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ChApTeR 10

"Wow, this is amazing." I exclaim in a delighted tone of voice that almost borders in awe as I close my eyes to fully enjoy the moment. I know I probably sound silly considering the situation we are in but quite frankly I don't care. I mean, after the last few weeks I just had I think I earned behaving like this.

So, with that as my excuse and not really caring about how silly I'm acting, I bite hard on my lips and turn the water on and then off, on and off again until Phil apparently grows tired of it and takes my hands in his to make me stop.

"Come on, Frenchie, I'm going to start believing you've never taken a shower before." He says from his place behind me as he wraps one arm around my waist to bring me closer to him.

With my eyes still closed I let him do this, my back automatically molding against the warmness of his body as I breathe into the moment.

"Of course I have taken a shower before, but I think it was such a long time ago that I can barely remember it." Well, that's not necessarily true; I mean I do remember how it is to take a shower, but it's just that bathing in the cold waters of a lake for almost two weeks in a row makes you appreciate the wonders of a shower like never before.

It's like magic.

Okay, so that may sound a little stupid, but remember that I've been deprived from most of life's simple pleasures and now that I'm here I can't help but to feel excited that I'm having some kind of normalcy back in my life.

Yeah it's just a shower, I know that; but if things go the way I hope they will, this is just a small first step towards civilization and I can't way for more.

Just imagine it, me in a three feet bubble bath, sipping the best red wine I can find while music plays in the background. Amazing isn't it? And the best part is that after that I'll get to sleep in my own bed.

That sounds heavenly to me right now.

As my mind takes off with thoughts of what's to come once I get back to LA, Phil moves his lips down to my shoulder and then slowly up to my neck, kissing a path of fire through my skin and thus making me hum as I open my eyes. "That feels nice."

So yeah, this is another thing that has me feeling silly and maybe a little giddy, Phil and the reaction his touch provokes in me. Now this is crazy, but all my senses are still riding high after what happened back in that big comfortable bed and this new teasing touch from his lips brings all the memories back.

I can't lie, wrong as it may be I like this more than I should. Like I said, it is crazy, especially since one of the things I can't stop thinking about is why weren't we doing this back at the island? It would have been a better way to pass the time than playing Tic-Tac-Toe and making up trivia games.

This right here is just… I don't even know how to explain it, all I can say is that he and his heated touches and addicting kisses took my mind away from all the things that can go wrong from now on and God knows that's just what I needed.

In a moment where I was scared out of my mind he made me feel some kind crazy good and wow, all I have to say is that he is really something amazing. Who would have thought that? Once again, not me.

Now as we stand here, I can't help but to think that we came along way to be here like this. From the Island of doom where we clashed horns at first we are now in the yatch from hell where we ended up clashing… well, something else.

But anyway, as nice as that was we are still trapped here and who knows what will happen now. Thinking about that, I turn around and while facing him I go back to his embrace, circling his waist with my arms and nestling my face into the crook of his neck.

It feels good to be like this, more good than it should feel. "Do we really have to go and have dinner with that man. What is his name anyways, Big Jimbo?"

Phil chuckles while running his hand down my spine, the electric touch of his fingers making me shiver and snuggle closer against him. "I think his name is Big Juma."

"Hmmm," I mumble as I press my lips against his collar bone. Here's how it is, whatever his name is I still don't want to go out to him. In fact, if it was up to me I would spend our time here inside this cabin.

"This could actually turn out to be good; I mean dinner sounds fantastic right now. I don't know about you but I got tired of eating lizard and grapes."

I shrug, for all I care these people can have caviar and champagne and I still don't want to eat with them; especially not with that Jimmy guy.

The only problem is that we are in his boat and we don't know what kind of business he is having here or what kind of man he is; so if he wants us to join him to dinner or in smuggling illegal merchandise across the Seven Sees we have to put on a smile and do what he says.

After all dead people don't protest and to the entire world that's what we are, dead people.

Maybe Phil is right; we have enough material going on to make a movie. It will fit perfectly in the big screen because most of these things only happen in movies. I mean check this out; a plane crash, a deserted island and now being rescued by a bunch that for all we know could be pirates.

Classic…

"Penny for your thoughts."

"Uh?" I mumble looking up to him, "What's a penny for my thoughts? Ugh, speak clearly or don't speak at all."

Snorting, Phil angles his face in a way where he can look down on me. He looks half amused, half incredulous and I don't get it. "Are you serious?"

