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John was being checked out by the hotels on call doctor, while I was giving a statement to the police.

"Yes officer there were two men." I said

"And you said you recognized one of the assailants?"

"Yes. It was his eyes I can never forget those eyes. It's not an eye color you see everyday. They were the eyes of someone I use to be close to."

"Who is the person you are convinced was in your hotel room tonight."

"His name is Michael. He was my fiancé."

At that moment John came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist in a show of support.

"Officer is there much more information you need? My fiancé is shaken up and I would like for her, both of us to get some rest."

"All we need is a description of the two men then we can use it to check against the hotel security cameras to see who has come in and out of the hotel the past day or so."

"Michael is 6'2", he is Korean and white with jet black hair, honey colored eyes and solid build. Oh and he has a tattoo of a cobra wrapped around his left bicep."

John gave a description of the other man that I didn't really see. From John's description the other man sound like Michaels personal assistant Gregory. Michaels tattoo of a snake really seemed fitting for him right now.

"Thank you both for your statements. We will get right on this. How long will you be in Canada for?" The officer asked.

"I am scheduled to leave at the beginning of next week. My fiancé was only here for two days, but she will be staying by my side until I leave. So I can keep an eye on here." John said pulling me closer to him which I thought was not possible.

"We would appreciate you and your investigative team being 100% discreet about this matter. As well a your staff I said to the hotel concierge."

"Of course." They said in unison.

I knew if any of this situation got out it would not look good. Before this situation occurred I wasn't planning to stay until the end of the week. I had interviews to conduct and articles to write. But I saw how worried John was and I wanted to help ease his mind so I didn't object to staying. I would just rearrange my schedule. John contacted the director and told him he couldn't make it to the set the next day because a crazed fan attacked him. We didn't want the real reason coming out publicly. The director wished John well and took the next day to film scenes John would not be in. While John was on the phone with the director I called Linda.

"Hey Athena, how was your surprise?"

"It was amazing and perfect. Thank you for helping."

"What's wrong? You don't sound happy." Linda said alarmed.

"Something happened."

"What, spill it already."

I explained to Linda what happened.

"That bastard! I'm sorry he messed up your evening. What did John say about Michael?"

"Nothing yet, the police just left and now John is on the phone with the director telling him he can't make it to the set tomorrow. Oh he just got off the phone. Gotta go."

"Keep me posted."

John was not happy and I understood why. Before I could walk over to him the hotel concierge approached.

"Mr. Cena and Mrs. Cena" He said gesturing with open arms as if he was waiting for us to run into them.

"Yes" John said with a very serious tone.

"We here at the hotel are outraged at what happen to you and your wife to be. We have never had an incident like this ever in the history of this hotel. We express our deepest and sincerest apologies."

"How could it be that someone was able to get a copy of our room key to enter our room in the first place?!" John said with an edge to his voice. I have never seen John this angry before. And this should be the last thing on my mind but he looked incredibly sexy at this very moment.

"We are looking into the matter sir. We are extremely embarrassed by the situation. And I know this doesn't make up for it at all but we have moved your accommodations to our exclusive VIP suite on the top floor, the Penthouse. It has a private elevator that only you and myself would have a key to. It needs a code to work as well. Also all your meals from the start of your stay until you check out will be on us."

The concierge lead us down stairs to the main floor and took us to a glass and gold door discreetly located on the side of the check in desk.

"This is your private elevator." He said gesturing with his arm like Vanna White would do with a word puzzle. He took out a gold plated card and stuck it into a gold slot next to the door. He entered a 3-digit number and the elevator came to life with the doors opening. We stepped in to the glass enclosure. Any other time I would think this was amazingly beautiful but with what just happened nothing was impressing me. Once the elevator doors opened, we were directly in the penthouse living room.

"This room rents for $12,000 US dollars a night. You will be the first to use it since it was finished only two weeks ago."

"I am not concerned about what the room cost. What I am most concerned with is you finding out how was my privacy invaded so easily."

"Yes Mr. Cena I am handling the matter personally. Hotel staff is being questioned at this very moment."

I knew the last thing this hotel wanted was as lawsuit or any bad publicity so it benefited them to get this matter solved quick. I saw that John was really getting tense so I walked behind him and started to rub his shoulders.

"We are also providing the both of you with two of our couples spa packages that you can enjoy in the Penthouse or at the spa."

"How long do you think it will take to review all the footage from the security cameras" John said in a low tone.

"It's 12:40 now so by morning. I have hotel security reviewing footage as we speak."

"And our belongs?" I added.

"They are being packed right now and I will bring them up once everything is accounted for. I will leave them here in the foyer if that's fine with you."

"That will be fine. We will be looking to hear from you by 9am." John said

Before leaving the concierge gave John and I each a gold plated card with a barcode on it and gave us the 3-digit code. I saw how tense John was getting. So I went to draw him a hot bath to ease his muscles.

"Do you want me to order you anything from room service?

"A scotch and a BLT sandwich. Then we can talk."

"Yes we will talk." I said giving John a kiss on the cheek.