Two updates in less than 24 hours… it's too much, I know; but like I said before, I wasn't entirely happy with the last one and well, after going to the Raw house show in Puerto Rico and seeing both Eve and John live (Eve was awesome cutting a heel promo, and in Spanish! Haha) I felt like I needed to fix the thing that I didn't like. Anyway, let's just say that Eve's recent tweet about how her mind wouldn't turn off and her wakeup call was in 45 minutes put me to think. I just thought it was perfect for the story and trust me, if this would have been narrated in her POV, I would have written forever! But it's not, so I'll try to do what I can to let you all know about what's really on her mind. Once again, thanks for the amazing reviews and enjoy, I hope ;)
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He thought that he wasn't going to make it, that his weak mind was going to betray his crumbling resolution and that he was going to end up knocking on Eve's door in the middle of the night so he could tell her that he was going to give her whatever it was that she wanted.
She wanted to be her fuck buddy? Deal, he could live with that, as long as he could have her in some way or another, it shouldn't really matter the nature of their relationship.
Who cared that her new way of behaving didn't go at all with the way he liked to live his life? Who cared? After all he was a hundred percent sure that with time he could turn her around so she could be the Eve he once knew.
Yeah… if there was someone who could bring back the Eve that liked to smile, the Eve that was down to earth and the Eve who's joyous nature was infectious, it was him. After all there was no denying that in some way or another, he had an effect on the pretty Diva and that whether she liked to admit it or not, she was as drawn to him as he was to her.
But all those thoughts would die the moment he got to his feet, walked to the door and grabbed the handle to head out; and instead of thinking on the ways he could change her, his mind would go back in time to the things she has done.
She played with him. Hell, she was playing with everyone around and if he wasn't careful, she was going to end up breaking his heart.
He knew it, the effect she had on him was unbelievable and he couldn't put his heart on a silver plate so she could devour it. No… it was already bad as it was so imagine the things she could end up making him feel if he gave her complete power over him.
She would destroy him… believable or not, if he would have ended up walking to her room, the end of John Cena was going to be a her…
So yeah, the struggle has been bad; it deprived him of the little sleep he could have gotten before leaving to the airport and now, several hours later, the combination of not sleeping and traveling in a weaken state of mind back to the States so he could work on yet another House Show was having a big toll on him.
He was mentally exhausted, his body needed some rest urgently and if he didn't catch a break, he was going to end up making a fiasco of an appearance on Raw.
Lowering his eyes to the empty glass resting on top of the bar, the blued eyed former champion took in a deep breath and after three long seconds, he so very slowly let it escape through his mouth. Yeah… he needed to rest and he needed it now.
He kind of wished Maurice was there, that way the only thing he had to do was get on his tour bus and trust the man to get him safely to the next arena.
"Hey Bro."
The sound of those words made John straighten his back and his eyes automatically darted forward, watching with something close to amazement as none other than Zack Ryder sat in the stool besides him and smiled.
"Hey," He said tentatively, wondering the reason why the man was talking to him.
They hadn't talked since the night he was caught kissing Eve on national television and well, the reason was obvious.
"Did you hear I'm having a match at WrestleMania? It's not a one on one match but it's better than sitting at home watching through a TV, right?"
"Yeah, yeah… I think it's great. Are you cleared to get back on the ring?" He asked, feeling very awkward and out of place.
"You know it; and I'm going to fist pump everyone in Team Johny and right on the face."
"Good… good."
"I talked to Eve too."
To that John said nothing; he just watched the younger man sip on his beer as a weird feeling settled right in the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah. She kissed me and said we were going on a date, but she played me bro, again. She never showed up."
Remembering that night and very aware that while Zack was waiting anxiously for his date with her, Eve has been naked and in his bed, John clenched his teeth and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I saw. Sorry about that." He hissed, wishing he had some Whiskey left in his glass so he could drink it in that moment.
"It's okay, she's a hoeski anyway. Look, I just wanted to come by and tell you that I don't blame you for kissing her that night; I mean I did… for a long time, but when she kissed me that night I understood that there was no way any man could resist those sweet lips so yeah, I don't blame you."
Once again, John said nothing; he just looked around, scanning the place and trying to plan a way out. True, the man he had in front of him has been a very good friend once, but a lot of things had changed since their fallout and he didn't think he could act as if everything was alright all of a sudden.
"I don't know how you turned her down back in the ring, I mean if she came through that door right now and kissed me again, I would do whatever she wants me to do."
"No, I don't think you would." John said at last, thinking that if something like that happened right in front of him, he would have no choice than to punch the man right in the face.
