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Punk's POV:

I met Sara outside of catering after the main event and could tell something was off; her earlier bubbly mood had been replaced by an off standing one as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. I ignored it at first, but as we drove to the hotel it became increasingly worse as she stared out the window, silent.

I reached over resting my hand on her thigh noticing her flinch, "Hey are you okay? What happened to the good mood; you should be on cloud nine, you accomplished what you set out to…" She gave me a small smile, one I recognized as her nervous smile, before shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm fine, just a lot on my mind that's all…"

"Care to share? I've been told I'm a great listener…" She shook her head before continuing to stare out the window again. I let out a sigh deciding not to push it; I wasn't in the mood for an argument, and odds were whatever she had pent up would subside when we went out to celebrate. I grabbed our bags from the trunk and followed Sara inside; it was quiet as we went up six floors, a very awkward silence. When we made it back to the room, I dropped the bags by the door before walking across the room and wrapping my arms around Sara from behind; I felt her tense up and knew she was lying about being fine. Whatever it was that was bothering her had something to do with me and I quickly ran through the days events trying to remember if I had said or done something to make her act this way.

"What is wrong with you? Did I do something? I personally don't remember doing something, but it wouldn't be the first time that I've fucked up and not even realized it." She shook her head while furthering her distance from me.

"No…I just…even though I showered at the arena I still feel kind of gross…" I raised an eyebrow; this was the girl that never hesitated being affectionate with me regardless if she was dripping with sweat or not; she noticed my suspicions quickly changing the subject. "So about tonight…"

"What about it?"

"Well I was thinking instead of going out to dinner, just the two of us, that maybe you wouldn't mind meeting up with everyone else at a club."

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be sure?"

"I don't know…seeing what happened last time you were at a club I didn't think you'd be so eager to go back to one."

"It's not a big deal; that was months ago…do you want to go or not?"

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do…" She gave me another fake smile before grabbing her bag and heading into the bathroom. Women could be so confusing, Sara was guilty of this a lot of the time, but something really wasn't right. I couldn't help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about us; if I wanted Sara to stay with me, I needed to make the night one she'd never forget.

Sara's POV:

AJ's words played on a loop in my head; it didn't matter what I said or did to try to convince myself she was lying, I still couldn't ignore what she'd said. Part of me just wanted to tell Phil exactly what she'd said while the other part of me wanted to look into things and see if he was capable of doing something so awful. My inner detective was the only reason I agreed to go to the club that night and I had every intention of watching his every move.

I'll be the first to admit I'd had a little too much to drink, but it seemed like everyone wanted to buy me a congratulatory shot. Phil had sat at the bar the whole night looking less then pleased with my decisions, but he kept his opinion to himself.

We got back to the room a little after 2AM and I was happy to have the feel good feelings back, even if they were alcohol induced. Phil seemed to notice my mood change and smiled as he helped me to bed.

"I see you're feeling much better, did you drink away the bad mojo you were feeling earlier?"

"Yes, I am feeling so much better and I'm sorry if I was a bitch earlier, but I want to make it up to you." He smirked before leaning down and giving me a sweet kiss.

"There's plenty of time for that, but I think now you need to get some sleep princess…lucky for you we don't have anywhere to be tomorrow until the late afternoon, so you can sleep off the hangover that I know you're going to have."

"I can sleep when I'm dead…" I stood up wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his; the kiss went from simple to passionate as my hands began tugging at the button on his jeans. To my surprise he pulled away wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I want this, I want this really bad, but you're drunk; I don't want our first time to be like this." My happy feelings quickly turned to anger as AJ's words came back to haunt me, "he wanted you so badly he paid the bartender to slip it in your drink. Who did you think did it?"

"Is it because I'm actually conscious this time? Would you prefer if I were passed out and completely out of it so that I didn't have a choice in the matter?"

"Sara I think you need to lay down; you're talking crazy now, you need to sleep this off."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child! I know what you did Phil, AJ told me all about it!"

"What do you know, someone has started a rumor and you did the one thing I told you not to, you believed it! What am I guilty of exactly?"

"She told me you paid the bartender to rufi my drink that night and it makes sense. You were pretty much obsessed with me and you wanted to get me away from Randy. I'd probably still be with him if you hadn't stuck your nose into my business!"

"Oh really! Do you forget the part where he had zero trust in you? That freak show was fucked up way before I came along and I can't believe that you'd think I would do such a sick thing, apparently you aren't the person I thought you were. Besides that I was the person who saved your ass that night and I didn't even touch you nonetheless have sex with you."

"Why did you want me away from Randy so badly? What did he do to you that makes you hate him so much?" I noticed the flash of anger in Phil's eyes and instantly regretted not talking to him about what I'd heard in the first place; even though I was drunk and kept telling myself to shut up, I couldn't and I knew this was going to cost me my relationship; it was too bad I couldn't find the emotions to care.

"Do you want to know what he's done? He's broken every woman he's come across and one of them was very important to me. I've watched him use and abuse girl after girl and stupid me I felt something for you and didn't want to see you go down like the others; clearly that was a mistake because you're just like him." I stood in awe, feeling as if I was having an out of body experience as I watched him grab his bag and head toward the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" He said nothing and didn't even turn around to look at me; instead he just slammed the door. I slumped to the floor as the repercussions of the night hit me all at once; Phil had warned me there would be stories that would circulate, coworkers that would try to ruin what we had, and it only took one lie to wreck everything. The sobs were quiet and heavy taking all the energy I had left as I laid on the floor not sure what to do with myself.

Oh Sara what have you done?

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