Punk drove home early on the next morning, heading into Invictus where he assumed his father would be, rolling his neck from side to side to crack the kinks out of it. It wasn't like he was up all night or anything…
"Where the hell were you?" Jack asked once spotting Punk walk into the club, "I had that Stuart guy on my case when you left. Told me he needed the job done now. Why were you away for so long?" Jack asked.
"I just… went for a drive." Punk lied, "Fell asleep in my car and didn't realise how long I'd been out for." He told his father, "Stuart is just gonna have to wait, isn't he." Punk said, collapsing down on a soft chair around one of the tables as his father looked with disappointment.
"Did you find out who the number was?" Jack asked.
"It was just Elise." Punk said, "She's just fucking with me." He told his father who nodded and shook the subject off pretty quickly.
"Ok. Well I need that job done tonight. This guy is getting mad." Jack said.
"What the hell is stopping you from doing it? Or asking one of the other guys? I'm constantly on the job." Punk huffed.
"Because I thought you didn't mind doing it." Jack said, "I thought you liked it."
"C'mon." Punk tilted his head, "You know I hate it."
"You don't. You just convince yourself you do." Jack said, sitting down next to Punk, getting a weft of something sweet that he knew was not his son, "Why do you smell like that?" He asked suddenly, forgetting what he was going to say.
"Like what?" Punk asked, sniffing his clothes like there was nothing there.
"Like perfume." Jack said, "Did you bail on me last night to go screw some girl?" He asked.
In any other scenario, Punk would have just put his hands up and said yes, but somehow he didn't his father knowing anything about AJ. Not only did it mean more to him than just 'hooking up' with her, but he still couldn't stop thinking about her. How beautiful she was, how perfect she felt, kissing her and feeling her. He would never admit it all to his father. He'd go crazy if he thought someone was distracting his son fro doing his work.
"I didn't." Punk said firmly, "Elise was all up in my face last night when I asked her about the phone. She smelt of perfume, must have rubbed off on me." He shrugged as his father nodded.
"Ok." Jack nodded unconvinced, "I can depend on you to go out tonight and do the job?" Jack asked as Punk just nodded.
"Yeah." Punk sighed, looking over at the empty club, "Yeah, I'll get it done." He nodded as Jack smiled.
"Good." Jack smiled, "Now, go home and get some sleep. I don't want you making anymore mistakes tonight like you did the last time. On you go." He ordered as Punk stood up and left the club.
No matter what he done or tried to do, he just couldn't stop thinking about AJ. He left her in the morning to avoid the awkwardness between them, which he knew there would be. He was scared of what she might say. If she would yell at him for pouncing on her like that. But then again, she didn't do anything to stop him. If she had asked him to stop, he would have. But she never, and he seen in her face the full night, that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. She'd left him wanting more, and no girl had done that before. He didn't know what he was meant to do about this.
Once AJ had woke up, she went straight for a shower. A part of her wanted to rinse away her sins that he had somehow weaned inside her. Yet, she enjoyed closing her eyes and thinking back to how wonderful she felt last night with him. Was it bad to feel this way for him? Was she going to hell because of this? She really couldn't help it.
She showered for what felt like years, just standing under the warm spraying water, washing herself, replaying the events of last night and feeling herself get wet just thinking back. She'd never had sex like it. She supposed she'd never really had a lot of sex, but that didn't hide the fact that she knew this was the best she'd ever had. He was gentle. His kisses were everything and when she hit that high, first and second time, she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be with than him. It all made sense.
She got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and walking into her bedroom, stripping the bed covers quickly, knowing she was running late for work. The pillow he'd rested his head on still smelt like him, but it was a nice smell. She knew if it stayed there she'd end up hugging the pillow, and she was not turning into that desperate teenage girl. He no doubt didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She had to be realistic about it all.
She soon then left for work after drying her hair and getting ready, walking along the cold street with her bag over her arm, walking into the studio where her first class of older girls were waiting.
"Sorry I'm late." AJ apologised immediately, dumping her bag in at the side and piecing the stereo together for a quick warm up.
Around an hour in, they had began going over routines. The recital was only one week away and she wanted all her students to be completely comfortable with their performances and routines. She was focused and in the zone, but her eyes were taken off her girls suddenly as she seen Punk walk in the door.
"Ok, keep going." AJ announced to them all, "Remember that twirl has to be met all the way round." AJ spoke whilst walking over to Punk, thinking of what she could possibly say, surprised he was even here.
