Author's note: No your eyes do not deceive you. This is a new chapter that I've uploaded just after the last. How I managed to do a chapter in 2 days is beyond me but I'm exhausted! Your reviews are greatly appreciated, keep them coming!
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Another day, another boring Creative meeting in Stanford. Georgie sat through a good hour of finalising the upcoming TLC PPV, assessing current angles and talent and finally deciding on the booking of the Royal Rumble at the end of January. Much to her delight Stephanie had decided on Punk to be booked to be victorious of the Rumble, however this just made her extra cautious about her relationship with Punk. If they were caught there was a chance that Stephanie could reverse her decision and put Batista back up to win the Rumble, much to the Brit's dismay. Punk deserved this win, even if he didn't know he had it yet. Plus there was the issue of management finding out Georgie's personal life, and how that would affect her. She didn't want to be accused of having a conflict of interest, or not to be taken seriously for her work. She had to protect both her and Punk's best interest.

Strolling through the hallways of headquarters, Georgie yawned as she planned the long day she had ahead. She would go straight to the airport from the office to attend a house show in Minnesota. Her head jerked up at the sound of laughter towards the end of the hallway. She recognised Hunter straight away, but her stomach dropped at the sight of his occupant. Dave Batista. Admittedly he looked rather handsome in his jeans, tight jumper with his trademark flat cap and shades. Without thinking she turned on her heel and hurried in the opposite direction before she got spotted. Between the stopping of Batista winning the Rumble and her admission of her crush on him at dinner a couple of weeks prior, there was no way she was in any fit condition to meet The Animal. But it was too late.

'Georgie!'

She heard Hunter's voice calling out for her and feigned ignorance and carried on. She'd known since that initial Rumble meeting when Stephanie made the announcement of his triumphant return that she would eventually meet him. She just didn't want it to be today.

'Hey Georgie, wait up!'

She stop in her tracks and took a deep breathe before she slowly turned. There was no point putting this off, she was going to meet him sooner or later.

'Hi Hunter.' She called out sweetly as the two men approached her. Dave Batista who was huge on screen appeared even more gigantic in person.

'There's someone I want you to meet. Georgie this is Dave Batista. Dave, Georgie.' Hunter greeted, gesturing between the two. Dave took off his shades, and looked straight at the young Brit with his seductive hazel eyes as she squirmed on the spot.

'Nice to meet you.' He purred in his deep husky voice, biting his lip as he looked down on her. She felt her whole body flush under his gaze as she tried to form the words on her tongue.

'I-I….Umm…Err… I gotta go.' She stuttered before stumbling away and out of view as quick as her clumsy legs could take her.

'That was rude.' Dave frowned as Hunter chuckled heartedly, clutching his chest.

'Don't mind her, she's star struck.'

'Oh yeah?' Dave asked with raised eyebrows.

'Yeah. She's a huge fan of yours!' Hunter winked as the big man's eyes lit up.

'Really? She's kinda cute, I'd tap that.' Dave smirked, rubbing his chin.

'Oh no you don't. She our star writer and I can't have you go breaking her heart now can I?' Hunter warned playfully.

'Relax, man. Just a little harmless flirting.' Dave grinned.

'Yeah I'm sure half the Diva's locker room remember you're harmless flirting.' Hunter teased, referring to his previous liaisons with the Divas.

'Very funny dude.'

It was late in Seattle and Georgie had just laid her head to rest for the night. The Raw show had finished hours earlier, and many of the men on the roster had gone straight out to celebrate Jon's 28th birthday. It was to be a 'guy's night', not that Georgie would consider tagging along if it weren't. Rumour had it that the celebration included a casino and a strip club, much to her annoyance. She was currently rooming with Nev, a process of elimination because his other stable mates were early birds whilst the Geordie was notoriously nocturnal and often slept in. Something that him and Georgie had in common, it seemed natural that they would room together. Plus Georgie really did bond with Nev; he was like a little brother to her despite being nearly a year older.

Laying in the dark, Georgie felt herself dozing off when she was rudely awoken by the sound of loud crashing followed by a series of expletives. Jumping from her bed she rushed out the bedroom and turned on the light in the living area to find Nev in a heap on the floor next to the coffee table, trousers round his ankles and groaning in pain.

