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"I can't believe you!" Sasha yelled, spilling her Midori Sour as she slammed her glass down on the table, "you act like you're such a good person, when you're just a pathetic bitch!" she gulped down some of the bright green liquid, calming her fired up nerves.

Katharyn looked up from her position on the plush deep blue booth lounge, at Sasha, confused, "Whatever are you talking about?" she glanced over to John, to see if he had any idea what Sasha's outburst was about.

"Oh please," she scoffed, "don't pretend you're innocent, you know what you did." Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sasha knew she was causing a scene, but she was beyond the point of tipsy to care.

"Honestly, I don't know," Katharyn said, even more puzzled than before. Was there something she'd done to make Sasha so angry like this?

"You don't remember?" Sasha questioned, mockingly, "let me remind you then. Remember telling Mike a certain something? Something that you swore not to tell anyone? Does that ring a bell?"

Realisation hit Katharyn. Sasha's secret. But why was she accusing her of telling Mike that? She'd sworn not to tell anyone, not even John. "You mean…that? I swear I told no one, not even Mike!"

"Sasha, you need to calm down a bit," John intervened, squeezing his girlfriends hand in support, "thanks for coming to my party and all, but I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Although he was confused about what was going on between Sasha and Katharyn, he didn't want unnecessary drama to ruin his belated birthday night.

"I am not drunk," Sasha argued, "I just want to know why your rat of a girlfriend went around telling everyone! I trusted you Katharyn, and says a lot because I don't trust people easily."

"Honestly, Sasha; I have no idea what you're talking about!" Katharyn protested gently, not wanting to cause a scene in the club.

"Really? Then why did I hear about you two talking backstage that other day? I bet you were telling him all about it, rat!" spat Sasha furiously.

"We were discussing plans for John's birthday party," answered Katharyn, looking rather worried. Who could've told Mike and caused Sasha to think that it was she who blabbed to Mike?

Over at the bar, Mike Mizanin and Ted DiBiase were drinking Budweiser's, watching the commotion going on between the two Divas. "Dude, she's totally talking about you," Ted teased Mike, knowing that his friend had somewhat of a school boy crush on Raw's latest acquisition.

"Yeah, whatever," the Awesome One mumbled into his beer and went back to people-watching in the crowded Wichita nightclub. Sweaty bodies were grinding on the dance floor, people were making out in random booths and for once, Mike didn't care to be a part of the action.

"What's wrong with you?" Ted questioned his unusually quiet friend, "there's one hot chick arguing with another hot chick about you! Normally you'd be all over that situation."

"Sasha's one situation I don't want to get involved with," he replied disheartened, Maryse's words from a few nights were still ringing clear in his head 'maybe you should think about what her dad might do if he thinks that you're not good enough for his only daughter'. That phrase alone was enough to make Mike question if he was good enough for Sasha. Something he had never done before was question if he was good enough, normally if he wanted the girl, he got her. He was the Chick Magnet, The Grand Mizard of Lust; Mike Mizanin was always good enough for a girl.

Ted stared at Mike with disbelief, "uh, say what? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" he laughed.

"Ted I'm serious," Mike said, clearly not finding it as funny as Ted did, "Sasha's awesome and totally sexy, but she's too complicated."

"Bro, the whole female population is complicated, they practically invented the word," Ted explained, finding it weird that he was giving Mike advice on girls; usually it was the other way around, "just go talk to her," he said, pushing Mike off the bar stool and in Sasha's direction.

Mike walked nervously towards Sasha, not knowing what he was going to say. How could he bring up the fact that he knew her dad was involved with the Mafia? It wasn't the usual type of conversation he had with girls, or with anyone for that matter. But before he could over think what he was going to do, Mike saw Sasha being joined by Zack Ryder, who was apologising profusely to Katharyn and John. He watched with envy as Zack led her out of the nightclub and onto the bust street, hailing a cab. Sighing, Mike turned and went back over to Ted, who was chatting with Tiffany. That was just what he needed, someone who was the complete opposite of Sasha to take his mind off the dark haired, exotic beauty.

