Shattered And Broken (Layla/Maryse)

"Yes....I do want to Maryse."

Maryse smiled. "Good." She said simply, taking Layla's hand on the way to their hotel room. They entered and Maryse laid down on the single, Queen size bed. She felt exhausted.

"Tired, huh?"

Maryse chuckled, curling up in a ball on the bed. "Yes, very. Your little.. actions in the locker room wore me out." She said with a smile.

"So sorry." She teased, giggling.

Maryse smiled at Layla before curling up under the comforter after stripping to her braw and panties. Her eyes closed unwillingly as she slowly fell asleep.

Layla smiled, watching her sleep.

Maryse sighed in her sleep before pressing against Layla, curling up to her in her sleep.

Layla smiled, pulling her close.

Maryse awoke up a couple hours later, her eyes fluttering open to see she was in Layla's arms. "Hey..." She yawned, sitting up and stretching.

"Hey there sexy." She purred. (Anytime you wanna add Ted go ahead)

Maryse smiled and got up, putting on tight sweat pants and a fitted tank top. "I'm gonna go downstairs and get some coffee. Want anything while I am down?" She asked as she grabbed her key card.

"Maybe a donut or something. I like sweets when I wake up."

Maryse smiled and nodded. "Oui. Be back soon." She said, pecking Layla's cheek before leaving the hotel room.
Ted smirked as he watched Maryse leave the room. He came out of the shadows and stopped the door just in time before it closed and silently entered the room.

Layla however hadn't noticed him enter.

Ted snuck up behind her and grabbed Layla by the hair, and threw her into a wall. "You messing around with a Maryse? She's a slut. ANd she's my slut." He growled, slapping her across the face.

"Get the hell off me, DiBiase!" She yelled, nailing him in the jaw.

Ted cradled his jaw before kicking her, smirking when she fell. "You should stay away from a whore like Maryse. That disease ridden, fake blond slut is no good. I own her. So you should just stay away." He hissed before leaving the hotel room.

Layla laid there, groaning in pain.

Maryse was halfway to the elevator before she remembered she left her key card. She groaned and went back to the door, frowning when it was open. She rushed inside when he saw Layla on the floor. "Layla, are you okay?" She asked, her accent thickening with worry.

"D....DiBiase....he...he jumped me..." Layla groaned.

Maryse clenched her jaw. "L' Le trou du cul! I will kill him..." She hissed as she helped Layla lay down on the bed.

Layla blinked at the French, wondering what was said.

"I called him an asshole. And I can not believe- Well I can believe he would do something like this. I am sorry Layla... this is my fault. He wants me, and he took it out on you." Maryse sighed, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Tell Vince." She murmured softly.