Hey, thanks so much for the reviews, they really make my day and I appreciate them to no end! Anyway, this chapter came out longer that what I expected so I basically cut it in two. Hope you like it and I'll try to update soon.

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After spending the last three hours of her life locked in the confinements of the hotel bedroom where she was currently staying at, Eve Torres was starting to feel more than a little bit claustrophobic.

True, the self-imposed solitary imprisonment has been her choice, but that didn't take away from the fact that she was starting to feel as if the walls were closing in on her.

Not that she would rather be out, no way. She has been out there and that has been even worse. Being inside the bedroom made her feel way too antsy, but from experience she knew that being out was apt to make her feel like choking with the thick tension she would inevitably breathe into her lungs.

So yeah, the whole thing was just awful and if anyone would come to her and ask what was going on, she would simple say that she hadn't known that coexisting with a person you were trying your best to ignore could end up being such a hard task to accomplish.

Now, she knew since the beginning of it all that sharing a hotel room with Punk after what happened between them wasn't going to be the most joyful experience, but she honestly had no idea that the whole thing could end up being so damn stressful.

It was just… that he was always around; not only were they force to make appearance after appearance together, but as if that wasn't enough when the day ended and time to rest came, they would go to their hotel room together as well.

That little inconvenience only made things worse as his constant presence was her biggest reminder of the way she messed up and as a result, looking at him made her feel angry with herself and hearing his voice never failed to make her blood boil in ways that couldn't be considered as healthy.

That was why she decided to stay inside the bedroom; that night she was feeling particularly fed up with the whole 'Punk' thing so she decided to spend the rest of the day like she has been doing since the night they slept together, by ignoring and evading him at all costs.

The only problem was that it wasn't working.

Pouting her lips and sending off a petulant stare at no one in particular, the current WWE Diva's champion drew in a breath and then she closed her eyes.

Maybe she was in the borderline of being ridiculous… after all there she was, out of thing to try as a way to occupy her mind off of him while he was just out there; sitting comfortably on the couch, watching TV and stuffing his face as if he was the king of the world while she was locked in dwelling in her shame and regrets.

It was more than ridiculous now that she came to think about it so she just couldn't keep like that. No way… that was simply not in her nature.

Sure, she made a bad decision but what of it? Everyone knew of her thing with Cena so it was clearly not the first time she made a bad choice when it came to men. Yes, she should have known better because Punk was a complete jerk, but that was what life was all about, making mistakes and learning from them.

You could fall time and time again, but the trick was on getting up to your feet and keep going.

"Besides it was just sex… mindless and with no feelings attached." She said as an afterthought.

True, a moralist could argue about how awful that statement came out, but because she considered herself very far from being promiscuous, it didn't matter what people would think about her as long as she was clear with who she was.

She was just a woman, a woman who had needs like any other and that night he caught her feeling extremely vulnerable and lonely…

As she told him in the awkward short talk they had the morning after; what happened between them was a thing of the moment not meant to be repeated and since he agreed, she shouldn't be making a big deal out of it.

Opening her emerald green eyes, the young Diva swirled on her heels and went straight towards the bed. Once there she sat down and put on a pair of shoes.

Maybe what she needed was to go out, clear her mind and breathe some fresh air. That right there sounded better than ordering room service and eating inside the bedroom all alone so yeah…

Nodding, she jumped to her feet and forcing out a smile, she blew out a breath.

"I can't let him ruin things for me as John did…" No, she'll be damned if she gave him the power to do just that so she better get herself together and soon.

With that in mind, Eve walked to the door and opened it.

Now, just as she has imagined, Punk was sitting on the couch; the only difference was that instead of watching TV he was reading what seemed to be a comic. There were also a few empty plates sitting on the coffee table so she was going to assume he had his dinner while sitting there.

Slowly closing the door of the bedroom behind her, Eve tilted her head and squinted her eyes. Punk was apparently very engrossed in his comic so he made no attempt to deviate his attention towards her and she took the opportunity to observe him for a few seconds.

Now, for the last couple of days she has been stealing glances out of him every now and then and the more she looked, the more she would corroborate that the guy was definitely not the type of man she would normally feel attracted to. That was a recurrent thought so she wondered once again what the hell got into her that night.