'Nev… What the….'

'Uuugh.'

He rolled over, his hands over his face as he tried to kick off his trousers. Georgie kneeled down to her fellow Brit and peeled his hands from his face.

'Are you ok?' She asked in concern.

'I'm positively mortal, man.' He chuckled, a juvenile grin plastered on his face.

He jerked up, clutching the coffee table for support. She watched on as he stumbled to raise himself before falling straight back down again.

'Be careful!' She warned, grabbing his arm and aiding him up again.

She managed to get him standing up, and held him forcefully as he kicked off his shoes followed by his trousers that were hanging round his ankles. She thought about what had got him in this state as she guided him towards the sofa.

'So what did you get up to?' She asked casually.

'The Shield boys took us to a strip club, like. I pulled some Russian chick. Long legs. Very nice.' He slurred as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

'Pulled or paid for?' She smirked, helping him with his buttons.

'Same difference, man.' He yawned.

'Not really.'

After finally successfully undressing him like a child, she proceeded to help him up to guide him to his bed when he stopped her abruptly.

'Uuuugh. I think I'm gonna chunder, like.' He groaned, his hand clutching his stomach.

'Bathroom. Now.' She ordered.

He shuffled to the bathroom, leaving the door open so she could hear the unpleasant sound of him vomiting in the toilet. She sighed in frustration heading towards the mini fridge in search of a bottle of water, but was unsuccessful. She picked up some loose change from his discarded wallet on the floor along with his key card and headed back to the bathroom, greeted by the sight of his head in the toilet and his body limp.

'I'm just popping out to get some water, ok?' She called out to little response.

'Uuuugh.'

She checked the time, it was just after 3am and she hoped that she wouldn't be seen wondering the hotel this late. She left the room barefoot and in unflattering flannel pyjamas, make free and her hair still damp from the shower she took earlier.

She purchased a couple of bottles of water from the vending machine; yawning and she scooped them up. The silence in the hallway was broken by the sound of voice and high pitched giggling. To her horror she could hear the sexy laugh of Jon, and without thinking she darted into a nearby stairwell, leaving the door slightly ajar so she could sneak a peak at her former lover and his company. She listened carefully as the voices got louder as they got closer.

'You're so funny, Dean.' Girl number one giggled as Jon responded something inaudibly.

She sniggered at the use of his ring name opposed to Jon. She wondered if he was in the company of ring rats. Before she knew it they were walking past, Jon arm in arm with two women. The first thing she noticed was the shoes that could only be described as stripper platform heels. One of the girls wore a white PVC dress and had peroxide blonde natty extensions and a streaky fake tan, whilst the other had bright pink polka straight hair and a see through matching pink netted dress. Her nostrils were overcome with the scent of cheap perfume and Jon's favourite whiskey.

'Yeah and you're biceps are huge.' The girl with the pink hair purred as she gripped on to Jon's muscular arm.

'You must work out all the time.' The cheap blonde cooed, grabbing on to his other arm as she struggled to walk in her ridiculous six inch heels.

'I try.' He smirked before stopping abruptly right past where Georgie was looking. Her heart stopped as he stood there, his back to her and pondered for a moment. She hoped to God he would turn and see her looking at him through the gap of the door. Finally, after what seemed like eternity he pulled his company with them as he continued down the hallway.

'Come on ladies, let's take this inside.' He murmured as the walked until they were out of sight.

Typical Jon. She thought. Some things never change.

Chilling in his luxury townhouse in Chicago, Punk was enjoying a rare day off watching TV with his best friend Colt Cabana. They had ordered pizza and watched Breaking Bad whilst catching up. But Punk's mind was elsewhere and this did not go unnoticed by his best friend.

'Alright, fess up. Who is she?' Colt asked out of the blue.

'Huh?'

'Your new girl.'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Punk frowned as he returned to his phone which he had been glued to all night.

'Yeah yeah. I've talking to you about my Podcast for the last 15 minutes and considering you're supposed to me my biggest fan you haven't listened to a word I've said.' Colt accused lightly.

'I have.' Punk insisted.

'Right, so who's on my next episode then?' Colt challenged.

