A/N: This is my new story. This is more mature than my others one. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any wrestlers in this story. I do own both Jordan and Ryan. They are my OC's for now. In the future if there is anyone that you do not know, they belong to me as well.

A/N: Read and Review because you know you want to. ^_^

I looked into the eyes of the man that everybody loves to hate. He is the straightedge superstar in the WWE, CM Punk. I know him as Phil Brooks, and I am proudly his wife Jordan Nikolette Parker Brooks. I had married Phil while he was in OVW. We were highschool lovers, but when we started high school we went our seperate ways. After college I ran into him at a gym in my hometown and we both decided to start dating again. Two years after that day we go married.

"Why do you have to be in a storyline like this one?" I asked my lovely husband in a calm voice.

"Babe, you know how I am. The creative team is just going by what my beliefs are. They are adding more 'followers'." He said happily.

"Well, you know that I'm the same way, but shaving your head? I love your long hair. Why do you have to get rid of it?" I asked with tears in my eyes at the thought of his head being shaved.

"Sweetheart," he leaned over and took my hand in his. "Its a side effect, but my hair will grow back." He kissed me softly on the lips.

"When do you leave?" I asked quietly.

"Tomorrow," He got up from the bed and walked over to get where his pants were laying on the floor and slide them on.

"That's too early." I relied playing with my blonde hair.

I got up off the bed, went to the dresser and got a clean change of clothes before I made it across the hall to the bathroom. After a shower I walked into the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm thinking about dying my hair."

"What color?"

"Red,"

He paused for a minute before he replied. "It'll look good with that tan you got."

"You think so," I asked from the mirror I was looking in.

"Yeah, you could really pull red hair off."

I climbed in bed and curled up beside my adorable hubby. This would be the last night I got to see him for about 6 months. I could deal with it, I've been dealing with his long absence for almost ever. It just made me lonely and sad that he wasn't here with me like a normal husband. shortly I was off in dreamland.

I awoke early to the alarm clock. I looked over to see what time it was, 4 a.m. I groaned but looked over to the figure next to me. The noise hadn't woke him up at all. I nudged him awake and watched as his eyelids flickered opened.

"Morning beautiful," he yawned.

"Your flight leaves in two hours, you have to get ready to go." I reminded him.

"I love you," He kissed me on the lips before he got up and walked to the bathroom.

I fell asleep again. I was woke up by him coming back into the room.

"Babe, you can stay here. I'll be fine." I took notice of what he was wearing. Nothing but a towel.

"You look good in that." I said sitting up in bed.

"You say that everytime I come in here with nothing on."

"That's because you do look good in nothing." I laughed.

"We'll how about when I get back I promise to have nothing on."

"Deal,"

Phil walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the lips before he left me there and got dressed. After he was dressed in a pair of jeans and tank he walked back over to me and gave me another kiss.

"I'll call you when I land, baby." He kissed me again.

"Ok, I'm going back to sleep. Have a safe flight."

"I will, I love you."

"I love you too baby."

He walked out the door, but soon I was sound asleep.

-Later that morning-

I was awaking by the sound of my phone going off. It wasn't Phil, because his theme song wasn't going off. I rolled over and answered my phone without looking at the time on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Morning Jordan."

"Morning Ryan. What time is it?"

"Ten, did you sleep this whole time? What time did you go to sleep?"

"I was asleep until Phil had to leave at four this morning. Why are you calling me anyways?"

"I was wondering if Phil was gone yet and when he would be back, babe."

"Ry, he left at four this morning and he want be back for six months."

"Same things as always, Sweetie?"

"Not today, how about tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, want me to come pick you up?"

"Come by tomorrow and bring what you always bring. I'm going to need it to get through it."

"Anything else you want me to bring?"

"Just your sexy self, we have some catching up to do."

"What time do you me by the house?"

"Noon,"

"Ok, see you then honey."

"See you Ry."

I hung up the phone with Ryan. I know cheating on Phil was bad but how else did he want me to cope with him being gone for so long. Beside what Phil doesn't know want hurt him. Ryan was my high school crush and college lover until he broke my heart and cheated on me. Seems ironic now that I'm cheating on my wonderful husband with the man that cheated on me.

Phil's ringtone rang through the room and I picked it up with a cheery voice as always.

"Hey baby."

"I needed to tell you that I made it to the hotel safe and sound. How are you holding up?"

"Very good. I'm going to go to the store and get something to eat tonight and then tomorrow I'm going out with Amber."

"What are you two lady's going to be doing?"

"We're going shopping."

"Cool, we'll have fun. I've got a meeting to be at in an hour. Have fun."

"I will."

"I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too."

We hung up and looked at the mirror that was across the room. The girl that was staring back at me was a cheater, a pill popper, an alcoholic, and a drug addit that lived a secret life. I was hurting Phil and myself but I didn't care. When I was with Phil I was clean. Whenever Phil was around I was straightedge but inside I longed to be Ryan and the alcohol that he brought along. I loved every minute I was with Phil and he made me happy, but Ryan had the stuff I longed for.

Ryan called later on that day. I was dying inside to see him so when he called me at around 11 pm I told him to meet me at the near by park. When I arrived he was waiting on me. I got out of my car and walked to his car and got in the passenger seat.

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I slipped him my toungue and it became a makeout session. Ryan's hand slipped up my skirt, his hand lingered on my thigh. He moved my underware out of the way and started playing with me. I moaned in pure bliss.

"Ryan,"

"Umm," He said kissing my neck.

"Ry," This man knew how to turn me on.

With his other hand he pulled my shirt off. He uncliped my bra and began kissing my chest.

"Ry," I moaned again as his fingers went inside of me. "God."

"You like that baby?" he said as he moved the seat back and pushed the button to make the back of the seat move.

"yes, God yes."

I arched my back a bit as he removed his fingers and climbed on top of me. My hands went to his pants and I unzipped them and pushed them down. I wanted this man so bad.

"I need you." I whisperd in his ear as I bit it.

"Oh really?" He growled. "How bad do you want it?"

"Very."

I pushed his boxers down and pulled him inside of me. I moaned again as he began to thrust inside of me. I kept up with him and moved as he did.

"Faster," I whispered.

He did as he was told. He was a god sent to me. As his thrust got faster and harder I began to climax. He was too. I began to bit at his neck and his ear. I screamed with passion as I climaxed. I was still screaming when he cummed. He leaned down and kissed my neck as he pulled out.

"God baby, your husband hasn't s done you in a while. You were tight." He said when he got off of me and fixed himself up.

"He wasn't home long." I said as I began to clean up.

"You still want me to come to your house tomorrow at noon?"

"Of course. You have to bring me my stuff."

"Speaking of stuff." He leaned over and opened the glove box and pulled out a medicine bottle. "Here," He gave me the bottle.

"You are a mircle worker." I said.

I opened the bottle and took out the white pills and took five of them. This was going to make me feel even better than I did. Hydrocodone was the best medicine to have when your husband had to work clear across town. I got out of Ryan's car and into mine. I drove back home and went to bed.

Six months was a long time and I had my ways of getting through it.