John waited until both Sasha and Zack were out of earshot before questioning his girlfriend about the altercation that had just occurred. "What was going on, love?" questioned John curiously.

Katharyn sighed, knowing that John's questions were coming, "I don't know what she was blaming me for and why she was blaming me for it," she admitted, "but I understand why Sasha was a bit worked up..." she trailed off, not willing to tell John anything else. It was obvious that someone had told Miz about Sasha's dad's involvement with the Mafia, but who? The only other person who knew about Sasha's secret was Maryse, but she was Sasha's best friend so it was highly unlikely that she would have told Mike. Besides, the two of them didn't really like each other after their break-up, so what reason would Maryse have to tell Mike Sasha's secret?

"Is there something behind what she was accusing you of doing?" John prompted, wanting to know the full story.

"I really can't tell you, John. I promised Sasha not to tell anyone," Katharyn said sadly. She knew John would understand and wouldn't push her to tell him anything she didn't feel she could. She only hoped that Sasha could comprehend that it wasn't her who told Mike about her dad.

"It doesn't make sense that she'd accuse you of all people, though," John wasn't too happy at the fact that someone was falsely accusing his girlfriend of doing something she'd never do, whatever it was. Katharyn was never the type to stir up any trouble with others.

"The question I'm wondering is why she's doing so," murmured Katharyn, wondering who or what could be behind all this drama.

Meanwhile, outside of the club, Zack was ushering a drunken Sasha into the first cab that pulled over and instructed the driver to take them to the motel where the Superstars and Divas were staying. Zack had noticed Sasha confronting Katharyn heatedly, and decided to save her all the embarrassment of being kicked out of the high profile nightclub. He didn't know what Sasha was yelling at Katharyn about, but he figured he would find out sooner or later. He glanced over at Sasha, who was drawing random shapes on his jeaned leg with her index finger, and worried, knowing that somewhere, drowned under all the alcohol, something was troubling her.

Zack paid the fare and waited while Sasha stumbled out of the cab, grabbing his hand tightly as if she would fall without his support. He helped her through the lobby of the motel, in and out of the elevator and into the room she shared with Maryse. "You're so cute," she giggled as he sat her on one of the beds in the small room.

"And you're so drunk," he teased, taking off her six inch black patent leather heels.

"Zack," she chided, "don't you think I'm cute too?" Zack looked at her, into her wide chocolate eyes.

"I think you're very cute," he said softly, truthfully, "but also very drunk." As he went to get off the bed, her small hand pulled him back by the arm.

"Don't you want me?" she pouted, confused at why he was walking away from her.

Zack raked his eyes over her, taking in the strapless, low-cut tight electric blue dress; which showed an impressive amount of cleavage, her stylishly messy chestnut hair, her deep red lips and her dark, smoky eyes. Of course he wanted her, any man who didn't was crazy, "yes," he replied, his voice full of lust, but his commonsense took over what his body desperately wanted, needed even, "no," he said, conflicted, "not like this."

He couldn't take advantage of her drunken state; he knew somehow, that many guys had. He thought back to the night she told him about her teenage life which consisted of drinking and sex. He didn't want to be just another hook up to her, Zack wanted to be something more. "Well stay with me then?" she asked innocently, dragging him from his thoughts.

"Obviously," he smiled sitting down on the armchair situated in the room. Even though the bed would be more comfy, he didn't know if he could've resisted the temptation of being that close to her after what had just occurred.

The next morning when Sasha awoke with a splitting headache, she realised that Zack was still sleeping uncomfortably in the armchair. She smiled, no guy had ever stayed with her like that, except for her dad when she was a little girl who had just had a nightmare or was too scared to sleep because of the monster under the bed. Sasha slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom to search for some 'anti-hangover' pills, but not before stopping to give Zack a soft kiss on the cheek, her way of showing she appreciated what he had done for her. She saw a slight smile grace his lips before she walked away towards the bathroom.

Author's Note: So the amount of reviews for this story have been slowly declining, but it's still been getting a ton of hits etc. To give you all an incentive to review, each person who gives an insightful, critical review highlighting what they like and where I can improve, will receive a review from me on one of their stories. After all, reviews make the writing world go round :D