Eve slammed down the stupid telephone that was placed over the night stand of the hotel bedroom she just spend the night in with so much impetus that for a second she was sure that she broke it.
After some observation, she saw that the phone wasn't even damaged and she lamented it because in some weird kind of way she wanted to take out her frustration against it and slamming it down once didn't do the trick.
Wanting to break it was juvenile, she knew it; but it was just that she was annoyed and annoyance wasn't an attribute that suited her well and if she didn't find release soon, the insipid little thing was going to suffer the consequences.
Breathing in, the Diva stared at the phone, hating it for the news it bore her.
"It's okay… this is nothing." She said to herself while fixing her hair with her perfect manicured fingers. And it was really nothing, she has lived through worse things than having to share a room with the biggest jerk there ever was and she was sure she could pull through just fine.
It was just a week… just five more PR days to go and one traveling day, right?
Argh, but it wasn't supposed to be that way. How could things be right when she just slept over the very hard surface of a box spring with only a comforter to ease the discomfort? And all that because management couldn't get them separate rooms… that and because of CM Punk…
She took a moment to draw in a deep breath while she rested her head against the back of the wall. Her eyes remained on the phone, juvenile or not, she kind of wanted to smash it to pieces…
That morning upon waking up, the first thing she did was dial the WWE headquarters so they could fix the issue with the room. But as it turned out, six in the morning in Beijing time meant six in the afternoon in USA so there was no one that could help her in the office.
Without losing hope, she contacted their road agent and that's when she got feed up. According to him, management couldn't have made that mistake and if they put them in the same room, then they should stay in the same room.
At her chuckle of disbelief, she was also told that she should stop the drama. Weren't they two adults that could handle sharing a room without making an issue out of it? He has asked and biting down the urge of screaming in frustration, she thanked him for nothing and hung up.
True, by telling him that and in the way she told him, she would probably get some heat; but by then she was used to it so it was no big issue for her. Nope, not at all, as of late the heat she could generate backstage equaled the one she would get while performing in front of a crowd and she tried to deal with it as best as she could, by embracing it and making it part of the new her.
Oh, and the new Eve was above the things others could say or think about her. Things that for the most part were untrue, of course.
But anyways, the conversation with the road agent has been a few minutes ago and now she was there trying to calm down so she could walk out of the room to start her day.
Running her fingers thought her long silky hair; the Latina pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue and put her legs into motion. That way and holding her head up high, she opened the door and stepped out.
The first thing she noticed was that Punk wasn't in the mattress and she rolled her eyes; leave it to him to fight over the stupid thing just so he wouldn't use it.
Ah, but that night he wasn't going to use it at all, of that she was going to make sure.
Pursing her lips petulantly, Eve looked around the room and noticed that Punk wasn't even in the room. Now, if she was lucky, he decided to take the first flight back home and she would end the rest of the tour on her own.
That was the best that could happen to her; unfortunately, she could see that his bags were still there so chances were that he went down to the gym or something.
She has been in the business for a while and she knew that most of the guys favored an early work out instead of waiting to find a gym on the road.
At least the always popular John did…
Shrugging the bitter thought of said man out of her mind, Eve grabbed for one of her bags and headed into the bathroom. The first thing she did was make sure that it was empty and then she brushed her teeth.
When that was done, she turned on the shower to get in.
She was going to skip the gym that morning, she wasn't in the mood of running into the current champ down there and she decided to get ready instead. After all they had some media appearances to do later on and she wanted to take a walk through the gardens of the hotel before leaving.
Who knew? Maybe she could even venture out to the street to get sucked into the culture.
That would be good, she loved visiting foreign countries and CM Punk wasn't going to spoil this trip for her.
True, last night he got the upper hand on her but she'll be damned if she would let him get the best of her for a second time. Oh no, he was very wrong if he really thought that she gave up so easily. Maybe he knocked her down on the first round… but if there was something to be known about her was that she always, always bounced back.
Pulling off her shirt over her head and then proceeding to take off the rest of her clothes, the WWE Diva pulled the shower door open and then stopped.
The water was warm like she liked it, but she didn't want to wet her hair so instead of entering, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body.
She had an elastic band somewhere in her other bag and she was going to get it to tie her hair in a bun.
With that in mind, she pulled the door of the bathroom open and made for a quick exit; she wanted to hurry in case that Punk came back while she was almost naked and roaming around the room.
But, as soon as she stepped out she collided against something hard and before she knew it, she was falling down, right on top of it… or him.
"What the fuck?" Punk groaned as his head hit the floor with a loud thud. For a moment he was lost and the only thing that he registered in his brain was that there was hair all over him.
Gasping and realizing that she was laying over a very shirtless and sweaty Punk while nothing but a thin towel covered her nakedness, Eve tried to get up.
She placed the palm of her hands over his chest to use him as a lever but her hand slipped and she stumbled over his once again.
