Recycled story alert! Okay, it seems that as of late I'm working with a lot of re-writes. Its just a way for me to wake my muses back into action so please don't hate. The original of this was inspired by the movie Overboard and its totally random and reality inaccurate, but I still decided to give it a try.

With that said, if you read, enjoy ;)

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Running the ball of her forefinger through the smooth surface of the stone and marble bathtub that rose in the middle of her Presidential Suite's luxurious bathroom, Eve Torres closed her eyes in relaxation and breathed out until she found the object she has been blindly looking for with her hand.

Once it was securely in her hold she lifted it, brought it to her lips and took a sip of it. Without looking at it, the pretty brunette could imagine it in her eyes, the deep crimson colored liquid nearing her lips and sliding right through them to fill her mouth with its dark and mysterious flavor.

It was actually a really good wine like it said on the cart and she was glad that she decided to order a whole bottle with her room service dinner.

Taking another sip and swallowing it down, she put the glass back to where it has been, her ears picking up the distinct sound of her phone ringing in the distance.

"Hmmm, I don't want to get out of here." She mumbled under her breath to no one in particular as she opened one eye first and then the other.

But then, as if answering her complain, the phone rang once again and Eve grunted, getting up to her feet and stepping out of the tub while dripping wet.

She did this with all the calm in the world, her emerald green eyes searching through the room for a towel and then walking to it when she found it. Once it was wrapped around her frame, she finally stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the room to attend the phone call.

The iPhone was ringing alright, it hadn't stopped ringing since she was back at the tub and now that she was next to it was still going strong, the person at the other line obviously being way too insistent and a pain in her behind.

Rolling her eyes and blowing out a breath, she picked it up and answered. "What?"

"Where are you?"

Recognizing the annoying voice as that of Raw's General Manager, the brunette beauty rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. "I'm already on my way, I just found a little traffic in the highway." She said in a sweet fake tone, walking across the room until she was standing in front of one of her Louis Vuitton rolling cases.

"Well try to hurry up, the signing starts in half an hour and we don't want to start late; you know we are already running in a tight schedule."

Without bothering to say something to that and without any kind of remorse whatsoever, Eve hung up the phone and threw it over the bed.

So yeah, she basically just lied to her boss, the General Manager but who cared? She didn't like the insignificant woman and besides, it wasn't like she wanted to do a stupid signing at K-Mart; just to imagine the type of people that would attend that place made her cringe.

Besides being late to a signing that AJ was in charge of wasn't such a bad thing, not when she was on a mission to prove everyone the poor job that she was doing as a GM and sabotaging all her work was going to be her arm of choice. If the little girl couldn't control the talent she was in charge of, then she wasn't worthy of the job and the Board Of Directors would definitely look for someone more… fitting to do the job.

Someone like her, for instance.

With that in mind and hoping this would be the last straw for AJ, the Diva picked up the clothes she was going to wear and started to put them on. She did that relatively quick, but then it was time to do her make-up and she knew for sure that she was going to take longer than half an hour. And that was without mentioning that then she had to walk out and drive to one of the tackiest places on Earth, a K-Mart in Boston!

"Ewww, I can't wait to get there late."

After saying that, she went on to do her make-up and amidst her meticulous work, she laughed. She was sure that A.J. Lee's days as Raw's General Manager were coming to an end and she loved it…

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Tapping his lean long fingers to the table placed right in front of him, John Cena forced out a smile as yet another fan took a picture of him.

"Thank you for coming, sweetheart." He said in his usual jovial tone once the picture was taken, and when the girl answered back with an 'Oh My God I love you', he snorted and shook his head in amusement.

Now usually, John was more forward with the fans because he loved interacting with them, but that night he just wasn't feeling it.

It was stupid and he knew it, but he had a lot of things going through his mind that was making him hold back; besides he couldn't deny that it bothered him that of all the signings the woman had scheduled, Miss Eve Torres choose to skip the one taking place in his hometown.

He didn't know nor did he care about what was going on with her, all he knew was that it was not the first time she did something like that and since this time she did it when she was scheduled to make an appearance with him, it bothered him.

Signing a magazine for the next fan and smiling for yet another picture, John saw a little girl approaching with her dad and smiled. "Hey, how are you?" He asked looking at the small blonde.

"Fine. Where's Eve? I wanted her to sign my book and take a picture with her."

Quirking his lips and holding back from telling the girl that Eve was an irresponsible, conceited woman that didn't care that one of the few fans she had left just made a long ass line only to find out that she wasn't there, John blew out a breath and leaned forward.

"Well, Eve just had a little inconvenience and she is going to arrive a little late." He said, taking a look at his wrist watch and noticing that the woman was already forty minutes late. "But I'll tell you what, I'm going to call her so you can talk to her, would you want that?"

Smiling from ear to ear, the girl nodded so John picked up his phone and started to dial her number. Now, due to their turbulent recent past, John knew that Eve was going to auto combust in anger at his call, but quite honestly he didn't care.

"What is it now, I told you I was on my way."

At the sound of her voice, John took in a deep breath and blew it through his mouth. Yes, more than one hour before, A.J. has used his phone to ring Eve and she said that she was stuck in traffic. Not that John believed that.

"Yeah, well you shouldn't bother to show up. I mean I bet you have better things to waste your time on than meeting this fine people. But anyway, I just called you because there's a lovely girl right here that is dying to meet you for some weird reason so we are calling you."

"Who is this?" Eve asked from the other line and John had no choice but to snort.

