This little part was supposed to go with last chapter, but because I was feeling like crap and was dozing off as I wrote, I cut it off and posted just what I had. But today I'm feeling a hell of a lot better so I decided to finish it. I don't think it adds much to the story but at the same time I think it's an important part for John and Eve's little story to stay alive. Let me know what you think and thanks for reviewing so far ;)

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Time seemed to move with the speed of a crawl when you were waiting.

That was the thought that reigned inside John Cena's mind as he sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped forward and his fingers interlacing together underneath his chin.

He has been sitting like that for the past ten minutes or so; but in the sepulchral silence that was taking over the small space that was destined to be his room in the tour bus, those ten minutes felt like ten hours.

Ah, but before those ten minutes where robbed out of his life, three hours had gone by since the last time he has been in that room, locking Eve in the bathroom and then walking away with no sense of regret whatsoever.

He hadn't mean to stay away for such a long time, but he had a very important business to attend and that was calling out The Rock and say to the Boston live crowd what he really thought about their favorite wrestler-turned movie star.

Doing that didn't take much, he only had to wait until the end of the show to walk down the ramp with a microphone in his hand and his determination in full, thing that he did and oh boy, did it really pay off.

In his mind and apparently in many others, he got the upper hand in that encounter and that seemed to be the general consensus because one, The Rock seemed pissed as hell and two, because he didn't refute the things John told him.

He just came out, told John that at his core he was afraid of his 6'5 and two hundred and something pounds and that he was going to kick his ass; that was it.

He didn't unleash the verbal assault John has been anticipating and he didn't Rock Bottomed him.

But that wasn't the sweetest part; the best came when the crowd turned on Rocky and sided with him. Such an event made him forget about Eve momentarily and with his mood soaring, he walked backstage.

Behind the curtain, a few of his fellow wrestlers came to him to share a word or two and what they said made him feel even more optimistic. People like Orton, Dibiase and even the unimaginable, CM Punk, told him that he did great at that when it came WrestleMania, they were all rooting for him.

A few of the younger ones like Hawkins, Barreta and Riley also agreed, and because they were in his native Massachusetts and all that, they even invited him to go out for a drink or two.

That was where he wasted most of his time, since the deal with Zack and Kane he has been alienating himself from everyone and going out with the boys even if it was for a little while sounded good.

Eve wasn't going anywhere, of that he made sure and he just went off with the guys.

Three beers later and after a lot of socializing, his mind started to drift off towards the brunette he left behind and something very close to guilt started to kick in.

He began to question himself about the things he was going because of her, realizing that was losing his cool in everything related to her.

And seriously, was it jealousy what he felt when he saw her with Ziggler and then with Zack? At first he didn't consider it jealousy, but now that he had time to analyze it, it probably was.

All he knew was the thought of her with someone else made his blood boil as it ran through his veins and he didn't like that.

No… and that feeling only got worse when he saw Zack walking around with a Bud Light in hand and a huge grin on his face while limping his way to a table.

He knew Zack, he considered the man to be his best friend before Eve came along and he was sure that the young man was feeling as happy as a dog with two tails just because Eve kissed him.

He could see his eyes shining with hope and that prompted John to clench his fists in anger, get up from his chair and walk out of the bar without even saying goodbye.

Now, the anger that began to rise within him was because seeing Zack like that made him realize that he wanted Eve for himself. Despite all she did and despite how much he would deny it, he wanted her.

It was something that he couldn't control, ever since the first time he kissed her he has been unable to kick her off his mind and he doubted he would be able to do it now.

SO yeah, he wanted her… he wanted her to stop the bitch act, he wanted her to stop messing him with and he definitely wanted her to come clear with him and tell him what was it that she wanted from him.

He wasn't such a bitter man and he knew he could find it in him to forgive the shit she has been pulling through, but only if she came clear with him once and for all. Sure, that would only mean that he would never fix his severed friendship with Zack, but he was in a point where he didn't care.

With that in mind he went back to his tour bus and took the chair off the door, sitting on his bed and watching the wooden barrier that was keeping Eve inside his bathroom.

The first five minutes he just sat there, thinking; but when no movement came from the other side he began to wait. He has called his chauffer back to the bus and there was no doubt that Eve felt the vehicle start moving, but even though she still made no attempt to open the door and walk out.

