"This is it, home sweet home."
At the sound of that strange voice filling the silence she had imposed upon them ever since walking out of the hospital earlier that day, the young woman known as Eve Torres pursed her lips in a petulant manner and took a good look at the place that was supposed to serve her as a home.
She did it through harsh critical eyes, halting on her tracks and standing under the door frame as the man that said to be her husband walked inside to put her things over the sofa.
"I know it's a bit messy but we'll work on that later; now we'll only focus on getting you better."
Eve didn't even bother to reply to him; she just kept inspecting the house, hoping that anything in there would help her get her memory back.
But nothing did, she didn't remember the place at all. Not that she was really expecting to do so; after all if she couldn't remember the man she married then why would she remember the house where they lived?
"It smells bad." She said at last, her tone coming off as petulant as her arms automatically lifting up so she could fold them against her chest.
John laughed heartedly at her words, scratching behind his ear as his sparkling blue eyes looked straight into her green ones.
"Yes it does, I guess the Fabreze I got at the grocery store last night doesn't really work. Anyway, come in…"
With that said, he walked to her, placed a hand to her back and made her walk into the house. Once inside, he closed the door and gave Eve time to adapt.
"I don't remember any of this." She said, looking away from John and scanning the place once again.
It was a nice house, not the kind of place she has been expecting but she guessed it was alright. The entrance door lead to a spacious living room equipped by a huge TV mounted on the wall, the leather sofa looked nice and expensive and the decoration was overall kind of appealing.
Sure, she has been expecting to live in the penthouse of a big fancy building in New York or LA that overlooked the city but what did she know? A big house in Boston seemed to be all there was to it.
Wrinkling her nose at that, Eve walked down the steps and made it to the sofa.
Yeah, Boston… it could be that she couldn't remember her life before the accident but she did remember things like cities and for some reason, Boston didn't seem like the kind of place she would willingly live at.
And married? Why on earth would she get married? Yeah, taking a good look at John she could see why she was with him; after all he looked more than good, so far he seemed like a nice guy and he had a smile that would make any women swoon at the sight of those pearl whites…
But marrying him and settling down in the middle of nowhere as an abnegated wife? No, as good looking as he was, that just didn't seem right…
Sure, that she recognized his nice attributes didn't mean that she felt like swooning at his feet, but she could see lesser women doing so. Not her of course; even without a memory she knew she wasn't the kind of woman who would act like that, even if she felt like it.
"Tell me, why I was out of town and when I had the-" Before she could finish her sentence, Eve saw out of the corner of her eye that a huge beast was running towards them and she immediately retreated and opened her eyes as wide as she could. "What is that?"
She asked out of breath as she saw John bend down so the beast could run into his arms.
"Come here boy." The tall man said happily, and when 'his boy' reached him he placed a hand over its head and laughed. "Looks like mommy doesn't remember you either. Why don't you go and say hi to her?"
Almost as if it understood John, the dog tilted its head to the side and stared intently at Eve.
"I don't want that thing near me." The WWE Diva hurried to say, her hands resting at the back of the leather sofa and her eyes refusing to move away from the big dog.
She didn't trust that thing and she was afraid that if she turned her back from it, it was going to attack her.
"Eve, he is not a thing, this is Phantom, our dog."
"Why is he so big?" She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. She didn't like dogs that big… she liked them miniature… "And why is he inside the house?" No wonder the bad smell that hit her nose first thing when she stepped in.
Amused at the woman's reaction but not wanting to tell her that the dog has been a Christmas gift from his estranged wife, Cena snorted and got up to his feet. "Well I tried to find the pocket edition but they ran out of them at the pet shop."
Eve said nothing at that, she just blinked her emerald green eyes a couple of times as she stared intently at him.
"Okay that was a lame joke; this is a Siberian Husky, they grow up this big."
"Well I don't like it." She said somberly, straightening her posture and running a hand down her long hair. "Where is the bedroom? I have a headache and I want to lay down."
Pursing his lips and nodding, John patted his dog one last time and told him to stay there; after that he motioned Eve to follow him and started to walk up a set of stairs.
The young woman followed him tentatively, watching where she was stepping because she didn't want to disgrace her shoes with a little gift from 'her' dog. Fortunately she didn't, as far as she could smell the dog never got upstairs and the real problem was in the living room and the kitchen.
Once inside the bedroom, Eve forced her mind once again to recognize something; thing that she didn't. The king size bed was as alien to her eyes as the covers it had and as her eyes moved around, she realized that she couldn't remember ever being in that room.