"What?" I blurt out. "Do you want money? I don't have any."

He laughs out loud and I open my mouth, feeling my jaw hang as I stare at him. "What, what is it?"

As a response, Phil shakes his head and once his laughter dies out he licks at his lips. "Anyway, you spaced out and I was just wondering what were you thinking?"

"Oh okay. Well, I was thinking about what I want to do when I finally get home." Sure, that wasn't what I was thinking last but he doesn't need to know it all.

At my words, the corner of his lips curve into a half grin and his olive green eyes sparkle as he looks down on me. For some reason, my mind tells me that I should feel weird about the fact we are standing here naked and pressed flesh to flesh as the spray of the shower refreshes us, but I'm not feeling weird… I don't even feel weird about what happened earlier on.

Quite the contrary, this feels like the most natural thing in the world…

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do; as soon as I set foot in good ol' USA I'm going straight to Kumas in Chi-Town and I'm gonna get the biggest burger they have in the card; or better yet, I'll get two of them. When I'm done with that I'll go to Tony's for some pizza and I'll eat a large one all by myself. You see, my plan is to eat until I pass out and induce myself into a carbs coma."

When he is done talking, I tilt my head to the side and arch an eyebrow; as I do so I feel my lips curving into a smile and I shake my head. "Is food the only thing you can think of?"

He grins again, placing both his hands on my hips and eyeing me over with a very special glint on his eyes. Interesting… I mean, this is the same man that told me in our first day at the Island that he had no interest whatsoever in seeing me naked; now as it turns out he ended up having more than a little interest in moi.

I can't help but to smile at that, I mean it's not that I'm more cocky than it's necessary but I like the fact that he likes seeing me like this and what's more, that he liked it even more when he got to touch me and then a bit more.

I can't blame him; after all, our situation made me change the way I look at him too. Two weeks ago I wouldn't have even think about letting him hold me so close, while naked…

"Not really, I think about lots of stuff." He says in a low dark whisper and because I'm looking up to his face I see how he uses the tip of his tongue to push his lip ring forward. "But admit it; food in the Island wasn't the best you ever had."

"No, it wasn't." I say, biting down on my lips as his hands move from my hips to my lower back. Once his hands settle there, he pulls me closer to him so that we are now brushing skin to skin. "But it wasn't the worse either."

Actually, the worse food I ever had was in Shanghai. Gosh, I love international food but that was so bad that Mike and I ended up having the worst case of food poisoning ever.

Thinking about Mike makes me lower my gaze and I breathe out. Mike… that's really something to think about…

"Well, the chef tried his best so don't blame him."

Looking up, I blink a few times and just when I'm about to respond there is a knock on the door that interrupts me before I can even begin.

"I'll get that."

He kisses me lightly on the lips and after stepping out of the shower he wraps a towel around his waist so that he can walk out. Once he is nowhere to be seen, I press my forehead to the cold titles on the wall and just stay there, thinking.

So okay, there is no denying that I'm living some strange moments; but even though, nothing justifies or takes away the fact that I cheated on Mike with one of the guys. And not only that, I cheated on him with someone whose girlfriend works with me.

If she knows about this she'll kill me, if Mike knows about it I'll kill him… not for real, mind you; but it's just that despite Mike's efforts to appear like this over-confident guy who could care less about the stupid things people say about him, I know that deep inside he resents the trash some of the guys say about him.

So imagine how he will feel if he finds out that I cheated on him with one of biggest jerks backstage, and when I say jerk I mean it because Phil has never missed a chance to criticize Mike. He's one of the guys who list him as his favorite Diva and I know Mike doesn't like that.

I don't either, I've seen Mike work very hard on his way to the top and he deserves everything that he is getting career wise.

Maybe I shouldn't tell him, what happened with Phil was circumstantial, nothing more and nothing less. Sure, I liked it very much and the feeling of having him in me is too fresh for me to regret things; but nice as it was this can't happen again, not when I'm so close of getting back to Mike…

Getting out of my trance and wishing I could at least feel more remorseful, I turn off the shower and step out so that I can grab a towel to dry me off; once done I walk around until I'm standing in front of a big bathroom mirror and wow oh wow, I just have to take a quick glance to know that I look fatal.

To start, I'm a lot skinnier and not in a good way, it's more in a gaunt kind of way and I think that I look almost as bad as Michelle McCool. I also notice that my skin didn't tanned well and is now an ugly red all over… and my hair, eww! It looks terrible.