So he waited and waited, but then impatience started to eat a hole through him and he got up and walked to the door, his hand lifting up to grab the handle to twist it open.

Now, the first thing he saw as he opened the door was that Eve was sitting on the floor; her back was to the wall, her arms were wrapped around her legs and her face was resting over her knees.

She was still wearing her ring attire like he knew she would and for a moment he just stared at her. Sitting like that made her look vulnerable and frail and once again, he felt guilty for leaving her there for such a long time.

What if she got hungry? Or going to the extreme, what if the bus had somehow burned to ashes with her trapped in there?

So no, leaving her there hadn't been his best move and he knew it. Maybe he knew it since the very beginning, but jealousy was such an ugly malady and at the time he decided to lock her there, the only thing he could think of was that he needed her to stay away from Zack and Ziggler.

Clearing his throat and running his left hand down his face, John took a step in. "Hey,"

At his words, Eve lifted her head and with an agility he hadn't been expecting, she got to her feet and without wasting another second, she punched him hard on the chest.

John grunted, backing away and lifting his hands in defense. "Eve, wait…"

She didn't wait nor did she say anything; she just kept hitting him, her fists connecting to his chest, her legs trying to kick him all over and at one point, her hand even going as far as to slap his face.

Sure, he has taken worse abuses in the ring, but that didn't mean that her blows didn't sting or hurt somehow. "Calm down, hey! Calm down." He hissed, trying to evade her fury.

But she was going at him from all sides and thus she left him no choice than to grab her arms behind her back to force her still.

"Just listen," He said, shaking her to grab her attention.

"I hate you! How could you do this-" She began to say, but John didn't give her time to finish as he immediately pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her.

For a second Eve froze, her shoulders tensing and her breathing stopping; but then she got back to her senses and she moved her face away from his.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled through clenched teeth, her voice shaking because of the intensity of her animosity.

On his part, John rested his forehead against hers and closing his eyes, he swallowed hard. "I've tried and tried and I just can't get you out of my head."

The confession came out easier than what he thought and for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he waited for a response from her part.

Such response didn't come, whatever she was thinking she was keeping it to herself so he pulled away an inch so he could see her face.

She was standing there with her eyes closed, shaking her head and her face moving farther and farther away from his.

"I don't know what you've done to me and I… I don't know what this is, I just know that as much as I try I can't let you go and I just…" Blowing out a breath, John stopped talking for a second and then continued. "If you tell me this is one sided, I swear I will leave you alone and I will never bother you again."

At his words, Eve opened her stormy eyes and looked straight into his blue orbs, her head still shaking as if she was trying to deny something.

"John," She said, but she mumbled his name looking away from him and blinking rapidly. "I want you to leave me alone."

John snorted, letting go of her arms and grabbing her face instead, forcing her eyes on him once again.

"Then say it looking at me in the eye. Go ahead, tell me that you don't get affected when I'm this close to you; tell me I'm imagining that you are trembling right now and tell me while being a hundred percent sure that if I kiss you right now, you won't melt in my arms while kissing me back."

"You don't get anything, don't you? You are too damn oblivious to…" She began to say, apparently angry with him. But before she could finish, John moved his face forward and kissed her again.

"You are drunk," She said, pulling away.

"No I'm not." And he wasn't, his body could hold more than three beers and he wasn't even feeling buzzed. His head was clear and he knew exactly what he wanted.

That was why he searched for her lips once more…

This time, the pretty Diva didn't try to pull away and taking that as his cue, John parted a way into her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss.

Her response was gradual, first she just let him kiss her and then little by little she started to respond; her hands moving forward to rest them against his chest; her tongue waking up and moving against his and her head tilting to the side so he could have better access.

John took all he could get, silently enjoying the sweetness of her mouth as his hands moved away from her face to roam down her back, trying to figure out how he could take her top off.

Now, that little task proved to be a bit tricky, but once he deciphered the mysteries of her ring attire, he pulled the top off and pressed harder against her.

Eve never protested the liberties he was taking with her and why would she? He had gone farther than that with her and just as it happened that first time, she allowed him to do as he pleased.

She didn't utter a word of protest when he stripped her topless and when he wrapped his strong arm around her waist to take her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom, she just held tighter onto him and kissed him harder.

