Genre: Romance/Life
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: All famous names, characters; belong to either WWE or TNA.
Contains: Mildly Explicit Scenes, Mild Language, Professional Wrestling
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He stood against the wall, waiting for her to walk by. To just see if she was okay. He should not even care for her, and he knew that. She was cold and devious. But his heart cared for her. She was broken hearted and all he wanted was to see her beautiful smile once again. Even if she hated him, he wanted nothing more than to see her happy.

He was waiting for her in the hotel lobby hall way. When was she getting to her room? It was almost 9pm. Maybe she was late? As thoughts of her entered his mind, the French-Canadian made her way down the hall.

Her beautiful blonde hair swayed from left to right, walking in front of Phil; not even wanting to say hello.

"Hey, Maryse." Phil called out, seeing her. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" her voice was so cold towards him. Why did this woman hate him? He did nothing wrong did he?

"Oh I just thought…" he began as he stepped in front of her, making Maryse stop.

"Thought what?" she arched her brow.

"You know? I thought you would be…sad. Or something." He continued.

Maryse narrowed her eyes. "No, I'm not. Why would I be?"

Phil tensed up a bit. "I don't know. Didn't you and Randy have a fight?"

Maryse sighed and pushed past Phil. "Wow, word gets out pretty fast in the 'E, huh? Even though I am not in that company any more, people still have the need to ask me stupid questions. Wow, why can't you leave me alone? Yes, we broke up. Long time ago. Why are we still on the subject as if I am sad or not? Last time I checked, it was my life. Not my life and a couple of others'."

"Whoa! Frenchie! I did not mean to get you mad there. I was just asking." Phil chuckled.

"Point being made. It should not concern you whether I am sad or not. My life…not yours." Maryse glanced over to Phil. All he did was sigh.

Phil stepped back in front of her. "Why are you so mean to me? All I have ever been was nice to you. Why do you treat me like I'm some pointless human being that is considered beneath you?"

"Because you are."

Now, that one; it stung Phil right in the heart.

"Frankly, all men are. I am on a level of my own and nobody can touch me. Not even you, Punk." She continued, her beautiful Hazel eyes locked on his.

Phil closed his eyes. "I don't understand you. At all."

"Most don't. Doesn't stop me from being a bitch, now does it?" she smirked.

He hated the way she acted. Phil knew Maryse was hiding the real her. Under all that cockiness, under all that vindictiveness, he knew she had a beautiful soul. She was gorgeous on the outside. Phil wanted to get to know the real Maryse. Not this person that wanted attention by acting like a bitch to everyone.

"Will you stop that?" Phil snapped. "You are not a bitch. You're beautiful and gorgeous. Why are you acting this way? Towards me, especially. Do you not understand that I'm not going to leave you alone until I get to know the real you? And trust me, it'll happen eventually."

"In your dreams, Punkers. In your dreams." Her smile made his heart skip beats.

Phil just sighed. What would it take to have this woman be real with him? What?

"Tell you what. Let's get together tonight. I don't have any matches tomorrow. Why don't you go get ready right now and I will wait in your hotel room? We can go out and have some dinner." Phil smiled.

Maryse's eyes widened. "You expect me to say 'yes' to you?"

"Well, I don't expect a 'no'. Now, how about you get to stepping? We don't have all night, y'know?" he winked as her.

"Ew." She looked away from him. "I don't want to be seen anywhere with you."

"Well, what the hell is wrong with me?" he laughed. "Do I stink or something?" he asked, smelling his armpits. "Nope. I smell fresh."

"EWWWW!" she squeaked. "You are so-o-o disgusting!"

"I am not. There is nothing wrong with me. Therefore, you are going out with me. Now go." Phil chuckled, pushing her to her hotel room.

She groaned as she opened the room. He stepped in as she dragged her feet to the bathroom.

"Hurry up, darling! We have reservations at 10pm!" he yelled as he made his way to the kitchen.

She groaned even louder. Phil just laughed. "I am going to have so much fun tonight." He sighed as he drank a diet Pepsi.