God, ewwww… now she was covered with his sweat.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The Chicago native asked. With the fall, the headphones of his iPod had slipped off his ears and now that Eve pulled a bit away, he realized that she was the dead weight pressing over him.
But he was still a bit lost because it all happened too quickly, he just came back from an early run and when he was walking into the room to take a shower she threw herself to him.
"Are you naked?" He asked as Eve lifted herself from him and for some reason, his hand came to rest on her lower back. Nope, not naked.
"Get your hands off of me, you pervert." She almost shrieked and Punk just had to make a double take.
"Oh I'm the pervert? You are the one all over me!" He said without taking his eyes away from her.
By now she was successfully getting up to her feet and from his place on the floor he saw her holding her towel to her chest as if her life depended on it. Once up, she sent his way a look that could kill and with a grunt, she turned around and got into the bathroom.
Blinking, he pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue and then shook his head; he could still smell the sweet aroma of her hair all over him and he wanted to shake the scent away.
It was impossible so he ran his hand down his face and sat up.
"What the fuck was that?" With the question dancing in his mind, he blew out a breath, thinking that in five days, everything would be over…
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If there was something in the whole wide world that CM Punk hated more than listening to overrated rock bands playing within his hearing ratio, it was waiting. He really, really hated it with a passion and as he sat there, waiting for Eve to get out of the bathroom, he could sense whatever trace of civility he has tried to maintain towards her during the entire day quickly fading away.
"Come on Eve, I don't have all night to wait for you!" He yelled from his place over the sofa and when he got no response, he blew out a breath.
Not that he has been expecting a reply from her, the damn woman has been giving him the cold shoulder ever since their little 'accident' that morning and she hadn't even talked to him to tell him how much of an ass she thought he was.
They had spent the entire day together doing media appearances, working one of those meet and greet with fans that he disliked almost as much as he disliked waiting and they even went through an excruciatingly painful and very awkward lunch together; but not even once did they talk to each other.
That was okay with him; ever since he woke up he has been feeling crabby as hell and the less they interact together the better.
He knew that if he talked to her he would end up making things worse than they already were and the last thing he needed was getting into a war zone with a Diva that was known to use vile tactics to win her battles.
Because seriously, everyone in the business knew that ever since her thing with John Cena came to an end, the woman started to show her true colors and no, those colors were not pretty by any means.
So yeah, maybe it was better to keep his distance… especially after what happened that morning.
Tapping his fingers to the armrest of the sofa and throwing his head back, the Straight Edge Superstar closed his eyes and grunted an obscenity. Not even that morning after they collided against each other has Eve taken so long to finish doing whatever she fancied doing in the bathroom and he was losing his patience.
By clock count she has been in there for more than forty-five minutes and the more he waited, the more his bladder resented him.
Getting up to his feet and walking to the door, the Chicago native grabbed for the knob and twisted it. To his surprise, the door was unlocked and thus he ended up opening it.
His first instinct was to close it; after all he has seen the dirty looks she shot his way that morning and he was sure that she believed he has been knocked down on his ass on purpose. Not that it made sense, because the way he saw it, she was the one that threw herself at him while being a step away from being completely naked.
So yeah, accident or not, he didn't want his ears to suffer hearing a pissed off woman bitching about how he was a damn pervert…
But before he could close it, he accidentally took a peek of what was going on inside and what he saw made him feel a surge of annoyance wash over him. Eve wasn't taking a shower and she definitely wasn't sitting on the toilet like he has expected; noooo, she was just standing in front of the mirror while flat ironing her hair…
She was doing her damn hair while his bladder was at breaking point.
Forgetting all about not interacting with her, Punk pushed the door all the way in and then he folded his arms to his chest.
"You have to be fucking kidding me. What the hell are you doing?"
Lifting her head up and locking eyes with him through the mirror, Eve arched an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Don't you know how to knock? And I'm using the bathroom, so why don't you wait outside until I'm done?"
At those first words she spoke to him, Punk chuckled and dropped his arms to the sides; then he blinked a couple of times before lifting his hands once again, but this time he did it to run them through his hair.
"Until you are done? For the love of Jebus woman, I need to fucking pee and with all that hair you are going to finish next year."
Rolling her emerald green eyes and moving her face from him so she could take a look at her reflection, Eve shrugged. "I'm almost done…"
With that said, the Diva kept doing her thing and Punk remained there, at the door watching her.
He didn't know why, but he had the impression that since he told her that he was in a hurry to use the bathroom, Eve started to move slower, thing that of course added more fuel to his rising annoyance.
Clicking his tongue to his cheek, the veteran wrestler squinted his eyes and decided his next move. "You know what, fuck it."
As soon as he said that, he moved from his spot and walked straight towards the toilet, once there he lifted the lid, unzipped his pants and without bothering to turn around to block the view from Eve, he began to relieve himself.
