CM Punk was a hundred percent sure that not many people in the world would understand how tiresome traveling really was. And when he said traveling he meant the constant act of taking flight after flight, week in and week out… always moving from one place to another, going through customs… red-eyes, crappy seats, taking off, landing down…

In his mind all that was a real pain in the ass and he hated it; no, he loathed it with passion and after spending more than twelve hours sitting on a plane he was in no mood for anyone.

That was the reason why when the lady behind the front desk at the hotel they were going to stay in Beijing handed him the key to his room while smiling her big smile, he just arched an eyebrow and looked at her through eyes of steel.

"Where is the other key? We have two rooms." He said almost in a groan; half his mind trying to remind him that there was no reason for him to act like an ass with the woman just because he was feeling crabby.

But that was only half his brain, the reasonable part of it. The other part, the one that always dictated his actions was telling him that he could act however he wanted to and that if talking to the woman like that could alleviate his rotten mood then he should do it. After all, he needed to exhale his animosity one way or another.

"No, we only have one room checked for you, sir." The woman responded in her heavy accent, her smile never faltering.

Taking in a deep breath and listening to the nice part of his brain that he seldom used, the Straight Edge Superstar pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue and then looked down on the hotel employee.

"Look… just check again because I'm sure there's another room booked. Maybe it's under the name Eve Torres."

For a minute or so, the woman checked on her computer and then went back to looking at him. "I'm sorry; there's just one room. It's a junior suite with a lovely view and it's already paid for."

"This is just fucking great." He mumbled bitterly under his breath as he ran the palm of his hand down his face.

This was really what he needed to fuck his day even more. Sure, why don't throw him all the bad things now that he was really in the worse of moods? And really, after waking at four o'clock in the morning a Wednesday morning to take a flight to LA just so he could take another plane headed to Beijing and arriving at four in the afternoon on Thursday, he was in the worse mood ever.

Not only that, he was tired as hell. He hadn't been able to sleep on the plane and as if that wasn't enough, when they landed they had a media frenzy to attend to. That meant interviews, pictures, fake smiles, hidden yawns and a light dinner that tasted like crap. Everything was just too much and now that the clock was reading 7:09pm Beijing time, all he wanted to do was take a quick shower and hit the bed like never before.

"How much for another room?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"For each night it would be six hundred and forty-nine dollars plus taxes."

"What? Fuck that." He said taking the room key-card from the counter and turning around.

Was the woman crazy? He wasn't going to pay more than three thousand dollars for a hotel room; fuck no! He was just going to wait until he could call someone back in USA; over there they could make the arrangements and more importantly, cover the expenses for another room because he as hell wasn't going to put the money from his bank account.

Sure, he had the money but he wasn't going to spend it just because someone in the office forgot to book them another room; besides he was cheap and six hundred dollars per night was really ridiculous for a room.

Grumbling under his breath and feeling the weight of his tiredness fall heavy on him, Punk walked to the spot where the woman he would have to share a room with for the night was sitting in all the comforts of her stupid ass and quirked his lips.

"Office screwed up, we only have one room." With that said, he took his bags and without sparing the woman a glance, he started to walk towards the elevator.

"What do you mean one room?" She asked and at the sound of her voice he rolled his eyes.

He didn't know what it was, but there was something about her that rubbed him the wrong way and that she was the one he was stuck with only made his mood sour.

That was almost irrational and he knew it; after all it wasn't like she has done something to him. Hell, for the duration of their flight and then dinner she hadn't directly talked to him and going back to their regular schedules, they rarely talked even though they worked together.

So no, there wasn't a concrete reason for him not to like her, he just didn't and that was all.

Blowing out a breath and pressing the button for the elevator to come, Punk tilted his head to the side and saw that Eve was standing right beside him, her two rolling suitcases secured in her hands and a carry-on bag hanging from her shoulder.

"What part of it you didn't understand?" He asked in a dry tone as he went back to looking at the metallic doors in front of him. "The office, as in the company we worked for aka the WWE, only booked one room for us; so now us, as in you and I, will have to share the room until this gets fixed."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the way Eve opened her mouth as if to reply and then clasped it back shut. After that, she chuckled un-amusedly and placing a hand to her waist she shook her head no.

"I'm not going to share a room with you." She said petulantly, plain and simple.

"Fine, then stay here at the lobby and I'll take the room. Oh and while you are at it, you could always call USA so they could get you a room, or if you want you can pay for your own room."

"No, no, no, I don't think so." She said in the bitchiest tone he has heard from anyone in a long time and then she yanked from his hand the card-key. "I'll take the bed and you'll sleep on the floor."

