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I hope you enjoy this short chapter as well so let me know what you think; I'm curious to know what you think should happen next and who knows, I might listen… lol

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After getting only three hours of sleep, Maryse sat in one of the tables at the catering area of the hotel, nibbling at the fruit in her plate and wondering why she was scheduled to be in such an early flight.

She hated early flights and she hated to get out of bed at such ungodly hours, and in that particular morning she felt that it was too bright, too noisy and too damn early to be up… she only wanted to get back to the sweet comforts of bed and sleep the day away.

"Good morning" Came the voice of a very joyful Nikki. She sat down in the chair next to her and smiled brightly at the two women there; Maryse and Brie.

Brie mumbled something and Maryse ignored her completely, hiding her tiredness under her new sunglasses and a touch of her M.A.C. foundation.

Nikki didn't seemed to mind the blonde, it was no secret knowledge that Maryse was not an early raiser and that she needed at least ten hours of sleep to function properly, so adding her lack of sleep to the few drinks they all had the previous night and she knew Maryse was not a very happy person that morning.

"So how did it go last night?" Nikki asked, pulling her chair closer to her friend and waiting for the confessions to begin.

Maryse tilted her head to look at her. "What do you mean how everything go?"

"Come on don't play dumb with me; with Phil, how did it go?"

"Oh that" Maryse pinched a pineapple with her fork and brought it up to her mouth, chewing at it without haste as Nikki expected her answer.

"Well?"

Maryse sighed, the last thing she wanted was to revive the events of the previous night, but she knew Nikki was not going to let the matter slip away easily. "It was bad. Then Brie came puking all over the place and things turned fatal… oh by the way, thank you very much Nikki, you really were a lot of help"

The Canadian rolled her eyes after throwing her sarcastic comment at her friend, then she took another portion of fruit into her mouth and occupied herself with eating it, trying to leave her mind blank and not with the humiliating fact that she awfully rejected…

"Aww… Brie! I told you not to go into your room last night"

The other twin looked at the two of them, a puzzled expression on her face. "What? And where was I supposed to go?"

"Good morning angels" Nick said taking a seat in the table and placing a plate of food in front of her girlfriend and one in the place he sat.

He also looked extremely joyful that morning… Maryse couldn't get either of them, or anyone around her who was talking and chatting amiable while she felt so miserable.

"So Maryse spill it out, how did it go with you and Phil last night? You got him didn't you?"

Maryse dropped the fork in her plate, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Can we drop the Phil's theme, please?" She said a bit annoyed. How was she supposed to erase him from her mind if everyone was going to bug her about it?

She shouldn't have told anyone!

"What's with all this talk about Phil?" Brie asked from her place, looking way more miserable than what Maryse felt.

"Nothing" The blonde said before Nikki could open her mouth. "Nothing happened with him and nothing will ever happen with him so let's drop this already" She said giving her friend a warning look.

"Ok… so I'll take this nothing didn't turn very well" Nick said before moving closer to Nikki to kiss her, Maryse saw them and rolled her eyes.

"You people should not feast in front of the starved" Brie said and Maryse smiled the first smile of the day.

"Totally" She took the fork back in her hand but she had lost all desire to eat. If she could only get a huge mug of French vanilla coffee her day could improve greatly.

"So I went to the gift shop and guess what I bought you?" Brie said to Maryse as her sister and Nick continued to kiss across the table"

Maryse beamed, turning to her friend. "You bought me something?"

"Yeah… just a little something, you know, for not taking pictures of me last night like you said you would"

Maryse smirked. "I would never do that to you…" The truth was that she was in her own world of misery to preoccupy herself with Brie puking her guts out in their hotel room. "So what is it?"

Brie grabbed a shopping bag and fumbled through it before taking out a few candles, they were shaped like cupcakes and they were the cutest thing ever. "Vanilla scented, your favorite"

"Oh my God… can I eat them?" Maryse laughed and brought them to her lips, giving the impression that she was going to bite them.

"NO!" Brie yelped and took them off her hands. "I don't want you to get sick here, imagine how it would feel to vomit wax"

"Ewww" Maryse said trying not to imagine that, and then, as she was going to thank her friend a voice came to interrupt her.

"That's nothing; she's bionic so I don't think that will harm her, besides, only Maryse can make something weird as eating a candle sexy"

Maryse laughed and flipped at her hair. "Thank you Matt, you are sexy too" After saying that she turned her head to the side to give a smile to Matt, only that her smile faded away when she saw who was with him.

She lifted an eyebrow as Matt winked and kept going, Phil on his part gave her a passing glance and no more.

"So do you like it? I would have given you something more but that's the best thing they had in that store"

The blonde looked back at her friend, smiling. "I love it" She took the candle back in her hand and sniffed at it. It was decided, she was Maryse, the sexiest of sexy and she was not going to let something as simple as a man like Phil bring her down.

He was so not worth her time.

She had her friends and a million admires to choose from, so she was not going to waste another thought on him. And what was that about liking him anyway? She must have acquired brain damage or something…

Or maybe it was a psychological malfunction provoked by the fact that he was the only human being in the entire planet who didn't want her.