Could it be that she got momentarily sucked into the dark/mysterious aura that emanated out of him in huge waves? Did he hypnotized her with that pair of eyes the color of moss that seemed to dig deep whenever he looked at her, or could it be simply that she went for the complete opposite of John, the man that left her in a hole so she could climb out of it on her own?

The answer to that still eluded her, but as her eyes got stuck on him, her memory betrayed her and she started to remember what it felt like to get intimate with the so called Voice of the Voiceless.

Now, she could lie out of her teeth as and label their sexual encounter as a big mistake as long as she needed to do it, but she had to admit to herself that even though she disliked the man like crazy, she did enjoy their night together.

It was just that… for being such a bitter man, Punk really knew what to do in bed and she has ended up being pleasantly surprised. The manner in which his expert fingers traveled all over her skin, the way his kisses stole every breath out of her to drink them as his own, the scent of him, the distinct feeling of being filled completely with his hardness, how his stubble would scratch against the tender skin of her breast… the whole thing has been really amazing and that was something she couldn't deny without lying.

Not that she wanted a repeat, no… her mind wouldn't allow her to do such a thing again.

Shaking her head way from those thoughts and looking away, Eve cleared her throat and took a few steps away from the door. No, she couldn't let those memories invade her mind… not now, not ever.

"I'm going out." She said, not really knowing why she was letting him know.

At her words, Punk made no attempt to look at her but he did open his mouth to speak. "Rad, don't let the door hit your ass on your way out."

Rolling her eyes and doing her best on paying no mind to his always bad attitude, Eve flipped at her hair and went to grab her purse. "Once a jerk, always a jerk."

Snorting, the tattooed wrestler arched an eyebrow and looked at her, for some reason, the intensity of his olive green making her feel like holding her breath and halting on her tracks.

"That's what they say… oh, wait, did you tell me that because you wanted me to go with you?" He said, his tone mocking.

"Of course not!" She hurried to say, as the last thing she wanted or needed was his company or his snarky comments.

"Well sorry but I can't; I rather spend my night reading about villains and superheroes than with you. But here, I still owe for our little time together so dinner's on me tonight, just don't spend more than thirty bucks."

With that said, he took a card out of his hoodie, threw it to the floor and then he went back to reading.

Now, as for the card, it was a Master Card, Eve took notice once she saw it land at her feet and even thought it bothered her to no end that he was giving her his credit card as a payment for what happened between them as if she was some slut he picked up on the street, she still bent down and grabbed it with a forced fake smile on her face. After that she walked out of the room without uttering a word.

It was alright, he wanted to play nasty? She could play nasty too and she could make him feel as mad as he always ended up making her feel. He didn't know with whom he was messing… but he was going to find out soon enough… as for that night, she wasn't going to let him ruin things for her… no way, no way in hell.

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As soon as he heard the door of the suite being closed, Punk tilted his head to the right and stared at the wooden barrier for several seconds. He knew he shouldn't be doing that, because what if she suddenly walked back in to catch him looking after her?

Would she believe if he denied that he was indeed staring after her? Would she buy it if he refused to acknowledge that the unique scent of her perfume caught his attention and that he just had to look? Or would she laugh if he even admitted that looking after her has been a loss to an inner battle he has been fighting for the last few days?

"Don't be so fucking pathetic." He grumbled to himself, tearing his eyes away from the door and focusing his attention back to his comic so he could keep reading.

Not that he could continue, the words written on the pages started to blur and blend together and he found himself thinking about Eve… again.

A few days ago, when he woke up after their brief night together, he has been a hundred percent convinced that whatever it was that they started the previous night had to end right away. Yeah, it was clear in his mind that he has wanted her and that he started things with her; but once the need to have her was satiated, he had expected to leave the episode behind and never look back to it.

But how could he forget about it when she was always so close by? How to fully ignore her when they were sharing the same living space, when they were always scheduled to go to the same places and when going into the bathroom would make them bump into each other all the time?

Oh, and what about the always present in his mind fact of how he failed to follow his believes when he took her to bed? How could he ever forget that?

He didn't know why he let himself be dragged into such a wild moment, but the more he thought about it the madder he would get for allowing the damn woman to cloud his mind in such a way that he violated one of his codes of life and thus one of the reasons of why he was feeling more crabby than usual.

He wasn't even going to justify himself, after their encounter he was being more of a jerk than usual, especially with her, but that was the way he dealt with things that bothered him.

