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"So you're just not gonna talk to me?" Punk asked, walking into work the next morning, having said hi to his brother at his desk who ignored him.
"No, I don't really feel like it." Dean said.
"Come on, man. Don't you think I know I've fucked up?" Punk asked, sitting down on his chair, wheeling over to Dean's desk, "I know it's wrong, ok? I know."
"Do you? Because you don't seem like you do." Dean said.
"I do." Punk said, "But… I'm not just fooling around with this girl." He said, "I think…" He paused, realising the significance of what he was about to say, "I think I'm in love with her." He nodded, "Which means I'm not… I'm not love with my wife. The only reason I was holding out for something was because I thought I still was but… I'm not." He nodded.
"Who the hell is this girl? How can you be in love with her if you've known her for three weeks?" Dean scoffed, "You're just losing your mind, maybe. That makes more sense." Dean shook his head.
"Look, I can't get into it but I promise you… I'm not just fooling around. I care about this girl. And yeah she's… she's made me realise that my marriage isn't going anywhere. My wife won't even talk to me and I still don't even understand why." He said as Dean sighed to himself, "This girl helped me realise I need to get out, which is what you wanted, right?"
"Hey, don't you go twisting my words to support your filthy ass. What was stopping you from just telling Janine all of this before you started screwing this chick?" Dean asked, "She's gonna be crashed, man."
"So… maybe I just don't tell her. Maybe I just tell her that I wanna get divorced-"
"Phil, I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but you're acting like a jerk. It's bad enough what you're doing but now you're not even gonna tell her?" Dean shook his head, "Does this girl you're with know you're married?"
"Yeah, she does." Punk nodded.
"Great. Can't wait to meet her. A chick who is fine with sleeping with a married man. You certainly know how to pick them." Dean nodded.
"Hey, she is not like that. Believe me." Punk promised as Dean shook his head, "What do you want me to say, man? I've been fucking miserable for months. I've done everything I could to try and help my marriage and she decided to walk out. Not me." He said, "And now I'm actually with someone who I cared about and… and she cares about me." He nodded as Dean looked at him.
"You're with her? So what she's… she's your girlfriend? You have a girlfriend and a wife now? You're that guy?" Dean asked as Punk shook his head.
"I don't even know why I'm bothering." Punk shook his head, moving back over to his own desk as Dean sighed to himself, wheeling his way over to Punk's desk on his chair.
"Look, any other time, if I knew that you actually met someone who treated you well. Someone who made you happy which… yeah, you do look happy." Dean nodded, "I'd be so stoked for you. Unbelievably happy." He said, "But you are a married man. You made vows." Dean said.
"I don't feel married. I haven't for the past year." Punk said.
"Ok and that's fair enough, but the fact is you are. You are married. Janine knows you as her husband." Dean said as Punk looked across at him, "I'm scared what she's gonna do when she finds this out. I'm scared for you, I'm scared for this poor girl, whoever she is, that you've dragged into this."
"Dean, she's not some stranger." Punk assured him.
"Then tell me who it is." Dean said curiously. He still wanted to know the details.
"No… no, she's not involved. It's got nothing to do with her." Punk said.
"Doesn't look like that from where I'm standing." Dean said, "You gotta make this right before it gets any worse. Get Janine home, tell her everything and… I'll set up the couch for you at my place." He shook his head as Punk sighed to himself.
"Despite what you think… I never wanted this. I never planned on it." Punk made clear. He was very much falling for AJ, but that didn't mean he wasn't upset that his marriage hadn't worked out the way it should have.
"I know you didn't. But somehow you've made something that was already pretty bad, so much worse." Dean said as Punk looked across at him, "Only you can fix this."
"I know." Punk sighed to himself, "I know."
"Dean knows." Punk whispered, sitting at the bar talking to AJ as she almost dropped a glass out of her hand.
"What?" AJ said, panicked.
"He doesn't know it's you." Punk assured her quickly, "But he knows that I'm… seeing someone else." He said, "Found a condom wrapper in my car."
"Oh my God." AJ said worriedly.
"He's pissed off with me." Punk nodded to himself, "Obviously." He said, speaking quietly to her.
"What did he say?" AJ asked.
"Well between the lines he said I'm more or less a piece of shit." Punk nodded, "And that I should be telling Janine." He said as AJ sighed to herself.
"He's right." She nodded to him.
"April." Jeanette batted angrily, walking over to her as Punk watched, "What did I tell you about being down here?" She spat, "And talking to this man." He said as AJ looked over at Punk.
"She's a grown ass woman." Punk spat as Jeanette turned to him whilst AJ looked at him worriedly, "She can do what she wants. You don't control her life."
"Excuse me?" Jeanette looked across at Punk.
"You heard me." Punk said bluntly.
"April, go upstairs." Jeanette ordered.
"Mom, it's ok-"
"Go upstairs now." Jeanette spat as AJ nodded, backing away, keeping her eyes on Punk worriedly as she eventually disappeared upstairs.
