AJ laid naked on top of CM Punk both sweaty and breathless after making love twice. They both were a hot mess but she didn't care. She pushed back a couple of her brunette locks that fell on her face and looked up to Punk who was still trying to catch his breath. She bit her lip to hide her little smirk; she couldn't believe that she was capable of doing this to a man, especially if that man was CM Punk. He was so strong and confident, no one could break him yet here he was, hypnotized under her own little spell.
She let the last couple of minutes sink in to her own reality and she was happy. Call her selfish or a home wrecker, she finally got what she was desperately yearning for and even though CM Punk wasn't hers yet, he was still here with her and not with Lita. AJ has come a long way indeed. She remembered how she couldn't even muster the courage to look him in the eyes when she talked to him and now she was thinking how she had one over Lita. She ran through the whole ordeal in her head, and she wasn't going to let herself feel bad about it, she's been an emotional wreck for far too long.
CM Punk wrapped his hands around her little body and squeezed her gently against his chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, AJ." She could hear him sigh but she only buried her face into his chest even more, deeply inhaling his scent that she adored. She didn't even know what to do with herself either, but she was trying to live in the moment for now. She suddenly thought about Daniel and those uncomfortable nights she spent with him and none of them were ever like this. She planted a small kiss on his tattooed chest, this was perfect.
"What time is it?" She finally looked up to Punk to meet with those beautiful green eyes of his in the dark. She didn't realize that they were in pitch black the whole time, guess they were too busy to even notice. That must've been the reason as to why it took her an extra couple of seconds to unbutton his jeans, but it didn't matter, they came off and now they were lying with the rest of their clothes somewhere on the floor.
"I have no clue." He said as he was stroking her now tangled hair and lightly kissed her on her forehead.
"I wish it could be like this every day." She was tracing little circular patterns on his chest with her index finger and she could feel his chest rising as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. She knew he was almost as heartbroken as she was, or at least she thought so. Why couldn't she have a normal, healthy relationship like other normal people? Oh right, she was never normal and she hated every single second of it.
"I wish I could give you what you want AJ." He lifted his hand to scratch his beard and ran a hand through his gelled hair. He had no clue what to make out of this situation but all he knew was that he had deep feelings for AJ Lee and he didn't know how to handle them.
AJ was just a girl and he was a grown up man, their 9 year age difference wasn't helping him either. Even just by looking at her skin, he noticed the difference. Hers was so young and delicate and his was rough and somewhat old looking due to the fact that he has been wrestling at such a young age. He couldn't do this to her, she deserved someone her own age, like he deserved a woman like Lita.
Speaking of Lita… he wondered whether she was still furious about the whole fiasco that happened back at his locker room. He felt like such a jerk to do that to her. He treated her like utter trash and he mentally beat himself up because of it and now he was in bed with another person again. What was he thinking! He didn't deserve Lita, he never did. She should be in his arms right now and not AJ Lee. He was a disappointment to himself and that was another word added to the list of things that he was, others being like 'asshole' and 'cheater' and more. The list was truly never ending.
"Hah, some champion I am, eh AJ?" He looked down to look at his beautiful companion.
AJ's face shot up again and she gave him a quizzical look, "Huh? What do you mean?" Her voice was a bit groggy, as if she just woke up after a long nap. She cleared her throat and still gave Punk the same expression.
"Well for starters, I can officially establish myself as a cheater now, no point in trying to hide that." She could feel his body stiffen under her. "Secondly, not only I'm a cheater but I basically kicked out my girlfriend and now I'm here with you. I think we have a Jerk of the Year Slammy nominee right over here!" and he pointed at himself.
AJ groaned at the mention of Lita, and rolled over to her side and sat up. "Does this always have to be about work, Punk?"
"What?" Using both hands he pushed himself up right next to her. She was slowly playing with the creases of the sheets, trying to straighten them out with her little finger.
"Nothing." Her attention was still focused on the sheets and she didn't dare to look at Punk so he wouldn't see that her eyes were about to swell up with tears. She hated this.
"No, look at me." And with two fingers he lifted her chin up and moved her head slightly to his direction. He could still make out her brown eyes in the dark.
"What?" she said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"What's wrong AJ? And don't make me beg for it, just tell me."
She took a deep breath and started, "I wish it could be just about the two of us for once, you know? I mean you have to drag in the 'I'm the champion' thing every time you feel the slightest of guilt. I get it, as a champion you should be setting a good example and whatnot, but things are what they are and that's it basically."