"If she doesn't like it, then that's her problem." He said, trying to shut the voice deep inside of him that was telling him that he was being a harsh with her.

And really, she wasn't completely at fault about the fact that he just went weak for her; that has been his own fault for thinking with his dick and not with his mind so he shouldn't put all the blame on her. It was something that happened and that was it, he made a bad choice and now he needed to live with it.

Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the Chicago Native shook his head off of any invading thought and he concentrated once again on his comic.

For the next hour or so, Punk remained there, sitting and reading in peace, at least until his cell phone started to ring, indicating him that he had a message.

Listening to it and deciding that he had enough reading, Punk put the comic down and grabbed his phone to read the message, and as soon as he was done with it he was jumping to his feet in disbelief.

"What the fucking fuck?" He blurted out reading for the second time the message he just got.

It was from his bank, informing him that 'his' transaction at a Christian Louboutin boutique store was complete and that he was being charged with a grand total of two thousand and three hundred dollars.

"That fucking little bitch." He mumbled, looking at the floor and trying to spot his credit card. Yeah, he was well aware that he basically gave the card to her, but he did it to annoy her and clearly not thinking that she was going to take it and use it.

He didn't even know why he thought that she wouldn't take it; after all wasn't Eve known as using men and what better way to use them than raiding their bank accounts?

"Oh no, no, no… you are very mistaken if you think you'll get away with this."

Opening the door, Punk walked out of their hotel suite and went straight to the lobby. He didn't think that Eve could be too far so he went ahead and asked at the Front Desk about who the hell was Christian Louboutin and where did he have a boutique.

His intention has been finding the store and thus Eve, but before the woman could provide him with an answer he received another message.

This one was from his bank as well and according to it, his credit card was being used at the hotel bar to make a purchase of two hundred and fifty dollars.

Snorting in disbelief but knowing where to go now, he turned around and without waiting for a response from the hotel personnel; he started looking for the bar.

It took him a while to get to the right one because the hotel had a few; but once he walked inside the last one, he found out that Eve was there.

He spotted her right away, sitting at the bar with a glass of wine right in her hand and a huge smile on her face.

The smile was because she saw him and as she arched an eyebrow and drank from the glass in her hand, she sent him a wink.

Snarling his lips, Punk walked towards her and once he was close enough, he clenched his hands into fists and tried to act as calm as he could. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He asked in a hiss, his eyes angrily delving deep into hers.

In response, Eve lifted one of her legs so he could get a glimpse of the shoes he was going to assume she bought with his money.

"Do you like them?" She asked softly, the tone in which she addressed him one she has never used on him. It was almost as if she was flirting with him and he went ahead and grabbed her ankle, not to take a look at them, but just because he felt the urge of touching her.

"Not enough to spend two thousand fucking dollars for them. Are they made out of baby seals or something?" As he said that, he realized that his sarcasm was at pair with his annoyance and he did his best not to yank the shoes out of her feet and tear them apart into a dozen pieces just so she would never wear them.

But he didn't, he just let go of her feet and watched as she crossed her legs.

Meanwhile, Eve hummed and drank another sip of her wine. "They came with this purse, both are special edition. They are not sold in the States so I just had to get them." She said indifferently, finishing her wine and placing the empty glass over the counter.

Punk observed her movements closely, barely noticing that his anger was slowly dissipating and that it was little by little being replaced with something more primitive… something that was making his eyes get lost in the modest cleavage of her shirt while his nose picked up that scent that made him notice her back in their room.

She had the scent of sin all over her; the smell of big trouble impregnating her skin in the form of perfume and that was something he needed to keep in mind. Eve was nothing but trouble and he didn't need problems into his life.

"Yeah, well you better start kissing them goodbye because we are going to return them right now, come on."

Turning to him, Eve's eyes meet his own and transforming her face into a stoic mask, she started to speak. "I'm not worth thirty dollars, Punk, and if one day you were forced to pay a price for the night we had, you would be in debt all of your pathetic life."

"Oh really?" He said in amusement because he rarely took it personal when people would talk crap about him, and as his words were said, his head tilted to the side and his eyebrow shoot high on his forehead. "And yet I got for free what has cost others quite a few things. If I'm so pathetic, then what does that mean of you?"

For a few seconds, Eve said nothing to that. She just stared at him as if she was studying him long and deep.

