Hi, I know it's been a while but life has been too crazy on my end so sorry. Also, on the weeks I was gone, I made my mind up that I was never, ever going to write again. It seemed like a waste of my time, but little did I know that keeping myself from writing was so difficult! My mind kept swirling with ideas, I would stare at my computer with longing while trying to stop myself to stop! Fortunately for my sanity, I decided to keep doing this. What can I say, I love writing; it's my escape and what keeps me sane in such a crazy world so yup, I'm back!

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The first clear thought that ran through CM Punk's mind when he slowly started to crawl out of the deep slumber he has been submerged into was that he overslept. He could feel it in his spirit; in the very few occasions that he was able to sleep in he would always wake up tired, groggy and a hell of a lot less energetic than when waking up in his customary sleep deprived mornings and that morning, he was feeling tired as hell.

It has always been like that for him, the more he slept, the more tired he would wake up. Sure, it didn't make sense to him, but that was the way it was. With three hours of sleep he would wake up with all his senses on edge and ready to take over the world… but sleeping more than five hours straight? That was just too damn exhausting for his mind and body.

"Shit." He mumbled, his voice coming out in a raspy groan while out of instinct he sat up over the bed in a quick movement before running a hand through his untamed hair.

While doing that and letting his still fuzzy olive green eyes to adjust, the tattooed wrestler looked around, thinking that yeah, he definitely overslept. He knew for sure because the room was already illuminated with some stubborn and very annoying rays of light that were coming in through the thick curtains and that was a sight he rarely woke up to.

More often than not he would always wake up when it was still dark outside and that the sun was high and shining was the best indicator for him to know that yes, he overslept.

Now, did he sleep through all the things he had to do that morning? He didn't think so, if so, his phone would be ringing nonstop with someone from management bitching and moaning about him missing that day's early appearances and so far he hadn't heard a thing.

But wanting to make sure that he hadn't missed anything yet, he turned to his side with the intention of checking the hour… and that was when he saw her, and when a recollection of what happened the previous night in that very room started to invade his mind.

"Shit… shit, shit." He chanted, his eyes drinking on the sight of the woman sleeping at the other side of the bed.

Sure, her face was partially hidden by a mass of soft brown hair and her body was tangled up with a thin blanket that barely covered up the fact that she was naked underneath it, but there was no way of mistaking her for somebody else. After all, he went to sleep with her so it was no wonder that he woke up with her.

Who was he expecting to wake up with, Catwoman?

Letting escape pass his lips a snort that held no trace of amusement, Punk closed his eyes and dragged a hand down his face.

"You fucking screwed up." He whispered. True, his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep but he was still a hundred percent sure that what happened last night was him screwing up big time.

What the fuck has he been thinking? He deliberately and in all his senses went ahead and had sex with Eve… with Eve of all people!

"Fucking shit-" Opening his eyes and jumping out of bed as naked as the day he was born, the Chicago native walked straight towards the bathroom, splashed cold water to his face and then proceeded to brush his teeth almost furiously.

Once that was done he took a look at himself through the mirror, his eyes burning a hole through himself.

What he did the other night has been simply wrong; not only because the woman he took to bed had a reputation of spending more time on her back than anyone else in the company, but because he plain and simply didn't do one night stands.

Casual sex was against everything he believed in and yet, he didn't put too much thought into it before walking after Eve to finish up what they started. He just… went with the flow without thinking on the consequences and now he knew that his moment of weakness was going to turn against him very soon and that he was going to regret it for a very long time.

He just knew it… he let himself be corrupted with the most mundane of acts and that was going to be his downfall.

And all because of Eve, the mother of all sins.

Blowing out a breath through his lips, Punk pressed the palm of his hands against his temples and blinked one time, his eyes refusing to move away from his face reflected through the mirror.

Eve, Eve, Eve… just what did she do to him? Somehow, someway she bewitched him and he just went weak for her. He got caught up in kissing her, in touching her and watching her respond to him and that has been his mistake. Not that he was going to let a thing like that to happen again. No fucking way.

Clearing his throat and pushing his lip ring with the tip of his tongue, Punk looked away and without thinking it twice, he went to take a shower. He could detect the faint scent of sex and something else that he was going to label as pure Eve clinking to his skin and he couldn't start his day like that.

Now, washing the smell of her from his skin with water and soap was easy, but as he found out, the memory of what happened between them was a bit harder to wash out. As much as he tried to, he just couldn't erase the memory of the night before out of his mind.

It was just that… damn, what happened between them has been simply amazing. Yes, he wasn't going to deny it, after all he was just a man and what man wouldn't enjoy the wonders of a woman like Eve?

Yeah, everyone knew that she was a prima donna little bitch, but as he found out, in bed she was plain and simply something else. Her body was more than perfect, her kisses were addicting and the memory of how it felt to be inside of her was enough to make him get a bit hard.