He wouldn't necessarily enjoy it, but he wasn't in a phase where he could watch Eve kiss another man without being affected by that. Especially if he knew she was doing it to get back to him.
"Yes I would! I mean have you seen her lately, she's so hot it's sick! Everything about her is perfect; her eyes, her hair, her… everything…" After saying that, the Long Island resident blew out a breath and looked away. "Anyway, I have to go and you know, do stuff…" After saying that, Zack got to his feet and without looking back, he left.
Watching Zack go, John pouted his lips and blinking his eyes slowly, he turned around and asked the bartender to bill the two glasses of Jack Daniels he just got to his room.
After that he decided that he needed some fresh air and instead of heading towards his room, he went straight into the parking lot.
To his surprise, there was a small crowd of what appeared to be fans out there and by the look of things, they weren't too happy.
Ah, and not only that, in the middle of that crowd were two persons he knew very well. Mike The Miz and Eve.
Tilting his head to the side, John observed with morbid curiosity that Mike was in a back and forth argument with two of the fans and that Eve was just standing there, hair straightened out and falling perfectly down her back, hands settled firmly on her hips and her full lips twisted in a mocking grin as she looked at Mike getting into a yelling match with the crowd.
Now, he didn't know why those two were together, he didn't know why they were in the middle of that crowd and he definitely didn't know why security hadn't gone out there to break things out. The only thing that he knew was that somebody needed to go out there and put some order before things could get out of hand.
Sure, he couldn't say that he liked Mike because their history was well documented, but out of experience he knew that fans could get heated up very easily and the younger wrestler was outnumbered one to ten.
It didn't help matters that the crowd was getting rowdier and knowing Mike's ability to piss people off, he knew things could only get uglier.
Blowing out a breath and seeing in his mind how the dirt sheets were going to have a feast on this one, Cena walked down the stairs and with the calmness of those who didn't want to do a thing but somehow felt obliged to do it, he started to walk towards the crowd.
That's when things started to turn from bad to ugly.
As he walked, he saw that one of the men reached towards Eve and touched her hair; soon after that the Colorado native slapped his hand away and confronted him.
"Don't touch me."
Laughing, the man looked at his companions and then back at her. "I'll touch you whenever I want to, you fucking slut."
With that said, he reached forward again, only that instead of touching her hair he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him.
"Hey, hey!" Mike yelled, shoving the man away. And that was when another one of the men moved forward and shoved Mike back.
Quickening his steps and his eyes focused on Eve and the way the man was still grabbing her, John made it to the spot she was and without thinking it twice, he pushed the man so hard that he fell back. "What the fuck is your problem?" He asked to that man in particular and watching as he crawled back into the small crowd, he had to resist the urge of kicking him in the ribs over and over again.
"Relax man," Another one said, "We were just leaving."
"Well you better, before I call security on you." At his tone, the group started to disperse and once they were hallway gone, he turned around and grabbed Mike by the shirt.
"And what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you out of your damn mind? Next time I'll let them beat some sense into you, because God knows you need it!" Not giving Mike a chance to respond, John turned around, his intention checking on Eve.
The only problem was that she wasn't there and in a moment of blind panic, he imagined the guy he pushed away grabbing her when he wasn't looking and taking her away.
But before his imagination could continue running, he saw her hurrying back into the hotel and clenching his jaw, he followed her.
He caught up with her when she was desperately pressing the buttons of the elevator and not caring if there was someone looking; he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the emergency stairs.
"Let me go!" She hissed, trying to sneak away. But the more she struggled the harder John would hold her and it wasn't until he made it to his floor and opened the door to his room that he let go of her.
Pushing her inside, John kicked the door closed and walked to her. "See, did you see where acting this way got you?"
"Leave me alone." She hissed, trying to push past him to leave.
But John was not giving up; after witnessing the incident down in the parking, he was seeing red and because he was unable to take his ire on the man who grabbed her, he was taking it on her.
Not that he was going to hurt her like he wanted to hurt than man, but this was the moment he needed to use to open her eyes once and for all because honestly, the road she was taking was leading her nowhere good.
It didn't matter that they would never be, but he still cared about her and if he could save her from her own demons, he would.
With that in mind, he grabbed her by the chin and forced her face to him, then through clenched teeth, he began to speak again.
"Do you have any idea of the things that man could have done to you? Do you?" God, if he wouldn't have walked to the parking lot in time, that man could have easily taken her away to do God knew what kind of things to her.
Because let's face it, as much as Mike tried to prevent it, he wouldn't have been capable of stopping anything if the other men decided to grab him.
"And what do you care?" Eve said defiantly, standing up against him as her eyes dug critically into his.
"I care, and I care a lot." John hissed, returning her heated stare.