"You don't know me; you know nothing about me so stop making assumptions about me and my life." She said, pointing at him with a finger and then pressing said digit to his chest.

Punk followed the movement with his eyes and then he chuckled, his eyes going back to her face. "Are you drunk?"

Snarling her lips and given away her annoyance by the way her eyes flickered, Eve shook her head.

"I'm not drunk; what I am is sick and tired of people putting a label on me because I made one stupid mistake. I am not a slut and I am not a home wrecker. Apparently, what I am is stupid. Stupid for believing in John lies and even more stupid for letting you into my bed even though I knew you were nothing but a jerk."

Punk nodded at her words and without tearing his eyes away from hers, he shrugged. "Technically, that bed isn't yours so that statement was just wrong. You couldn't let me get into your bed if the bed isn't even yours, so…"

"Ugh," Eve grumbled, turning away from him and taking a bottle of wine that has been strategically placed in front of her to fill up her glass. "I've never wanted to slap someone as bad as I want to slap you. Maybe I even want to punch you, very hard."

"Well, you are not the first one who wants to add a mark to my face and you are probably not going to be the last one." No, definitely not the last one; he had the gift of rubbing people the wrong way and so far he had no intention of changing the way he was.

As for Eve… she was definitely in all her right to want to hit him, after all he has been everything but pleasant to her and like she said, he jumped quickly in the lets judge Eve wagon and made her life a living hell because she slept with Cena.

Putting it that way, he was being irrational for treating her like that; after all he had no love for Cena and he held the believe close to his heart that a third person couldn't break a relationship if it wasn't because he or she was allowed to do it. Meaning: if Cena slept with Eve while he was married was because he wanted it, not because Eve forced him to do it.

Besides he was no one to judge; he had his good share of mistakes when it came to his love life so he shouldn't be throwing stones.

Blowing out a breath and running a hand through his short hair, Punk took a sit in the stool next to Eve and then he stole a glance at her. She was just sitting there, drinking what he counted as her second glass of wine while sulking.

"Did you buy that thing with my money too?"

"Yup," She said without looking at him. "Does it bother you?"

He snorted. "Fuck yes, I mean two hundred and fifty dollars on alcohol? Tsk, you were really trying to irk me, weren't you? Of course, what I paid for the shoes and purse bothered me more but I deserved that… probably."

At his words, Eve frowned in confusion and turning to her side she looked at him straight in the eye.

"Yeah, that's the closest thing to an apology you'll ever get from me so you'll better take it and never mention it again."

And he didn't even know why he was throwing it out there, especially after the woman just spent such a ridiculous amount of his money in frivolities.

Eve said nothing to that, she just drank the rest of her wine and when that glass was finished too, she breathed out.

Punk didn't say anything either and really, why should he? For all he cared he should be walking back to his room with his credit card safely in his pocket while forgetting all about Eve…

But at the same time, he was feeling as if he was glued to the spot and even weirder, he was biting hard on his tongue as a way of not saying what he really wanted to say.

But when has that ever worked for him? He was cursed with a quick tongue and thus he was the kind of person who would always speak what was on their mind without even thinking about it.

"Really, why did you have sex with me? I mean it's obvious that you can't stomach me so what happened?"

As a response she shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know. It happened and that's it."

"It just happened…" He said, savoring the words. "Is that what happened with John and all the others?"

Rolling her eyes, Eve cleared her throat. "Not that this is any of your business, but there are no others like people love to say. There was only John and with him things didn't just happened. He lied to me for months, I was stupid enough to believe him and when I finally give him what he wants he goes to his buddies first thing in the morning, rating me and laughing about how the long wait was so much worth it. Was that how you found out, did he tell you too?"

"I'm not one of his buddies." Punk replied, plain and simple.

"Well that was how it happened, and yet I'm the slut who sneaked into his marriage. It was my fault, should have known better as I should have known better with you."

Not liking to be put in the same category with a man of the likes John Cena, Punk clicked his tongue to the inside of his cheek and then he got to his feet and looked around. "For what it's worth it, I'm not John Cena. I don't kiss and tell so at least there won't be any rumors about what happened going around."

"Good." She said, filling her glass once again.

Punk saw her, and when she was about to drink it, he took the glass and put it away. "Enough of that, you are drunk enough as it is and I hate dealing with drunk people."