"Too bad that you are like the hundredth man that got to experience the amazing Eve at her best so get off that cloud." He spat angrily to himself, finishing his shower and climbing out to get dressed and ready to start his day.

Now, that day he was scheduled to make a series of appearances with Eve. A few interviews, an autograph signing and more crap like that. He wasn't really anticipating the day to proceed but he couldn't prevent the inevitable. He had to face Eve, face the consequences of his big mistake and move on. That was what he was thinking when he decided that in order for the day to keep on he had to wake her up.

After all, he has spent a few days sharing a bathroom with her and he was well aware that she could spend an eternity getting ready so if he waited for her to wake up on her own, they would definitely be late and that wouldn't do.

As it was he was feeling crabby and irritable and arriving late to start the day was going to put him in a worse kind of mood…

Unless he went ahead without her. That would definitely let her know that whatever she had planned for him was not going to work…

Groaning, Punk shook his head and walked into the bedroom. Eve was still there, she hadn't moved from the spot where he left her in bed and he took a moment to observe her. She was on her side and hugging a pillow to her chest; her breathing was even, one of her long legs was outstretched and the other one bent slightly so that her ass was upturned towards him.

That right there almost tempted him to lift the blanket off her body to take a better look; after all he hadn't done much looking the previous night and for some reason his eyes had a craving for her. During their night all he did was touch and feel and one of the things that felt fucking good was grabbing that ass with both hands to press her hard against him…

"Eve. Hey-" He said harshly, blinking his eyes and clenching his fist not to reach forward and brush her hair out of her face.

At his words, the WWE Diva tensed, Punk could see it happen and a second after, she opened her eyes wide open to stare at the wall opposite to him. For a second she looked lost and disoriented and Punk had to bite his tongue not to tell her to get the fuck up before he could leave without her.

Not that he had to bite too hard, something in the image of her laying there all vulnerable made him feel a bit of sympathy towards her and keeping his tongue from unleashing against her didn't seem to be a problem

Now, that he would feel like that for her wouldn't have happened two nights ago and that made him think, what was she doing to him and most importantly, why was he letting it happen?

He knew of her ways, she was very well known for the way she used men for her benefit and that was probably what she was doing to him. She wanted to use him and that she allowed him to fuck her in that same bed was just one of her tactics to get wherever she wanted to get with him.

"Wake up, we are going to be late and I hate arriving fucking late."

With that said, he turned around and left the bedroom to sit at the couch, waiting. By clock count, he waited forty-two minutes while Eve silently went to take a shower, dressed, did her hair and make-up before emerging from the bathroom looking more than perfect.

She did all that in time record compared to all the days before and with a scowl on his face, Punk got to his feet and walked to the door once he assumed she was ready to go.

The walk to the lobby was made in silence, thing that settled Punk perfectly because the last thing he wanted was talk with her. He was too crabby with himself to handle a conversation with the woman so silence felt heavenly.

But then they were picked up to make the first interview and during the car ride, she cleared her throat and without looking at him, she broke the silence.

"I want to make one thing clear with you, Punk. What happened last night is not going to happen again."

Tilting his head towards her, Punk arched an eyebrow and watched her with all the intensity of his olive green orbs. He focused on her face, taking notice on the way her eyes were intently staring out the window, of how her lips were pursed and if he wasn't mistaken, in the way she just swallowed on dry.

"I can't agree more."

At his words she looked at him without blinking and he reciprocated the stare, green on green delving into each other. Was she expecting him to beg her for a repeat? If so, she was up for a lot of deception.

"It was just a thing of the moment." She said a bit coldly and he shrugged.

"We had an itch, we scratched it and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less."

Eve blinked, her face a stoic mask that wouldn't reveal what she was truly thinking. "Just don't tell anybody. I don't need this on my back as well."

Tilting his head to the side, Punk snorted. "You mean you don't need people to know you added another name to the list? Don't worry sweetheart, I have no intention to be known as yet another guy you fucked."

Her jaw clenched at what he just said, Punk saw her do it, but instead of feeling bad about it he just smiled, somehow feeling satisfied.

"Funny how you love throwing jabs at me; I mean if this would have come from a guy who wasn't known for dating one Diva after another maybe I would really feel offended."

"Touché. But at least I officially date them; beside none of them were married while we were together so that gives me the right to judge. You see, I was never the other man while everyone knows that you sneaked into Cena's bed while he was married."

"You are such an asshole. I don't know what I was thinking last night." Eve said through clenched teeth and then she went back to staring out the window.

Punk just watched her, totally convinced that nothing was ever going to happen with that woman again… little did he know that destiny had other plans for them and that before their media tour was over, he was going to change his mind.