And just for my hubby...

So earlier, I was cleaning our house and I was listening to Alien Ant Farm on my iPod. I made a comment on Twitter (@veraroberts, btw) to my hubby that we should walk into the reception playing this song. He agreed.

So hubby...here ya go...

Just Because I Had To....

When is it about the marriage?

So I'm reading through several bridal blogs as of late, trying to get ideas here and there about our big day coming up next year. Now Max has let me have free reign of everything. He's a man, so I can't blame him. Soccer, beer, and books are his passions; not what shade of purple is going to look best at the reception.

So I'm trying to gather ideas and it dawns on me that several women are more concerned about the wedding than the marriage. A few even said that if it didn't work out, they could always get divorced.

What. The. Hell. Batman.

First of all, if you're planning your divorce, you shouldn't be planning your wedding. Second of all, a wedding is a small day in a lifetime of being together. I want a wedding, Max rather we go to Vegas and call it a night (which we might do anyways.) But the point is, neither one of us is stressed over the wedding. If it happens, great. If it doesn't, well, we have more money to do what we really like.

But neither one of us is so obsessed with the wedding that it controls or dictates our lives. (Of course, I say this now, more than a year away. I might be speaking a different tune when it gets closer to the wedding itself. )

I don't know...I see the big deals about weddings but I'm also like, 'Meh...it's just one day. What about the rest of your lives?'

Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Now, I'm sure there's been more than enough blogs and dedications to MJ but I have to do one of my own...and share a story that only 2 other people know, for one of them was actually there with me.

In December 2001, I wanted to go see Jingle Ball at the Staples Center in LA. My girl, Audrey, was a big fan of LFO so I wanted to get tickets for us so we could go. I was still unsure if I wanted to go but I decided whatever, it's a good concert with a lot of good artists (it was also the first time I've seen Alicia Keys perform and Shakira).

KIIS-FM announced Michael Jackson was going to make a special guest appearance and immediately I was like, 'I'm there!' The last time I saw Michael Jackson in concert or in a concert setting was when he was performing with The Jacksons....yeah, I was a wee Crystal. I barely remember that concert, needless to say.

But anyhoo, shoot it to December 2001. Audrey and I go to the concert and we're enjoying ourselves. I remember seeing Sugar Ray, who were awesome and Toya, another R&B singer at the time. Bt when MJ came out to get his Lifetime Achievement award...I mean...I could see why everyone cried and fainted around him. I felt myself tearing up. I was in shock....'There he is! There he is!' I kept saying to Audrey.

Anyone who has been in my car knows that Off the Wall is in constant rotation. Just recently before I left for San Francisco, I was going through the CD section at Best Buy looking for another MJ CD to purchase. It was either Thriller or one of the Jacksons CDs. I didn't get either...now I'm wishing I did. The CDs are probably sold out by now.

Michael Jack (slang term) shaped my career. If I was in a bad mood, I put on PYT. If I wanted to work out, I put on Can't Let Her Get Away. I loved Alien Ant Farm's cover of Smooth Criminal. And I remember just recently, me and Max were jammin' to Billie Jean at a nightclub. As a little girl, I wore the Michael Jackson shirt as my brothers were the respective jackets.

Michael Jack...you'll be missed. You were a living legend and icon while you were alive and now moreso that you're gone. RIP Mike....you're amazing!

The Power Player---Full Chapter

“I am going to kick your motherfucking ass!” Randy shouted as he entered Rae’s trailer.

Rae smiled as she prepared for the night’s show. It had been several days since she set up the Blind Date from Hell between her best friends. Mickie was awfully silent and Randy, well, couldn’t wait to tell Rae off in person. It was only a matter of time before Rae learned of the deliciously wicked details in all glory. “Yes, lover?”

“Oh, fuck you, Rae. Fuck you!” Randy snickered. If he couldn’t blame it on the a-a-alcohol., he damn sure was going to blame his best friend for the actions his dick had done.

Rae had been impatiently waiting by her phone for any updates from Randy. He was a master of telling off people by using just a few words, usually all of them four-letter ones. He never said he had a big vocabulary. I guess his dick made up for it. “I take it was a good date?”

“No, it wasn’t a good date and I should fucking kick you in the twat for being such a bitch,” he insulted as Rae laughed, “no, this shit isn’t funny.”

“Randy, the date was on Wednesday. It’s now Monday night. You’re just now complaining to me? If the date was that bad, I would’ve heard about it on Thursday morning, which what do you know?” Rae took out her flip phone and screened through the call list. “Your number isn’t on here. Heh. How about that?”

Randy knew where Rae was going with her commentary. She had a point. But he couldn’t let her know that. “If you were a man, I’d fuck you up.”