I'm a walking disaster, this is awful!

"Look what we have here."

I hear Phil shouting from the other room and I quickly cover my body up and turn around from the mirror to walk away to see what his commotion is about.

In two seconds I'm standing at the doorway, only half interested in the clothes he is showing me because my mind is still horrified by what I saw on the mirror. I usually love mirrors, but right now I wish the one in there would disappear.

"Check this one out." He says with a huge grin on his face while he shows me an ugly little black dress I don't know where he got from. Maybe it was given to him by whoever knocked on the door. "I wonder if this is for me or for you." He puts the dress against his torso and then shrugs. "Well, it doesn't fix me so you can have it."

After saying that he keeps rummaging around and I just watch him as he does that. Whoever those clothes belong to, she really has no sense of fashion whatsoever. Neither does Phil if he expects me to put any of that.

"Come on, we need to get ready."

"All my clothes are damp and there is no way I'm putting any of that." I said curtly. The fact is that all my clothes are indeed wet, in my hurry to pack I threw everything together and that included some of the clothes I washed in the lake earlier today.

It was my mistake, because now I don't have anything dry to put on.

Phil looks up at me. "I'm sure we can find something in here that will fit you, how about this?" He shows me yet another dress, and even though this one looks better than the black one he showed me earlier on I still hate it.

"That's hideous, I told you I'm not wearing any of that." I cross my arms up to my chest and before he can respond there is another knock on the door.

For a while Phil just stands there, looking at me as I stare a hole through the wall. But then he moves and opens the door.

"Dinner will be served in twenty minutes, Big Juma expects you to be on time."

All of this I can only hear because Phil just opened the door a little bit so he could take a peek out. Once the messenger is done he closes the door and then he walks to me.

"So what is up with you and this sudden change of mood?"

I take a deep breath and roll my eyes. If I felt like talking I would tell my mood is due to the fact that I don't like being here and also because I don't want to put on any of that stupid clothes and because I don't know how will I face Mike after what I did with him. But I say nothing of that, I just drop my arms down and walk past him so that I can start rummaging through the clothes myself.

There is a bunch of things here and all of them look terrible, so not having any other choice I turn around and walk towards my own suitcase, damp or not I will have to dress with my own clothes. After a couple of minutes of searching I pick the driest thing I can find and without saying a word I go back to the bathroom to put it on.

I try to hurry and once I'm done I go out to find Phil putting on a shirt. I ignore him, taking out my comb and pulling my hair up in a pony-tail because there's no way I'm going to walk around with this hair looking like it looks.

"Maryse,"

"What?" I ask without looking at him, I'm just focused on what I'm doing.

"Alright, just tell me what is it because I clearly missed out the memo."

I feel his hands on my waist and before I can do or say anything he swirls me around so I'm now facing him, his warm green eyes searching for mine for an answer. "Was it something I said?"

Damn him, why is he making me feel guilty? Oh yeah, because I snapped at him for no apparent reason at all. I mean, that we ended up having sex is only partly his fault, and since I was the one that started with the kissing I guess we can say that I carry more blame than he does.

"It's nothing-" I say after taking a deep breath. "Well, it's just…" I look away from his eyes, trying to clear my mind because I don't want to say the wrong thing.

But what is the wrong thing to say here, the truth? That we made a mistake? I mean let's face it; we are one step away from getting home and what do we do? We decided to forget that we have people waiting for us back home and that by doing what we did we put in jeopardy what we have with both Mike and Beth.

"I just want all this to be over." I say after a while, deciding it's the safer thing to say.

As I blink a couple of times, his hands go back to circling my waist and he presses his lips to my forehead. "It will be over soon, we just need to get this dinner thing over with and then we will figure out what to do next. Just let me ask you for one little favor, please let me do all the talking."

I snort, unable to help myself. "Well, I just hope that you and your big mouth won't make us end up swimming our way back home."

"Just trust me, okay?"

So that's how we planned our dinner, Phil's part was to talk and mine was to let him do all the talking. It seemed pretty easy so once we got dressed and after I put some make-up so I won't look too awful, we got out of the room and up to where our escort led us. Yes, an escort that was waiting at the door of the room we were in.

When we get up we find that Jimbo, Jimmy or however the man calls himself is already there waiting for us. He is sitting and when he sees us he smiles. "My WWE friends, so good to have you here, sit, sit." We do as he says while he looks at us with that big smile still plastered on his face. "So CM Punk, why don't you tell me about the night you won the Money In The Bank while dinner is served."