It was frustrating, ever since waking up in a hospital bed the previous day she has been forcing her mind to remember and as much as she tried to, it remained blank. She didn't remember John, the dog, the photos he showed her or the house; and when her husband put her iPhone in her hands, she couldn't even decipher the code to unblock it.
John said that he had no idea whatsoever on what her code was but he promised to take the phone to a friend at work that could unblock it for her.
Feeling more optimistic about it, she gave him the phone, hoping that if she was able to look at her messages and call a few of her contacts, her memory could start to come back.
Until then she only had John to rely on…
"Do you want something to eat? I can order something if you like."
Taking in a deep breath and sitting over the bed, the brunette pouted her lips and shook her head no. She didn't look up to him, she just casted her head down and stared at her shoes. "I'm not hungry."
"Right. Well shout if you need anything okay?" He said kindly, biting lightly on his lips and watching Eve from his spot by the door.
Right in that moment, as he observed the evil woman looking so vulnerable and lost, he felt something very close to guilt eating his entrails and he almost confessed… almost.
But he was too deep into the lie to backtrack now so he remained silent. After all he signed in the hospital as her husband, he arranged the things she had in her suitcases conveniently in his room and bathroom so she could have a sense of familiarity and he even had a few back-up stories in case she asked about her family or about the fact that her side of the closet wasn't completely full of clothes and shoes.
Hell, he even marked up a picture of them together and put it over the nightstand so no, he needed to keep it up for a while now.
What he needed to keep in mind was that Eve wasn't as innocent as she was looking. No, the damn woman was to blame for the end of his friendship with Zack, she was making Teddy Long's life a living heel and what was worse, she has tried to use him and discard him as if he was nothing.
And that was only the dirty laundry that he knew, because he was sure that she had more under her carper than just that.
"I'll be downstairs," With that said, the WWE superstar closed the door and left her alone.
But even though she deserved to be played, it all felt weird to him. His original motive of doing the whole thing just so she would clean up is mess seemed hollow and he even cleaned up a bit so the house wouldn't smell so bad when she woke up. Sure, he didn't put much effort into it, but at least the place didn't reek anymore.
After doing that, he sat with Phantom on his porch, trying to figure out what he would do with Eve the following day when he had to hit the road again; then when it was close to midnight and when the dog dozed off, he went up to his room's bathroom to take a shower and lay down too.
Upon walking in, he saw that Eve was already sleeping so he moved as silent as a shadow because he didn't want to wake her up.
He also noticed that she had changed into something he had put on a drawer with a few of her things, it was a short silky nightgown he found at the bottom of her Louis Vuitton suitcase and that she was wearing it only told him that she has been nosing in.
Yeah, he had expected that so he just snorted and shook his head.
Eve… even though they had never been too close, he was pretty much sure on how her messed up mind worked and he just knew that she was going to make a registration of his room.
Taking in a deep breath, he walked to the bed and pulled the blanket up her body. He did it because her nightgown had ridden up her thighs and he wanted to give her some sort privacy.
It may be true that he was doing crazy things when it came to her, but he wasn't a pervert so yeah, he just pulled the blankets up to her chest and walked around so he could get to the other side of the bed.
True, what he should have done was go to the guess room and spend the night there; but what would that tell Eve?
No, he wanted to make things as credible as possible while they lasted so he just climbed in bed and guarding as much distance as he could, he closed his eyes.
"You are not planning on sleeping here, are you?"
Opening one of his eyes, John stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. "Actually yes, I'm planning on sleeping in my bed and with my wife."
Sitting up, Eve blew out a breath. "Yeah, well I don't feel comfortable with that."
Snorting and thinking that a few months back she would have done anything to have him in bed as a very important part of her evil plans, John sat up as well.
He should tell her that, that the real Eve was more like a praying mantis and not a blushing bride and that in her previous life, she wouldn't hesitate in sleeping her way around to get what she wanted.
But he didn't say that, of course, he just lifted a hand to her face and brushed her hair to the side. "Eve, baby… if there's anything you should know about me, is that you can trust me. I wouldn't do anything to you so why don't you try to rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long one."
Looking at him through hard eyes, Eve arched an eyebrow. "You better not do anything, John, not if you want all the bones of your body to remain intact." With that said, she turned her back on him and lay down once again.
John watched her with a snort stuck at the back of his throat. Yeah tomorrow was going to be a long day and they needed all rest they could get to survive it…