"The fuck I will! Are you crazy?" The self-proclaimed best in the World replied with a snort as the elevator's doors slid open. Before stepping in, he eyed the former Divas champion down. "I'm not sleeping in the damn floor."

On her part, the fiery Latina didn't seem bothered by his outburst and returning the stare with one of her own, she arched an eyebrow. "Well, you are not sleeping in the bed with me." With that said, she got into the elevator as well and Punk pressed the button to their floor.

"Trust me, I have no interest in sleeping anywhere near you; in fact, I'll rather stab my eye with a fork than sharing my sleeping accommodations with you."

Shrugging and lifting her chin up, the brunette beauty blinked a few times. "Then the feeling is mutual. But don't worry; I'll let you have the entire floor for yourself."

Humming and looking at her out of the corner of his eye, Punk took notice of her posture. If he had to give an analysis out of her in that moment, he would say that she seemed ready to fight. Not that she was doing anything other than standing straight with her eyes fixed ahead of her; but there was just something… a vibe that emanated from her that was throwing poisonous darts all around her and directly to him.

He was sure that if he did as much as touch her shoulder with the tip of his finger, she would turn around and rip his eyes out of his face without breaking a sweat. Scary but true. It was as if the dislike he had for her was reciprocated and she didn't like him at all.

"Maybe the one sleeping on the floor will be you." He said, stepping out of the elevator once the doors opened to their floor.

"Oh you are such a gentleman." Eve said sarcastically while walking after him; then once they were in front of the room, Punk snapped the key out of her hand so he could open the door.

"Sweetheart, if you were looking for a gentleman then you should have skipped this trip." He replied absentmindedly once the door was opened.

After that he let his bags by the door and turned on the lights, taking a look around and deciding that the room wasn't so bad. It had a small kitchen he wasn't planning on using, a living room and two doors. He assumed that the first door was to the bathroom and the other one to the one and only bedroom.

"I'm going to take a shower." Eve said and headed straight into the bathroom, throwing the door so it would close.

"Yeah, okay; feel free to drown." He yelled while talking off his shoes and socks.

"Feel free to find a nice corner in the kitchen to sleep in." Eve yelled back.

"Bitch." He said out loud, but not loud enough for her to listen. "Let's see who will sleep on the floor."

With that being said, the WWE Champion opened the door to the bedroom and without even bothering to turn on the lights or waiting for Eve to get out of the bathroom so he could also take a shower too, he threw himself on top of the bed and lying on his stomach he closed his eyes.

If Eve wanted to she could take the floor, she could sleep on the tub or at the sofa. He didn't care; all that he cared for was that he was tired and that he was going to sleep in that bed no matter what.

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Sleeping was a guilty pleasure that Punk seldom got to enjoy. He was a chronic insomniac by nature and the noticeable bags under his olive green colored eyes and his always on the edge-cutting personality was the best proof of that.

He slept… sure, everybody did; but his sleeping patterns were so messed up that he rather say that he didn't sleep at all and seriously, it felt like he never did.

For that inconvenience he had his mind to blame, his thinking machine never ceased to work in overload and that was the cause of all his problems.

He was constantly being invaded with nonsense and thoughts in the line of this; what place would he get if he ran the Chicago marathon once again or who would win in a real fight, Hulk or Batman? Or even his most recurrent thought as of late, what would the stipulations be in a match between himself and Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Those kind of thoughts and sometimes a few that seemed more important kept his mind running all the time and there was barely time to put his mind in blank.

It was like this, he was always wearing his brain out and even when laying down in bed with his eyes closed and his breathing even out, his mind would keep rolling and thus he would stay awake all night long. Sure, sometimes he blacked out and dozed off… but he wouldn't call that sleeping because it really wasn't.

Those black outs were more like catnaps, two hours catnaps that were cut in several intervals.

That was how things were for him; not that there was much to do, after all everybody knew that there was no rest for the wicked and that villainy never slept.

Ah, but he knew that going on through the day with barely two heavily interrupted hours of short naps wasn't healthy for his thirty-three years ol' self and he definitely needed to find a way to reach more often that nirvana people liked to call sleep; the sooner, the better.

That was something he was trying to work on; sleeping more, thinking less and dropping the coffee…

Now mind you, he didn't want to stop drinking coffee for all he assholes that said he couldn't be Straight Edge if he drank so much caffeine; no… he wanted to quit it because it tasted like crap, because he didn't own a coffee machine in his house and because he was tired of paying for the most overpriced and overrated coffee in the world, Starbucks.

