Here is attempt #2! Please give me some feedback if you can. I want to know what you guys and gals think..

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Chapter 2

"Can I help?"

Maryse's head shot back, searching for the source of that voice. Her eyes eventually locked on the hooded figure, a vaguely familiar smirk sitting on his lips. Even if the smirk hadn't been familiar, the lip ring and furry beard were a dead giveaway for Phil—or CM Punk as he was known in the ring. His hand was outstretched like he already knew she would say yes. Although she wanted to be strong, she knew she couldn't do this on her own right now.

"Yes, th—thank you," she shivered. Her teeth were chattering, which didn't go unnoticed by the man. Without any hesitation, he removed the hooded jacket he was wearing and placed it around her small, bare shoulders. The gesture was small, but at the moment it meant everything to her.

"Ok princess, hop in," he said. She still couldn't get over the wave of calm that came over her when he spoke. She stood, slightly confused for second, before replying with the only words she could manage.

"My name is Maryse," she retorted. Well, smooth… she thought, embarrassed with her attempt at conversation.

He let out a small, soft chuckle before simply saying, "Yeah, I know. We have met before."

"Thanks for the offer, Phil, but I can get myself to the hotel." She knew that was a total lie, but she was too embarrassed by her current situation to allow him to accompany her back.

Normally, she was a strong, sexy, independent woman. It wasn't like her to take help from others, especially men. Men with such soothing voices as his…

"Don't worry princ—I mean Maryse," he said, trademark smirk plastered on his face. "I just want to make sure you get there in one piece. You seem pretty shaken up."

If only he knew the half of it, she thought, as she shuffled to the other side of the rental car and slid into the passenger seat.

The drive was relatively quiet, Punk only asking necessary questions, like which hotel she was in. He seemed to be respecting her privacy and her space, which was an extremely refreshing treatment. She knew if it were Mike, he would be asking a hundred different questions and diving head-first into her business. They were almost at the hotel when her shivers began turning into violent shakes. She knew she couldn't blame these on being cold for much longer. She had to get to her room. She had to find her Miz…

-Phil-

Phil had definitely noticed the severity of her tremors from the corner of his eye, but he knew she wasn't going to talk about it. That last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, so he settled for just watching her silently.

As he was checking on her condition, he couldn't stop his eyes from checking her out. She was still in a very short, tight dress from her promo earlier in the evening. It didn't leave much of her long, gorgeous, toned legs unexposed. His hoodie over her shoulders made for an almost hilarious contrast. It was huge, ratty and dark, and practically fell off of her small frame. In a less uncomfortable situation, he would find her attractive. Mezmorizing, even…

He was snapped back to reality when her eyes latched on to his. She was giving him a small yet determined look.

"I'm fine, alright?" she snapped. That's when he realized how truly bad she was shaking. Luckily, they were pulling into the hotel lot before she said anything else to him. He turned off the car and went to grab her bag out of the trunk.

"I'm not helpless, you know," she growled. She snatched her bag from his hands and began to make her way toward the hotel doors. Unfortunately for her, about halfway there she collapsed under her own weight. Phil was at her side in seconds, effortlessly picking her up bridal style, and carrying her the rest of the way.

She was too weak to put up a fight this time, which made Phil's job much easier. He asked her for permission to find her key card in her bag, which she gave him. Finding the card and room number, they headed straight there. He struggled to open the door and hold her at the same time, but finally managed and set her softly on the king sized bed in the suite.

"What can I do to help you, Maryse?" He asked. He barely knew her, but for some reason, he was seriously concerned about the French-Canadian beauty.

She continued to shake violently, muttering just a few words. "Mike… please… get my Miz…"

Figures he thought. A girl like her would definitely have a man already.

Almost as if he already knew, Mike "The Miz" stormed through the door with a brown paper bag under his arm.

"Knew you wouldn't be strong enough," Mike chuckled darkly. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Phil standing there. Glaring intently at the straight edge star, Mike simply said, "You're services are no longer needed here, Punk."

Phil, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable, gave an awkward wave/bow combination to Mike before heading towards the door. Really, Phil? He thought, almost cursing himself under his breath. You couldn't have thought of something more clever or natural than whatever the hell that was?

His focus shifted back to Maryse, though, as he wondered how Mike was going to get her feeling better. He knew better than to ask him right now. He had already embarrassed himself once in the last thirty seconds. No use going for a record or anything.

He closed the door to the vision of Mike throwing Punk's hoodie off of her and digging through his brown bag. Phil started the short trek to the elevator, which would take him to his own room in the same hotel. It was probably wrong of him—and it definitely went against his rule of not getting involved with co-workers—but he knew he was probably going to see Maryse in his dreams later that night…

-Maryse-

Mike wasted no time stripping off the black jacket Phil had loaned her. She visibly pouted, immediately missing the soft cloth around her. Was that warmth from the coat or who it was from?

He pulled all of the necessary ingredients out of the bag and prepared the syringe. Tying the band around her arm to make her vein bulge, he injected the drug hastily into her blood stream.

Physically, she felt a sense of relief, knowing the shaking would soon stop. Mentally, she was kicking herself for giving in yet again. She had told herself she would stop. She said last time was going to be the final time, but it looks like she couldn't keep that promise to herself.

"I'm not going to keep supplying you, bitch," Mike growled coldly. "I'm not regularly getting any from you anymore, so you're going to have to get your own."

"Please, Miz…" Maryse whispered. "Whatever you need from me… I need this stuff. I need you," she pleaded. She was so disgusted with the words that were coming out of her own mouth, but she couldn't seem to stop them from coming out.

A low, almost vicious chuckle left Mike's throat. "I knew you wouldn't hold out on me, whore," he said confidently. He crawled on the bed and held himself up, hovering over her. "After all, I need my payment for this time…"

With that, he greedily pressed his lips to hers, immediately searching for the zipper on her dress. She began going through the familiar motions with Mike, feeling sick by her own actions for letting it get this far again. Before she could lose herself in thought, he was forcing her hands down his jeans and she was preparing herself mentally for the moments ahead.

OK, I know this chapter was a little dark, but I promise it will get better! You've got to hit the bottom to appreciate the top, right? :)
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