Hi thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is just an idea that popped into my head at work today my CM Punk muse was taking over my mind in the boredom of my job. I own nobody in this story beside Brenna. Typical warnings some swearing and in later chapters smut, violence, angst all that good stuff.


Punk limped slowly towards his locker room the anger frustration and adrenalin had worn off while the doc had checked him over and now all that was left was a bone weary tiredness and hurt. Paul had hit Punk where he could not deny it stung. Paul had gone very personal in the promo he had been outraged that Paul would bring up his estranged family and his lack of his own family. Punk had confided in his once best friend that he was lonely, that he wanted more and to use that against him had emotionally torn him apart. Brock didn't matter in Punks mind yes he had thrown him around like a rag doll but Punk could care less he would get his hands on Brock when he needed too right now he just wanted to take Paul down and it didn't matter who he hurt in the process.

Punk reached his locker room and gathered his belongings he was already in street clothes so he headed out to his bus. Rest, elevation, and some ice was recommended and he planned to follow these instructions. He stepped onto the empty bus and sighed dropping his bag on the cream colored couch lowering himself gingerly he stretched out deciding he could grab some ice for his swelling ankle in a bit. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket seeing he had a few missed calls and texts but nothing that he really felt like responding too. He was about to put his phone away when a text came in that caused Punk to raise his eyebrows. He hadn't spoken to the women in months hasn't seen her since she was a teenager but she was texting him today after what had happened it put Punk on edge. Brenna Heyman the oldest daughter of Paul although most people didn't know he existed she had been a repercussion of a one night stand Paul had in his twenties with what Punk could only assume was a very drunk women cause who would willingly go there. He knew that Paul kept her a secret from most of the world partly at the request of Brenna she didn't want anyone to know that her dad was an evil sadistic ass and Punk didn't blame her one bit.

Punk tried to think back to the last time he had seen the girl and shook his head she wasn't a girl anymore from the few pictures Paul had shown him and what Punk could recall Brenna was 23 now. She lived in Massachusetts some place and had graduated from college last year, she thankfully did not resemble a walrus in the least bit she took after her mother who Punk had met once. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes and was petite if Punk remembered right she was barely over five feet. The last picture Paul had shown him of his secret daughter Punk had noted that she was quite attractive. She had a very girl next door slash supermodel look that confused Punk.

Shaking himself from his thoughts he thumbed open the text message it simply said I'm sorry Punk and that was just confusing to him what did she need to apologize for. He texted back to her why are you sorry you haven't done anything Bre.

It didn't take long for a response I'm sorry that my dad is the biggest asshole on the face of the earth well sperm donor is more like it. What he is doing is cruel and pathetic you don't deserve this. I hope his hired help didn't hurt you too bad. Punk had to chuckle at this apologizing for Paul like it was her fault she always had taken the burden of her dads deeds on herself.

Hey not your fault should of seen it coming your sperm donor is Paul Heyman after all shouldn't have surprised me that he would turn on me eventually. I think the worst part is how personal he took it knowing full well how my lack of family effects me. But still not your doing so don't apologize for that son if a bitch. She texted back a smiley face and Punk had to shake his head really a smiley face was a form if communication now it made Punk worry about the future of mankind he was about to tell her so when she texted again.

I wish I could help you get back at him I would love to see you burn his world down around him. Too bad you can't make him eat his words and parade out some family... I know you need a wife! Punk read this and burst into laughter the last thing he needed was a wife someone to nag him about traveling all the time never being home being cold or a jerk no thanks hell he wasn't good at relationships his last attempt with Amy had crashed and burned again. He hated hurting Amy but they just weren't good together.

Well I would love the help taking Paul down I don't think I can pull a wife out of thin air. I mean sure there are women out there who would marry me without a second thought but I wouldn't marry them and since I am single right now I have no girl friend who would jump at the thought either. So thanks for the idea but unless you know a girl that's not interested in love but a short term marriage based completely on revenge and willing to give up her whole life for a few months then that is not really an option. Punk set his phone down and stood slowly he went into the kitchen area and opened the fridge retrieving an ice pack. He grabbed a diet cherry Pepsi and returned to the couch he could feel the bus moving underneath him and glanced out the window to see the city being left behind. The loneliness set in more he missed having Kofi travel with him hell he missed having anyone travel with him. He picked up his phone and opens the response from Brenna.

Well I don't know very many women who would give up there life's to travel around with her temporary husband while he gets the living hell beat out if him by Brock Lesnar however if it would mean getting revenge on my dad I have a small list for you with my name at the top. Just know you do have family blood doesn't mean family and that you are not alone Punk. If I can help let me know. Punk chewed on his lip missing the lip ring he needed to put that back in soon. She was willing to help him anyway he needed and he could use some allies and he really wanted to stick it to Paul and what better way then with his daughter. Punk took a deep breath and texted back.

You could help that is if your serious and will marry me temporarily. Punk took a deep breath just the idea of getting married made him panic even if it was a farce.

Did you just ask me to marry you temporarily?! Punk swallowed hard Yes he texted back and then waited for several minutes before deciding she was not going to respond back she probably thought he was insane and truth be told he was doubting his own mental health at the moment. The unexpected vibration in his hand caused him to almost fling the phone across the room. He tried to calm his nerves as he opened the text.

Okay, sure, why not, let's do it yes. He lowered the phone and briefly wondered did I just get engaged by text message to a girl I barely know. He stood slowly going to the front of the bus he instructed the driver to head to Massachusetts he left out the part about picking up his fiancé he wasn't sure this was real and needed to talk to her face to face.


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