“If you were a man,” she retorted, “you would tell me what really happened.”

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“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Because your mouth is silent,” Maria commented, “and for you, that’s a first!”

Mickie James always had something to say and it usually wasn’t positive, either. She was known for her wisecracks and smart-ass remarks. Anyone and everyone was fair game. If she had a great date, everyone knew. If she had a bad date, everyone knew.

But her date with Randy? No one knew. And what occurred on that date was a heavily-guarded secret. If Randy was going to pretend he didn’t know Mickie, she damn sure was going to return the favor.

Even if she didn’t want to.

“You sure you’re okay?” Maria prodded. “You’re never this quiet.”

“Geez, can’t a bitch keep her thoughts to herself for once?” Mickie muttered in frustration.

“No, not you,” Trish shook her head.

Mickie turned her head towards Trish and gave her a death glance. “Real fuckin’ cute, Blondie.”

“I’m just saying,” Trish held up her hands, “you’re never this quiet.”

“Did Vince piss you off?” Victoria asked.

“No.”

“Did Stephanie piss you off?” Torrie asked.

“No.”

“Did one of the guys piss you off?” Michelle asked.

The million-dollar question. Randy didn’t piss Mickie off, per se, but he did make her feel like shit. She had a feeling the next morning was going to be awkward but she wasn’t expecting him to up and leave her like she was some floozy one-night stand. He didn’t even give the common respect of saying ‘Good-bye.’ Now that really upset Mickie. At least she gave her booty-calls a Post-It Note on the mirror. “No,” she answered curtly, “now, if you excuse me, I have to get ready for my match, and not this fake-ass interrogation from CSI: Whore Division.” She then left the locker room.

The Divas gathered around each other and just stared at the closed door. Something was up with Mickie. She was never that silent and private. Even when her goldfish died, she went on about it for days. When she broke a heel in her good pumps, she mourned them as if she lost a relative.

Something was definitely amiss with Ms. James. And The Divas were determined to find out what it was. Trish stepped out in front and folded her arms. “I wonder who was her mystery date last week?”

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“Well? Are you going to tell me or do I have to beat it out of you?”

“You and how many of your friends?”

Rae devilishly grinned. Something happened alright the other night between Randy and Mickie. He wouldn’t have been that quiet about nothing. Rae had a feeling on what might have occurred but thinking and wondering didn’t help anyone but Cinderella. She needed proof. “I’m listening?”

“Um…”

“Is there something I should know about?”

“What? Nah..” Randy brushed off her question.

“You sure?” She prodded.

Randy looked around to make sure no one was within earshot of what he was about to reveal. The last thing he needed was more gossip. “You can’t say anything, Flower.”

Rae held up her crossed fingers. “Promise, Thumper.”

Randy swallowed his pride and carefully thought if revealing the incriminating details of the other night was worth it. He was better off pretending it never happened like he had been for the past week. They say the truth shall set one free, but Randy had no problem keeping it locked up in a cage.

Meanwhile, Rae was growing impatient. She knew what was going to tell her but nothing beat hearing it straight from the Whore’s mouth. “Fool, are you going to tell me because I don’t have…”

“I slept with Mickie,” he blurted.

A smirk grew on Rae’s face. It finally happened. Rae knew the hatred between Mickie and Randy was more of sexual frustration, not pure dislike, despite how much both would like to claim it was. Now the deed was done and both were acting like it never happened. Not surprising, Rae thought.

Still, she kept her smile on. It wasn’t the typical, “I told you so,” smirk but rather, ‘Oh, he finally admitted it?’ “When did this take place?”

“On our date,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“Woman, you heard me,” he sternly reminded.

Rae sweetly smiled. There was time to gloat later. “Well, was it good, at least?”

Was it good? Randy wanted to smile. It was fucking amazing. Mickie knew exactly what she was doing. Her tongue was both skillful and addicting. She can suck start a 747. Her core was tight and moist, encompassing his shaft with every thrust he gave her. She didn’t scream like his previous conquests but dared him to fuck her harder and faster.

Come on, give it to Mama, Daddy.

Ooh…is that for me? Let me have a taste.

Fuck, your dick is so big, baby. I’m gonna come all over it.

Randy felt an erection popping up just thinking about it.

“Randy? Hello?” Rae waved her fingers in his face. “Back to Earth, lover boy.”

Randy blinked several times to erase the memory of Mickie sprawled on her back. He couldn’t, though. It was forever tattooed on his mind and dick. “Yeah?”

“Now what?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? That’s it?”

“Well, what did you expect from me, Rae? Let’s be real now.” Randy stood up and adjusted his jeans, hoping his impending erection was calmed down. “Did you think I was going to wife that fat ass?”

