Hello again xD I want to thank you all for sticking with this story, you are truly the best of the best. You should know by now that I love all the reviews you give and that's why I decided to write the longest epilogue in my book! Lol, well, is not an epilogue and more like a bonus chapter and I need to warn you that it's complete silliness. So please, bear with me!

Enjoy

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Maryse was in the elaborate process of applying her Mirenesse Secret Weapon Mascara when she heard the door of the bathroom getting open. She didn't need to take a look back to see who it was, so she continued to slide the thin brush through her eyelashes, after all she didn't want to mess up her makeup that night, she wanted to look her best. But even when she wasn't looking back, she was very aware of the fact that she was being observed.

"Are you done yet?" The raven haired who happened to be standing at the door asked in a bored tone of voice.

She tried to hurry the process and when she was at last satisfied with the way she was looking she finally turned around to face him. "I'm almost done"

"Almost? You have been here for more than half an hour and you are not done yet?" He chuckled, let out an exasperated sigh. "You know, we are just going to grab something to eat, it's not like we are going to a fashion show… or wherever you like to get all dressed for"

Maryse rolled her eyes and placed her hands at her hips. "Well, better dead than simple, you don't want me to go out looking like a mess, uh?"

Phil let out an un-amused laugh; bringing his hand up to his face as if he couldn't believe what he was listening. When his hand slowly slid all the way from his forehead to his chin he sighed again.

"Maryse you look great, just…" He didn't finish and instead he walked to her and grabbed her by the hand, walking away and forcing her to following him out of the bathroom, when they were almost to the door of the room was that Maryse realized that he was walking her out.

"Phil, wait… let me at least put on some shoes… Phil!" She complained and pulled at him until he had no choice but to stop. "Let me get my purse and put on some shoes… God, why the hurry?"

Leaving Phil at the door, the blonde woman walked back into the room and started to look for the perfect shoes that would go with her clothes. She had settled for jeans and a nice shirt so she needed to complement with great shoes.

Like she clearly told Phil, she didn't want to go out looking a mess, not when this could be considered like a first date with Phil… but even when she had an entire suitcase for shoes she couldn't find the ones she needed, she even went to look among Brie's stuff to see if she could find something that would fit.

"Maryse…" Phil called, sounding more than a little impatient.

"Give me a minute" She responded while taking all of her shoes out of the suitcase, she considered among everything she had now scattered on the floor and made her mind for a pair of black boots; but when she was about to put them on she felt Phil grab her by the waist and put her up on her feet. "I'm done I just…"

She was cut off when Phil lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder walking out the door as Maryse complained.

"Phil… what are you doing? Just put me down! Phil my purse"

Phil closed the door and stepped out, ignoring Maryse's pleads that she needed her purse. "Woman don't you know I hate waiting"

"My key was in there…" She sighed as her view was changed from the door to the other side of the corridor. "My lip gloss too… Phil, people are staring at us" Maryse hissed while she tried to sneak out of his hold.

"So? You should have listened to me when I told you to hurry up" He replied without a care as he stopped. For a moment she thought that he was going to let her down but he didn't, he was just standing in place… waiting?

"Phil, I'm serious put me down"

She requested to be put down, but instead she felt as he began to walk once again to a destination unknown. She lifted her head, trying to get a clue to where he was taking her but all she saw was an old couple looking at them disapprovingly, especially the old lady… so she smirked at them and grabbing both her boots in one hand she reached to run her hand all over Phil's back and ending her journey over his ass, giving him a light pat as the woman crossed herself.

And as she bit on her lips to keep from laughing, a set of metallic doors slid close in front of her eyes and she saw the couple no more, just her distorted reflection.

She took that opportunity to try and get a look at her appearance, but attempting to do so through the metallic doors was impossible, a nightmare come true! "Phil…" She whined, and maybe because her tone had an effect on him or because he got tired of holding her, he finally put her down.

Once on her feet she was going to complain about how he had told her that he was going to be nice with her and all that stuff and he still had to keep that promise, but before she could even begin her protests, Phil moved his hand to the back of her head and claimed her lips with his own.

She dropped the boots to the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him nearer even when moments ago he had been not only as close as he could, but also deliciously deep inside of her.

