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"I'll do it." AJ confessed, curled into Punks chest later on, making sure to be careful with his wounded arm, which had clearly caused him no troubles in carrying out any energetic acts. She'd almost forgotten how good it was to be in his arms, to be in his embrace, to have him loving all of her, kissing her neck whilst he grinded into her endlessly.
"Do what?" Punk asked, feeling extremely tired, not having slept for nearly twenty four hours, looking down at her as she looked up,
"I'll tell Jamie when I go home." She said. She didn't want to hide anymore. She wanted to be with Punk, the man she loved, and she wanted to be with him freely. She tried her best to forget about him, and carry on, for Jamie's sake, but she just couldn't do it, and neither could Punk.
"Good." Punk said with a satisfied smile. He was glad she now understood that this was all she wanted. He knew that parting from her, and then reconnecting would make her realise how much she wanted to be with him. It sure made him realise how much she wanted to be with him.
"Please don't go to work today. I'm worried about you." She sighed, looking over at his wounded arm still bandaged, a blood stain soaked through the bandage like AJ had predicted it would.
"I have to go." Punk said, "I'll be fine." He promised her, pressing a kiss on her head, "I think it's best I'm out the way today anyway, if you're gonna tell Jamie." He said as she nodded.
"I can't believe I'm actually going to do it." She said. She never thought that she'd ever have to tell Jamie that she was leaving him. It never even crossed her mind, but she guessed it was because she hadn't came into contact with Phil. She didn't believe in soul mates. And she didn't believe in everyone having their perfect match, but she did now. Because Phil was her everything. She thought Jamie was, but she'd got it all completely wrong. Phil was who she wanted to be with.
"I can't believe we'll be able to go out now." He said, "I'll be able to take you on dates, hold your hand in public, introduce you to my friends and family." He smiled to himself, the thoughts of the future, the only thing keeping him awake.
"Well I can't promise anything that quick. Who knows how Jamie is going to take it. And he's gonna need time. Whether he'll want to move, or he'll want me to leave. I don't know." She said. She hated not knowing. She hated not knowing how Jamie was going to react. Obviously it wasn't going to be good, but she wasn't sure what way he would take it. Would he get angry? Upset? Violent? She had no idea, but it was the risk she was willing to take. She had to make this all go away, and make herself happy at the same time. There was no doubt about it, it was the right thing to do. To tell him it was over, and start a life with Phil, who she knew was the one for her. Nothing had ever been more right than when she was with Phil.
"I know." Punk nodded, feeling her fingertips trace around his chest lightly, sending goosebumps up his arms, "I'm not starting work until this afternoon." He told her as she looked at the clock, which was just ticking on to 5am.
"So… we have plenty of time." She smiled, rolling over on top of him, straddling his hips as he smiled, letting out a chuckle.
"Don't you have work?" He asked her, placing his hands on either side of her hips, smiling at the feeling of her folds grinding against his length.
"Kids are off for a few days." She smiled, leaning down to capture his lips with hers, roughly tangling her tongue with his as he ran his hands up and down her back. It was this kind of magic that she had been missing out on. Never getting enough of one another.
"Promise me you'll stay safe today." She said, kissing down his chest as she slowly but surely travelled down his body. He lifted his head up, slouching up against the headboard as he watched her with so much lust in his eyes. He could never not want her. It would be impossible.
"I promise you." He said, watching her throw the covers away behind her as she apparently got to her wanted destination.
"Hmmm." She grinned up at him, "Someone's gotten excited again." She smirked, wrapping her small hand around his dick, stroking him up and down agonisingly slowly whilst he rolled his head back, quickly rolling it forward again to grab a handful of her hair.
He pulled her hair back to tilt her head back, running his thumb down her lips and to her chin as she smiled, "Mhm… sit back, baby." She slowly moved her hips from side to side, watching him, still with a handfulled grip on her hair, slowly sit back and relax. Only then did she wrap her moist mouth around his large length, slowly licking him from top to bottom with the tip of her tongue.
"Shit… April..." He groaned as she began to fully take him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as her saliva ran down his thick length. There was no better feeling in the pit of his stomach. She made him feel alive. On top of the world. Incredible. She was beautiful, sexy, strong, amazing… he couldn't believe he had landed himself so lucky.
"Fuck, April. Just like that." He moaned, bucking his hips, through no fault of his own, the length of him hitting the back of her throat, hearing her cough a little which he laughed and apologised for, not that she minded.
"Mmm… you taste good." She wiped her mouth, purring like a little kitten that had just been fed, climbing back up his body as he smiled.
"I can guarantee you taste better." He argued as she smiled, leaning down and pressing an opened mouth kiss on his lips, feeling him deepen the kiss as she fondled down with his length, guiding it to where her swollen folds were dripping for him, sinking down upon his stiffness and leaning back.
He looked up at her, so natural and beautiful, so full of love to give and energy. She began to move up and down on him whilst he reached up, squeezing her breasts in his hands, which caused her to giggle, looking down at him as he looked back up. They never took their eyes off of one another. Every intimate moment they had was so meangingful, and expressed their feelings for one another. He looked up and he seen his best friend, his soul mate, his lover, his future wife, his future everything. He looked up and he seen the girl he saved.
