Thanks a lot for the reviews! I really appreciate them and I'm glad you are enjoying it.

Now, I know the plot is kind of silly but bear with me just for the fun of it, thanks xD

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As he waited for Maryse to show up, Phil sat at the farthest chair in catering, blowing on his chewing gum just to see if he could make the biggest bubble he has ever created.

He did a pretty good job of it; blowing out of his mouth a big pink bubble that from afar seemed to eclipse his whole face.

He was acting out of boredom, blowing bubbles over and over again because even after Maryse told him to meet her after the show, almost an hour had passed by and his blonde tormentor was yet to make an appearance.

For several times he played with the idea of just walking away and forget about the whole deal… after all he was being blackmailed over the stupidest thing and for an even more lame cause.

It was ridiculous, like taken out of one of those silly teen movies he disliked so much…

"Stop that, it looks nasty"

At the sound of her voice, Phil arched an eyebrow and sucked his chewing gum into his mouth. "Well babe, you chose a nasty boyfriend… I say it's your fault"

The platinum blonde rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Well…" She took a good look at him, her face distorting into a grimace as she took in his appearance. "Didn't I tell you to put on something nice?"

Phil snorted, looking down at the clothes he had put on. They were the best he had in his bag; after all, when he packed to leave for the arena he wasn't expecting to be blackmailed into dressing up.

Besides, when he went out with the guys that was what he usually wore. Jeans a t-shirt and his sneakers… he couldn't see nothing wrong with his outfit.

"Oh you are right, give me a second and I'll change into my Abercrombie and Fitch" He responded, but instead of moving from his chair he just blew another bubble.

"Listen to me Punk boy, I'm not here to hear your witty mouth or to put up with your manners" She reached for his cap and pulled it off. "Now this has to go"

"Hey" Phil complained, yanking from her hands his cap and securing it against his lap.

"That thing is ugly and you won't be going anywhere with that on. Burn it, lose it, I don't care, I just don't want to see it"

Whore…

Phil chewed hard on his chewing gum, watching as Maryse took another good look at him. "I guess this has to do…"

"God I hate this" He said out loud… after Maryse had left his locker room he considered things over. He came to the conclusion that pretending to be her boyfriend couldn't be that bad… it was a temporary thing, soon to be over.

But now that she was there, imposing herself over him he couldn't help but to feel the urge to strangle her. A picture of him drinking eons ago would be nothing compared to him committing murder.

"Don't whine, this is beneficial to both of us, I get what I want and besides not having that picture leak out, you'll have the privilege to be known as my boyfriend. This will put you in another level, after we are done you'll have women throwing themselves at you and you'll be the envy of many men"

Phil guffawed, running his hands down his face in amusement. "Maryse, Maryse… not only are you a wicked woman but you are also conceited. You put yourself in a pedestal and honey, your fall the ground will be majestic"

The blonde sighed, bored. "Anyway, before we go on I need to make sure you remember the rules"

Phil grinned in discomfort… was she expecting him to recite them? That was it; his worst nightmare just came true and he was now trapped in a parallel world equivalent to a high school flick! Only that they were not in high school but in the wrestling world.

He wouldn't be surprised if he had to take her to prom or something…

Damn he hated high school!

"So do you remember them or not?"

"Of course I do…"

"So what is the first rule?"

Phil raised his eyebrows… "You do not talk about Fight Club?"

Maryse closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He smiled, content because if he wasn't having a good time it was only fair that she wasn't either.

"You don't touch me, you don't curse and you do what I say, you better remember them because you don't want to make me mad"

"Making you mad is the last thing in the world I want" He said sarcastically. "Don't touch, don't cuss and do what you say; I got it, anything else?"

"Yes, let's get going… the sooner we get this over with the better" After saying that Maryse turned around and began to walk away.

Phil took a deep breath of his own and got up from his chair. Yes, the sooner they had this thing done the better. Hopefully Maryse would get what she wanted that same night so he could go back to his room as soon as possible.

That way, Maryse walking in front of him and Phil far behind, they made their way to the parking lot. Once there Maryse informed him where she wanted to be taken and as the good temporary boyfriend that he was he drove there.

It only took him some fifteen minutes to get there and once they arrived they both climbed out of the car.

"I don't want you making your witty remarks, remember that you are my loving boyfriend and you'll behave as such" Maryse said as she brushed his hair behind his ear.

At the contact Phil moved away but after she sent him a glare he grunted and let her fix his hair as she pleased.

"Now take my hand" She said once she was done with him.

"Ah, I can't. Remember the first rule; first overshadows all the rest so sorry"

"Just take my hand Phil" Maryse commanded, not waiting for him to act and reaching for his hand instead. "Now smile like you mean it and let's get there"

The place was a sports bar and ten seconds after entering Phil already spotted at least a dozen of his co workers. Some of them looked at them as they made their way in and he felt a wave of discomfort wash over him.

They sure as hell were wondering… Phil and Maryse walking into a bar holding hands was not a sight they saw every day, he was very aware of that but what could he do?