“Well, no, but…”

“There’s no but to it. She was a fuck and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.” Randy defended his asshole actions, which surprisingly, made him uncomfortable. “I’ll chat with you later, Flower.” He then left her trailer.

Rae leaned back in her seat and chuckled silently. She had seen many sides of Randy Orton. The passionate and skillful lover. The heartbreaker. The egotistical asshole. The emotional man. But this side she had only seen once when they were dating.

Randy Orton was smitten. And he was having the damnest time trying to hide it.

In Case You're Wondering Who's This Famous Hubby I Keep Talking About....

I love him.

I love him.

I love him.

Thank you for making me such a happy woman, baby. The past year has been completely amazing and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Ya tebya lyublyu, mi amor. *kisses*

Happy Anniversary, boo!

Okay, so slight change in plans...

It occurred to me as I'm updating the Power Player that this story only has 2-3 chapters left at best. Now anyone who's read my work and seen my little author notes knows that whenever I say 2-3 chapters are left in a story, that usually means there's about 5-6 chapters left or an entire story.

But I'm serious...well, I think.

I decided that I'm going to postpone my 4 stories in a week update and actually concentrate on getting the Power Player finished. This story should've been completed last year but my laziness wouldn't let me. Now my ambition and determination is going to make me.

Besides, this story was started back in 2007. It's now 2009. I need to complete it. My characters are dying for a completion. It's time to say goodbye.

I'll be so happy when it's done. I can't wait!!

I Finally Fucking Updated

I'm sure my hubby is quite happy about that. Well, I'm not going to front...I'm quite happy, too.

Over the weekend, I was telling him about how many ideas I had running in my head for story updates. He listened intently and then asked the important question:

"So when are you going to update these? Next week, right?"

Now, isn't it amazing when you have someone who supports you isn't just saying it for shits and giggles but is actual doing it. Max has been my biggest supporter, PERIOD. And that's saying a lot. Yeah, a lot of people want me to succeed and be great. But he really wants me to pursue writing because it's something I truly love and get enjoyment from.

And then I thought...why haven't I updated? I have a ton of stories to update, like, right now!!

So my goal for this week is to do 4 stories. I updated 4 stories in a week before so I think I can do it again. Doesn't hurt to try, does it?

1 down, 3 to go....

The Power Player---Full Chapter

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“How did you sleep?”

Rae chuckled. “What sleep?”

Dave smiled. His ex was right. They only briefly rested between lovemaking sessions, eventually falling asleep around 4 AM. They both could blame they were equally horny for each other, but both knew the other would be full of shit. They missed each other—passionately and deeply. Every thrust was a reminder. Every orgasm was breathtaking memory.

But that was last night and this morning. They weren’t having sex now. They were wide awake and wrapped in each other’s embrace, contemplating what the next step was. Were they a couple? Were they just fuck buddies? Was last night a mistake? Was last night the beginning of where they left off?

So many questions and neither one were sure how to approach the other. Instead, Rae and Dave did what they knew was best in their minds---avoided the subject.

“Breakfast?” Dave suggested.

“I’m starving!”

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There was a thing called buyer’s remorse. It occurs when someone makes a purchase and realizes they probably shouldn’t have. Normally, one keeps the purchase after they realize how necessary it is in the long run.

Randy had remorse, alright. For him, however, it was Tequila remorse.

His memory was still a bit hazy but he started to remember bits and pieces of the night before. He remembered he kept drinking because it would’ve made being around Mickie more tolerable. They probably went through two bottles of champagne. That wasn’t counting the various cocktails and beer the pair had to start. Thus, it was only a matter of time before the two ended up in a compromising position on a hotel room floor. And then on the bathroom counter. And then on the hotel room balcony. Somehow, they ended up on the bed.

But it wasn’t lovemaking. It was hard-core raw fucking. No strings attached. No love lost or given. Randy and Mickie fucked each other with the same passionate hatred they had for one another. It was beautiful and disgusting at the same time.

As Randy wiped his face, he began to remember little by little what did take place the night before. They went to a bar. Mickie dared him to a Tequila contest. That motherfucking bitch! Randy accepted the challenge only if Mickie would show him her snatch. In your fucking wet limp dick dreams, asshole! She retorted. Randy told her he wasn’t going to do anything unless Mickie gave him a reason. She relented and showed him her tits. Randy found himself being quite impressed and cheered to her.

And it quickly went downhill from there.

Several Tequila shots later, Mickie and Randy were bumping and grinding to a cover band’s version of “Miss You” by the Rolling Stones. I fucking hate that song now, Randy snickered. Sometime during the bump and grind, the two locked lips and the grinding quickly became more sexual.

