There was nothing more satisfying in the entire world than the feeling of fulfillment you would get deep in your heart after getting even with someone that has done you great harm.
It her case the feeling was bordering in exhilaration… in a way it was even rewarding, and as Eve closed her eyes and rested her head against the marble tub in her bathroom, a smile formed on her lips and a content sight blew out of her mouth.
Yes, ever since she managed to get an upper hand on Cena, she has been feeling extremely blithe and it showed in her spirits. She would smile with no reason at all, there was a surge of adrenaline wanting to break free from the bondage imposed by her flesh and she has even found herself whistling to a random tune as the day passed by.
Summed up, she was as happy as she could get and in her mind things couldn't get better than that… unless of course, she could somehow see the look on John's face as he wondered in dismay what has become of his precious dog.
Snorting, Eve submerged her hand into the warm water of her bubble bath and grabbed a sponge to begin the process of cleaning up. Once in her hold, she dragged it up her leg and bit hard on her lips.
Yes, a lot of people could argue and condemn her doings because in their eyes, what she did was low and pure evil; but to her she was just doing what it was fair. John has messed with her when she was the most vulnerable and that was something she couldn't overlook.
If she would have let it pass, she wouldn't have been able to live in peace with herself and she couldn't let that happen. No, she needed her revenge and she'll be damned if she didn't enjoy it.
Moving the sponge to her other leg, the brunette washed her calves, her thighs and she even brushed it in passing between her legs, but instead of dwelling there she slid it up her stomach and started to rub her flesh in slow circles.
"John, John, John… what's up that you stopped calling." She mumbled the question under her breath, wondering once again about the reason why he ceased the numerous calls he has been making to her.
The last one has been that morning, he called demanding her to tell him the whereabouts of Phantom and like all the previous times, she faked being unable to talk English and hung up on him.
Was it that he gave up in his intents? For some reason she didn't think so, so she needed to be very careful because that man was probably up to no good.
"But I won't let him get the upper hand on me once again, I'm the one in control and he better get that into his head once and for all."
Lifting her feet out of the water and placing it over the border of the tub, Eve breathed in and closed her eyes in relaxation. She remained like that for a couple of minutes, the water soothing her in a way that she loved and her mind clearing off… but then, her phone started to ring and her eyes flew open as her hand automatically reached out for her iPhone.
"There you are." She said with a sly smile as she saw on the screen that it was him. She let it ring a couple of times though before finally answering it.
"Quien habla?" She asked in Spanish in the sultriest voice she could use.
"I'm going to give you one last chance, Eve; tell me where is Phantom and I'm going to let things die here. There will be no hard feelings and we will both move on and forget all about this."
Listening to what he just said, the WWE Diva hummed and for the first time since he started calling, she decided to talk to him in English. "I don't know John; you kept me in your house for a few weeks so maybe I want to keep Phantom for that same amount of time… maybe a while longer."
"That's not gonna happen, Phantom is coming back with me today so tell me where he is."
Now, John sounded serious as he said that and Eve had no doubt that in his mind he truly believed that she was going to be intimidated by his tone, but she wasn't, not even a little bit
"Listen, Cena… drop the menacing tone and stop bothering me. When I decide to send Phantom back to you I will do it in my own terms. Until then leave me alone or I may never want to give him back to you." Her words ended up with a smile from her lips and she even chuckled.
"Fine, let's do this my way then; just don't go saying that I didn't give you a choice to back out from this." With that said, he hung up on her.
Taking the phone away from her ear and staring at it in disbelief, Eve gasped. It was okay though… let him have his little victory as it was going to be a short lived one. "You don't know who you messed up with, John." She said at last and then, putting the phone away, she tried to go back to that nice little place where revenge was sweet and rewarding…
But before her mind could reach that lovely place, the door to her bathroom slammed open and startled, the young woman gasped as her feet slipped into the water making a splash.
"Okay, your little game is over so tell me all about it now."
Feeling her heart beating painfully hard inside her chest and her eyes going as wide as they could go, Eve closed her hands into fists and clenched her jaw hard. "What the hell are you doing here?" And how did he get in? Oh she was going to give hell to the building personal because she wasn't paying for security just so that Cena could break into her apartment as if he owned the damn place.
"You know what I'm doing here so just give me the dog so that I can get out."
His tone was hard, his eyes on her where even harder and suddenly remembering that she was in the tub, naked and exposed, she placed her arm strategically over her chest and lifted her chin up.
Not that it mattered, as the bubbles were probably making a better job at hiding her nakedness from him.
"Get out of here before I call security."
