Chapter seven coming at you in HD. This chapter will be in Miz's point of view. Enjoy. Just as a reminder, any mistakes are my own and I apologize for them.
PS: I will be referring to Miz as Mike because calling him 'Miz' outside of Monday Night Raw seems a bit silly.
PPS: This chapter will get a little dirty; you have been warned.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned, besides my OC, belong to their rightful owners.

Recap: Miz and Giselle went out to breakfast and ran into John Cena on their way back. Giselle said it was a crying shame that John didn't join them but John said that he wouldn't have made it anyway.

French Distraction

Giselle led me back to her hotel room, opening the door and throwing her purse on the counter. "Is something wrong, Mike?"

"How long have you known John, Giselle?"

"Only a little while. Why?" I delayed my response, never looking directly at Giselle while I was messing with my belt buckle. "Don't tell me that you're jealous of John." Giselle sat down on the couch, bringing me with her and holding both of my hands. "Believe me when I've told you that I have had a chance to date John. I mean, sure he's funny, charming, has a million dollar smile...big, gorgeous blue eyes...muscles that would drive a woman crazy...an ass you could bounce a quarter off of..."

"Giselle, not helping."

"Oh! Right, sorry. He may have all those things but last I checked, I wasn't sitting in his hotel room on his couch. I was sitting in my hotel room with you, Mike. I've watched John's career from the beginning and there were times I wanted to be with him but those times are over. I want to be with you...as long as you'll let me."

"Of course I'll let you, Giselle. But you have to be honest with me and don't let your sister come between us. If that is going to happen, there is no chance for us to have a good relationship."

"Of course, Mike. Like I would believe Maryse after what's happened. First, she makes you out to be worlds worse than what you really are. Then, she tries to come here and talk me out of what was happening. The last thing I'm going to do is trust her, Mike."

"I like when you call me Mike."

"It's your name."

"Everyone calls me Miz, regardless of where we are. It wears on me after a while." Giselle leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss. She went to pull away but I grabbed her face and brought her lips back to mine, deepening the previous kiss we just shared. I pushed her back onto the couch, pushing our bodies together. I ran my hand down her side and was about to slip my hand under her dress when there was a knock at the door. Giselle groaned and pulled away long enough to ask who it was.

"It's Maryse, Giselle. Open up."

"Not a chance, Maryse. Allez-vous-en. (Go away.)" I kept staring at the door, expecting Maryse to come through the door at any moment. Giselle turned my head towards her so that I was looking in her eyes. Giselle's eyes were green, where Maryse's were brown. I could definitely get used to the difference. "Forget about her, Mike." She didn't give me time to respond before she pulled my mouth down to hers for another kiss. I felt her hands underneath my shirt and I jumped at the touch, earning a small laugh from Giselle.

"Not funny." She stuck her tongue out at me and I smiled. I felt her lips on my neck and my eyes fluttered closed for a minute, long enough for Giselle to start working on my belt buckle. I felt her slip her hands into my jeans and I gasped against her skin when she gripped me through my boxer briefs. My hips jerked up when she started to slowly moved her hand up and down. "Giselle..." I gasped as she increased the pressure of her hand on my skin. Her lips started to suck at the skin on my neck, leaving small red marks that would disappear relatively quickly. I turned my face towards Giselle to start kissing her again because, frankly, moaning would have embarrassed me beyond belief. "Oh...god..."

"What, Mike? Are you getting close?"

"Yes." Giselle laughed softly and quickened her pace, making me teeter over the edge. She gently squeezed the tip of my cock and that was enough to send me spiraling into my orgasm, bucking my hips wildly and thoroughly soiling my jeans. As I tried to control my breathing, I felt Giselle slowly take her hand out of my pants. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, Mike." She gently pushed me into a sitting position and got up off the couch. "I was the one who started it after all." She winked at me and headed towards the bathroom. I sighed and leaned back until my head hit the top of my couch. If she keeps this up, I'll be worn out before next Monday night.

FIN

That's it for this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry about the fizzly ending. I seem to lose control of these chapters more and more. Reviews are appreciated.