I want to fuck you…right here…right now.

Fuck, what are you waiting for?

Randy closed his eyes in disgust as he remembered the conversation exchange. How could he be so fucking stupid? He has let his dick take control and do some strange things in the past but this surely was one of the stupidest. He fucked another Diva. No, it wasn’t even that. He fucked the Diva he hated. Worse yet, Mickie had just as much clout as Randy did so threatening to get her fired would only generate a loud, boorish laugh and a “Fuck you” from her.

Fuck. And she’s still here?

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Wheaties was known as the Breakfast of Champions. Dave’s famous bacon and eggs was known as the Breakfast of Uncomfortable Bullshit Chatter.

As the lovers sat across from each other, they talked about everything except what and who went down the night before. The discussion needed to take place. The discussion had to take place. But neither one was drinking the Courage Juice masquerading as orange juice. Instead, denial and avoidance was served alongside the hash browns.

“So what’s on your agenda today?” Rae asked.

“Um, not much,” Dave shrugged, “I think I’ll probably hit the gym a couple times and then take one of the dogs out for a walk. You?”

“Um, I’ll just catch up with some reading and what-not,” she nervously laughed, not sure why she laughed at all.

Dave knew his ex all too well. If there was something on her mind, he was better off attempting his best Psychic Friends Network impersonations to read it than for Rae to give him an inkling on what she wanted. Making love once may have been classified as a mistake. But 5 times was no mistake. They both weren’t that horny.

“Rachel?”

“Yes?”

“Move in with me.”

“Today?”

“Preferably.”

“Okay.”

Breakfast wasn’t so bad after all.

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Mickie has done a lot of stupid-ass things in her lifetime. The time she wrestled while she on her period and wearing a white outfit was pretty stupid. The times she listened to Vince McMahon and thought he gave her sound advice was pretty stupid.

But fucking Randy Orton? Oh, that was above and beyond stupid. That was just fucking retarded. She might as well been licking windows and wearing a helmet at that point.

Unfortunately for Mickie, she remembered every single uncomfortable detail of the prior night. All she wanted to do was get Randy so sloshed, she could take some incriminating photos of him for future blackmail use. Oh, the camera was in play last night. And she was one of the starring players in a feature-film titled, ‘Mickie Does Randy and Swallows.’

Now the asshole was in bed with her. Why he couldn’t be like her previous one-nighters and leave before day break? Oh no. That was just too easy for Randy. Mickie was determined he was there to torture her just a bit longer. And well, the asshole is succeeding.

But if Randy was going to torture Mickie, she was going to hit him right back with something hard. She got up from her side of the bed and walked to the bathroom, stark naked in Randy’s view. She did her business and quickly showered. As she showered, Mickie thought of another way to torture Randy one last time. She was going to exit the shower absolutely soaking wet with just a smile. And then? Nothing. She wasn’t going to fuck him or even give him the repeat blow job performance of last night. She would leave.

Perfect!

Mickie finished her shower and gently patted the wet drops off her skin, still leaving her damp and slightly wet to the touch. Just as she opened the door to give Randy the blue balls of his life, he surprised her.

He was gone. And Mickie found herself sad and wondering where he went.

Oh the Joys of Planning

It's been about a minute since I've updated....I've had plenty to update on...just didn't feel like doing it.

Okay, so for those who do follow my writing, I am working on another chapter. A part of the reason for the lack of posting is writer's block...kinda hard to write if you have nothing to write about. A good part of the reason for the lacking of posting is just sheer laziness...I'll admit it.

But I'm steamrollin' ahead with updates on Blow by Blow II (which in case some of you wonder, it's the final in the series), Everyone Has a Price IV (which is also the final in the series...can't and won't see a fifth), and finishing up the Power Player.

There are a quite a few stories I need to finish up this year since they were supposed to be done last year. Those stories are:

• Darling Nikki
• The Power Player
• The Family II

EHAP is an epic within itself so I'll be lucky if I get that done within the next two years, lmao.

In other news, as you might have heard me say every 5 minutes, I'm planning my wedding. Well, my LOML and I are pretty lazy when it comes to wedding planning just because while a wedding is important to us , it's not the end-all. We decided on a location (my hometown of Palm Springs, the Indian Canyons) and we're working on the reception area. We're finally taking engagement pics this summer and have narrowed our wedding date to Fall 2010. We have a few key ideas we're talking about between the two of us just because.

Now here comes the fun part.....wedding gown shopping. Since I'm getting married outside in the Desert, in the Canyons, I'm obviously not in a ball gown or some other atrocious piece of shit. Something flowy, light and smooth is what I'm looking for. Let the party begin.

So..um, that's about it. :) More updates soon! :)