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CHAPTER 2

"So let me get this straight. You went out with the guys and got drunk out of your mind; then Barbie set you up with some stranger and while blindfolded you had sex with him?"

Maryse adjusted her designer's sunglasses on top of her nose and then lowered her head, slowly leaning forward over the table so she could whisper her next words. "I never said it was a stranger, just that I don't know who he was."

Natalya chuckled, shaking her head as she stared at the younger woman sitting in front of her. "It's the same thing! Maryse, you had sex and you don't even know with whom; what the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking! The French-Canadian hurried to say while placing the palm of her right hand against her forehead. "I was drunk and I really don't how that happened… you know I'm not like that."

And she really wasn't, as open minded as she was she wasn't one to have one night stands; not while sober, not when drunk and definitely not if she didn't know with whom she was having it. She was more the kind of woman that liked the thrill of being chased, she liked her man to work his charm on her and earn the chance of winning her over.

But now she was trapped in a dilemma where she got lose and wild with someone and not only she didn't know who he was but other than a few images in her head she could barely remember what happened. As far as she was concerned everything happened in her room the previous night, she knew there was touching and kissing but it surely didn't stop there.

Her crumpled blankets were proof of that and the fact that she woke up naked and with the blindfold lying on the floor besides the bed only corroborated the blurry memories she had of the night.

It hadn't been a dream, it happened and she had to find out who this guy was. She only needed a place to start and since she couldn't do it alone she called her friend and current WWE Diva to tell her everything.

At the other side, Natalya took in a deep breath and leaned back against her chair. "And you really have no clue of who he was? I mean there must be something other than his hair, tell me how tall he was and maybe we can go on from there."

"I'm not sure, I mean I remember that I was sitting and then we were in bed… I don't think I stood up in front of him." She shrugged, trying to remember any more details about the previous night.

But there was nothing she could hold onto, her memory was fuzzy and he left no clue behind that she could pick on, she knew because she searched all over her room and she couldn't even find the used condom she was praying to find.

"You are unbelievable; you truly went out of your way to celebrate your birthday, eh." Natalya said, pursing her lips as she looked around the busy hotel restaurant they were both sitting in. "I don't know then… I'm trying to help you but you are not giving me much, did he have a beard?"

Maryse shook her head, then thought about it and decided that she wasn't sure. "I don't know, he could have."

"This could be important so think it over, out of the guys you mentioned only Ted, Punk and Bryan have facial hair, and then Mike, Cody, Kevin and both Matts don't. If you remember this then we can cut the chase by half."

"It wasn't Mike…" Maryse said, sure of herself.

"How do you know?"

Maryse shook her head and closed her eyes, her heart hurt and thinking was making things more troublesome. "Because I know Mike, I would have known if it was him."

"Maryse, you were so drunk that you can't even say if he had facial hair or not so how can you know for sure that it wasn't him? Of all the guys he's the ones that makes more sense because you two have a history and I don't think he's over you yet. I can't see the other guys as your mystery man because to start, Ted doesn't strike me as the type who gets his conquests drunk and blindfolded to have sex, Phil is a ladies' man but he doesn't do one night stands and I highly doubt he will get you drunk to sleep with you; then we have Bryan and I don't have to explain why he's not your guy, Matt has a girlfriend he loves to death, Matt Korklan is not like that and I don't think Kevin would dare to do that when he knows about you and Mike… oh and Cody, everybody knows that he would do Mike before doing you so we can put him out of the picture."

"It wasn't him." The younger of the woman said as she shook her head again. Sure, what Nattie was saying made sense but it couldn't have been Mike, she was sure, well, almost sure. He did know where to touch her to make her lose all the control she had…

"Okay , but let's not rush into saying that it wasn't him, let's put him in the could have been list. Cody is out the list and so is Matt aka woo woo woo; but then we still have the rest. Oh and let's not forget that there is a chance there is someone else we are not thinking about."

"There are a lot of men out there that could have been." Maryse said with a bitter laugh, her eyes set on her uneaten lunch over the table. "You know, I feel like such a slut and I feel awful." She said as her fingers crawled to her hair, running through her scalp and then through her blonde locks. "I could go straight to them and ask each one but how will that make me look? And that's without taking into consideration that he could always lie and say it wasn't him."

"You are screwed, or more like you got screwed." Natalya said with a raspy laugh.

Maryse knitted her brows and just when she was about to open her mouth to reply Natalya put her spoon down and her eyes got wide, sparkling as she looked somewhere behind her friend. "Look, he's suspect number one to be questioned. Play along." After saying that the current Divas champion whistled and then laughed. "Hey Phil, come here."

At the sound of the name of one of her possible mystery man, Maryse straightened up in her chair and started to play with the fruit on her place, stabbing the little pieces of strawberries with her fork as she felt the man approaching.

"Hello Phil, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine… why?" He said and out of the corner of her eye she could see him frowning as Natalya pulled a chair besides her so he could sit.

He sat, and very so slowly Maryse looked up, glad that she was wearing her sunglasses to cover her eyes. It was unnerving to think that this man touched her all over just a few hours ago and not being able to say for sure.

"Just wondering. So… nice day isn't it?"

"Okay spill it out, what do you want?" He said, looking from one woman to the other as his fingers tapped over the table. "If it's money I don't have any."

Natalya smiled and looked over to Maryse. "Okay, I'll spill it out, we have question for you…"

"Boxers." Phil said, grinning a half crooked grin as he leaned back into his chair. For a moment his green eyes settled on Maryse and she tilted her head, watching him. "I'm all about comfort."

Laughing, Natalya arched an eyebrow and shook her head. "That was not the question but it's good to know, right Maryse?"