Shit… now he was wondering if there was a Starbucks in Beijing and if the coffee was any good in that part of the world…

Hugging his tired body to the soft pillow he had dragged across the mattress so it could lay underneath him, Punk sighed tiredly and tried to put his mind blank; thinking that if there was a good time to sleep, it was this.

He was ridiculously tired, all the traveling really wore him out and he would give his right leg to a homeless person just to treat himself with at least five to six hours of sleep. Not that a homeless person would do anything with his leg… but anyway, the thing was that sleeping for so long would be like a taste of heaven.

He would definitely wake up a new person; perhaps even a happy person and after that he would hit the gym to begin his warped up cycle of life anew.

Musing about that and the heavy scheduled he had ahead, little by little he started to drift off, his body finally giving into the most basic of pleasures and his mind giving him a very deserving break so Morpheus could take him in his arms and carry him off into a sweet land where nothing was going to disrupt his peace… where nothing was going to wake him up… where he was going to finally sleep…

"Time's up, get out of the bed. Now."

Blinking his eyes open and staring at the wall in front of him with something that closely resembled hate, the Chicago native known as CM Punk remained motionless where he lay as he heard Eve walking around the room.

Right in that moment he could kill her; well not actually kill her, but yeah… she just moved into the top five persons in the world that he blindly disliked and that she was there sharing the room with him wasn't making him a happy person.

Not that he let her know that; he just closed his eyes once again and didn't move. Yeah, he was almost a hundred percent sure that she wasn't going to let him sleep that night with her constant whining and bitching about wanting the stupid bed, but just because she interrupted him in a very important part of his night that he would probably never reach again, he was determined that she wasn't going to sleep anywhere near the bed.

Even if it meant that neither of them would get much sleep; even if they started World War III among themselves, she just wasn't going to get the bed over him.

"Come on; we already agreed to this so move out." Eve said though clenched teeth and Punk realized that even when talking in calm, her voice just irked him to no end.

Closing his eyes tighter, the Chicago native sprawled all over the mattress so there wasn't room for her to get in and then he began to fake some very loud snoring.

At that Eve grunted; he could even picture her in his head and the image he came up with almost made him want to chuckle.

"I can't believe this." She complained in a pissed off tone. After that she remained quiet, he couldn't even hear her soft footsteps moving around like he did before and he started to wonder if this fight was really going to be so easy.

Was it that she decided to take the sofa or did she storm out in a fury to get another room for herself? Whatever it was he didn't care, he was just glad that she…

"I know you are not sleeping so move."

"I am sleeping so I don't know, why don't you respect my privacy and get out of my room?"

"Your room?" She snorted. "Punk, if this room is anyone's, it's mine."

"No it is not. I called it mine first so sorry; you lose, I win. Now shut up and find you a nice corner anywhere outside my door." With that said, he hugged the pillow tighter to this chest and sighed dreamily. "Mmm," He mumbled exaggeratedly loud. "This bed is so soft… I think I'll stay here forever."

"You know what? You are an asshole."

Puffing out a breath, Punk blinked his eyes open. If he had a nickel for every time someone called him an asshole, he would be swimming in an Olympic pool full of coins. "Yeah, so I've been told… many, many times."

"Just move, okay." Eve replied in exasperation.

"Move to the side? See, I knew you would end up wanting to share the bed with me." He said in a chuckle, aware that his words were only going to irk her even more. "Okay… if you insist." With that said, he moved an inch into the center of the bed while knowing full well that she wasn't going to take the space provided.

"Ha, don't be ridiculous. I don't want to share anything with you; what I want is for you to move out of the bed, out of the room and if it's possible you can even go out to the street and get lost."

"So you rather take the floor, uh? Okay, then shut that nest of snakes you call mouth and let me sleep."

Before Punk could take full joy in messing with the buttons of the WWE Diva, he felt an icy-cold liquid being poured over his head and running down his face.

"What the fuck?" He yelled, his body instinctively jumping out of the bed as his eyes vehemently searched around to find the damn woman.

He found her soon enough, standing at one side of the bed while putting a crystal clear glass over the night stand while flashing him a big fake smile. Then, as he watched her, she climbed on top of the bed and lay down.

For several seconds he just stared down at her; water dripping from his hair, his mood souring with every breath he took and his eyes throwing daggers her way while she turned her back to him and covered up with the comforter.

"Turn off the light when you go out."

Pushing the inside of his lip with the tip of his tongue, the Straight Edge Superstar nodded. It was okay, if she wanted to play like that, then he was going to play like that.