Snorting bitterly, Eve shook her head and said nothing.
"Jesus, Eve; don't you see that this image you created around yourself only fuels men like that to come and hurt you."
"Oh really? Well it's funny that you are so concerned about me now, but if you take a second to think back on things, I didn't create this image, you did."
At her words and at the way Eve was looking at him, John furrowed his brows. "That's not true."
"Of course it is John; if they call me hoesky and a skank is because you made them do it! You put the words in their mouth and now they can't seem to stop them."
Blinking slowly, Cena remembered that fateful night when he overhead Eve telling the Bella twins about her plans of playing him. Yeah, he said some nasty things about her and right in front of everybody and he wasn't proud of that, but at the same time she had that coming and then more.
"Oh, you mean that. Well, you should have thought about your precious reputation before you decided to play me, Zack and God knows how many men at the same time."
Snarling her lips, Eve tried to kick him; but before she could, he swirled her around and pressed her hard against the door, trapping her legs between his and securing her hands right above her head.
"Ah but I forgot; you did all this because you were seeking attention. What do I know; maybe this is the kind of attention you enjoy. You like men to fall at your feet, don't you? Well that isn't going to end well for you."
After saying that, he grabbed both her wrists with one hand and the other one he used it to grabbed her right breast roughly.
He didn't know why he did it, because he definitely didn't have in mind to succumb once again into his most primitive desires; but maybe it was just that he wanted to show her what she was provoking… or maybe it was the alcohol in him clouding his judgment.
"Let go of me John." She said in a warning.
"Why? Isn't this what you wanted, I mean last night you even gave me the key to your room and we both know you didn't plan on playing dominoes with me while in bed."
Blinking and swallowing hard, Eve bit on her lips. "That was last night, tonight I want you to let me go."
Sliding his hand down to her waist and then lower so he could unzip, unbutton and then slide her jeans down her legs, John clenched his teeth. "What if I don't? This is the only thing you want from me right? Well maybe tonight I'll give it to you."
Before Eve could react, John pressed even harder against her and forced his lips on hers. Now, the kiss wasn't tender or anything of the like, it was rough and punishing, his tongue invading her mouth without mercy until she pulled away breathless.
Sucking in a breath, Eve closed her eyes as tight as she could and shocking John into freezing in the spot, she chocked in a sob.
For an excruciating second, all John could do was watch her, but when her lips began to tremble and another sob escaped her lips, he reacted by moving both his hands to her face and pressing his forehead against hers.
He didn't want her to cry… that was the last thing in the world he wanted. "It's okay… I won't do anything… just don't cry." He mumbled, kissing her closed eyelids as his hands moved into her hair.
But she still cried, and whether she was faking it or not, John couldn't help but to feel awful about it.
"Shhh, it's okay." Trying to soothe her, he moved her from the door and placed her on the bed.
For a while he just held her, and it was only when her body stopped rocking and her cries subsided that he pulled away to look at her in face.
"That is not what I want from you, John. I don't want to be woman you just go and call when you want to get off." She said in a whisper, wiping at her eyes and blinking rapidly.
"I don't want you to be just that. Eve, you know this… I've told you time after time."
"No John, what you told me was that the only thing you ever wanted from me was getting in my pants."
"I never said that." Snorting in disbelief, John shook his head. Why would she say that? Because as far as he could remember what he has told her was that he wanted everything from her.
Looking up through her liquid eyes, Eve breathed out. "You said it, I remember it very clearly and that's what I was offering you, what you wanted."
Swallowing hard, John shook his head. He couldn't recall saying that, but he could have said it… "I say a lot of things when I'm mad, but I don't necessarily mean them all."
Not saying a thing, Eve hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes.
"Look," He said, moving closer and placing a hand to her cheek. "Let's forget about everything and let's start anew. Let the past stay in the past…"
Before he could finish, Eve shook her head. "I think it's too late for that."
Refusing to think that it was too late, John pulled her to him and kissed her temples. "It's never too late, never. Just tell me what you really, really want and it's done."
Breathing in, Eve rested her face to his shoulder and wrapped her arms to his middle. "I just want… I just want to put my mind in blank and stop thinking about everything."
Now, that wasn't exactly the answer he wanted, but it was better than most of the things she could have said. "Then let's help you do that."
After saying that, he lay down over the mattress and dragged her down with him; making her rest over his chest as he circled her waist with one arm.
True, it wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but not minding much, he buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes.
For a few minutes he just breathed on her scent while feeling the warmness of her body being absorbed by him. He liked it, the way she felt, the way her hair felt under his nose and the way her body relaxed against him.
He could get used to it… that was how he started to doze off… holding her close and hoping that when morning came, she would be there with him…