AJ got home around 7am after showering at Punks and leaving him to get some sleep and rest before going to work. She was terrified for him. She knew that he was in charge of the ongoing case with the killer on the run, and she knew he had already been shot by him. She didn't want anything else to happen to him. She prayed for him to stay safe whilst out.
But she also prayed for herself, as she had no idea what she was about get herself into. She was going to tell Jamie today. It was going to happen. She was going to come clean. Because all this time she thought she was protecting Jamie, all she was really doing was lying to him, and he deserved the truth.
She tip toed home, closing the door behind her as she walked into the living room, stumbling upon Jamie, already awake, ready for work, but waiting on her, wondering yet again, just like a few months ago, where she had been.
"Why aren't you away? You'll be late for work?" She shook her head as he folded his arms.
"Where the hell were you, April?" He asked, "You didn't come to bed. Your side of the bed wasn't even touched last night. You can't go walkabout when there's killers on the loose around here." He said, "Where the hell were you?" He demanded answers.
And here it was. The moment of the truth. The big revelation. The time to admit to her feelings, and pray that he only understood.
"Jamie… listen, I have to talk to you." She told him.
"I'm listening." He stood, sturdy on his feet, looking across at her as she stumbled around on the spot.
She was terrified, but she knew once all said and done, she would be happy with Phil.
"I..." She began, clasping her hands, not really knowing what to do or say. It was much harder than she thought. She never thought she'd utter these words to him. She really thought he was the one, but he wasn't and it was time to be honest with him, because he deserved her honesty, "I've been sleeping with someone else, Jamie." She told him as he stumbled back, tilting his head to the side, staring daggers at her as he eventually shook his head in disbelief.
"No… Don't be stupid. Of course you haven't." He shook his head.
"I have." Jamie said, "And it doesn't matter who it is, or why I've been doing it. Well… I guess it matters why I've been doing it..." She looked down at the floor, looking back across at him as he looked in awe and shock. She hated this, "I'm not happy. I haven't been happy for a while. I just… I don't think it's working with us anymore." She said as he looked at her, absolutely repulsed.
"You're lying." He shook his head, "You wouldn't cheat on me." He tried to tell himself. He had had his suspicions about her sneaking off, but he never ever suspected her to actually be having an affair. He felt like he didn't know her. And maybe that was the problem, "We've been together for ten years, April. Married for nearly three. Why would you have…" He began pacing, so confused and hurt by this news.
"I'm sorry, Jamie. I never done it to hurt you. I promise. This wasn't anything to do with you. I just… I feel like I'm love elsewhere, more than I've ever been loved here." She confessed, "I just… don't feel any love, or connection with you anymore. And I'm sorry." She said. It was breaking her heart to do this, she never thought she would have had to, but it was time to come clean and get herself out of this mess.
She watched as Jamie paused, looking up at her with disgust, "Who is he?" He spat, quickly walking towards her as she tried to back away, feeling him grab her by the shoulders tightly, looking down upon her with pity, "Tell me!" He yelled.
"It doesn't matter." She shook her head with fear, "What matters is I'm not happy here, and I don't want to be with you anymore." She told him.
"April… you have three seconds to tell me who he is, before I beat it out of you." He spat as she looked up at him. She was terrified. He looked deadly serious with every word he spoke, and so he should have been. She couldn't imagine how he was feeling, but she was glad the truth was out. She felt like she could finally breathe again.
"1..." Jamie began.
"It's Phil." AJ blurted as he looked at her strangely, backing away from her.
"Next door?" He asked, feeling a tad sick now, "You've been… you've been fucking that bastard next door while I was here? Has… has he been in our bed? Why him?" Jamie shook his head. He had so many questions that needed answered.
"None of that matters." AJ said, although she knew it would matter to him, "I know you feel it too, I know you know we aren't the same as what we were when we first met. We've fell out of love, Jamie. I know you know we have." She said as he scowled upon her.
The next thing she knew was a whistling sharp slap coming down across her face, her immediate reflexes cupping her stinging cheek as she turned back around to stare at him with fear. She hoped he wouldn't have done that. She hoped he would have been calm, but who was she kidding. She'd just told him she'd been sleeping with another man, and that she didn't love him anymore. Why on earth would he be acting calm?
"You disgust me." He spat, looking over her, "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic, poor excuse of a woman. I hope you rot." He said, stepping back and looking down upon her again, not being able to help himself as another whistling, sharp slap connected against her face.
She was embarrassed, in pain, and felt so small beside him. She always knew what she was doing was wrong, but it was finally out in the open. She didn't know what he was going to do next. He pushed by her, not being able to look at her much longer, walking into the hallway and upstairs as she walked over to the couch, sitting down on the sofa as she held her red marked cheek, tears falling down from her eyes. She knew it would suck when coming clean, but she felt worthless and disgusted with herself, even though what she had done was because she wasn't in love with him anymore. She didn't know what he was going to do next.
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