Running his hand through his hair and wiping out the water, Punk walked to the door and turned off the light; but instead of walking out and getting comfortable over the sofa, he walked back to the bed and threw himself over the mattress, right by her side.

At that Eve sat up immediately, and when he slowly but insistently started to push her away and towards the edge of the bed so she would fall, she protested.

"No… what do you think you are you doing?"

Turning around and raising to his knees, the tattooed man squinted his eyes to adjust his sight and when he could distinguish her silhouette sitting in front of him, he spoke. "Nothing yet, but right now I'm going to give you two options, either you get out of this bed by yourself or I'll throw you out. I'll grant you three seconds to decide. One…"

Lifting her face in defiance, Eve clenched her jaw. Even in the darkened room he could see that and most importantly, he could feel the intensity of her eyes menacing to burn the skin out of his bones. "I'm not going to get out so…"

"Fine then," He interrupted her. "Just don't go around saying later on that I didn't give you a good option." With that said, he lifted his hands and placing them against her shoulders he pushed her and almost… almost knocked her down to the floor.

It wasn't a nice thing to do and he knew it, but he wasn't known for doing nice things and on his defense, she was the one that started it all by throwing water over him.

"Hey!" Apparently furious, Eve grabbed herself to his arm and once she regained her balance, she lifted her hand up in the air and charged for his face.

Luckily for him, his eyes were already adjusted to the darkness and before she could hit him, he grabbed her hand in his and held it in place.

"What, are you going to hit me now?" He chuckled with no amusement while feeling a deep sense of annoyance boiling through his veins.

"You are an asshole."

"Yeah, you already said that."

"And I'll say it a million times! Now get out!" She yelled and as he cringed at the noise, she pushed him hard enough to make him fall on his ass… over the mattress of course, but she still made him fall.

Chuckling in mix of amusement and annoyance, the WWE superstar jumped out of the bed and ran a hand down his face. "Fine, you want the room… keep it."

With that said, he gave a hard pull at the mattress, making it slide off the bedframe and directly to the floor. It came down with Eve still on top and as she gasped and fought to maintain her balance, Punk started to drag it across the room and towards the door.

"What do you think you are you doing?" She asked while getting up to her feet over the floor and in a failed attempt to stop him, she grabbed the other side of the mattress and tried to pull it back.

"Now don't be ridiculous, put that down." He said, easily dragging her along.

Probably realizing that she was no match for him when it came to strength vs. strength, the Diva let go and pursed her lips, watching as Punk walked out of the room and placed the mattress in the middle of the living room.

"You are so immature." She said angrily, placing her hands over her hips while standing under the door frame of the bedroom entrance.

Shrugging indifferently, Punk threw himself over the mattress and then smirked, tilting his head to the side so that his olive green colored eyes could fix on her face. So she thought he was immature, nah… she hasn't seen immature from him yet. "I just farted over the blanket, I think I'm gonna let you keep it… but just so you don't say that I don't know how to share."

"No thank you." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"I can also share the bed. I haven't showered since yesterday and I snore and kick in my sleep but I don't think you would mind, would you?"

Shifting her weight to her left foot, Eve eyed him down as if he was the most disgusting thing she has ever seen in her life and shook her head. "I wouldn't share a bed with you even if that was the only one left in the world."

"Is this the time where I feign being hurt by your words? Honey, believe it or not, sharing a bed with you is the last thing I would ever do in my life. I know that will probably ruin your goal of sleeping with all the 'top guys' but such is life."

At his words, the LA resident did a double take and then she blinked her eyes a couple of times. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me-" He said with a shrug as he blinked his eyes very slowly before looking up to the ceiling.

Now, he wasn't sure about what kind of activities she liked to practice backstage or if the rumors about her sleeping around with Cena were true, but at the time it felt like a good thing to say to get on her nerves.

Who cared that it has been a low blow or that she was there standing with her face flushed in anger and eyes blazing furiously.

"You shouldn't talk about things you don't know." She hissed and there was something in her voice that seemed off. Almost as if she was extremely mad and about to get psycho crazy.

That right there made him look up to her, almost waiting for her to jump over him and pull at his hair and demand him to take his words back. But when he looked up, what he saw was that she was just standing there, looking at him with all the intensity of her emerald green eyes.

Right in that moment, he was about to tell her not to blame him for saying something everyone knew and that if she didn't want people to talk about her, then she should have kept her legs closed. But for some reason he didn't say a thing and after a while of locking eyes with an Eve that looked kind of upset, he saw her taking a step back before throwing the door of the bedroom close, leaving him laying down there wondering if maybe he went too far.