A/N: Okay, I wanted to keep this story a few more chapters but I guess I'll have to cut it short so I can focus on other stories that are more liked. Thanks to dolly87 and Xxsosxx for sticking with this, you guys rule and because of you I'll try to write the last chapter when inspiration hits me (soon I hope) ;)

ChApTeR 3

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

Taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time since her friend Brie decided to invade her hotel room, the blonde WWE Diva known as Maryse flipped her hair to the side and shrugged.

"I am dressed."

"Well duh, it's not like you are naked. What I mean is if you are not going to get dressed for the party."

"Brie… ugh, I told you I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'm going to stay here, alone and I don't know, maybe I'll watch a movie or something."

Pouting her lips and eyeing her over from her place near the door, the former Diva's champion, Brie Bella, placed her hands to her hips and hummed. "Maryse… you do know that he is going away tonight, right? Meaning that this is the last time you'll probably see him again."

Arching an eyebrow and taking the remote control in her hand, the French Canadian started to flip through the channels randomly as she blatantly ignored one of her best friend's words.

"Maryse, hello I'm talking to you."

"I heard you Brie, I just don't see the point of having this conversation right now. Yes, I know he is going away but what do you want me to do?" She responded, unable to hide the exasperation in her voice.

"Well, to start things why don't you show a bit of emotion at what's going on? This is the man you love and you are just laying there and letting him go without even saying goodbye. Jesus, Maryse, have you ever stop to think that you are probably the reason he's leaving?"

Rolling her eyes once again, Maryse quirked her lips and blew out a breath. "Don't be ridiculous, he was thinking about not signing that contract since the day they asked him to renew it a year ago so trust me, this has nothing to do with me."

In fact, back to the day the man used to do her everything, they had spent long hours talking about the subject so she knew the reasons he was going away. He was tired, he was frustrated and he wanted to rest both his body and mind.

He wasn't leaving because of her... that was just ridiculous.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Then that's your problem, not mine." She spat angrily as she sent a cold glance her way. "God, why is it that everyone wants to make me feel guilty about this? I mean two months ago you were all by my side saying how much of a jerk he was with me and… and you, Brie… you didn't even like him when we were together so why are you now trying to make me go there and beg him not to go away?"

Licking her lips and looking down to her heels, the Latina walked towards the bed and sat down next to Maryse. "I'm not asking you to beg him about anything; I'm just saying that since you two are obviously still in love with each other, it would have been nice for you to go. Who knows, maybe you'll even be able to fix your problems."

"There's nothing to fix here, we are done. You know that."

"Yeah, I know that. And I also know that because you two are done, you are not acting like yourself. First it was the excessive drinking and partying and now that he's going you just keep yourself locked."

"Well, didn't you all want me to stop drinking so much? I stopped, now just leave me alone."

"He loves you. I was never very fond of him but this is not about me, it's about you and everyone who has eyes can see that he loves you as much as you love him. Was he a jerk with you? You're damn right he was, but think about this, are you really willing to renounce him forever just because you can't forgive him? Forever is a long time, mamacita."

Snorting, Maryse shook her head and closed her eyes. It was so easy for Brie to talk about forgiveness when she wasn't the one who had to endure the man she loved acting in full jerk mode with her. But yeah, even though forgiving and forgetting came so hard for her, she has thought about what Brie told her, a lot.

Could she forgive him? Would she…? And if she did, would they go back to normal so she wouldn't have to spend her nights missing him and hating herself for wanting him to be there?

Those were questions that always danced in her mind, but at the end of each day she would always come with the same conclusion… "He's with Beth. She's the one he loves now and the one that needs to be there with him, not me."

"You are impossible." Brie said getting up from the bed. "Anyway, I'm going to the party whether you like it or no. Do you want me to tell him anything?"

"No." She replied at once while opening her eyes. She didn't have to send him any messages; he was the one that screwed up and the one going away; meaning that the fact that the chapter with their story came to an end was all his fault.

But then she thought about it and tilted her head to the side. "Well, tell him… just tell him that I wish him the best in life…"

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He knew since the very beginning that she wasn't going to show up. He didn't need anyone to tell him that and in all honesty, he hadn't been expecting to see her there.

Actually, ever since he woke up that morning, he has been trying to deal with her impending absence and he has done his best to turn off that stubborn part of his brain that insisted on thinking about her all day long.

It didn't work, and now that the night finally came and she was nowhere to be found, he couldn't stop his eyes from scanning the room in hopes of spotting her in a corner sipping on a glass of wine and laughing with her friends.

It was really pathetic, he knew that; so every time that his eyes would search for her, he mentally kicked himself hard and tried to put his attention in the people who did come to see him.

After all it was very simple, she wasn't even remotely interested in going to the farewell party some of the guys threw him after the Money In The Bank PPV so she just skipped it. Thing that was rare on her because as a rule she didn't miss any kind of party.

But it was what it was and maybe that unspoken rule of hers didn't apply to his party and like he said, due to what happened between them, he hadn't been expecting her to show up.

But at the same time that he was convinced that he was going away without seeing her face for one last time, a small part of him that seemed to be a glutton for punishment knew that he would have been content only by seeing her there… she didn't even had to go to him, he just wanted to see her there.

But that wasn't going to be and by the time the night started to move forward and slowly turn into an early morning, he was a hundred percent resigned with the set of cards he had in his hand.

After all, that she wasn't there was nobody's fault but his own.

"Papacito!"

