Ted DiBiase and Cody Runnels. They were nice guys and everything, but there was just something about them that made her nervous about the way her boyfriend had been acting lately; unfortunately, Sara couldn't quite put her finger on was it was exactly that was making her so nervous.

.

.

.

Sara tried calling Randy a couple of more times that night without much luck. She finally gave up around eleven thirty and put her pajamas on and laid down on the bed watching tv and dozed off. It had been a long day at work and she was just exhausted. She had been looking forward to spending some alone time with Randy, but that apparently wasn't going to happen tonight.

Sometime after one in the morning, Randy quietly unlocked the hotel room and door and crept into the room he had been sharing with his girlfriend. He went into the bathroom and stripped down to his boxer shorts, washed his face and then crawled into bed with Sara, who was sleeping peacefully. Any other woman would still be wide awake, pacing back and forth, pissed off that their boyfriend had blown them off. But not Sara; she was one in a million. She was one of the most understanding women he had ever met. He knew that he could give her some bullshit excuse, and she would accept his apology and just forget all about it.

He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him. She stirred a little in her sleep. Little did he know that she was actually awake right now; the sound of him trying to creep into the room undetected had awoken her. On one hand, she was glad that he was all right and that he had come back to her, on the other hand, the strange, unfamiliar scent of another woman's perfume was enough to break her heart.

He had done it again.