Punk put down his phone and racked his brain trying to answer Colt's question. He'd been caught red handed daydreaming about the woman who he had thought none stop about for several months. After nearly a minute of pondering he gave Colt an apologetic look whilst the latter laughed in response.

'Exactly. You only get like this when there's a woman involved. So who is she?' He asked again.

'It's complicated.' Punk shrugged.

'Is it Amy?'

'No! Although she did try and get back with me but I put her straight.' Punk insisted as he recalled the night she tried to proposition him and he left her on the bus without a word to go to Georgie.

'AJ?'

'For the last time, no! There's nothing going on, not now and not ever.' He groaned, now bored of the rumour mill regarding him and April.

'Hmmm…. I know. I know! It's Georgie the British chick, right? Am right? I'm right am I?' Colt urged as he jumped on the sofa with excitement.

'Yes.' Punk muttered quietly.

'I knew it!' Colt exclaimed punching his fist in the air. 'You can't fool me brother. When did this happen? Tell me everything! I want details.'

'We've been fooling around for the last couple of months. Since Battlefield. It's nothing serious, though.' Punk shrugged, avoiding his friend's gaze because he always saw straight through him.

'Yeah right, I know that look. It's serious alright.'

'She said friends with benefits and that's what it is.' Punk sighed throwing his hands in the air.

'Is that what you want?' Colt asked.

Punk shrugged again and looked up to the ceiling. Colt laughed at the sight of his friend so hung up on a girl.

'You really like her don't you?'

'What's your point?' Punk asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.

'My point is you gotta go for it. If you like her as much as I think you do then you gotta make the move, bro.' Colt urged.

'What do you suggest Don Juan Cabana?' Punk asked dryly.

'Invite her over for Christmas.' Colt announced, smiling at himself for what he thought was the best idea ever.

'She's in New York with her friend if I recall rightly. Goes every year apparently. Plus it's a bit too much too soon you know? Christmas, with my family all there. I don't wanna overwhelm her and she seems like the kinda woman who isn't in to all of the sentiment.' Punk rambled, now wishing to get off the subject completely.

'Ok, invite her to Chicago for New Year's Eve. Tell her you're having a party.' Colt suggested enthusiastically.

'But I'm not.' Punk responded flatly.

'Then have one. Seriously bro, get her to spend New Year's here and then use that time to decide what you really want. If you're then certain about how you feel about her then that's the perfect time to ask her to be your woman.' Colt quipped, raising his eyebrows and clapping his hands together as the perfect plan formed in his head.

'I dunno.'

'Think about it. New Year's kiss. Fireworks. How could she resist?' Colt grinned like an excited child.

'I'll think about it.' Punk mumbled now completely ready to drop the subject entirely. Colt sat back in his seat sensing his deflated mood and took the remote control to see what was on.

'If she sends no you can always send her my way.' He winked at his fellow Chicagoan.

'No chance, Cabana.'

It was the WWE annual Christmas party in a hired club in New York City, just days away from Christmas Eve. The roster had wrapped up their last house show in Brooklyn before their 10 day break over the festive period, including the pre filming of the Raw and Smackdown during this time. All of the talent and crew had plans to go home the following day to spend the festivities with their families, all except Georgie. She had made her excuses to her family back home in England to do what she had done for the last three years and spend Christmas with Jenna and her big family in Brooklyn. Jenna was due to pick her up from the Hilton in Manhattan the following day, but not before an extended shopping session in the Big Apple. Truth be told she was really looking forward to a bit of a break from being on the road and work and having some downtime with her friend and her crazy family.

The party was in full swing and Georgie had once again put her attire in the hands of the Bella's and let them do her hair and make up. The results were always pleasing, and tonight she wore a plain fitted black bodice which accentuated her curves, with a sparkly glittering pencil skirt and black pumps. So far the party had been fun but uneventful, but it was now the night of the night to exchange presents. During the TLC PPV a couple of weeks prior, all WWE Roster and on the road personnel had a pick a name from John Cena's green hat and that person would be their Secret Santa. There was a modest budget despite the employees wealth, the purpose of present giving was more for laughs than anything. Georgie was sitting at a table with Stu discussing his pick for Secret Santa.