Maryse forced a smile and blinked a few times. Her mystery man was wearing boxers, she was super sure of that, but was he wearing a lip and a tongue ring? She didn't think so but it could be, or maybe he took it off to throw her off. Whoever her guy was he hadn't want her to know who he was so anything was possible.

"What we really wanted to ask is more of a favor, last night my friend here got wasted out of her wits and lost something. She doesn't remember a thing and she has some personal stuff there, she needs to find it asap so I was wondering if you could help us."

Punk snorted and his eyes went back to Maryse. "So is this like that movie, The Hangover? What did you lose?"

"My phone…" She responded with caution, trying to decide if Punk was or not her mystery man. He matched the body type she had in mind and his hair was short, but the point Natalya mentioned before made sense; she didn't know if the lifestyle he had allowed him to sleep with drunk women or not but something in her was telling her a big no, but then again, why was he looking at her like that?

She felt as if she was being scrutinized and his eyes on her made her look away.

"That blows, do you want me to call it?"

"No, it's okay." She said, biting on her lower lip.

"We tried that, we just wondered if you've seen it. She was out with you guys clubbing and maybe you saw it lying around."

"No, I was in my room the entire night, just me and season four of Dexter. But if I know of something I'll let you know, okay." He said as he got up to his feet. "Oh and Maryse, there's no point to get wasted like that, I always thought it was way more fun to do things while having a clear mind, that way you can remember it all." With that said he smiled and walked away, leaving Maryse staring after him.

"Okay what was that?" Nattie said in a gasp. "That thing he said at the end, could it be? No… not Phil!"

Maryse threw her head against the table and whined. "I don't know! I don't know…" Then she looked back up and took off her sunglasses. "If it was him he clearly had no intention of letting me know so what can I do?"

"Let's not panic! Maybe that didn't mean anything with that, Phil is not preachy but he's not shy in letting other's know why he doesn't like alcohol so maybe it was just that… but then again, he is known to be a ladies' man so I don't know what to think. Maybe he wants to be known as the guy who has slept with all the divas and you were a step to get there. And think about it like this, that he claims that he was in his room doesn't help his case because if he was alone then who can say he didn't just went to you in the middle of the night."

Maryse swallowed hard, in her mind she was starting to picture the tattooed man as the person that made her feel wanton enough to lose all inhibition; and yeah she could go into a rant about how he took advantage of her but it has been her the one that started things; she initiated the touching fiesta before throwing herself at him and a man was a man and he did what most men in the world would have done.

"He worked with Justin for a while so they could have become good friends, he set him up." She whispered, her eyes getting wide as she looked at her friend.

Natalya opened her mouth, closed it and then opened it again to speak. "No, I still don't see Phil being the one… we need to question suspect number two, Mr. Matthew Korklan." With that said, Natalya took out of her purse some money, put it over the table and stood up, grabbing Maryse and walking towards the exit door.

Maryse followed, barely having time to pick her own stuff from the table; then as she noticed that she was being lead in the direction of Matt she closed her eyes and cussed under her breath. Her friend was meaning well, she knew that, but she would rather be behind closed doors than running after a guy that probably saw the most private side of her while alcohol ruled her behavior.

It was embarrassing and mortifying.

"Hey Matt." Natalya said while linking her arm to Maryse's.

"Hi!" The airborne superstar known as Evan said with a big smile on his face. He seemed happy, he always did but Maryse wondered if he had a special motive that day, because of as far as she could say the performance she put last night was enough to make a man smile for weeks.

Yeah, she wasn't cocky as a rule, but she was aware that her looks made men of all kinds want her and a shy guy like Evan maybe saw his only chance the previous night, having her drunk and very willing to do anything.

Thinking, she put her glasses back on and watched him. Like Punk his body time matched and so did his hair… she also noticed that he wasn't bad to look at all, maybe he looked too much of a sweet kid but that wasn't entirely a bad think.

He looked nice, Punk looked intriguing and now her mystery man had two faces, it was to be seen which one was the real one.

"So what are you doing around? I thought you were out injured." Natalya asked and pulled at Maryse's arm, probably so she would immediately catch on the detail that of all the guys he was the one out of place.

He wasn't on the road with the rest of them so what could be a good motive for him to be there?

"I am, but I'm almost a hundred percent good to come back."

"I see… will you be appearing on tonight's house show?"

Matt smiled, running his hand through his hair. "No, not tonight but I'll be in the ring sooner than you expect, I already have a meeting with creative Monday night."

"Oh so you came by just to say hi?"

Maryse nudged her friend's side with her elbow, because as Natalya fired up her question Matt started biting on his lips, he seemed suddenly nervous…

"Basically, I live a few hours away so I came last night to hang out with the guys, then it got late so I stayed here, I'm on my way home right now."

"Speaking of last night, Maryse here is suffering from a hangover from hell; she got wasted so bad that she can't even remember where she put her shoes." Laughing, she looked at her friend and then smiled. "Anyway, do you happen to have any aspirin with you? She had it rough last night…"

With a smile curving his lips, Matt looked at Maryse for the first time since she walked to him. "That's bad, but no I don't have anything…" He said that, stared at her for a few seconds and then looked away, blushing. "I have to go now."

Then after saying that he did as he told he was going to do and left, leaving both women watching him walk out with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"You know, each guy seems more suspicious than the previous one."

Maryse sighed and nodded. Natalya was right, Punk's words made her think that there was no point in searching anymore because he was the guy; but then they way Matt was acting seemed more suspicious than whatever riddle talk Punk could say and now she didn't know. "And we are not even halfway done with these guys."

"You are damn right we're not, we still have Bryan, Ted, Kevin and Mike; so come on and let's find our suspect for questioning number three."

TBC