That was how it all started; once standing at one side of the bed, John put her down without ceasing the kiss. His hands also continued the exploration, touching her all over her soft skin, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her closer until he wasn't sure where his body ended and hers started.

Eve did her part too, pulling his shirt off and rising on her tip toes to have him closer. She even moved one of her hands down his pants and rubbed lazily the hardness trapped in there until John gasped and sucked in a breath.

That way, between broken moans and hollow breaths, the rest of their clothes were discarded and with a calm he lacked the first time he got to enjoy the wonders of her body, John lowered her to the bed and climbed on top of her.

What happened next was meant to be, John accommodated his weight between her legs and pulled away from the kiss.

"Do you really want this?" He asked in a gasp, his hips slowly moving so that the tip of his manhood was teasing her flesh, sliding between her folds and rubbing her nub.

Eve closed her eyes and nodded, but because he wanted her to say it, he moved in a way that he was slightly pressing against her tight entrance.

"Tell me,"

"You know I do-" She said, opening her eyes and fixing her darkening eyes on his. At those words, John took a moment to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. "But it's too late now, John… things are just…"

"Shhh, don't think about anything but what's here." With that said, John gave that final push that would make them one for the second time and in a matter of nothing, he was buried deep inside of her.

Gasping and biting hard on the inside of his cheek, John began his dance; taking his time and enjoying without haste the woman laying underneath him.

That way they kissed long and deep, he never stopped kissing her even when he mumbled a lot of nonsense in her arms and when she pulled apart to tell him between strangled moans that she didn't want him to stop, that she needed him to keep going, he felt his hardness throb insistently inside of her with a desire stronger than any other feeling he could have.

Soon after he saw her reach the edge of her passion, her eyes locked with his, her lips parted as she breathed hard and her face flushing a deep red.

He followed her close behind, spilling everything he had inside of her while clumsily claiming her lips once again in a searing kiss.

Once they were both satisfied and breathing hard against each other's mouths, John slid out and laying on his back, he pulled her to him, inhaling her scent as he closed his eyes…

"It's never too late… you'll see." He mumbled into her hair, liking the way her smaller frame felt pressed against his naked chest. But he never opened his eyes and she never responded.

Now, in his mind, he just shut his blue eyes for a moment, but when he opened them once again Eve wasn't there.

The warmness of her body was replaced by the coldness of loneliness and only the scent of her skin remained behind.

Blinking in confusion, John sat up, looking around the darkness and his ears picking no sound but that of the air conditioning humming.

Slowly, he got to his feet and put on his pants, not bothering to put on his boxers and using his time instead to look for her. The only problem was that she wasn't in his bathroom; she wasn't sitting by the kitchen or laying down in the small couch in front of the TV. She just wasn't there…

Sure, there were only two ways she could have left the bus and because he doubted she jumped out the emergency door, he walked to the driving cabin and cleared his throat.

His chauffer Maurice was there and sensing him near, he nodded to him and smiled.

"Did you just happen to see a woman getting out of here?"

The smile never disappeared from Maurice's face. "Yup, a beautiful one by the way. She seemed upset though. Did you guys have a fight? I mean why else would she want to get off in the middle of nowhere, right?"

Biting hard on his lips, John blinked his eyes two times. "Yeah… I passed out and I didn't notice her leave. Where was it that she got off?"

"Like six miles behind, I pulled at a gas station and left her there. It was late and dark so I called her a taxi and waited until it arrived before driving away. I mean I didn't think it was such a good idea to just leave a pretty girl like her in such a place. Especially since all she was wearing was that shirt you always wear around, you know? I paid for the taxi too."

John puffed out a breath and ran his hand through his short hair. "Yeah, thanks Maurice… I'll pay you back." With that said, he walked back to into bedroom and throwing himself on top of the bed, he closed his eyes.

"Eve… you are going to kill me here." He said out loud, his eyes opening and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe that was her way of telling him that she really wanted him to leave her alone… but no, if she really wanted that, she wouldn't have given herself to him with such abandon like she did that night. And if she really wanted that, she wouldn't have sneaked on him in the middle of the night like she did.

What her acts told him, was that he had on her the same hold she had on him, that despite everything she was drawn to him in ways she couldn't even explain.

Well that or everything that happened in that room was part of her games…

Who knew? And the worst part was that he wasn't going to find out until she decided to tell him…