Her body still vibrated from the memory… and she was sure that his scent lingered on her even after she had refreshed in a quick shower

She arched her back into him and smirked into the kiss, feeling his hands slid down to cup her derriere through her jeans. "Hmmm you know what… if you wouldn't have let my key inside that room I would make you take me back there" She said in a low purr.

He snorted, his hands still working on bringing her closer to him. "Really...?" He whispered before kissing her again.

For a moment Maryse forgot all but the man kissing her passionately, all there was for her was to feel and be felt, to enjoy the sensation of him overwhelming her. But he eventually pulled away while she went to lean against the wall behind her, almost as if she was too weak to hold her weight with her own feet.

She bit on her lower lip, her eyes on him as he reached down for her boots to hand them to her. "I think you dropped these"

She took them, and once she put them on she smiled and leaned into him. "I'm starting to like elevators… it's a sexy ride" There was a sly grin on her face as she slid one finger down his chest, and she saw in satisfaction as his eyes followed the progress of her digit until it reached the front of his pants.

Oh she could be bold… and she liked watching his face while her finger teased him, after all she now knew for sure that the crazy attraction she felt for him was mutual…

Obviously!

"So, you are admitting that you liked it when I kissed you that first time?" He grinned but before she could respond the doors opened and they had to step out.

Fortunately, even when he lobby was still busy they were able to walk through unnoticed; the problem came when they were about to exit the hotel they found out that it was raining madly.

"Oh this is fucking great" Phil growled as he looked around.

"Well… we can go into the hotel's restaurant" Maryse said grabbing his hand… the gesture making her feel a bit awkward because this was Phil and their situation, or whatever it could be called was weird.

They had started the wrong way and continued to be wrong up until what, an hour ago? And if they managed to put their differences aside was because they had succumbed into temptation and ended up in bed.

Who was to say that they wouldn't start arguing and all of a sudden be back where it had all started? What if he still thought she was no more than eye candy… or how he once called her, a Paris Hilton with a black belt…?

"Yeah… I guess that's better than nothing" Maintaining her hold on him, the Chicago native turned around and started to walk back into the lobby and towards the restaurant.

Once there, they were showed to a table and the two of them sat, taking the menu card that was handed to them.

Maryse eyed it briefly before looking up at him. "Oh, I don't want to sound like a bad date, but I don't have my purse and that means you'll have to pay" She lifted an eyebrow and went back to looking at her menu.

"Fuck… and here I was hoping you would pay for me" He said without taking his eyes off the menu. "Next time"

She pursued her lips, a smile wanting to break out of her lips as her eyes scanned the menu… next time, she liked that.

"I don't know, maybe next time I can cook something for you…"

That took him his attention off the menu. "You can cook?"

Maryse took her eyes off the menu as well, not knowing if she should feel offended or amused at the way he was looking at her, it was as if he didn't believe she was saying the truth.

"Of course… and quite good I might add. What? You though I had a maid to do everything for me?" She put the menu down and stared at him.

"Well…" He quirked his mouth and then sucked his lip ring into his mouth, as if trying to keep a thought from coming out of his mouth.

She watched him, expecting one of his nasty remarks at any given moment, and he was watching her too, the two of them staring into each other's eyes.

"Not really" He said breaking the silence. "I just didn't picture you as very as a woman with homely attributes" He shrugged, refusing to break the eye contact.

"Oh yes, I think you mentioned something like that once or twice"

He shrugged again. "Well… I usually say what I think; I don't have a filter from my brain to my mouth so… you know"

"I see…"

Their moment was interrupted by the waiter; he took their order and then went off.

"So" Phil said after letting out a deep breath.

Maryse looked to him and opened her eyes wide. "So… you wanted to talk" That was the worst thing to ever go out of her mouth, she usually fell in conversation easily, and if she didn't she just moved on… but with Phil was different, she didn't fell into conversation for lack of a theme, she just didn't want to make a fool of herself and make him believe that all he thought about her was completely right.

She felt awkward.

"Mickie was all excitedly because you did her makeup" He said casually, his olive colored eyes going back to scanning hers hazel ones.

"Really…" She said, not knowing what to make of this or why was he bringing that on.

"That was nice… if you are to look at in a girl's point of view"

She flipped at her hair. "That's me; I'm a nice person that do nice things" Of course she was not going to tell him that she couldn't stand the woman and that if she did such a thing was to take information out of her… information regarding him.