"You don't have to treat her like that. She's not a little girl." Punk said.
"And who the hell are you?" Jeanette questioned, "I'm her mother. How dare you tell me how to treat my daughter."
"I wouldn't have to if you just treated her right." Punk said.
"I want you to stay out of it. Mind your own damn business and leave my daughter alone." Jeanette hissed, "Do you understand me?" She questioned. One too many times this man had gotten under her skin in regards to her daughter. She didn't like it, and she didn't like him.
"I understand." Punk nodded cockily, if she only knew.
"Phil…" AJ moaned out, placing her hand on the car window which she was backed up against, feeling him thrusting into her as she circled her legs around his waist to feel him closer, "Don't stop." She panted, placing her hand down between them, massaging her clit in circles as he pumped in and out of her hard.
"Fuck, baby. You feel so good." Punk moaned, placing his hand on the window to steady himself as he thrust into her, looking down and watching his length piercing through her whilst her fingers circled her clit desperately.
"I'm gonna cum." AJ moaned, cupping her breasts in her hands, her back pressed against the corner of the back seat, "Yes… don't stop." She panted, feeling her orgasm on the brink, a few more thrusts from him sending her right over the edge, yelling out his name, her whole body tingling.
Punk smirked as he felt her come around him, her core leaking around his length as he thrusted through her orgasm to reach his own.
AJ watched as he came inside of her, pulling at his arms and circling her legs tighter around his waist, lacing her fingers through his slicked hair which had come undone, desperate to feel him close.
"Fucking hell." Punk moaned, pulling out of her and sitting back as he ran both hands through his hair which she'd pulled out of its slicked style.
"I'm throbbing." AJ whispered, still leaning up against the corner of the back seat, stroking herself as he watched, "I love watching you cum." She smiled as he chuckled and nodded.
"I know." He nodded.
"I thought my mom wasn't gonna let me go out." She admitted truthfully, "After you had a go at her."
"Yeah well she needs to hear it from someone." Punk said.
"You think I can stick up for myself?" AJ wondered.
"No, I just think you're a good person who doesn't wanna hurt anyone." Punk nodded.
"Maybe." AJ thought to herself, "What are you gonna do about Dean?" She asked.
"It's not Dean I'm worried about." Punk said truthfully, "He's right. I… I should tell her." He said as AJ nodded.
"Yeah, I agree." AJ nodded, "It's so… hard to care about anything else when you make me feel the way you do." She admitted truthfully as he nodded.
"I feel the same." He smiled to her, watching her kneel up and climb over him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"I love you." She nodded. It was a no brainer. All she felt was love for him. It was truly something special. Even in those quiet moments where they slept exhaustedly in each other's arms, the love was overwhelming, "And it's ok if you don't really feel the same. I get it." She nodded as he looked into her eyes. That was the whole thing. She got it. She got him. She saw him when he was at his lowest, and brought him back to life. He was in love with this woman.
"I love you." Punk nodded, "April Mendez." He smiled as she looked into his eyes, feeling butterflies in her stomach.
She pressed her lips against his and kissed him passionately, "I hope we never lose this." She whispered against his mouth, leaning her forehead against his, "Promise me." She said. As time went by, the more feelings she developed, the more she realised just how in love she was with him.
"I promise you." Punk whispered, placing his hands behind her neck, looking into her eyes. He knew what he had to do. He had to tell his wife everything. He had to end it, because he wanted to give AJ the world like she deserved.
Punk dropped AJ off at the bar, desperately wishing they could stay with each other just that little bit longer.
He drove home, parking up outside his house and getting out of the car. Yet again, he walked in through the door which was already opened, and he only assumed it was Dean to tell him off some more.
"Dean?" Punk called, walking into the house, closing the door behind him, pausing as he saw Janine's bags sitting at the bottom of the stairs, "Shit." He whispered to himself.
"Hey." Janine walked out of the kitchen as he watched her, "I was about to get a search party out for you. You're not usually home so late." She said as he looked across at her.
"I… I didn't know you were coming back today." Punk said.
"Yeah." Janine nodded, "Neither did I until I woke up, I guess." She smiled, "I've just been missing you so much." She shook her head, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he gulped, hugging her back.
"Wait… Janine, we gotta talk…" Punk pulled back from the hug as she looked across at him.
"Yeah, we do." Janine agreed, walking through to the kitchen as he followed, "I was thinking about what you said, about me running off and bailing on us and… I guess I was too proud to admit that, that's what I was doing." She nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter as he stood across from her, "I just didn't want to keep fighting with you. I love you too much." She shook her head.
"Janine-"
"No, please let me… let me talk." Janine said, "I know that sometimes I can be hard to deal with. And you have your flaws too." She made clear as Punk looked at her, "But I think we can work on this, I think we can get past it-"
"I want a divorce." Punk looked across at her.