Sorry for the little delay guys, I've been working on this chapt but I never seemed to like how I wrote it, so I re-re-rewrited it. I'm still not sure about it, but I hope you will enjoy nonetheless :P
Thanks to: RonRon10, anon1, xRealityCheckx andTheWolf87 for your reviews, I really appreciate :)
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To say that the Billion Dollar princess didn't think about what happened between her and Punk 7 days ago would be a big lie, because she hasn't been able to take her mind off from it. Sure, not thing big happened and that's what excited her the most; with so little he did so much and now she could only think about how much he could do if he decided to give more.
To be honest, she had expected him to push her away because of his morals, but he managed to make her want for more and let's say what she had in mind isn't PG at all. She wanted to feel his hands touch her bare skin, to make her squirm under his hovering body, to make her feel wanton, to…
"Steph, we need you to take a look at the storyline we've been working on lately" a member from the creative said, breaking the nice mood her imagination put her in. She blinked quickly and noticed her surroundings; she was currently at her office and she was supposed to fill more paperwork. But her dreamy state prevented her from achieving this work.
"Yes Jason, I'll take a look at it. Thank you" she told the young man that was somewhat eyeing her, trying to determined why his boss seemed absent when he entered. He shrugged and only nodded before leaving the office.
Sighing, Stephanie Mcmahon gave an overall look at the work of her employees and like usual, it lacked spices but with the show being PG, their options and range of actions were limited. That would have to do. She truly missed when it wasn't PG; the trash talking, the blood and all. Yes, those were the good times. They may be reaching a younger audience this way, but the older one was beginning to be quite unhappy and bored since predicting the results of a match or a storyline was easy enough. But the past is the past and well, she didn't know quite frankly where the company wanted to be in a few years, but only time will tell.
'I should fill these before the show begins' she thought. Because there was a special someone she definitely wanted to see later on. And that special someone just happened to be the one who kept invading her thoughts and dreams during the whole week.
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Tonight was gonna be a big night; he would be facing Mark Henry and everyone in the locker room knew just how dangerous the world strongest man was, even Punk knew, but that wouldn't stop him from going out there and prove to everyone why he deserved his rematch for the WWE championship. When he first arrived at the arena, he was pumped for tonight, he was excited to get in the ring; just like a junkie with the promise of a fix soon. Wrestling was his true addiction…well, so was Pepsi, but that was beside the point.
For the whole week, he couldn't help but think about what transpired between Stephanie and himself. She melted for him at the time and he couldn't have missed the evident lust filling her blue eyes. There was no doubt she wanted him, but Punk being what he is, knew he wouldn't take it that far. He would make her crave for more and in a matter of time, her husband would slowly be the last of her priorities. He just couldn't wait for the all mighty HHH to find out that his wife would want to get in the pants of his enemy. Sure, Punk knew the game would want to beat him up and would probably will, but in the end, it would have been all worth it.
On his way to his locker room, he spotted The Game and his wife walking in his direction…Eh, speaking of the devils…
He kept walking anyway, keeping his normal attitude, but feeling an intense gaze on him…and it wasn't The Game's. He mentally smirked as he briefly met her eyes and he felt like they held a promise for later on. Once he passed the couple, both man nodding to each other as a civil greeting, he let his signature smirk show on his pierced lips and kept walking ahead with a mischievous glint dancing in his hazel eyes.
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Jack Swagger and Kofi Kingston's match was coming to an end and he knew his match was next. He was already in his gear and was in the process of taping his arms and hands. He took his eyes off from his current action to direct them at the screen in his locker room, only to see Vickie Guerrero distracting the ref while Ziggler got in the ring and pulled Kofi in his finisher before dragging Jack's beaten carcass over Kofi for the pin. The same conclusion over and over. Punk shook his head, visibly frustrated that his friend was jobbing to some big dummy with less skills than the Jamaican superstar. That match wasn't even realistic, Kofi definitely had the upper hand, but those fucking creative noobs decided to screw the ending with something they thought was 'creative' or 'innovating'…what a bunch of idiots.
Once he was all ready, Punk took one last mouthful of water before exiting his locker room. And while he walked down the corridor, he wondered if after his match he'd have a replay of what happened last week when Stephanie had sneaked into his locker room. Even though he knew he wouldn't take it as far as it could go, he enjoyed the reactions he got out of her nonetheless. A little flirting never hurt anyone…but his intentions were purely selfish. And he didn't care at all, revenge as never sound so sweet.