Taking a step further, John grabbed her iPhone and threw it in the bathtub; it went in with a splash and sunk immediately. "Go ahead, call them."
"No…" She began to say in dismay, her hand dropping into the water so that she could rescue her phone. It was in vain though, because when she finally managed to get it out, it was dead. "Look at what you did."
"Get out of there." John said as he watched her, and as he did that, he grabbed a bathrobe that has been lying in the floor and held it at reaching distance so that she could grab it and put it on.
In response, Eve sent him a look that felt as if it was mean to freeze him on the spot. "No; I don't have to do anything you say."
Pursing his lips, John moved even closer, grabbed her arms and forced her up to her feet.
"What do you think you are doing?" The question came out in a shriek and as if by instinct, she pushed him away. "Get your hands off and get out of my house now!"
Backing off and turning his back on her, Cena crossed his arms against his chest. "Go ahead and get dressed as I have no intention of doing this with you naked."
Feeling her face flush in anger, Eve took the bathrobe and covered up, not because he told her to do it, but just because she didn't want to be naked during whatever kind of exchange they were about to have.
"How did you get in here?"
"That doesn't matter, give me what's mine and I'll be out as soon as I came in."
Pursing her lips, Eve tied the robe up front and stepping out of the tub, she started to walk back into her bedroom. "Well I'm sorry to inform you this, but it seems like you will have to go back the same way you came in right now because the dog is not here."
At that, John turned around and followed her. "Then you will have to take me to him so get dressed so that we can get going."
"Well… about that;" Pursing her lips, Eve shrugged and swirled on her feet gracefully. "You see, since the accident my head gets a little fussy and I tend to forget things and well, I kind of forgot where I left him."
"No you didn't, you know exactly where he is so stop being a little bitch and tell me where the fuck I can find him." As he said that, Eve noticed that his words were full of venom and to her that was a clear indication that he was mad.
Good, let him be mad, she thought.
Faking out a gasp, Eve covered her lips with her hand. "John… such a language. I wonder what would your mother think if she finds out how you talk to your loving wife. She's such a sweet lad…"
Before she could finish her sentence, John grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.
"Let's cut the bullshit right here, Eve. You are in all your right to be mad at me and I won't even try to talk you out of feeling that way; but whatever bad feelings there are between us should stay like that, between us, so leave the dog out of it."
Eve shook her head while looking defiantly deep into his stormy blue eyes. "I won't give him back to you, not until I feel like I got even with you and as things are looking, that is not going to happen any time soon. Maybe you should consider getting another pet, you know?"
His grip on her arm tightened and his jaw clenched hard. "No, no… that's not the way it's going to be, Eve…"
"It's going to be however I feel like it, John, or is it that you think that I'm going to let you get away with this? You kidnapped me, so be glad that I'm not putting you in jail for keeping me in your house against my will."
John smiled darkly and tilted his head to the side. "Yeah, and it would be your word against mine. Let's face it Eve, with your reputation I can say that you are throwing accusations out of thin air out of bitterness and everyone will believe it; after all it is common knowledge that I refused you when you were throwing yourself at me and who knows, maybe you didn't handle getting turned down very well."
At his words, Eve's hand shoot up and landed hard against his face, leaving an angry red mark forming on his cheek. On his part John's smile just got wider.
"Did I strike a nerve?"
"Get out or I swear you'll never see Phantom again." She made it to hit him once again, but this time John saw it coming and he blocked the impact and even managed to swirl her around until her back was pressed hard against his stomach and chest.
That way, he held her close. "When did you turn out to be such a little bitch? Look at you." He hissed angrily, grabbing her chin and lifting it up so that she could stare at her own reflection through the mirror. "You have everything you need to have it all; you have beauty, you have wits and you are a strong woman… and yet… you are so rotten deep within and that makes you damage goods."
Her jaw tensed up with his words but she forced herself to keep her eyes locked with his through the mirror. "You know nothing about me so don't speculate, I have everything I want to have and more."
"Do you really? Let's go back to the facts; I kept you in my house for weeks and no one but your brother seemed to miss you. Not even your boyfriend… so think about it, do you really have it all?"
That got to her, but she would be damned if she let him know so forcing a smile, she replied.
"I do have it all; as for me being damage goods? That's hardly accurate and you know it, I mean why make me believe I was your wife if not to take this so called damaged goods into your bed."
He snorted, shaking his head. "My intention was never to get you in my bed. Hell, I could have done that when you were throwing yourself at me and I could have done it back in my house and you would have even enjoy it and maybe even thank me for pouring some life into your dead soul. You know it and I know it; but I didn't do it and you want to know why? Because I have principles and that makes me better person between us."
