"I screwed up, boy." Blowing out a breath and running his fingers through his short hair, John said absentmindedly as he moved his head to the side to take look at Phantom. "I really, really screwed up."

At those words, his four legged buddy just looked at him in curiosity, not really knowing what he was talking about.

Not that it mattered, because as soon as John spoke, his clear blue eyes went back into staring at the lake extending in front of him and his mind travelled back to the phone conversation he just had.

The conversation has been with Eve's brother, Phil; the man was a constant caller to the WWE Diva's phone and in that particular day, John acted out of guilt and decided to call him back to let him know what was happening.

He couldn't say what motivated him to do such a thing, all he knew was that talking to the man has been a very awkward moment even though he didn't get into too much detail. He just talked about the part where his sister lost her memory and at the news, Phil explained to John that since he was somewhere in a Peruvian jungle or something like that, it was going to be impossible for him to pick Eve up…

But there was another sister he could call… or better yet, why shouldn't he call the boyfriend?

That has been the brother's simple response and John wasn't going to lie, upon hearing that little last word, he felt a huge sense of doom wash over him. A boyfriend? Eve had a boyfriend?

That didn't sound good like at all he was anticipating a lot of repercussions for the way he lied through his teeth and worse, for kissing Eve when her mind wasn't in the right place.

There was no hope for absolution, he was just screwed.

After the events of the previous night, he was a hundred percent sure that Eve was going to kill him with her perfectly manicured fingers as soon as she realized what he did to her; and if she didn't do it herself, then she was going to send her boyfriend to do it for her.

Not that he could blame her if she did that, he knew that he deserved everything he would get from her. Yeah, the woman was a bitch, she was annoying and she made for a lousy 'wife', but he still had no right to do what he did.

He especially had no right to kiss her like he did last night, and more importantly, he didn't have any right to like it…

He was seeing everything now, but now it was too late. He already stepped out of line.

So yeah, Eve was probably going to auto-combust in anger and she was going to rip him a new one; but because he deserved that and more, he just had to take whatever it was to come. It was karma, he made his own bed and now it was time to lay on it.

Clearing his throat, the WWE wrestler shrugged. He has been sitting there for a while, thinking and preparing himself mentally for the confrontation that awaited him back home.

"Maybe I don't even have to be the one telling her; I mean tomorrow I'll be back on the road and I can make sure not to return until she's far away from here. Let her sister or the boyfriend deal with her… right?"

Snorting at his cowardice, John shook his head and with a groan, he got to his feet. No, he needed to be the one telling her and he was going to do just that.

He wouldn't be at peace unless he did that so with that in mind, he started to walk back to his car so he could make the drive back home…

Meanwhile, back at the Cena house, Eve was still sitting on the porch. Her coffee was already gone and she was just sitting there, musing about what happened with John last night and wondering if he left without her because he was mad.

After all she locked the door on him after working him up and as a rule, men hated that.

Not that she should give a damn; if he really cared about her like he claimed, he had to understand that her lack of memory was making her feel confused and that she wasn't in a position to be messing things even more by sleeping with a man she didn't really know.

Sure, John could argue about them being married but at the end that was irrelevant; if she couldn't remember him, then to her he was nothing but a stranger.

But maybe all that could change, her idea of checking the internet for anything that could help her get her memory back was still in her mind and that's what she should do.

Hell, that was something she should have done a long time ago and she wasn't sure why she got the idea so late. Sure, for all she knew the computer in his office was password protected and she wouldn't be able to remember it, but the least she could do was try.

If it turned out that she couldn't use it, then she was going to use the MasterCard John gave her and she was going to buy a laptop that she could use.

With that in mind and full of determination, the Diva got to her feet and made it back into the house.

Once in, she walked straight into his office and sat behind the computer to turn it on. That's what she was doing when she heard a knock on the front door, waiting on the computer to start working.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, the brunette mumbled a complaint before taking in a deep breath. "What is it now?"