So all he did was hold Maryse's hand in his and play along, walking after her as she made her way to her friends.

"Hey!" One of the brunettes sitting at the table Maryse walked to greeted as she saw them. Her eyes went to their linked hands and then to her friend. "Anything you want to share mamacita?"

Maryse smiled, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. "No" I'm keeping it all to myself"

The two women at the table laughed. "I can't blame you, he's hot"

Phil snorted. "And he's standing right here, listening to you all talk about him…"

The woman brushed him off and laughed. "Don't worry, I don't mess with my girl's man"

"You better not" Maryse said with a wink, wrapping her arm around him.

He blinked, unsure of what to do so he just did the same with her.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Maryse offered, her hand resting on his stomach as she sweetly smiled at him.

He wanted to laugh; the whole thing was ridiculous, kind of surreal. But instead of laughing as his gut wanted, he smiled back at her. "No, do you want anything?"

Maryse bit on her lower lip and winked at him. "Why, from the bar or are you offering something else?" Her tone was low and seductive and he was sure it was the one she used to get the things she wanted from her admirers…

Forget about laughing, he felt like giggling and that would look weird. God what he had gotten himself into? "Depends on what you want?" He said playing along, venturing into bringing her a bit closer to him.

Was that breaking the first rule?

"Guys!" One of the twins complained. "Don't you know that you should not eat in front of the starved?" After saying that the woman slammed her head against the table and let out a whine

Phil did a double take, his eyes widening as he saw the scene unfold. "Awww" Her identical twin said as she ran her hand through her hair. "Poor Nikki, she broke up with her boyfriend and still hadn't gotten over it"

Maryse rolled her eyes. "Well, because we don't want to make her any more miserable we'll leave to do our thing"

Maryse pulled at Phil's hand and he once again followed her lead. He didn't know where she was heading, she just kept walking and he assumed that she was trying to look for the guy she wanted to stomp over…

That's when it came to his mind that he still didn't know who this guy was. He halted and pulled Maryse to him, walking her next to a walk as she lifted an eyebrow at him.

"So your friends don't know you are pulling this little trick"

Maryse smiled slyly, getting nearer to him and running her hands up to his chest. "Of course they don't so I'll appreciate if you don't tell your friends. The less persons that are into this the better"

"Ok…" There was no way he was going to tell them either way; in fact, he was going to try to avoid the conversation about him and Maryse as long as he could… "One more thing" He said, watching as her hands smothered his shirt.

His eyes moved to hers and he noticed that she was not paying attention to what she was doing, her eyes were focused somewhere behind him and he wondered if she finally found the guy she was looking for.

"Kiss me" She demanded still looking away.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me"

He chuckled. "I heard you just fine, I just won't do it"

Maryse looked up at him and smiled a knowing smile. "Are you gay Punk boy?"

"Whaa…? No I'm not gay, I just happen to have a problem kissing a woman just to make some other dude jealous"

"You are not holding your end of the deal" She whispered, her lips brushing against his in a way that was too intimate for his taste.

"Well, well, well… look what we have here"

Phil heard the voice and turned around to look at the man that has just arrived. He glared at him for a while… then after a moment all started to click.

He chuckled, unable to stop himself because he just discovered who Maryse's secret man was; the mere thought of it was too amusing!

The great Maryse, cold and beautiful wanted to make the man known as Miz jealous? For some reason he thought that was very, very wrong…

"Mike" He said in a feigned cheerful mood. "It's nice to see you but goodbye" He turned around to face Maryse, wrapping his hands around her waist… watching as her face held the most annoyed look he has ever seen.

But even when her face looked like that she leaned against him, staring at the other man in disdain.

"I didn't know the two of you were… going out" The man said and Maryse rolled her eyes.

"Because it's not of your business" Maryse grabbed for Phil's hand once again and began to walk away. Phil followed, still smiling at the whole thing.

Mike followed them. "Why leaving so early?"

Maryse ignored him so Mike recurred to Phil instead. "Phil, be careful with that one, she's the ice queen incarnated… she likes to tease and then BAM! High and dry she leaves you"

Phil laughed. "Man, she may have done that with you… but trust me, I don't have that problem" He smirked and kept going, walking after Maryse out of the club.

"Well that wasn't so bad" He thought out loud once they exited the crowded place. "I mean other than the gossips that will follow me for the rest of my career…"

"Take me back to our room; I think I'm getting a headache"

"Our room? OUR room?" Did he hear all right?

Maryse turned around and faced him, long gone where her teasing words and her seductive touches… she seemed angry. "Our room; until this is over I'm staying with you. I won't have you ruining this Phil"

"But we just started dating, I'm not that easy"

Maryse ignored him, walking to his car and waiting for him to unlock the door.

Phil looked up to the sky. "If there is a God, tell me what have I done to deserve such punishment?"

"Phil!"

The Chicago native sighed, this didn't seem to be over and he wondered if it ever will…

TBC