'Who did you get?' The writer asked.

'Sheamus. Easiest person ever.' Stu shrugged, swigging his beer.

'Why, what did you get him?'

'A 12 pack of Guinness and a bottle of Factor 50.' He chuckled to himself.

'Ahahaha! How did he react?' Georgie giggled.

'He seemed genuinely made up!' Stu grinned.

They watched on as their colleagues opened their presents and hugged the people that had bought them their gifts. Georgie's eyes roamed for the recipient of her present.

'Who did you get?' Stu asked.

She nodded her head in the direction of John Cena who was standing a few tables away with Nikki and Brie. He had already opened his first present, a pair of Superman underpants and laughed as he held them for all to see.

'Very funny. Is this you, Punkers?' He bellowed loudly to the other side of the seating area where Punk was chatting to Nattie and her husband.

'Don't know what you're talking about John Boy.' Punk retorted before carrying on with his conversation.

John opened his second present with a gasp and a wide eyed response. He held up his XXL Tottenham Hotspur football shirt, the English team he supported and coincidentally the same team Georgie followed. He turned his shirt around with a smile to find that on the back had Cena written on it. He looked up in Georgie's direction, their eyes locked and he let out a beaming smile.

'Is this you, Shorty?' He hollered, holding up his shirt in pride. She nodded shyly as he hurried to towards her.

'Come here!' He commanded with his arms wide open. She stumbled towards him, expecting his embrace but shrieked when he pulled her in for a tight bear hug and proceeded to pick her up and spin her around.

'How did you manage to get a Spurs shirt out here?' He asked after he finally put her down.

'I have my sources. Do you like it?' She grinned, knowing the response.

'I love it! Thanks, Shorty.' He beamed, giving her a kiss on the forehead and ruffled her hair.

'You're welcome.' She replied sincerely.

Cena gave her a wink before running back to his table to show off his shirt. She smiled at how genuinely please he was, and she knew she got the right gift.

'You got your present yet.' Stu asked.

'Nope still waiting.' Georgie replied as more presents were getting handed out.

'THANK YOU!'

They both turned to see Punk standing on a chair waving a brand new Cubs hat and a can of Pepsi in the air, announcing his presents to the room. Georgie chuckled at he swigged on his Pepsi whilst Mike yelled 'You're welcome' at him from across the room.

'What did you get?' Georgie asked Stu.

He pulled out a DVD from a gift bag on the table, and Georgie burst into a fit of giggles when she saw it. It was the film Dead Man Down, the movie in which Stu had a minor role in earlier on in the year and was briefly used in WWE storyline with Sheamus many months ago.

'Who got you that?'

'I'm yet to find out, but trust me I will.' Stu answered in a mock threat tone.

'That's hilarious.' Georgie laughed as he held the DVD up to her face.

'It the special double DVD Blue Ray addition and you will be watching it with me later.' He threatened making her laugh even harder.

'I can hardly wait.'

They were approached by Jade, Stephanie's latest personal assistant who handed two small presents to Georgie.

'Here Georgie, these are yours.' She said as she handed over the neatly wrapped small presents to the Brit.

'Thanks.'

She held the presents in her hand and admired the delicate wrapping paper. The paper was white with small silver snowflakes dotted around which Georgie thought was simple yet really pretty. As she felt her presents it was apparent that she had received a couple of books.

'What you waiting for, girl. Open them.' Stu urged.

She carefully opened the larger one of the two, making sure she didn't rip her pretty wrapping paper. She chuckled loudly when she saw what she had received. The cover was animated and very colourful and the title read America for Dummies: A simple self help book for non Americans. She flicked through the book and laughed when she found a post it attached to the Baseball chapter. She chuckled as she instantly recalled the day Punk and Colt took her to see a baseball game in Chicago many months ago.

'Very funny.' She muttered as her eyes searched for Punk.

'Any ideas who your Secret Santa is?' Stu asked as she finally locked eyes with the Straight Edge Superstar who smirked at her in a silent response.

'Oh I've got an idea alright.'

She opened the second present with as much caution as the first and gasped when she pulled the book out from the wrapping paper. There in her hands was a perfectly new addition of Jane Austen's Persuasion, her favourite book and the book that she had lost on his bus several months prior.

