To all Teryse fans here is my newest story. It's dedicated to all of you. You know who you are )

It has been a while since I started working on this idea (The first chapter was going to be published after I finished my first Ted&Maryse story, but later I decided to wait a little longer). I used a similar plot in another story (Teryse was a minor couple as the plot) and I thought it would be interesting to develop the idea and to make a story.

So, here you have "Unexpected Consequences". Enjoy it ;)

Unexpected Consequences

Chapter One - She's Perfection

The platinum blonde pressed her pink lips together. A lightly smile was formed by them. The color chosen matched perfectly with her skin tone and, of course, with her expensive clothing.

Maryse admired her image in the bathroom's mirror. Not only she felt the make-up was perfect for the night, but the dress, which didn't let too much to nobody's imagination, fitted perfectly her body.

- Where are going? - The stunning blonde glanced over her shoulder and saw her long time boyfriend, Mike Mizanin, or as he was known "The Miz", leaned against the door-frame. His blue eyes were staring at her. Two emotions were read on those eyes: lust, which Maryse decided to ignore, and an intense curiosity.

- I'm going out with the girls – Maryse simply answered and gave her hair a final touch. The word perfection and Maryse were always, but always, used in the same sentence. No one could refute it.

- You didn't tell me about it - Mike complained to Maryse's dismay. She wasn't in the mood to stand his whines.

- I only found out about it half hour ago. Nikki called me and invited me to go out with her and Brie.

She passed by Mike and walked to one of her bags placed on the floor. From inside it, she took a pair of black pumps to match her strapless micro dress. Now, Maryse was the meaning of the word perfection.

- I was expecting that tonight we could spend some time with each other.

Maryse rolled her eyes. She didn't approve his plans not even a little bit, but couldn't let him know it. She wanted her plans to be fulfilled. When the blonde French-Canadian faced Mike, she made sure her lips had formed a bright smile.

- I promise I'll try to get rid of Brie, Nikki and Nattie and come back earlier so I can be with you - Maryse lied.

- I thought you were only going out with Brie and Nikki – Mike said and Maryse looked at him confused.

- I'm going out with the three. I'll try to be back very soon. - With a quickly kiss on Mike's cheek, Maryse stormed out of the bedroom she was sharing with him.

She didn't make intentions of returning sooner. She had big plans for that night. And Mike wouldn't ruin her carefully planned plans.

No more interrogatory.

Maryse walked into the empty elevator. She was happy for not having company or she would have to make a longer trip to finally reach her goal. Instead of pushing the reception's button, the French-Canadian delicately pushed with her finger the 6th floor button. It would be a quickly ride. It was only one floor above hers.

When the metallic elevator doors opened, Maryse made her way through the hall. She stopped in front of one of the doors. Here it was. Or even better: here he was. She knocked to the door and waited for the reception.

The platinum blonde didn't have to wait too long until hear the door being opened from the other side. The smile showing up on her face hadn't to be forced as when she was with Mike, when she was telling him that would try to get back sooner. The smile showed up naturally.

He stood at the door, taking a look at her. Maryse already knew she was perfect, but now she was surer of it. Perfection and Maryse were the same word.

- If you aren't going to tell me how pretty I look, at least let me in. - The platinum blonde looked around the hall. There was no one and she prayed to no one appear until her entrance inside the bedroom. - Being caught at your bedroom door, can bring me a lot of troubles.

He stepped aside and allowed Maryse to enter in his bedroom. He wasn't sharing it with any co-worker.

- What are you doing here? - he asked locking the door.

Maryse walked farther into the room and placed her purse on top of a table. On top of the same table were a champagne bottle and two glasses. The sultry Diva was perfection and everything done by her had to be perfect too.

- Well, you are a free man at last and I decided to make you little surprise. - Of course she has planned it all herself. She hadn't shared her plans with no one. Not even with the man standing behind her, who made part of her big plans for the night. - We can celebrate your divorce.

- I should have known you had something to do with the champagne bottle.

- Who else would send you a champagne bottle? - Maryse turned around to face him. He wasn't at the door anymore. He was closer of her. Very close. Just where she wanted him to be. - Teddy, who else, but me, would send you a champagne bottle? Do you have a secret admirer and didn't tell me? Or are you seeing someone and decided to keep it to yourself?

Maryse was the only person who called Ted DiBiase "Teddy". He wasn't too fond of people calling him "Teddy". But for her, and only for her, he decided to make an exception. Her accent made it sound better on his ears than it really was.

- I think you know pretty well who I'm seeing.

- I thought exactly the same. - She gave him a quickly kiss on the lips and then handed him the bottle to open it. Maryse was in the mood to celebrate, but she didn't want to break a nail opening the champagne bottle she ordered to his bedroom. - Now that you are free, do you have any future plans? Do you already know what to do?