Snorting, Eve flipped at her hair and her lips curved into the shadow of a smile. "First of all, I'm not drunk; you don't know this, but you can't get drunk with a few glasses of wine. And second, you hate dealing with me whether I'm sober or drunk so who cares?"

"I care." He said just to say something and when she snorted again and ran a hand through her hair, he decided that if she was not drunk, then she was at least tipsy.

A sober Eve would never tell him what she told him about her short affair with John, thing that made him believe that she told him the truth; and most importantly, a sober Eve wouldn't be feeling such at ease with him.

Sure, she wasn't touching him or even making eye contact with him, but her body language seemed very relaxed and very unlike the tense way she has been acting when around him as of late.

"I'm going to take you back to the room, come on."

Once he said that, he wrapped a hand to her forearm and made her get up to her feet. She didn't protest the touch, she just grabbed her things and went with him.

The walk was made in silence and the contact was broke, at least until they walked back into their suite and Eve grabbed him arm as she was taking off her new shoes.

It was for balance, he knew it; in her state it would be difficult to take them off without falling on her ass, that was how ridiculously high the heels were and how drunk she really was; but still… the slight touch of her hand on him sent a tingling sensation right to his groin and he had to clear his throat to distract himself as she stripped her feet out of her shoes.

"Why are you all of a sudden being so… nice?" She asked, standing right in front of him and looking at his face. "I can't do what I wanted to do if you are so nice."

"This is not me being nice, trust me, I'm just being tolerant. Don't get used to it though."

Blinking slowly, Eve rose on her tiptoes and kissed his lips; her hands moving to his chest and her tongue darting out to touch his lip ring.

For a moment, what she did caught Punk by surprise, but he reacted soon enough, his tongue going out to touch it to hers. That was when it happened, he was invaded with the distinct taste of wine and he just had to pull away.

"Didn't I tell you how much I dislike dealing with drunk people? Because that definitely includes kissing them." He said, moving his face away from hers and closing his eyes for a brief moment as her hands moved down his stomach.

"I'm not drunk." She whispered, kissing underneath his jaw.

"Of course you are not, I mean why would I think that?" He said, swallowing on dry as her tongue traced a path down to his throat so she could lightly suck on his skin. Now, that has always been a weak spot for him and the combination of her tongue and teeth worrying his flesh were evidently making an effect on him. "Eve, don't do that, I mean it."

As a response she hummed, her hands moving to his hips and settling there. "I don't care; you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."

Lowering his eyes to her, Punk lifted her against him and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, her back arching to him and her lips getting dangerously close to his.

He wasn't sure how they got here and why wasn't he stopping it, all he knew was that he liked the way his hands were a perfect fit to cradle her ass and how nice it felt to pull her hard against him.

It was only then that he realized how easy it would be to have her underneath him naked and moaning and maybe that was what he wanted.

To taste her skin, to feel her nipples hardening beneath his touch, to see the way her face would flush and her eyes would darken as he buried himself deep inside of her.

Who knew, maybe he would be fortunate enough to hear her begin him to cum inside of her once again.

Thinking about all that made him get as hard as he would get and he grunted in frustration. "That's the thing." He said, carrying her into the bedroom and then letting her down on the king size mattress. "I want to kiss you as much as I want to fuck you right here, right now… but I won't." He just couldn't because yes, he could be a jerk like she said, but it would be against everything he believe in to have casual sex with a drunk woman.

If she would be sober, then maybe… after all if he did it once why not do it twice; but never while she was drunk.

That would be too much.

Mumbling something underneath her breath and slapping a hand to her face, Eve turned to her side and covered her head with a pillow.

Down there she looked vulnerable and for reasons he couldn't quite get, he kind of felt like laying down with her, throw the pillow to the floor and kiss her senseless even though the circumstances.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, her voice carrying the low undertones of the defeated.

"I could ask you the same question."

Eve didn't reply and wondering about what she was really doing to him, Punk remained there for a while. Maybe it was a minute, maybe five, all he knew was that after what felt like an eternity, he reached for the pillow and took it away to find out that she was sleeping.

"Right," He said bitterly and turning around, he left the room.

Yes, it was going to be a long night but who cared, tomorrow was going to be the last day of the media tour so soon enough he would go back to his normal life, a life where Eve Marie Torres wouldn't take over his mind as she was doing now…

Or at least that was what he hoped.