They have been over this a million times and she was too tired to even argue about it. It was better to lay her cards on the table rather than beating around the bush and maybe she would get through his thick skull of his once and for all.
"You're right." He kissed her lightly on her shoulder blade. She loved how easily she got the goose pumps at the touch of his lip ring. He tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "This is about you and me AJ, I'm sorry."
She tilted her head to the side to meet with his lips and he took a handful of her hair and pulled her in. His hand slowly slid down and left it on her chest and he could feel that her heart was picking a fast pace. He loved it how he could do that to her.
She wanted more, hell her body was screaming for him to pleasure her but there was a question burning in her mind and she couldn't just brush it off. It was on the tip of her tongue, so to speak, since it was happily dancing inside his mouth but nonetheless it was killing her. "Punk… stop." She managed to say in between kisses.
"Hmm?" he said as he went down kissing her jaw.
"Punk stop, please." And she placed her hands on his chest and slowly pushed him back. She could see that he was confused and whether it was the right opportunity or not, she had to get it off her chest.
"Tell Lita."
"Huh? What?"
"Tell her about us."
She was dead serious and in all honesty she felt a bit better that she got that out of the way. He rolled onto his side and turned on a small night lamp. He must've used it during those sleepless nights reading comic books. The room was still dark but at least she could see his face a bit better. She bit her lip and waited for his reply.
"I…." he took a deep breath and put his head in his hands.
"Well? Look at me Punk." She grabbed onto his hands and pulled them down. He let out a groan of frustration and got up from the bed to find his boxers that were somewhere on the floor. "Punk?"
"I don't know, AJ, what do you want me to say?" He successfully found them and started to slide them up.
"Say that you'll do it; say that you're going to tell Lita!" She pulled the covers up to her chest and held them with her hands and stood up facing Punk who kept on fidgeting to ignore her.
"Punk!"
"What!?"
"What is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing's wrong with me! Don't you think that it's going to crush Lita when I tell her I've been sleeping with you behind her back?"
"Hell, no one said it was going to be easy but it's not fair on her either!"
"Oh so now you suddenly care about Lita?"
"Yes! But I also don't want to do this in secret anymore, Punk I want you all for myself!"
"I already told you AJ, I wish I could give you what you want but-"
"But what?"
"I can't alright! I just can't! I can already see Lita's face when I tell her and it's not going to happen."
He found the rest of his clothes and started to dress himself.
"Oh so what you're saying is that while you keep on seeing Lita, you come and crawl into bed with me when she's not looking?!"
"Don't put words in my mouth, that's not what I'm saying."
"That's exactly what you're saying! I can't believe you Punk. You're so selfish and egotistical! Oh my gosh, I can't believe this right now."
"I think you should leave AJ."
"Excuse me?"
"AJ, I need to be alone. Leave." He folded his arms and looked at her as if she wasn't really there. There it was again, no passion, no remorse. This was exactly what he did to Lita just hours before and now he was doing the same thing again with his AJ Lee. He could fight giants and monsters in a blink of an eye, yet he always found himself running away from the women who love him. He could tell that she was hurt, and who could blame her, she just gave herself to him completely and now he was treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat. She didn't deserve this, and he wished to hold her and hug her but all he could do was watch her cry as she gathered her clothes.
She put on her clothes as fast as she could, how dare he treat her that way? What did she ever do to get this type of treatment? And here she thought she was special to him. She wiped her face with her sleeve and took one last look at her now former lover before heading out. "I fucking hate you CM Punk." And without looking back she went down those three little steps and out.
Those words hit him harder than a steel chair shot in the head would and he was all to blame. He wanted to run after her and tell her that she was the one he wanted to be with but somehow his feet remained glued to the floor. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands, what did he do? He was now responsible for two broken hearts or more like 3 because he was on the verge of crying himself.
Suddenly he heard a familiar tune and quickly realized that his phone was ringing somewhere in the room. He immediately got up and turned on the lights, desperately searching for it to see who it was. He was praying that it was AJ although he wondered what possibly could she have left to say to him. She made it pretty clear that she hated him so why call?
The phone somehow made its way under the bed (must've got there when he kicked off his pants oh so quickly) and he got down on his knees and reached for it before the other person on the line could hang up. He took one good look at the screen and saw that Lita was calling. He gulped and froze in his place.