Lifting his chin up, Phil took a look at one half of Bella twins approaching him and tried to force a smile out of his lips. It was hard, because he couldn't help but to muse over the fact that her friends came and she didn't. "Hey."

Walking as fast as her impossible high heels would allow her, the Latina made her way to him and gave him a hug. "We are all going to miss you, agh! Do you really have to go?"

Frowning because he had a feeling that the woman hugging him was Brie and because he knew Brie has never liked him; Phil took in a deep breath and then let it escape slowly through his lips. "Well I don't have to…" He said, stopping himself from muttering the words that he just wanted to say.

It was hard to explain, but he was burnt out and he just needed time from everything; from wrestling, from being on the road… from Maryse and dealing with seeing her all the time without being able to go to her and pick back from where they left things…

"Aren't you going to admit that you are going to miss us too?" She asked in a laugh while pulling away from him. "Come on, you know you want to say it."

Lifting one of his hands to his head, Phil ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Meh, I'll pass from ever admitting that."

"It doesn't matter, because I'm going to give you a good reason to love me forever and ever and then you'll admit that you will miss me." She said hugging him back and Phil rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and what's that?"

Rising so she could talk into his ear, Brie told him what Maryse told him. Then when she was done, she told him a bit more… enough to make Phil forget all about his party and enough to make his heart beat with renewed forces into his chest.

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Maryse wasn't asleep when she heard the distinct sound of someone knocking on her door. Yeah she was in bed, but for the last few hours or so she has been there watching movies, taking small bites of the chocolate cake she ordered from the room service menu and eyeing an un-open bottle of wine that was resting over her pillow from time to time while trying to decide if it would be a good idea or not to silence her mind by clouding it with a good dose of alcohol.

So no, she was definitely not asleep and when the second knock came she automatically got to her feet to open the door.

It was probably Brie… but hopefully not, the last thing she needed right in that moment was for the details of Phil's farewell party. She honestly didn't want to know.

So hoping that it would be a much sympathetic friend like Barbara or even Foxy, the French-Canadian opened the door to find herself face to face with the last person she has expected to see that night.

Blinking a couple of times, Maryse could feel her face transforming into a stoic mask that would hopefully hide her surprise… but truth be told, that first few seconds were probably enough for him to read anything she had in her mind.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a whisper, taking a good clandestine look at the man standing at the other side of the door while trying to keep her composure.

God, but it was hard; especially since his olive green irises were fixed into her eyes in that way that he had of looking at her.

"I came to talk to you."

Closing her eyes, Maryse took in a deep breath and shook her head. She didn't want to talk to him, not that night. Maybe later on if he came back or if she ran into him somewhere that wasn't in her room, she might be able to talk and look at him without feeling so vulnerable.

But right now, it wasn't the moment.

"Phil… I don't-" Before she could finish talking, the new WWE Champion took a step towards her and without letting her know of his intention, he kissed her right on the lips.

It wasn't a forceful kiss; it was just the meeting of their lips in the most tender of ways and for a moment Maryse reacted by instinct, lifting her hand to his head and burying her fingers into his hair to bring him closer; but as soon as she felt the familiar sent of the man invade all her senses, she pulled away and through big eyes she stared at him.

"What do you think you are doing? You can't come here…"

Lifting a hand and making her stop speaking, Phil took a step towards her and she retreated, giving the Chicago native the space he needed to walk into the room and close the door behind him.

All that Maryse watched in silence. She knew she had to say something while kicking him out, but there was something about the way he was looking at her that was preventing her to open her lips to speak. She didn't know what it was…

"Do you still love me?" He asked, taking two steps towards her and making her walk back.

"You better leave now,"

Shaking his head, Phil took another step towards her. "Not until you tell me."

At his words, Maryse took one last step backwards and almost gasped when she collided against some wall. She hadn't been expecting to find a wall so soon and she was actually surprised… and corner. "Phil… just get out."

The tattooed man walked to her, his body getting dangerously close to hers while he shook his head no. He didn't need any other word than that and leaning his face to hers, he kissed her once again.

Knowing that she should push him away but unable to do such a thing, Maryse's lips melted against his and when his teeth tugged at her bottom lip asking for entrance she gave it to him; just like that.

She even went as far as to rest her hands to his chest and when he circled her waist with his arm to bring her closer, Maryse gasped into his mouth and kissed him harder.

It was… she didn't know what it was, but as he kissed her and as she kissed him back, the blonde WWE Diva couldn't help but to think about how she had missed it all. From the way he smelled, to the way his kisses would leave her breathless and especially the way he could make her forget about everything with just a touch.

He has always been able to do that and even after long months had passed without them giving into the pleasure that was kissing; he still had that effect on her.

But... as nice as it was, Maryse couldn't let herself get carried away so she ended the kiss by moving her face away. "Don't do that." She breathed out, taking notice that he wasn't letting go of her.

"I love you. I didn't want to go away without telling you that."

Feeling her resolution crumble, Maryse took in a deep shaky breath that was supposed to make her regain her control. It didn't work and before she knew it she was fighting very hard not to allow her eyes to leak out.

"I love you now and I will never stop loving you."

Shaking her head and feeling that first tear slide down her cheek, Maryse brought her hand up and wiped it away. She had wanted to tell Phil something right in that moment about her not caring about what he felt but her words where silenced with another kiss.

Then, before she knew what was going on, she was kissing him back, her tears falling while Phil picked her up to carry her to bed.

She couldn't explain why she was allowing her to do that, all she knew was that when morning came, this man was going to be gone forever and this was going to be the last night she had with him…