CM Punk lay on his side, facing the wall. Snoring had woken him. For once, it had not been his own snoring that had woken him up.
Punk rolled over and examined the sleeping body next to him. This man, his former best friend, his former manager, and what some believed to be his current enemy, was sleeping softly beside him. How had this happened? Punk sighed as he gazed at Paul Heyman's sleeping face. Asleep, Heyman looked innocent, the lines on his rough skin looking smoother than usual. Punk could hardly believe that this was the same manipulative asshole whose endless lies and manipulation had caused him so much hassle.
Muttering something under his breath, the sleeping Heyman slid closer to Punk. After last night, what was going to happen between Heyman and him? Would he still have to fight Brock Lesnar at Summerslam? Punk rubbed his temples again, trying once again to comprehend the situation. It was too complicated for him as usual. Punk still didn't fully understand how he felt about Heyman, and when their 'best friends' turned into 'more than friends'. He knew he'd felt like this for a while about Heyman. Of course, that was why he'd tried to change their 'business' relationship into a 'personal' relationship, which had gone horribly wrong.
The floorboards squeaked as Punk got out of bed and started to walk towards the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, Punk heard Heyman start to wake up from the other room. He walked towards the doorway and leaned against it, swigging out of the bottle casually.
"'Morning."
Confused, Heyman sat up, not quite realising where he was. His eyes quickly focused on CM Punk's muscular frame stood in the doorway, and immediately blushed. Suddenly realising that he was fully naked, Punk smirked. Heyman shook his head and sat up, half asleep, rubbing his eyes. He scanned the room for his clothes.
"What time is it-"
"Somewhere you need to be?" Punk grinned. "Come on, I doubt you're in that much of a rush..."
Spotting his clothes dangling from Punk's left hand, Heyman frowned. He got up slowly and stomped towards Punk. Angrily, he snatched them from Punk.
"Woah, someone isn't a morning person."
Heyman ignored him. He started to get dressed, acting completely oblivious to Punk watching him. What the hell? The night before Heyman had been so eager to be with him, and now he was trying to run from him? Punk frowned.
"Look, Heyman. There's no need to be like this." Punk was genuinely confused. "It happened. We can't change that."
Heyman spun round to face Punk. "You think this is all a joke, do you, Punk?" Heyman spat out the last word like he was cursing. "My reputation. If someone finds out about this..."
"You invited yourself over, Heyman! I know you don't like me saying it, but you harassed me and called me constantly." Punk's headache had returned. Wincing slightly, he continued. "You didn't care about your so-called 'reputation' last night when you were sucking my-"
"I'm your ex-manager." interrupted Heyman, his lined forehead creasing further in anger. "How are WWE supposed to take me seriously if they find out I'm sleeping with-"
"That didn't bother you last night!" Punk yelled, stepping towards Heyman. "So what, you're so OVERCOME with feelings, you HAD to come round?! What are you DOING, Heyman?"
Heyman sighed. "You, Punk, have a bad reputation within the company. Don't even try and deny it. Whereas I've been involved in the company before I even discovered you. You, CM Punk, say one word against me, I can twist it. I can say YOU tried to seduce me, to get better matches, to try and get an 'edge', and you basically used me to get to the top. So, this is it. Stay away from my clients. If you continue this petty feud against me, and my BEST FRIEND, Brock Lesnar, then I have this against you-"
"Don't pretend there were no feelings involved!" Punk's fists clenched. "You have no proof-"
"That's where you're wrong, Punk-" Heyman's words were interrupted by Punk's phone calling. Yet another Blocked number. Heyman nodded at the phone.
"Punk, here." Snarling into the phone, Punk looked up at Heyman suspiciously. A smurf-like voice answered on the other side.
"Tell Paul Heyman I'm here to pick him up." squeaked the voice on the other end of the phone. Brock Lesnar.