Kiss, don’t tell ~ Maryse + John
A heavy sigh escaped her lungs, her chest heaving feverishly up and down, lips pressed together in a thin line of cherry red. The rage the cold blond felt was vivid and evident on her body language. Rage! The word to describe best what she felt towards this guy across from her. Unfortunately for the french it was nearly impossible to avoid someone who officially called the title of the company’s face his own. Bastard! Maryse cursed internally; her cheeks covered in the natural shade of red sole anger had painted on them. “You! Shut up!”. Voice vibrating as the demand tore profoundly from her perfectly shaped lips and through gritted teeth, which no doubt, matched the sound of an animal’s threat. “Don’t you have enough trouble getting back the pants your little girlfriend is wearing in your relationship? I dare you, Cena! You must not try to challenge a real woman if you can’t handle a spoiled brat” She hissed in agony at the bulky figure her darting eyes zoomed on. Playing her part was what she did for a living and loved to do. The only real aspect of this show tonight was the tension around the four and between the two of them.