She laughed out loud at her own thoughts; maybe he was the one with brain damage… yes, that must be it. With the smile still gracing her lips, she made a waving motion with her hand directed at no one in particular and flipped at her hair once more.

Brie gave her a funny look and Maryse hugged her. Yes, getting over him was going to be easy; he was the one who was going to have a hard time when he finally realized he let the opportunity pass away and then she was going to be the one laughing.

She knew it and she was ready to move on.

After breakfast, Maryse and her friends went back to their rooms to finalize the packing process, after that was done they checked out and got ready to leave.

That's how Maryse ended dragging her thee suitcases through the parking lot and towards the rental car. She was trying to be careful because in more than one occasion she has broken a few nails dragging suitcases, she didn't want this to be another one of those cases.

But it was hard; she only had two hands and too many suitcases.

"Wow… did you really needed three suitcases for a four day trip?"

Maryse smiled a fake smile and looked at the man who was now walking by her side, he only had one suitcase and he seemed to have no problem whatsoever with it.

"Yes, some people don't like to wear the same clothes all over again, you know?" She went back to look the way ahead of her and not at the tattooed man. The truth was that she had only brought two suitcases from LA, the third one was acquired along the way and he was part of the reason why.

If he hadn't been playing with her mind she wouldn't have gotten into a shopping madness; so yes, that was another proof that he had turned what was supposed to be a fun trip into a nightmare. But she was not going to tell him that… not when she was about to wake up and leave everything behind.

He chuckled. "Are you implying that I've wearing the same clothes all this time?"

She looked at him, she didn't knew if he did or not but who cared, he sure didn't look as if he had a nice taste when it came to his wardrobe. "Yes"

"You know, you were a lot nicer last night" He said with one of those grins that made her want to slap him all over again.

Why did he enjoy torturing her?

"Yeah… well, I was drunk" She lied because she wasn't drunk last night; but he didn't have to know that either. In fact, if the subject was addressed any further she was going to blame everything on alcohol; then she could move on and maybe even forget it ever happened, and hopefully so would he.

"So, does that means you jump people when drunk? How come that doesn't surprise me?"

Maryse quirked her mouth and swallowed down the urge to say a thing or two to him; he was really the ultimate jerk and God she wanted so bad to make him take his words back with the palm of her hand.

But that was probably what he wanted because he was a wicked man and he took some kind of pleasure on messing with her.

She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "You know what they say, people make the dumbest mistakes when drunk, and well, last night was one of those times, probably the worst ever. Oh but let it be said that at least I was nice to you for a brief moment while you on the other hand had been nothing but a jerk"

They arrived to her car and she opened the trunk. With a little bit of effort and trying hard to ignore his presence, she lifted one of the suitcases and put it in, and as she went with the second one she felt him grab her elbow to make her turn around.

She was going to protest the intrusion but whatever she was going to say was forgotten when she felt his lips crash against hers.

Talk about intrusion… and what had the world come to when his soft lips and his fruity taste felt too familiar to her?

No, this was not supposed to be happening.

She moaned a muffled protest into his mouth, trying to make him stop, but that was either ignored or taken as encouragement because he kept his intrusion; and then as if with a life of their own her hands came to rest peacefully on his chest… no, this was not supposed to be happening, and yet it was.

It only took her a few seconds to give in completely into him, returning the kiss as his hands brought her face closer to his, making their kiss deeper.

This was definitely not like their previous bruising kiss were everything he took was by force of demand and everything she gave matched his brutal ways; this kiss was more laid back and much more about tasting and enjoying, about knowing the other.

And she didn't know what was with her or why was she kissing the man that had tormented her mind for the past few days, the man that moments ago she was determined to ignore for all eternity.

But how could she ignored him when he was robbing her every breath with those lips, when his hands had slid down to her lower back and his body was cornering against the car?

She didn't think she could ignore this… not now.

She was irrevocably at a lost when it came to him and he knew it, he probably saw through all the nonsense she said about being drunk and he was probably doing this just to torment her. She knew that after pulling back he would talk about how easy it was to make her melt for him or how easy she was that she was letting him kiss her in the middle of the parking lot or something hurtful like that.

But even when she knew all that she couldn't pull away from him, so she just let him kiss her senseless as she kissed him back, allowing her hands to roam to his back, pulling him closer, enjoying the feel of his body against hers as his tongue probed her and blew her mind away.

But then he finally pulled away… yes, once again he was the one who pulled away and Maryse just remained with her eyes closed, not quite ready to hear the verbal assault she knew was coming.

But instead, he moved his hand up to her chin and lifted her face to him. A little hesitant, she opened her eyes to his green ones.

"There, now you can say that for a brief moment I was also nice to you" He raised both his eyebrows and then walked away.

As he moved away Maryse saw Brie, standing with her mouth hanging open and looking at her dumfounded, she was also carrying three suitcases. "What was that?"

Maryse threw her head back and covered her face with her hands, still flustered about what just happened and still trying to wrap everything in her mind.

It was simple, he kissed her… but what a kiss it was! She felt like floating around and that was something she never felt before, not even whit his previous kisses.

She took a deep breath and looked back at her friend, her hands sliding down to her neck. "I don't know Brie, I don't know…"

TBC