I look at Phil and he looks at me for a moment before turning his attention to Jumo. Then he begins to relate back to back that story and then numerous more about his matches, his Indy days, a few backstage stories and many other WWE related stuff as a serving girl brings the food.

I gotta give it to Phil, he sure knows how to captivate people with his talk and in a matter of nothing he has Jimmy laughing and listening to every word he has to say.

I listen to what he is saying too, getting lost in his words as I visualize the world through his eyes. So he talks about many subjects for several minutes and it's not until the food arrives that I'm able to look away from him and put my attention elsewhere.

And when I say elsewhere I mean the food.

Now trust me, after a strict diet of lizards, fruit and water, being served lobster is heavenly, the thought of watching it down with a glass of wine majestic…

But even with my mouth watering at the mere sight of this food, I only manage to eat in small bites; taking time in between each bite to listen to whatever Phil and Jomo are talking about.

Most of their talk is about wrestling, and since wrestling is a big part of my life I listen carefully; but as Phil told me back in the room, I keep my thoughts to myself, nodding every now and then while enjoying the food.

At the end, things turned out to be not so bad… just like Phil said. To be honest I was kind of expecting the table to be stuffed with illegal goods while me and would Phil be informed about or kidnapping and the ransom they will be asking for us.

I was even expecting to have Jumba make me talk about Ted Dibiase's trust fund so that he could exploit it. Good thing that he didn't as Ted and his wife wouldn't appreciate a South American modern pirate calling them and demanding them to pay a ransom for moi and Phil with a money that doesn't even exist.

Ah, but the night is still young and something like that or even worse can still can happen so I still have my reservations.

But then times goes by and dinner is done, we are served dessert and still nothing.

"Big Juma," Phil says and when I pick up his tone I put my spoon down and look at him. "We appreciate what you are doing for us, really. But as you know, we've been stranded in that island for two weeks and as you should know we have families that must be worried about us. So I was wondering if there was a possibility that we could contact them."

Big Juma looks at Phil for a long while and through all that while Phil holds his gaze to his.

"Mr. CM Punk, I'm a big fan of you and there is nothing more that I would like to do than to help you. But you see, I have a business here and I can't jeopardize it. You must understand that I can't simply pull on the nearest port and drop you off; it would be too risky for me and my associates."

Drinking on his words, I look from one man to another, expecting something to happen. I mean Jumbo just admitted he has some kind of fishy business going on and in my mind that could range from drug trafficking to all of them being mercenaries, terrorist and a great number of things I can even begin to imagine.

Phil and I are just in the middle of it all, trapped with no place to go.

"But I tell you what I can do. We are in international waters right now so I guess I can allow you one call, like in American movies." He puts out of his pocket a notepad and scribbled down something. "There is a small village I can take you to, I don't think there are phones over there or anyone who can speak English so you need to make sure to tell the person you call where this place is located because once I drop you there is no turning back."

I blink, going over what he is saying in my mind. So he will let us go just like that, but to a village, a poor village in the middle of God knows where and he will allow us one call…

"I think that would do for us."

The man sighs. "Then let's bring more wine for the lady and more Pepsi for you, you'll both need it. I've been in that place and believe me, it is not a pretty place, especially not to people like you." He laughs, and I can say that I don't like that laugh. "Someone bring a phone to my WWE friends, Big Juma will help them get back home!"

As soon as Jimbo ordered for the phone, a brand new iPhone 4 is brought immediately and handed to us. Phil takes it and after a short discussion in hushed voices we agree that we should call Patterson.

After some consideration we concluded that he's the man to call because one; with him being our road agent he's an easy access to Vince and the big boss has enough power to send for us, two; because that's the only relevant number Phil knows out of memory and three; well, because he's French-Canadian like me… do I need to say more?

But anyway, what happens next goes by very quickly; Phil calls, Pat answers and judging by the conversation that I could listen to, the old man is very incredulous over the fact that not only Phil but that I was as well very much alive. Then, after a very brief resume, Phil goes straight to the point because Johnie is signaling the call must end; but at least he got the message across and he got to tell him the directions that were given up to him.

So this is it, after all the hell we've been through, after all the trials and tribulations it seems that we are finally going home.

This… it doesn't even feel real…

"My friends, I guess all we have to do now is take you to the village so be merry, for your journey back home begins now."

TBC