'What is it?' Stu asked curiously as Georgie stared silently in awe at the thoughtful gift.

'It's my favourite book.' She whispered as she lightly traced the cover.

'Aaah.' He shrugged, returning to his beer.

She looked up at Punk again who was staring straight at her trying to gage her reaction. She beamed at him from a distance whilst he returned her warm smile and she put the first book down carefully on the table and turned to Stu.

'I'll be back in a minute.'

The walk to Punk felt like eternity and she was relived to find he was on his own when she finally reached him, Persuasion in hand. He hadn't taken his eyes of her the entire time.

'I don't suppose you know who my Secret Santa is, do you?' She asked playfully when she finally reached him.

'I've got an idea.' He responded dryly.

'Thank you. This… this means a lot.' She spoke quietly holding up her new book, her voice earnest and somewhat choked up.

'Do you like it?' He asked hopefully and wide eyed.

'I love it. It's my favourite.' She answered sincerely.

'I know.' He smiled.

A few moments of silence passed with Georgie smiling shyly at Punk whilst his eyes intensified as they bore into hers. After what felt like several minutes he finally spoke.

'I've been meaning to ask you something. What are you doing for New Year's?'

She felt completely caught off guard by his question, but secretly rejoiced. She bit her lip to stop herself from breaking out into the biggest grin and tried to come across as casual as possible.

'Um… I dunno. I've had a few offers but I haven't decided yet. Why?' She shrugged, but inwardly beamed.

'I was wondering…. I mean, if you wanted… Come to Chicago. I'm organising a little something and would like you to be there.' He proposed as he stuttered slightly.

'With you?' She asked stunned by his offer and the manner in which he proposed it. Never had she found him so endearing.

'Yeah with me. I mean, you could stay with me… if you like.' He shrugged trying to feign a causal demeanour but in reality he was hanging on to her every word. She thought about her response and just as she was opening her mouth Glenn Jacobs jumped between the pair out of nowhere with a camera.

'Pose for the photo!' He ordered enthusiastically.

Punk put an awkward arm around Georgie's shoulder as they posed for a photo, which was taken mid laugh as Georgie chuckled at Kane, the 'Devil's Favourite Demon' wearing a bright reindeer tie and a yellow paper Christmas cracker hat.

'Georgie, you have to come and meet my wife!' He ushered the writer, pointing in the direction of his beautiful other half.

'We'll finish this conversation later.' Punk whispered deeply in her ear just before she got pulled away for a meet and greet. As she was being pulled away she took one look behind her to see Punk letting out a deep breath. Maybe, just maybe he felt the same for her as she did for him.

Standing at the bar, she finally got a quiet moment to herself so she could reflect on what had just happened. She couldn't deny how touched she was for his gift, and how coincidental it was that he picked her name. And then there was his invitation. The thought of spending New Year's with Punk in his home filled her with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Looking for guidance, she took her phone from her purse and sent a text to someone's who opinion she trusted implicitly.

He's asked me to spend NYE with him in Chicago. X

She ordered a margarita at the bar and people watched from a distance. She laughed as she observed JBL trying on his new hat, courtesy of his Secret Santa whilst some practical joker had bought Vince McMahon a pack of toilet roll with a 50 dollar bills design printed on them. Whoever bought him that was keeping quiet, and of she didn't know any better she would automatically assume this was Punk's doing. She made a mental note to herself to try and find his Secret Santa before the night was up, when her phone vibrated in her hand.

Y2J: You talking about Punk? X

Of course, who else would I be talking about? What do you think? X

She was too engrossed waiting for her response that she didn't realise she had company.

'So what did you get from Secret Santa?'

She turned to see a smiling Brad Maddox in the sharpest of grey suits pulling up a stool next to her as he sipped on his own girlie cocktail.

'A couple of books, what about you?' Georgie shrugged, hiding her phone back in her bag just in case anyone viewed the content.

'Books. Is that it?' Brad asked puzzled.

'It has sentimental value.' Georgie frowned, feeling defensive over his comment.

'Right. Well I was wondering what all the fuss was about.' Brad shrugged as he ordered another drink.