He chuckled. "If you say so… anyway, you never answered my question, did you or did you not liked that I kissed you back in the elevator?"

Maryse blinked, he sure knew how to change the subject. "You mean today?"

"No… you know what I mean"

This time it was her turn to shrug, she did it while running a hand through her hair and sighing. "I don't know… I guess so"

He smirked and leaned against the back of his chair, his eyes never leaving her. After a while of just observing her through squinted eyes, he stood up and moved to the chair beside her, sitting sideways as she watched him in silence. Once there, he made her turn to her side as well so that she could face him.

"You know what I think?" He said pulling her chair closer to his and resting his hands on her knees. "I think that you try too hard to put on this appearance of grandeur in front of everybody, what I don't understand is why"

Maryse smiled, her tongue moistening her lips. "I don't put any appearance for anybody, I am who I am and if people can't deal with it then it's their problem" Besides she was surrounded by the people that mattered.

"So it doesn't bother you that you come off as a snobby, vain Barbie doll?"

"Does it bother you to come off as a jerk, because you know, most of the time you do"

"Ah touché, but the difference is that I am a jerk most of the time…"

"You know, I don't think I like this subject" Maryse said rolling her eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"

Phil took her chin in his hand and brought her face closer to his. "You are too proud, you know that?"

Maryse pouted. "I know that"

With that he smiled and kissed her softly, and even when that conversation hadn't gone so good, his lips told her a different tale, one that wasn't quite done yet.

And so they kissed, communicating in that silence language that told so much, and as their lips told what the other wanted to know somewhere in the distance someone yelped, making them pull apart startled.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, oh my God! Does this mean you don't hate us anymore, oh but if you do I want to say it was all Nikki's idea, it was her, she planned it all" One half of the Bella twins said as she made her way to them, once at their side she hugged them both. "Oh but it worked didn't it? I helped her, I mean Nikki"

"Please excuse this lovely lady, she doesn't know the word discretion" Nick said as he sat in the chair Phil vacated moment ago. "Did you order yet?"

Phil raised an eyebrow and Maryse shrugged, letting him know that she had nothing to do with her friends invading their table.

"Guys, do you realize that we are interrupting these lovebirds?" Nikki said sitting on top of her boyfriend's lap.

"Exactly" Phil said with a smile that told them he was not amused.

"Oh you know you are not my favorite people right now, so I don't know… why don't you look for another table" Maryse said as Brie pulled a chair near to them.

"We are not your favorite people?" Nick laughed. "Come on, if it wasn't for us you'd be moping, Oh Phil doesn't like me… oh Phil ouch! Why did you hit me babe"

"So you learn when to shut your mouth" Nikki replied and then turned to Maryse, who was staring at them with her mouth hanging open. "But you know, he's right"

Phil laughed and turned to look at the French Canadian that was looking everywhere but him. "Moping?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what that means…" She said and she was telling the truth; she was not familiar with the term but she kind of knew what Nick was implying and she didn't like that Phil hear that.

"Phil! There you are, we've been looking for you all over" As if things were not bad already, Mickie, Kofi and Evan were now there as well and they were all nearing chairs to Maryse and Phil's table. "Hi Maryse"

"Yeah but don't worry because we got trapped in this damn place and couldn't go anywhere" Evan said.

"Same thing happened to us… what are we going to do now?" Brie complained.

"I'm starving, so I say we should eat first and think later" Nick said and everyone agreed…

Everyone but Phil and Maryse, they just looked at each other until Phil leaned into her and spoke in her ear. "You have too many friends"

"You too" Maryse smiled as she mimicked his motion of whispering in his ear.

"So… what do you say if we get out of here? I do have the key to my room"

The blonde Canadian bit at her lower lip. "Mmmm sounds good"

Phil grabbed her hand and the two of them got to their feet. "Well, I hope you enjoy your meal, we have to go, bye"

With that Phil started to make his way out, almost dragging Maryse out of the place, but before they could reach the door Mickie called on her.

"Hey Maryse"

The younger woman looked back and raised an eyebrow in query.

"Once he learns to shut his mouth he is not that bad"

Maryse smiled, taking a lingering look at the man that was linked to her through the hold of their hands. He was standing there, sending a grin to his friend that promised retribution… his green eyes sparkling as he changed his gaze to her.

But instead of holding his gaze, Maryse looked back and Mickie and flipped at her hair, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I know"

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