Wanting to hurt him where she knew it would hurt the most, Eve shook her head. "No, John… you didn't do it because you are not man enough to take what you want; do you think I don't know how bad you want me? Because I do, just as I know that you would rather sit in your high horse and pass judgment on me than do what you really want to do. So no, you are not a better person than me, you are just better at denying things."
"Oh don't try to give me that crap, Eve, your cheap psychology is not going to work on me."
Snorting, Eve bit on her lips. She was getting to him, she knew it and she was not going to rest until he was at mad as she was felling. "Maybe you are the one who is damage goods, I mean does this even work?" She asked, reaching behind her and pressing her palm to his groin. "Hmmm, could that be the reason why your wife left you, because you didn't have the balls to keep her in your bed?"
John's face got a tad somber as he pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue. For a while he said nothing, he just looked at her as if considering things and as he did that, Eve made sure to keep her hand rubbing him fully into life.
"Yeah," He said at last. "And wouldn't you love to see how good it works? I mean that's what you have been looking forward to since last year, right?"
"Not really, I prefer a man who knows what to do with this."
As she said that, Eve gave him a final squeeze and then she dropped her hand away from his already hard member and tried to move away from him, but before she could get too far, he grabbed her waist and made her back up against a wall while he pressed hard against her.
"Not so fast, I'm not done with you just yet." Grabbing her hands, John lifted them and pinned them over her head and with the movement, Eve felt her robe sliding up her thighs.
Her eyes moved up to his darkening ones and she used her tongue to moisten her lips. "Of course you are not, but I am done with you so let me go."
"You know, we can do this all nightlong so let's save us both from a night full of bickering back and forth and tell me where he is."
Eve shook her head. "I told you already, I forgot. It was a long journey and like I told you… I can't remember."
One of his knees sneaked between her legs and she held her breath, waiting for a more intimate touch that never came. "Should I call your boyfriend and ask him, I wonder what would he think about you having another man in your apartment while he is away."
Eve smiled, she didn't know where he got the idea that she had a boyfriend but she was going to humor him. "He'll kick your ass and I'm going to watch him do it."
"Really?" He asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked down on her. "Maybe I'll be the one kicking his ass and yeah, if you want you can come down and watch."
His voice as he said that was low, dark and alluring and she felt a liquid warm sensation settling on her lower stomach. He may not know it, but once upon a time he has made her feel things she had no right of feeling and that he was talking to her like that while his erection pressed insistently against her hip made her think back to the days he would provoke things that were not exactly related to anger.
"And do you really think that beating him is going to make me give you Phantom any sooner?"
He shrugged, settling his hands on her hips. "Probably not."
Eve lifted her head towards him, her eyes finding him looking into hers. "You are right, so if you ever want to see your precious dog again, you better take your hands off, now."
John hummed, but instead of moving his hands away, what he did was slide them down to her thighs before lifting them back up beneath the fabric of her bathrobe. That way he lifted it up to her waist, leaving her exposed down below.
"Are you going to tell me where he is or not?"
"No."
At her response, John settled himself in a position where his erection was pressing right into her core and Eve had to bite down a gasp when he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.
What was going on and why wasn't she stopping him?
"Tell me."
Eve shook her head, holding strong into her resolution of keeping the dog's whereabouts a secret. But it was hard to keep a straight face when the roughness of his jeans rubbing against such a tender spot was alluring in a weird kind of way and she found herself holding her breath.
"Do you realize that I could have you right here, right now?" He asked, moving his face closer to her so that he could talk into her ear. "I would just have to unzip my pants and in a matter of nothing I would have you moaning my name as I fuck you right through that wall."
Eve closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but no word came out. What was she supposed to say anyway? That she would let him do it, that she wouldn't put on a fight if he decided to do as he was saying?
No, she would never tell him that…
"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He asked, pushing harder against her. That movement tore a gasp out of her and pulling his face back so that he could look at her, John smiled. "The bad news for you is that it won't happen, and not because I'm not man enough to do it, but because I don't want it. I don't want you, Eve, my body may think I do but I really don't. Now hurry up and get dressed so that we can go and find my dog; I'll be waiting outside."
As he said that, John turned on her and walked out. He even closed the door on her on his way out.
Grunting, Eve grabbed the first thing that she could grab and threw it against the door. How did she lose her ground so quickly? How did she let him get the upper hand on her once again?
"Ugh, I hate you, John Cena." She said through clenched teeth, "I hate you."