'What do you mean?' She asked perplexed.

'Don't you know?'

Georgie shook her head in response as Brad smile widened. He took a swig from his drink and continued.

'Punk never had you for Secret Santa. I did.' Brad confessed proudly.

'Then how did he…'

'End up with you? He went to near enough everyone in the company to find out who picked you so he could swap.' He explained as Georgie stared at him open mouthed.

Her chest fluttered at the thought of him going to such lengths to give her the present that provided her with such sentimental value. Her eyes roamed the room searching for Punk as Brad continued, unaware of the weight of what he had just told her.

'Did me a favour, he had Vickie Guerrero and I knew exactly what to get her.' Brad sniggered earning a curios glance from the writer.

'Oh yeah. What was that then?'

'Two words: Agent Provocateur.' Brad chuckled.

Georgie spat out her drink as she struggled to contain her laughter at the image that Brad had just given her. They both sat at the bar giggling as Brad wiped a stray tear from his eye whilst Georgie grabbed a napkin and dabbed the remains of cocktail that dribbled down her chin.

'You should have seen her face.' Brad wheezed as George laughed even harder.

She felt her phone vibrate in her bag and she discreetly stole a glance, smiling at the text she just received.

Y2J: Go for it, kiddo! X

She bit her lip as she quickly put her phone away and finished her cocktail in one. She was tempted by his offer earlier, but after Brad's revelation all doubts washed away. She could no longer deny the glow she felt on her skin whenever she thought of Punk, the knots in her stomach whenever he looked in her direction. She'd spent far long being cautious and second guessing her feelings and actions. The text from Jericho only spurned her further, and she'd had enough of denying herself of her needs even if it was for a moment.

'I'll be back in a minute, Brad.' She smiled a she slipped off her seat.

She breezed past wrestlers and crew members who laughed in unison over Vince's toilet paper, ignoring the Christmas toasts and drunken sing songs. She was on a mission.

It felt like forever, but she finally spot the man who plagued her thoughts, standing in the corner on his own. His attention focused on his phone, and he was smiling widely at whatever he was reading.

'Phil.'

He looked up at the sound of her voice and smirked as he looked her up and down. His lips curved in amusement whilst his olive eyes sparkled with desire, penetrating a hole through her skin.

'Georgie.'

He put his phone in his pocket and leaned back on the wall, folding his arms as he continued to look at her. She felt her breath quicken and her knees tremble as she attempted to regain composure.

'So Chicago. Isn't it rather cold this time of year?' She quipped, matching his smirk with his own. He titled his head at her remark before taking a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. He spoke in a voice so low she could barely hear him, but didn't miss a word of it.

'I'll keep you warm.'

She bit her lip as his eyes darkened suggestively. They now stood inches apart, the air around them thick as they continued to stare in silence. Neither moved neither spoke as they waited for the other to make their move.

'Look who's standing under the mistletoe!'

Georgie turned to see the grinning face of April pointing at the mistletoe above, squealing in delight. She stumbled on the spot, obvious that she had a bit to drink. April was even more tiny in person, plus she barely drank thus making her a real lightweight when she did.

'You gotta kiss, it's Christmas!' She clapped; completely unaware that she had interrupted an intimate moment between the two.

Punk groaned at her whilst Georgie blushed at her predicament. Before she had time to register Punk had leaned forward, brushing his soft lips past her cheek and settling a chaste but lingering kiss just below her cheekbone. Her senses heightened at his touch and she shivered at the feel of his breath on her neck, the roughness of his own cheek gently pressed against hers. When he finally pulled away it was then she realised that she had stopped breathing. Her chest heaved as she searched for the words, and vaguely registered the sound of April skipping away. They were alone again.

'I'll see you in Chicago then.' Georgie breathed.

He broke out into a wide grin, but his eyes were still darkened by desire. He leaned back in to whisper in her ear making her shiver all over again as she closed her eyes, blocking out everything except the gravely sound of his husky voice the feel of his hot breath on her prickly skin.

'Looking forward to it, Dollface.'

By the time she opened her eyes he was gone. But the feel of his touch lingered on her skin for the rest of the evening.

Coming up; NYE in Chicago and the conclusion of part one.