Shit, shit, what to do, what to do!
He couldn't face her just yet, or else speak to her on the phone for that matter. He was such a coward, now he was the one who hated himself. He tossed the phone on the bed, hopefully Lita would think he's busy with something and just give up, but to his unfortunate luck, she didn't.
The call was transferred to voicemail:
"Hey Punk, it's me… I don't know why I'm calling to be honest because I'm still not over what you did and I'm still hurt. I'm already at the airport, gonna get on my plane to New Jersey in a few minutes and my hands were itching to call you for some reason. Like I said, I'm still hurt but I won't let it affect our relationship, Punk. I know times are tough and having a somewhat long distance relationship can get to us sometimes but I know that deep down you didn't mean it. Let's work it out? I love you."
CM Punk stared at his phone the whole time and he couldn't believe his ears. Hearing Lita say those three words tore him to pieces. Those are the same three words he said to AJ Lee and he quickly betrayed those three words all because he felt sorry for himself and because he was such a spineless bastard that he didn't do anything about it.
He went to the bathroom to splash his face with some water and he ran his hands through his slicked hair. He looked himself in the mirror and he was disgusted at what he saw. Where did all that confidence go? Wasn't he the one who usually told it like it is? Why can't he just do the same now?
He looked at himself, examining his own features. He lifted up a finger and ran it over the wrinkles that he had in the corner of his eyes. "I'm in my thirties and she's only in her twenties, Punk think about it." He looked at himself waiting for an answer, as if the man in the mirror was going to answer him back.
"But I love her…" he said to himself, "I fucking love her!"
He didn't take time to wipe his face with a towel but in the heat of the moment he quickly rushed outside running desperately in the search for AJ Lee only to run into Kofi Kingston which caused him to fall on his behind.
"OW! Watch it Punk!" Kofi said as Punk gave out his hand to pick him up.
"I'm sorry Kofi, but did you see AJ?!" Punk grabbed him from his shoulders and looked him dead straight in the eyes.
"Yeah, she was around here a while ago and I asked her if she wanted a ride but she told me to go to hell." He said shrugging his shoulders. He took one look at his jeans and started to wipe off the dirt.
"Do you know where she went, Kofi?!"
"Beats me. I saw her getting into a taxi and that's it. Why?"
"Fucking hell! UGH!" He let out a huge groan and balled his fists up and Kofi just stood there bewildered.
"Am I… missing something here Punk?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"I need to talk to AJ! What am I going to do! I need to talk to her!"
"Ok, ok calm down! Whatever this is about, do you have her cell phone number?"
"Yeah, but I don't think she'll pick up."
"Did you try?"
"No."
"Then what the hell are you waiting for!"
CM Punk rapidly ran inside followed by Kofi and found his Iphone, instantly going through his contact list to find AJ Lee. He hit the call button and anxiously waited for the beeping sound.
"It's ringing." He said to Kofi who stood there concentrated on Punk trying to figure out what just happened. "She's not picking up!"
"Wait a moment, Punk."
"She's not answering God damn it!" Punk threw the phone across the room and it hit the wall with a thud and crashed to the floor.
"What is going on Punk? I have never seen you like this."
"What am I going to do Kofi? I love her, I love AJ!" and Punk sank to his knees in desperation, "I fucking love her!"
"Hey now." Kofi went down on his knees right next to Punk and hugged him. "It's alright, now."
He had never seen his road buddy collapse like that and literally cry. CM Punk and crying never went into a sentence together and now here he was consoling him. Punk kept on repeating the same words over and over again and Kofi was trying his best to keep it together because someone had to. "It's alright come on now."
"I lost her Kofi, what am I going to do?"
Kofi wished he knew all the answers but all he could do was rub CM Punk's back while he was sobbing. "Punk, you need to tell me the whole story, because apart from the fact that you love AJ, I don't know anything else."
Punk looked up at his friend and wiped his nose with his sleeve. He couldn't believe that a young girl could bring him to this state. The CM Punk, the WWE Champion, was on his knees because of a girl, no she was more than a girl, she was a woman. A woman who wanted to be his but he was too scared to make the next move.
"Come on get up and tell me." Kofi got up and extended out a hand for Punk to grab. They both sat on the bed as Punk started spilling his dirty secret to someone else for the very first time.
