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"Quel idiot" The French Canadian mumbled under her breath while striding back to the hotel.

Yes… he was an idiot and she hated him for having the audacity to kiss her once more. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? He was no one and he had no right… and why didn't she stop him? The least she could have done was to slap that stupid smirk off his face and make him wish he had never laid his lips, his eyes and his hands on her.

But it wasn't as if she just let him do it; she had tried to push him off… at first, but he was a lot stronger and what could she have done when he was forcing himself on her?

She had no other option but to let him carry on…

Oh but that was never to happen again! He better hold on to that memory forever in his perverted mind because he was never again going to get an opportunity like it, she was not going to allow it.

Without taking a break from her fast pace she brought her hands up to her head and took off the elastic band that held her hair up in her head, letting it cascade down her back in golden waves.

"Maryse, wait!"

Taken out of her thoughts, the blonde turned her head in time to see one half of her duo of girlfriends hastily making her way towards her. She was dripping wet and that one she could also blame on Phil; but unlike her, Brie didn't seemed to have minded the dip.

When the raven haired finally caught up with Maryse she grabbed her by the shoulders to make her stop. "Please tell me you didn't kill Phil"

Maryse snorted, her mouth hanging open as she stared at her friend… how could Brie know? "What?"

"I told him not to go after you; I knew you were going to be pissed and that you were going to rip his limbs apart upon seeing him. I told him but he didn't listen to me and went off after you… did you see him yet?"

Maryse allowed the tip of her tongue to break out of its cave to run briefly over her lips; she then took a deep breath that was supposed to help her calm the rising anger that menaced to resurface; it didn't help at all.

As she saw it, Phil knew that she was going to get mad if he showed up where she was and he did it nonetheless to piss her off and to mess with her head. Hell, as far as she knew forcing a kiss on her had been part of his wicked plan all along, and she, like the idiot that she was fell for it.

"Oh come on Maryse, it was all in fun so please accept his apology when you see him and try not to kill him… much; just remember that he helped us this morning. Anyway, where is your stuff?"

Once again Brie took Maryse out of her wandering thoughts and brought her back to reality.

Her stuff… in her hurry she had left them back there.

She blinked a couple of times, thoughts of going back there and telling Phil a thing or two rapidly invading her mind. She knew she shouldn't go to him; common sense was telling her to go back to her room or maybe to the beach with Brie, to let everything cool off before facing the man… if facing him at all.

Yes, that's what she should do, put everything behind and move on; after all it was just a kiss…

But instead of listening to the voice of reason that dwelled somewhere in her, she turned around, ignoring Brie, her common sense and everything but that nagging feeling in her gut that wanted retribution.

So she walked away, back toward the place she had been a few minutes ago and where her things and Phil awaited, she was ready for everything.

Oh she was going to tell him all right! Just because he couldn't control his obvious infatuation for her didn't mean that he could go kissing her every time he felt like it! No, she didn't like that; she was no public property that he could use at will.

She was Maryse, and she was the one who chose who she wanted to kiss and where. For all she cared he could look as much as he pleased, but her body was a temple and he needed to learn how to keep away.

That, she was going to tell him.

When she was about to turn at the corner of the building she wanted to enter, a solid mass came in her way and she collapsed against it, almost going down to the ground with the force of the impact.

But before she could do such a thing as to falling down, a pair of hands grabbed her and steadied her, and just when she was about to brush them away to keep going her way she realized that those hands, those imprudent hands belonged to no other than the man she was looking for.

Without thinking it twice and without giving him time to prevent it, she brought her hand up and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

Later that day, she would recall the incident in slow motion; right now she just observed as his head jerked abruptly to the side to then straighten back to face her.

It felt so good to see the look on his face as she did so that she had to smirk slyly, content with herself because she finally managed to pull it off without him stopping her.

Her moment of triumph didn't last long but it was so sweet that she didn't even care when he finally came back from his surprise.

When he finally reacted he maneuvered to have her, like too many times before, pinned against the wall and with her arms imprisoned in his steel grip above her head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He spat angrily, venom in his voice as she glared at him defiantly.

"You are what is wrong with me" She responded in the same manner, anger making her accent sound thicker. "What makes you think you have the right to kiss me whenever you feel like it?"

"Oh that" He said in a bored tone, his eyes burning into hers. "Don't tell me you are mad because of that"

"Yes I am, you don't ever…"

"Cut it already blondie, it was only a kiss and to tell you the truth it wasn't that great anyways. So why don't you quit bitching about it and let me be"

Maryse lips parted open and she had to gasp as his words hit her with the force of a blow; she couldn't believe the nerve of him and there was nothing more that she wanted in that moment than to slap him once again… no, she wanted to hit him, to make him swallow his words.

"You know what?" She asked, her lips parted slightly because she was still trying to grasp everything in her mind. "I won't stop bitching about anything; you forced yourself on me and that makes you nothing but a disgusting degenerate of the lowest kind!"

"Yeah, yeah I might be all that but that didn't stop you from responding to me… you kissed me back so I'll take that you didn't find me disgusting back then"

Maryse tried to break free of his hold but it was all like déjà vu, he was too strong. "I didn't kissed you back"

Lies… she knew it, he knew it.