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Okay, that had been a close call, if he hadn't got out of that world strongest slam, he would have been done for. Punk's left shoulder was aching from the bigger man's attacks. Fucking hell, he already had trouble sleeping in normal conditions, but with a muscle ache, it would be worse. And he wasn't one of those pussies who would take meds for it, he would deal with the pain like a man. He would probably ice it a bit to help dull the pain if it gets to an extreme. He also decided he could order something and find a movie if sleep becomes impossible to get. At least, he wouldn't be glaring at the ceiling for countless hours, frustrated to not be able to close an eye. Yup, definitely much better.
Getting back on his feet, Punk looked at Henry who was lightly nursing his right tight. A perfect weakness. During the match, Punk had targeted the legs of Mark Henry since the latter was way stronger than him. It had been effective since now the world strongest man stopped his usual confidence that would permit him to trash talk and brag to his opponent; instead, he stopped underestimating the cunning tattooed superstar.
Soon, the two man were once again facing each other before locking and Punk being pulled in an headlock which he countered by going behind his opponent, then kicking the back of the knee. Henry immediately fell on the mat, rolling in pain and holding said knee. Punk took the opportunity and quickly went on the mat. He then somehow managed to put Mark Henry in the Anaconda Vise. Henry resisted for a few seconds before tapping on Punk's uninjured shoulder, signalling he was giving up.
The crowd went wild for the straight edge superstar's victory and Punk's harm was raised.
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Back to his locker room, he immediately took a shower and no, Stephanie Mcmahon was not in it with him; in fact, she wasn't in the room. Punk was not really expecting it to happen, so he shrugged it off.
His shoulder was still bothering a bit and he might have the docs check on him after he was done. He didn't think it could be bad, but if he could prevent serious injuries, he'd certainly do it. Being on the injured list and not wrestling for a period of time was something Punk disliked greatly, even if he could have days off to hang with Colt or see his mom and sisters.
Once he was done cleaning himself, he closed his eyes and let the water gently hit his aching body, soothing him and relaxing his tense muscles. He didn't know how it started, but he started to think about Stephanie being here with him in the shower, her arms hugging him from behind and feeling her breast pushing against his back. Her hands traveling the plane of lean muscles on his shoulders, chest and stomach. Her touch was electrifying, it made his boiling blood rush in his veins. Let's say his imagination was very vivid because he felt himself getting hard and this is what broke him from his daydream. He groaned in annoyance and turned the water to cold; a cold shower was the one of the best remedy for this kind of little problem, of course, one that implied skin to skin contact was better and more enjoyable, but right now, this would do.
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Stephanie Mcmahon was slightly fidgeting in her seat, anxiously waiting for the meeting to end. It hasn't been a part of her plans for the night and she was annoyed that her Husband insisted to make a meeting that same night. On the other side of the table, John Laurinaitis was giving his thoughts on a subjects they've spoken about and Vince as well as the other staff members present were all listening attentively. She kept glancing quickly at the clock; this meeting seemed to last forever.
Now, when she said she had other plans, well she didn't like missing the chance to be alone with Punk. When she had seen him earlier on, butterflies danced in her stomach and a light blush had covered her cheeks. She had definitely been looking forward to later that night, but with the meeting going on, those plans were compromised; Punk's match was over and if he hadn't left yet, it wouldn't be long for him to do so.
She hadn't realised yet that everyone was staring at her, noticing her lack of concentration.
"Steph, are you alright sweetheart?" Vince asked his youngest. His deep voice broke her train of thoughts, making her look at her father. She saw that everyone was gazing at her; normally, Stephanie was always participating and talking, but not that night apparently.
"Yes, I'm just…just tired" she breathed, brushing her fingers on her forehead like she was trying to soothe a headache.
"The meeting's almost over hunny, then we'll go home" her husband told her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it a bit to offer some sort of comfort. She nodded and told them to keep on with the meeting, this time staying focused on it instead of her disappointing evening.
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Once his things were packed, CM Punk grabbed his bags and left the room, meeting some co-worker on the way and chatting briefly with them. Truth be told, he just wanted to go back to the hotel, but he could at least be polite and listen to them, after all, he could almost call them friends instead of acquaintances. Yeah, he wasn't much of a people person, but he didn't have to be a total jerk by avoiding or ignoring those who were nice to him. When everything was said, he parted ways with them and headed to his rental car. He was searching for his keys that were somewhere in his main bag when his phone beeped. Abandoning the search, he fetched his phone and opened it to revealed the text.
Hello Punk, miss me?
Alright, I'll try to get chapt 5 up fast. Review please :)