"Oh my God this is so good, it's almost as good as taking a dump. Maybe I'll take one too, that food was a bit too heavy on me. But don't worry, you can stay there and finish your hair; it won't smell like flowers but if you can stand it, I will stand your presence."
"You are so, so disgusting." Eve said in a hiss while taking her things and turning around so she could finally walk out of the bathroom.
Chuckling quietly and very satisfied with the fact that he was able to scare Eve away, Punk finished up and flushed the toilet; but just because he knew that women hated that, he left the lid up and then went to take a quick shower.
Once that was done, he left his discarded clothes lying on the floor along with his towel, he took the tooth paste and smeared some of it all over the faucet and he also made sure to take the toilet paper with him and out of the bathroom.
He did all that to rile her up, knowing that when she walked back into that bathroom to finish up her beauty rituals, she would get mad.
With his lips curving into a malicious smile and wearing a fresh change of clothes, Punk walked straight into the bedroom only to find that Eve was already there.
She was sitting over the bed while taking some clothes out of her suitcase and at the knowledge that they would probably end up fighting for the bed, he snarled his lips.
He wasn't in the mood of another battle, what he was was tired.
"Okay, I'll make this one easy tonight; we'll play rock, papers and scissors, the one who wins two out of three gets the bed."
Of course, if she won he was leaving her the bed, not the mattress; but he had a fifty-fifty chance of winning without cheating and he better try that one first.
"I'm not going to fight over this, we can share."
Doing a double take and leering from side to side, Punk frowned. "We can what?"
Taking in a deep breath, Eve got to her feet and walked to him. She moved with the ease of a wild cat, sliding swiftly on bare feet until she was standing right in front of him.
"We can share if you want to… I mean that's a big bed." She purred, eyeing him down in a way that screamed nothing but trouble.
Blinking rapidly and feeling a little lost, Punk remembered Colt's words and the rumors about Eve and Cena that ran from mouth to mouth all over the locker room; apparently those two had a torrid romance that ended up costing the man a divorce.
But not only that, because more than a few would swear on their own mothers' health that getting into Eve's pants was easier than getting a crowd to boo you by dissing their hometown football team and because of that, there were many of the guys that had done her.
Chris Master, Cryme Time, Ryder, Laurinaitis… and of course, Cena.
So no, he wasn't going to fall for her tricks, even if she was getting every time more nearer while her hands moved up to rest over his chest, no… he wasn't going to fall for that, he was going to take a stand for all the men in the world and just say fuck no.
On her part, Eve couldn't help but to smirk while looking into the eyes of the man standing between herself and the open door. Like all men of his kind, Punk went completely mute when she got close to him; his usually cutting words and his smart ass persona completely disappeared with only the suggestion that she could get amicable with him.
Not that she was going to do that, she wasn't that crazy nor was she desperate. But she has seen the look he gave to her that morning when she ran into him before falling all over him and now she decided to play with it…
The idea just came to her, she just hoped it worked.
Sure, what she was planning to do was not going to help the image people had on her any better, but if they thought that she was nothing but a slut, then she was going to give them… well, him, a bit of fuel... but just a little.
"Okay, what are you doing?" He asked at last and her grin got even bigger.
"Hmmm?" She mumbled while running her tongue over her lips, getting even closer and moving her hands along his chest.
To that he didn't say or do anything, he just looked down at her an arched an eyebrow.
Thinking that she has dragged the moment for far too long, the Diva rose to her tip toes, giving him the impression that she was going to kiss him right on the lips. But before she could even do such a ridiculous thing, he grabbed her by the arms and held her still.
"I don't think so," He said, but he made no movement to push her off either.
Not letting her smirk fade away, Eve moved her hand up to the back of his head and pulled him to her.
It was easy, his face lowered into hers and when it was so close that she could almost taste the breath out of his mouth, she lowered her hand back to his chest and gathering all the strength she had in her, she pushed him as hard as she could.
At her effort, Punk stumbled backwards and before he could recuperate, Eve slammed the door on his face and locked it.
For a moment, all that was heard from both sides was complete silence and feeling her heart beating hard inside her chest, she closed her eyes and rested her back to the door.
"You are crazy…" She mumbled to herself, her hands going up to her hair. Yeah, crazy but at least she was sleeping in the bed that night.
"So you want to play like that, uh? Alright…" Punk said finally, but after that there was only silence and she wondered if he walked away from the door.
But soon after, she heard another door getting open and then slamming shut and without having to look she knew he just walked out of the room.
Blowing out a breath and then smiling weakly, the Denver native moved away from the door and walked to the bed; once there she threw her frame over the bed and closed her eyes.
Tonight she has won, that was true, but there was always tomorrow and she could sense that after that little number she pulled on him, Punk wasn't very happy…
Not that it mattered, whatever he could throw at her she was going to prevail. Hadn't she always?
With that thought running through her mind, she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, for the next day was going to be a long one…