He laughed. "Yeah, go ahead and try to fool yourself with that, I know very well that you did and I know that you liked it. I also know that you can't put that manipulative mind of yours to understand why you liked it or why you want more… but I can tell you why that is"

"Don't be ridiculous, I didn't it like it and I definitely don't want more; so not only you are a pervert but you are also delusional" She said with a snarl… suddenly very aware that she was only in her little blue bikini and he very shirtless and wearing only some boardshorts. He was also very close to her, enough so that his body was brushing hers in an inadequate manner.

She hated to admit it and she would rather not do it out loud, but in some wicked kind of way her body liked his closeness, the way he held her at his mercy and the way his eyes delved into hers.

Well, that was her body at least, because her mind surely wanted him far away from her.

"Right… and that's why you came back, because you don't want more" He whispered and she froze when one of his hand slid down to her waist, his voice low and raspy while his face inched to hers.

This was the moment she was supposed to push him away; his hold on her was now only one handed and it was time to tell him off and end the nonsense once and for all. But she didn't, she just stood there, holding her breath and watching…

And just when he was close enough for her to feel his breath brushing against her lips and when she was so sure he was going to kiss her again he pulled back, smiling and eyes shining.

"You want it because you are bored and tired of being worshipped by your retinue of flatteners and fan-boys" He tilted his head but not even once did he broke the eye contact with her. "You want it because even when you love to hear an excess of sweet empty words whispered in your ear to keep your vanity alive and growing you want more…"

He brought her hands down to her sides and still, she just stood there, immobile and lost in his eyes and his closeness.

When she came back to her, she wrinkled her nose and lifted an eyebrow. "You are good with all this ridiculous talk about me wanting you, but the fact remains that you are the one that wants it, you are the one that insist on kissing me and cornering me every chance you get. You want me and it kills you to know that you can't have me"

She smirked, biting playfully on her lips because she knew she had a point there.

But as a response another one of those grins of his appeared on his face. "Oh but I could; I think I already proved twice that I can have you anytime… I could have you right now, right here if I really wanted to" His arm circled her waist and he closed the almost nonexistent distance that separated them.

And damn her treacherous body for reacting with something very similar to a bolt of electricity running down her spine at the contact of his body against hers…

"In your dreams" She responded by placing her hands on his shoulders, ready to push him away but not doing it yet.

"Most likely in yours" He let go of her and took a step back, giving her a look head to toe. "I kissed you to prove a point and because I wanted to know if there was a way to melt the Ice Queen… and of course, now that I know the answer I have no interest whatsoever. I told you you are not my type, I mean look at you, you may have the looks but you still have a long way to go for me to take real notice of you. You are like a Paris Hiton with a black belt and I like women with substance, more real; and at that you fail. You walk through life wriggling your body around to get what you want, wrapped up in your own little world and expecting everything and everyone to fall at your feet but guess what, not going to happen here" He lifted both his eyebrows and gave her a smile that held no amusement, then he turned around and left.

For a moment Maryse remained there, her eyes wide open and her mouth almost to the floor. She couldn't believe he said all those things and then left her there, angry and perplexed about the whole situation… and yes, she was also a bit mortified that she had almost let him kiss her again!

"That bastard!" The cursed to no one because she was all alone; her only companion had been him and he was gone.

She closed her eyes and counted to ten… in French because there was a cloud in her head that prevented her from thinking clearly… let alone in English.

But the counting thing didn't calmed her down, in fact when she opened her eyes again everything seemed worse than what it really was, when she opened her eyes she only saw red.

She hated him; oh how much she hated him! And how could she had been stupid enough as to let him kiss her, not once but twice… and why not, almost a third time.

And then she just let him say all those things to her without saying or doing anything! He didn't know her and he had no right to say those things.

She grunted and finally moved from the spot he had left her; she moved to the door of the building and to the interior of it to look for her things.

There was no going back to the beach for her, she wanted to let all her anger go away and the only way she knew how to was getting physical… oh and she wanted to get physical with him, to hit him to the point of exhausting herself. Unfortunately that wouldn't do so she planned on a full work out before the show.

She found her things exactly where she left them, but she also found Mickie. She was still there, under the spray and so happy like she only knew.

Maryse saw her and grabbed her things, but instead of walking out she went to the petite woman and turned the shower off. "Your boyfriend is a jerk, a disgusting creature and a waste of air!"

Mickie stared at her. "Wow… I didn't know I had a boyfriend, but if he is as you describe him I don't think I want to meet him"

Maryse rolled her eyes and waved her off with a motion of her hand. Those two deserved each other and she wished them lots of ugly things in their pathetic lives.

After getting that off her chest the fuming blonde stormed out, leaving Mickie a bit perplexed but not too preoccupied about what just happened.

"Ugh…" She mumbled once she was out the building. "C'est vraiment des conneries" She didn't know why she was so angry; Phil was nothing but a stupid ass that was thankfully out of her life.

And she didn't know why she should worry about him or what he thought about her; she was pretty sure that by the end of the night she was going to forget about Phil, about his lips and the way her body seemed to have a liking for him… by the end of the night she was going back to being herself and there was no Phil in this world that was going to ruin it for her…

TBC?