Sure, since the first time she got into the house, this was the first time someone knocked on the door, but that didn't mean that it annoyed her any less. No, quite the contrary, she didn't want to deal with anyone…

But at the same time it registered in her mind that whoever was knocking probably knew her and that could be good to her memory. Nodding at that possibility, she jumped to her feet and made it to the door.

Now, the last thing she expected when opening the door was for some strange looking man to smile a huge smile that seemed as genuine as a six dollar bill upon seeing her before darting forward to kiss her cheek.

"Eve, babe! Long time no see."

Snarling her lips, the blonde crossed her arms to her chest and arched an eyebrow. "And who are you?" She said curtly, wanting to know why the man was greeting her with such effusive familiarity.

Gasping a bit dramatically, the man did a double take and without waiting for an invitation in, he walked right into the living room. "What do you mean with that? It's me, Randy."

Shrugging when the name didn't ring any bells, Eve placed her hand to her hip and eyed him down. This Randy was now sitting comfortably on her sofa, looking up at her with a glint in his eye that she didn't quite liked.

"I don't remember you."

"Ah," He said while getting comfortable on the couch, and as he did that, he just wouldn't take his eyes away from her. She didn't like it. "So John wasn't lying when he said you couldn't remember a thing. Who would have thought…"

Chewing on her lips, Eve tilted her head to the side. "And why would he lie about it?"

"No reason," He said while his lips curved into a smile. "But I don't know, I thought it was an excuse to keep you all by himself. You know how he gets when it comes to you."

"Actually I don't," She said as a matter of fact. All she knew about their relationship was that they weren't so close.

She also was suspicious that her husband was cheating, but she couldn't tell for sure. Who knew, maybe the one cheating was her and by the way this man was looking at her, he knew something that she didn't.

And… what if this was the man she was cheating with on John? No, she definitely couldn't have sunk so low as to do that and let alone with a man John apparently knew.

"Well to start the man is crazy about you; he has been since the moment you two got together and I just couldn't imagine him leaving you here sans memory while he got to work. Not that I blame him, someone has to bring the money in, right?"

Staring him down in distrust, Eve said nothing. There was something about Randy that she didn't quite like and a lot of possibilities started invading her mind.

Whatever it was, he definitely knew something that she didn't and that made her feel in disadvantage. It was weird, but she wished John was there, because even though she couldn't remember her husband, she never felt unnerved with his presence or with the way he looked at her.

"Talking about John, where is he?"

"He went to the lake-" She started to say, meaning to add that he was going to be home soon. But before she could finish her sentence, Randy snorted.

"Meaning that he will be out all day, interesting."

"Well maybe you'll want to come back when he's here."

Tilting his head to the side, Randy breathed in. He was looking at her intently and for some reason, that made her feel in defensive mode. If he did as much as stand up and try to touch her, she was going to break his arm. She didn't know if she was capable of such a thing, but that was the prevailing thought running through her mind.

"You really, really can't remember a thing? No wonder John is going insane over this one." After saying that, he snorted and Eve felt very uncomfortable about it.

"What's so funny about that?"

"No, no, no… there's nothing funny about it and I'm sorry that you are going through this; but I was just wondering how was John coping with it. I mean I don't want to sound tacky but you two were always all over each other if you know what I mean and well, knowing John like I know him, I bet he's trying to play the good guy and thus he hasn't even touched you. I know because he's cranky ever since the accident and that can only mean one thing, that he's not getting any."

At those words, Eve lifted her head and pursed her lips. Randy was obviously talking about hers and John's sex live and that was something she didn't want to discuss with him.

"Anyway, I guess I'll try to catch John out at the lake so… I'll be seeing you later." With that said, Randy stood up, made it to the door and left.

For a while Eve just stared after him, thinking on the things he said. Now, she couldn't put any kind of trust in a guy she didn't know, but apparently that man knew more about her that she knew about herself. John did too, he probably knew things about her that no one else did and yet she couldn't get to fully trust him.

But maybe what Randy said was true, after all John told her that if he was keeping his distance was because he didn't want to pressure her into anything and that spoke volumes about his feelings.

Ah, but there she was thinking that he was cheating and for some reason, that made her feel guilty. He wasn't cheating, he was just respecting her.

