CHAPTER 2

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

At the crude sound of that question, Eve adjusted her designer's sunglasses on top of her nose and then she 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."

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

"I wasn't thinking! The Los Angeles resident hurried to say while placing the palm of her right hand against her forehead. "I was drunk and I really don't know 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 moving slowly. 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 loose 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 close friend and former WWE Diva to tell her everything.

She knew the French-Canadian would be quick to respond to her call, after all she has been traveling with her boyfriend Mike and the only thing she had to do was make it out of their room and go down to the hotel's restaurant to hear her out.

At the other side, Maryse 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 has been praying to find.

"Eve, you are unbelievable; and to think that people used to say that I was a bad influence over you." Maryse 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?"

Eve 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 Randy, Matt and Punk have facial hair; John and Cody, don't so if you remember this then we can cut the chase by half."

"What do you want me to say, I can't remember!" Eve blurted out, the weight of the whole situation making her lose her cool for a second.

At her friend's outburst, Maryse just rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. "I think it was Matt aka Woo Woo Woo. I mean let's face it, everybody knows he has a big crush on you and what better opportunity to get to you that when you are drunk? Yup, it was him."

"No, I don't think so." Eve replied while blinking her eyes slowly. Sure, she couldn't remember, but she couldn't picture Matt being her mystery man… she just couldn't."

"Why not? Out of the other guys he's the one that makes more sense; I mean John doesn't strike me as the type who gets his conquests drunk and blindfolded to have sex with them, then there's Punk and well, we all know that he is a ladies' man but I highly doubt he would get you drunk just to sleep with you; then we have Randy who looks like he hates all the Divas the same and then we have Cody, whom quite honestly, I think is gay."

"Cody is not gay, he was with Beth and Layla and now he is dating some other girl." Eve said and as an afterthought she added. "Let's not take him off that list."

"Alright, but if he's dating then why would he want to get in your pants? I mean it's not like he has shown any interest in you before so why now? Oh, and let's not forget that there is a chance that there is someone else we are not thinking about."

"Yeah, there are a lot of men out there that could have been my mystery man. It could have been anybody." Eve 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 soft 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." Maryse said with a raspy laugh.

At that, Eve knitted her brows and just when she was about to open her mouth to reply, Maryse 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 former Divas champion whistled and then laughed. "Hey Punky, come here."

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

"If you got Punk to bed, then I will kill you. The things I would do to that man if I would get him in my bed."

Doing a double take, Eve forgot about her dilemma for a short while and snorted. "Yeah? I wonder what Mike would say about that."

"Shut up; that I'm dating doesn't mean I'm blind and that I can appreciate what I… shhh, here he comes. Hi Punky, how are you doing?"

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

He sat, and very so slowly Eve 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."

Maryse smiled and looked over to Eve. "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 Eve and she tilted her head, watching him. "I'm all about comfort."

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

Eve 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 Eve. "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, true, but his hair was a bit longer than what she imagined. Then there was the point Maryse mentioned before; she didn't know if the lifestyle he lived 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. If he called, her phone was going to start ringing and what excuse would she give then?

"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 the season finale of The Walking Dead. But if I know of something I'll let you know, okay." He said as he got up to his feet. "Oh and Eve, 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 Eve staring after him.

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

Eve 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?"

"Okay let's not panic! Maybe he 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."

Eve 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 blonde friend.

Maryse 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. Randy Orton." With that said, Maryse took out of her purse some money, put it over the table and stood up, grabbing Eve and walking towards another table where the Third Generation Superstar was sitting alone.

Once close to the man, the French-Canadian shoved her forward "Go and ask him."

Stumbling on her feet, Eve almost fell on the floor, and if it wasn't because she placed her hands on top of the table Randy was sitting on, she would have met the floor up close and personal.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, feeling her face flushing at the way Randy lifted his face up to stare directly into her eyes, the bluish grey of his orbs delving deep into her green ones.

"What were you are going." He said, his tone off as bored but his eyes refusing to leave her.

Without saying a word, Eve nodded, brushed her hair behind her ear and walked back to Maryse.

"I'm going to kill you" She hissed, allowing Maryse to grab her arm so they could walk away from Randy.

"You didn't ask him anything." Maryse hissed back, shaking her head and clearing her throat. "Anyway, I have you another guy that matches your mystery guy. Evan Bourne."

"His name is Matt."

"Whatever, we already have a Matt here and he's our primary suspect so let's call this one Evan. Come on, I'll go with you to help you out."

With that said, Maryse walked to the exit door and Eve followed, barely having time to recover from that brief encounter with Randy.

She didn't know what it was, but there was something about that man that unnerved her that morning. Could it be that deep inside she recognized him as the guy she was looking for? Could it be that in a moment of crazy abandon she had sex with him?

This was all too much, and then while she was still a bit shaken up, Maryse was leading her towards Evan. Closing her eyes, she 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 Evan." Maryse said while linking her arm to Eve's.

"Hi!" The airborne superstar said with a big smile on his face. He seemed happy, he always did but Eve 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 sunglasses back on and watched him. His body type matched more than Punk's and so did Randy's, after all they were cut in all the right places and her mystery man had a body sculpted in hard muscles. She also noticed that in Evan's case, 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.

Of Randy she couldn't say much, she needed to gather the courage to go and talk to him, until then she was going to put him on hold…

So that left Matt, who looked nice and Punk who looked intriguing, and that way 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." Maryse asked and pulled at Eve'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 was, but I'll make my comeback pretty soon."

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

Evan 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?"

Eve nudged her friend's side with her elbow, because as Maryse fired up her questions, 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, Eve 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, Evan looked at Eve 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 so I'm not sure. Do you want to try with Randy again?"

"No." Eve sighed and shrugged.

But Maryse was right, Punk's words made her think that there was no point in searching anymore because he was the guy; but then the 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 John, Cody and Matt; so come on and let's find our suspect for questioning number four."