"Why, it's me, John Cena… you know, the face of the company you work in and the same man with whom you were supposed to do this appearance."

"Oh," Eve groaned. "Well I'm on my way so tell this girl to sit comfortably until I get there."

"Oh no, no, no… you tell her that," He said and without waiting another second, he gave the phone to the girl.

Fortunately, Eve didn't hang up on the girl and for at least almost a minute, the girl talked to her. But then she handed the phone back to John and said that Eve wanted to talk to him.

"What?" John asked in a bored tone once the phone was back to his ear.

"I'm going to kill you for this, John. I'm so tired of you and your…"

"You know," He said interrupting her while running a hand down his face. Then he lowered his voice and making sure that the next approaching fan wouldn't hear him, he told kept talking. "I have things to do here and compromises to fulfill, so if you are not going to tell me that you already arrived and that you will apologize to these people for being late, don't even bother."

With that said and mumbling under his breath a word that rhymed with broski, John hung up on her and continued doing what he had to do.

He was there for at least another hour, and like he had suspected, Eve never showed up. Not that it mattered, not having her there was a blessing because he didn't want to listen to her complaining all through the signing.

Now Eve, even with all the things she did to him and his good friend Zack, John couldn't say that he hated her because in his always good nature he didn't have in him to despise anyone. But if there was someone in the whole Diva's locker room that rubbed him the wrong way, it was her.

Not that it has always been like that, he had once actually liked her; but from being a sweet, always cheerful woman, she just turned for the worse. Now she was a stuck up, arrogant spoiled human being that only though about the things that could benefit her.

He knew from experience because several months ago he had almost fell prey to one of her vile tricks… almost. Luckily for him, he overheard her talking about her plans and he was able to end things before they could get ugly.

So in conclusion, Eve was as ugly in the inside as she was pretty on the outside. It was a shame, really but it was the way it was.

But anyway, not wanting to waste another though on the woman, John made it to his house and as soon as he opened the door and stepped in, he groaned out loud.

"Oh great! Phantom, what did I tell you about pooping outside the training pad? For the love of Jebus… and what the hell is that smell?"

Shaking his head, the WWE wrestler took off his soiled shoes and threw them in his front lawn. After that he turned on the lights and took a look into his house.

It was a mess, his dog Phantom seemed to have forgotten his training and he was doings his 'things' everywhere. He knew it was probably the new house, but as of late he didn't have the patience to start training the dog all over again and thus, the whole place was a mess.

And then it was this, in this new house there was no wife to attend things so it was a bit hard to keep things under control. When he wasn't there, which happened to be a lot of time, there was no one to walk Phantom. Hell, he was lucky that his dad agreed to come every day to feed the dog but he didn't always took him out.

Apart from that, there was no one to cook or keep things tidy, there was no one to keep his laundry up to date and he has even late with some payments.

Yeah, he had the money to pay for everything, but with such a hectic schedule, he always kept forgetting about paying on time.

It was all his soon to be ex-wife's fault, if it hadn't been because she left so soon after they moved to Boston, everything in his life would be perfect.

Well, everything but their rocky relationship.

So yeah, it didn't took him as a complete surprise when two weeks ago he came home to find her gone and nothing but a note saying that she left Phantom at his mom's and that she wanted to start the divorce proceedings as soon as possible.

But surprise or not, in a way he was still bitter about it, he has been raised the old way, believing that marriage was forever and yeah, that every house needed a woman to keeps things running smoothly.

Not that he was a chauvinist, but yeah… he missed his wife maintaining his house clean.

"Well, it seems like we need to find some help here, you bad boy." He said absentmindedly as Phantom came running to him. Crouching down, he petted his Siberian Husky and sighed. "So remind me first thing in the morning to call an agency that can come here to clean this mess."

Once he said that, his phone started to ring and straightening up, he took the smartphone off his pocket and picked it up.

"Hello,"

"Good after noon, may I know who am I speaking to?"

Quirking his lips and automatically thinking that a fan got hold of his phone number, John arched an eyebrow. "Who did you call?"

"I'm talking from the Saint Mary's hospital, we have a woman here that suffered an accident and since this was the last number in her phone we called. We are trying to find a family member."

Having a bad feeling about it, John held the phone tighter and tensed his jaw. "Who is this person?"

"She didn't have any kind of ID with her, but there was a credit card with the name Eve Torres in her purse. Does the name sounds familiar?"

"Oh my God, yes… what happened? Is she okay?"

"She was in a car accident, it wasn't too grave so don't worry. The thing is that she hit her head hard and how she doesn't remember anything. She has post-traumatic amnesia."

Shaking his head, John snorted. "She has what?" Wasn't that the kind of things that happened only in movies?

"We are positive that this will be temporary. She just needs someone to help her remember things. So are you related to her, sir?"

Blinking slowly and taking a look around his messy house, John's mind started to run a thousand miles per second.

No… he couldn't do it, it was wrong! But then again, this amnesia thing was temporary and he only needed her for a day or two, just the time necessary for her to clean things for him. It would be a help for her too, he could keep her until he managed to contact her family and let's face it, if he said that he wasn't related to her they wouldn't let him take her out of the hospital…

And really, taking her into his place would be like a lesson in humbleness and being real about it, she owned him a big one after the trick she had wanted to pull on him… besides it wasn't like he wanted to try something funny.

Clearing his throat and looking up to his ceiling, John closed his eyes and silently asked God for forgiveness. "Yes, yes… we, umm she's my wife…"