"What?" AJ said.
"Good morning to you too." Punk smiled, "You ok?" He asked her.
"I'm fine." AJ nodded, "But I'm sort of in the middle of teaching." She pointed out the obvious as he nodded.
"I won't take too much of your time. I just… wanted to give you this." He passed over a pharmacy prescription as she looked inside with confusion, taking it out and looking up at him, glaring disapprovingly at him.
"You're serious?" She said.
"What?" Punk shrugged, "Just take it." He told her as she examined the morning after pill, "I didn't use anything."
"Yeah? Well I do." She handed him back the box, "I'm on birth control. But… I'm glad this was the very first thing you thought about when you left my bed this morning." She smiled. She knew he would stoop down low and treat her like nothing happened.
"C'mon, don't be like that." Punk said, "I had fun last night." He nodded. He had decided with himself that he was just going to play it cool, and pretend that last night was just like every other night, which it most definitely wasn't. But he just didn't know what to do? She wouldn't want to see him again anyway, he was too cruel. She couldn't have feelings for someone like him. It would be insane. It was easier just to ease himself away from her. Wrong, but easier.
"Fun?" AJ laughed lightly, "I don't even know why I let you touch me." She shook her head in the heat of anger with him. She did know why she let him touch her. Because it felt good, and he was gentle and caring, and was showing her a different side, "You're disgusting." She spat.
"Not disgusting enough to go through with sleeping with me, sweetheart." Punk said, "C'mon, don't act like you didn't have fun last night."
I had more than fun. I felt worth something. You made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. You were perfect. You were kind, gentle, sweet, loving and everything I wanted.
"I didn't have fun." She looked up at him, "I wasn't thinking."
"Ahh, the old 'wasn't thinking' line." Punk nodded, "You were thinking, alright. I seen you." He smiled as she looked down at the ground, "Tell me what the doves are on your back? Why did you hide them from me after I… kissed them." He said as she looked up at him.
"It's private." She shook her head, "Unlike you, who has a plate of pancakes on your arm, my tattoo has meaning." She said.
"I like pancakes." Punk shrugged, "That's my meaning." He told her as she rolled her eyes, "Well… I liked the tattoo. The artist clearly knew what they were doing. And if I didn't know any better, I could probably take a guess at what they're for." He said.
"Keep your guess to yourself." She said, "It's none of your business." She told him, "I really have to get back to work. Can you close the door on your way out please?" She asked him.
"Certainly." He nodded, watching as she walked away, sighing to himself at how low he had to play himself there. But he figured it was the only way it would work. It was easier to do this than hurt her in the future. She really clearly didn't know what she wanted. She definitely didn't want him. She deserved a prince charming. Not him.
AJ somehow felt upset. In her mind she wanted to believe that he was going to come in and tell her how great a night he had, and how it was special, which she knew he felt it was. But he was just who he was. A horrid, motionless, selfish man who cared about no one but himself. Someone like him could never admit their feelings. He was too insecure. But now he was left with nothing but that night to dream about. And what a wonderful dream it was. But all she could think about and shed tears about, was how she'd never have him like that again.
Punk walked out of the studio, getting into his car and sighing to himself as he leaned his head back. He knew he was wrong to push away his feelings, sabotaging yet another thing for his job and what he was. He knew girls like AJ didn't come around every often, and despite himself, he cared about her, a lot. He wanted to be with her all the time. But this was just easier.
"Jack." A man by the name of Joe came into Jack's office in Invictus. He was sort of like Punk in the posistion with the job. Jack trusted him, and if his son wasn't around, he'd get Joe to do it. He was maybe just a few years older than Punk.
"What?" Jack said.
"That girl you wanted us to keep an eye on. We seen your boy go into her house last night, and leave it the next morning." Joe revealed as Jack looked up from what he was doing.
"What about the cameras inside the house? Did you install them?" Jack asked.
"We did. This was what it picked up." Joe threw the pictures on the desk as Jack looked at them. His son was mounting the girl. Up against the wall in the living room, and in the bedroom. It was hard for him to look at, it felt wrong, but he was confused as to why Punk wouldn't tell him about this.
"He lied to me." Jack muttered to himself, "Keep… keep a close eye on her. And him."
Poor AJ! I wonder what will happen between them? Will Punk go through with yet another dirty deed? Will Elise find out? What will Jack do now he knows? Will Punk be mad that his father has been watching AJ? All coming soon! Stay tuned and review!