- It's not me who has to do something, it's you. - Ted put the bottle on top of the table again. - Did you forget your boyfriend?

- I don't want people to think I'm the reason you are divorced. I'm planning to stay with Mike for a little longer. Maybe a whole month and then I'll try to leave him.

Ted didn't enjoy the idea. He had never enjoyed Maryse's plan of staying with Mike and being with him behind her boyfriend's back. If they kept going that way and someone figured it out, she wouldn't be called home-wrecker as she was afraid of being. She would be called "cheater" and something worse, a lot worse.

- You aren't going to let it ruin our celebration.

Ted was going to speak. He was going to give Maryse an answer she didn't want to hear. Did Ted know how hard was to make up a plan to leave Mike for most of night without raise suspicion?

The French Canadian didn't allow him to go on and ruin the night she planned so carefully. How did she do it? Her lips caught his in a depth kiss. Nothing was better than a kiss to leave certain words unsaid. And Maryse knew it.

The platinum blonde wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The champagne would be left for later.

Not giving Ted an opportunity to shove her away from him, Maryse pushed him into the king size bed and fell with him.

A cocky smile was formed by her gently lips when they broke apart. He wouldn't send her away or talking about her relationship with Mike anymore. At least, he wasn't going to talk about it anymore for tonight. The night would be only about her and him and no one more.

His hands traveled through her body and rested on her dress. While Maryse's hand worked on his shirt, Ted started pulling her dress up.

Everything was going to be perfect, as Maryse wanted; as Maryse made sure it would be. But her plans weren't ball prove as she wished. Everything was going perfect between her and Ted until her cell phone rang.

It didn't make part of her plans to receive a phone call. Maryse ignored the cell phone's sound. She wasn't going to answer it now. Not when she other things in mind; pleasant things in her mind.

If it was Mike on the other side, she would tell him that didn't hear it rang because of the loud music. It was a reasonable and believable excuse.

- Shouldn't you answer? - Ted asked. The answer came as a soft kiss on his lips. She didn't give a damn about her cell phone right now. Her mind was focused on him.

The phone ringing was easy to ignore at first, but at the third call it started irritating Maryse. She lost the battle against an annoying cell phone.

Giving Ted an apologetic look, the platinum blonde rolled out of the bed and walked to her purse.

- What? – Maryse asked. She wanted her voice do sound calm, but at the end she was too irritated to fake her mood. Ted stood on the bed. His eyes followed the French Canadian woman. Often he would think how did this happen; how this woman ended up in his bedroom, in his life.

- Did I interrupt something? – The voice from the other side belonged to Natalya Neidhart. The Canadian blonde had the perfect timing. Couldn't she have chosen another time to call?

- No – Maryse answered. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down and to not get mad with one of her closer friends. – Why are you calling me at this hour?

- It's not even midnight. - The platinum blonde rolled her eyes. When you are cheating on your boyfriend, "not even midnight" can be pretty late.

- Please Nattie, you know how I hate to wait for something. Can you tell me why you are calling me?

- Mike called me and asked me if he could speak with you because you didn't answer your cell phone. - So the calls really belonged to Mike. Under the bad mood, the blonde felt radiant for ignoring the first calls. - As you love so much to make up lies, you could have told me what I should tell him just in case he decided to contact me.

- You didn't tell him the true, right? - Maryse tried to sound concerned. She wouldn't have problems if Natalya told him the truth. It would only make everything easy for her.

- Of course I didn't tell him you went to buy his anniversary present. - It was Natalya's time to sound mad. Maryse should never dugout of her capacity of keeping to herself secrets. She was not a whisperer. - I told him you were dancing and I couldn't reach you with all the people between us. I think Mike didn't believe me because he didn't hear any sound coming from my side of the line. My bedroom is not a night club full of drunken people.

- If he decides to talk with you, you can tell him you were in the bathroom.

- I told him I was seeing his girlfriend, but couldn't reach her. I don't think he is going to believe I was in the bathroom and looking at you at the same time. - Those times, Natalya wondered why she accepted to make part of Maryse schemes. Rare the time something didn't go wrong.

Maryse rolled her eyes again. She was not in the mood to keep going with the conversation.

- I have to go now. Au revoir.

Turning off the cell phone, to not be one more time interrupted, Maryse placed it on the bedside table. Maryse thought if it wouldn't be better to break her expensive cell phone. She would have another excuse for not answering her it for a few hours.

- May I know what was that? - Ted asked and received all Maryse's attention.

- It was nothing important. - When she twisted her body to look at Ted, Maryse was smiling. She wanted this night to be perfect and it was going to be. Nothing would ruin it. The platinum blonde straddled his hips and lowered her body to stay against his torso. - Now, where were we?

So, what did you think about the first chapter? Did you like it? Should I keep the story or not?

I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. As most of you know, English isn't my first language.

xoxo

Ainat