Thinking about that, Eve closed the door and turned around and made it upstairs into the bedroom to take a shower and change. When that was done, her mind was a bit clearer and she decided that she was going to cook for him.

He told her once that she was an amazing cook and that day she wanted to make things good for him with something she knew he loved, food. After the events of last night it was the least she could do…

With that in mind, she started to work; she even went as far taking his clean clothes out of the hamper and folding them nicely to put them in his drawers.

She was in the middle of that process when John and Phantom walked in, catching her off guard while she prepared the salad that was to accompany the main dish.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you so soon." She said, her tone more cheerful that anything she has used for him since ever.

At that tone, John frowned but he didn't give it too much thought. "Yeah…"

"Randy was here." She said as if it was nothing while taking something that smelled deliciously out of the oven and placing it over the counter.

"What?" John squealed almost in terror, because if there was something he knew about his friend was that he was never up to any good.

"I don't know why, but he kind of gave me the creeps." Eve said with a shrug and walked to him, leaning forward and kissing him right on the lips.

At the contact, John was a bit surprised, and when she pulled away he grabbed her face in his hands and looked straight into her emerald green eyes. "What was that for?"

It was like Déjà vu as he was sure that was the exact same thing he asked the first time she kissed him. He still remembered that moment, the way she jumped into his arms in a bundle of nerves… the way her lips pressed against his and the way he gave into the moment without thinking about it.

That has been right before Zack caught them and a week prior to discovering that she just kissed him as a way to manipulate him…

Did her boyfriend know about the way she kissed him that night or about the plot of using him to get noticed? Did he really know the kind of woman Eve was?

'Or better yet, do I know the kind of woman that she is?' He asked to himself, realizing that he didn't really know Eve.

Yeah, he knew her to be a total bitch, but could there be more to her than that?

Shrugging and rolling her eyes, the pretty woman blew out a breath. "Can't a woman kiss her husband without being questioned about it?" With that being said, she rose on her tip toes once again and kissed him.

John let her do it even though he couldn't explain why he was letting it happen. All he knew was that his mouth liked the way her soft lips felt against his and when he allowed his tongue to sneak into her mouth, he realized that he liked kissing her.

It was just… nice.

Wrapping one arm around her waist to bring her closer, John thought that in that moment, Eve didn't feel like the devious woman he thought her to be; she just felt like a very desirable woman that tasted like cherry and kissed heavenly.

But… as nice as it was, he needed to remember that this wasn't right.

That was what he was thinking when she finally pulled away and swirled on her heels to walk back into the kitchen, that things were not right and they were about to get worse.

"Lunch will be ready soon," She said, tilting her head up and sending him an unusually warm smile. "I'm going to take another shower and then-"

"Eve, I have to talk to you."

Wrinkling her nose and running the tip of her tongue over her lips, Eve blinked. "About what?"

"About us…"

When he said that, Eve looked away and bit on her lips, her smile dying in an instant.

"Look, I don't think there's an easy way to say this so I'll just say it. We are not married; we never even dated and we don't even get along. We've never been anything more than co-workers, but when the hospital called after your accident I lied and said I was your husband. I don't know why I said it… but I'm sorry."

There, he said it; he let it all out and in a weird kind of way he felt good. But at the same time, he was wondering if it has been a good idea to tell her while she was in the kitchen holding a knife…

"I talked to your brother earlier today and somebody will pick you up soon, maybe tomorrow."

Swallowing hard, he watched as Eve remained stoic, her eyes glued to the salad she was just making and her jaw painfully clenched.

That was not the reaction he has been expecting, and for that same reason he started to get worried.

"I'm going now- you can stay here until you get picked up," Yeah, he has thought about it and while driving there, he decided that he was going to crash at his parent's place or something until Eve was gone.

It was the least he could do.

So, once that was said, he walked out the same way he came, leaving a confused Eve standing in his kitchen.

TBC

Okay, Randy was a bit creepy here, I know, but I swear his only intention was to help John… in his own weird way… o.O