Genre: Romance/Life
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: All famous names, characters; belong to either WWE or TNA.
Contains: Mildly Explicit Scenes, Mild Language, Professional Wrestling
Do not read if you do not like the contents. Thank you.
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Phil sat on the couch waiting for the beautiful French-Canadian. Oh he was going to have so much fun tonight. No, he wasn't planning to have sex with her. All he wanted was to see if Maryse would act different when the cameras were off. Now, if she wanted to bang the straight edge superstar, he wouldn't deny.

"Maurice, hurry up!" he yelled.

"Don't call me that! That's not my name. It's Maryse!" she yelled back in her thick French accent.

"What ever your name is, hurry your ass up. I don't have all night." Phil answered, putting his head back against the couch.

Maryse walked out of her bed room dressed in a red cocktail dress, black Louis Vuitton's, and her hair straight and shiny. God, she looked stunning.

"Nobody said that you had to take me out. Which I don't even understand why you are." she spoke

Phil looked up and it was like he was dazed. How she looked in his eyes, Maryse did not disappoint. She was gorgeous. The woman really did know how to tease a man. Her red cocktail dress was showing her toned legs off as if she knew how much it drove Phil crazy. There was no denying her beauty when it came to looking sexy. But Phil wanted to see the other side of her. The side where he knew she would look wonderful in a pair of sweats with no make up on. That side. Though, he wouldn't deny, this side of her was pretty tempting.

"Something wrong?" she asked as she saw him looking at her.

"Uh, no – nothing at all. You..." he paused, licking his lips. "you look beautiful, Maryse."

A smile crossed her face hearing his tone. She thought he would have said 'sexy' but hearing 'beautiful' was a different expectation that she wasn't prepared for. "Thank you, Philip."

He returned the same smile. Phil got up and walked over to her, handing her a flower.

"Where did you get this?" she asked surprisingly.

"I actually have a bouquet of flowers in the car. I just grabbed one and put it in my coat. I thought you'd like it." the corner of his mouth made a faint smile.

Maryse sighed. "That's so sweet. I didn't get you anything though. I'm sorry."

"Maryse?"

"Hmm?" she hummed.

"You're being nice to me." he smirked.

Her face – that was once smiling – turned into a cold stare. "I am not."

Phil stepped a little bit closer. "You are too." That gorgeous grin on his face.

"I thought it was sweet. So?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest. " That doesn't mean I like you or want to go out with you. You are forcing me into going."

"I'm what?" he chuckled. "Forcing you? Did you really just say that? I just asked and you didn't refuse. Well, you did but you didn't refuse as much as you should have or intended too. Or else I wouldn't be here, standing in front of you in that gorgeous dress that fits your body so perfectly and those amazing stilettos – with your hair done to perfection. Now...would I?"

Maryse arched an eyebrow. "Are you trying to prove something?"

Phil got once step closer to her, their bodies inches apart. "Maybe I am. Maybe..I'm not. Whatever you want to think, love."

Maryse closed her eyes and opened them back up. "I don't know if you're trying to win me over or not, but stop. Because you're not going to get too far."

"Are you sure?" Phil's hands slowly made their way around Maryse's hips. Oh, the way his hands fit just perfectly around her curvaceous form.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stunned at his sudden approach.

"What do you think?" his voice came out as a whisper as he slowly pulled her to him. The front of their bodies touched. Maryse looked up at him, blinking a few times.

"Phil," she began slowly. "I-"

But he hushed her with one finger on her lips. "Don't speak. Just...think." he whispered. "Think of what it would be like to be with me. Of what it would be like to be held in my arms. Of the things I would be able to do with you when you let those walls down that you built so high up. Think of what it would be like to kiss me, to let me make your nights...awoken."

Maryse's eyes became darkened. Was she really falling for his words? Was she really thinking about those things that he just mentioned? Her hands went around his large arms as she got closer to him. Her lips barely touching his as she spoke, "As good as those things sound," she began. "I'm already taken."

To be continued? xx