Ch23

Honor

"Hi Mya!"

Mya glances up at me smiling brightly, searching for the bottle of brown foundation. Alicia Fox is in her makeup chair and when she sees me she smiles at me politely.

"Hey girl, you're back!" Foxy leans over opening her arms wide for a hug. I'd never been close to her in the locker room but she's always looked out for me when I needed it. Plus she always demands a hug from me when she sees me. There are quite a few women in the back who are frigid some won't even give me the time of day or will do it with a scowl on their face. More often than not the locker room is split. Most of the girls who have the skills and charisma with people, there are a few that fake it for the cameras and social media. "I got worried when I didn't see you for some months."

"Oh Alicia I'm fine! I had to take some time off because I had a nasty shoulder dislocation."

"I'm assuming you need help covering these," Mya flips my curtain of coils off of my shoulder and prods at my neck, "I'm gonna have a word with Orton. You've got to be more careful."

"Oh god. Honor do you know how bad things could be for you if people see these on camera?" Foxy brushes Mya aside to get a better view of my neck.

"Sit back down! You know we've got to finish, you have to go answer questions…" Sternly Mya and Foxy look at each other.

"Looks like I'm going to have to have a word with Orton too!" Alicia hops up out of the chair her eyes narrowed and her jaw set.

"No. Alicia! They'll get covered…Fuck" I whisper the last part, heat creeps up on my cheek as she scrutinizes me. I should have made him stop.

"Seriously, you need to be more careful. Stupid mistakes like this can and will ruin you if you don't reign it in." Her green contacts making her soft features appear sterner. The tops of my ears begin to burn. She seriously looks pissed and at this point I'm not sure that I'll hear the end of this. "Honor," she says my name disdainfully, "You need to be careful! Tonight is a house show so be glad that you aren't on TV. Those will take forever to heal." Her long graceful fingers, gently trace over the purple pattern splotched down my neck. She pulls my hair back to disguise the hickeys. "I hope you do something with those before," Her eyes flicker over to Punk who has his sight set on me, he's making his way over with a couple of guys following him. I recognize the thicker, brown haired guy, that's Colt Cabana but not the other guy with the tattoos everywhere. He has them along his hairline and around his eyes.

"Before what Foxy?" Alicia glances between me and Punk as he's closing the distance, Colt and his other friend hover a few steps behind him. Foxy gives Punk a quick nod of a greeting and he returns it motioning for her to get lost, "Punk, I'll talk to you two later."

"What?" I shoot her a foul look as she retreats heading back to Mya's station. What did she mean by before…?

"Where were you this morning?" Oh shit, I know exactly what she means now. His tone is highly irritated and impatient. "I waited for you for over an hour. Time is money." Punk is scowling with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Why-… shit. This is not going to end well…" I whisper casting a nervous glance at Colt and the tatted guy as if they knew the answer. Both men just stared at me blankly. "Where was I supposed to meet you?"

"Had you answered your phone and kept your legs closed you'd have known. Avery and I were trying to call you all night." He crosses his arms and stares deep into my eyes and I can't even try to formulate a lie. His guys don't look like they're about to hang back so I have to say it in front of them.

"It got smashed." Another monster blush creeps up my cheeks and I stare down at the floor, amusement is evident on his face. Colt gives me the most disgusted look I've ever earned.

"Okay. So your phone was a casualty of last night, much like your neck." My eyes grow wide and I attempt to push my hair to one side. Punk laughs dryly, "I know whose whore you were last night. What happened to you being furious with him? Was the angry sex too good to pass on?" He says bitterly.

"Is this what you wanted with me earlier?" He pulls my hand away from my hair and pushes it aside to get a better look. "You wanted to berate who I'm sleeping with?!"

"No, I need to know if you're going to ditch me like you did last night. If you aren't I'm gonna take your stuff to Randy, I'm sure he'd love it."

"No! I'll be there, if you aren't too pissed at me. In fact I was on my way to find you. I stopped to talk to Mya, really fast." He shakes his head at me.

"You're positive?"

"Yeah can you take me to get my gym bag though? I need to take a shower." He bursts into an obnoxious laugh.

"Wait you haven't showered yet?" I shake my head as my cheeks burn hotter. Weirdly enough Punk presses the back of his hand to my cheeks and grins wider, "Alright. Colt, Lars, you guys go on I'm going to take her to get her stuff. I'll meet up with you guys in a while."

….

"Go take your shower, you look like a slut who's just left the set of a porno." Punk's eyes meet mine and he has a stern look on his face.

My jaw drops at his bluntness, "Mean, much? You're such a jerk0 sometimes!" He's looking me over with a distaste on his face; he doesn't need to rub it in my face that I'd been fucking all night.

"It's natural. Don't take forever either I have shit I need to do." He says flipping on the TV right across from the sofa at the front of the bus. I head to the closet where he stashed my suit cases and pull out my ring gear, underwear, my hoodie, and some shorts and shirt for later when the show is over.

I toss the extra stuff and clothes in the gym bag and grab a towel out of it on my way to put my bag up front. I make the shower short and sweet like he asked me to, I washed my hair leaving it to fully curl up and pulled on some shorts and my ring top and my hoodie.

"Honor what are you doing?" Punk's eyes are trained on me and I feel a thousand times more self-conscious than I did before. "Where are you guys going from here? Are you two back together?"

"Punk that's-"

"Answer my questions. Don't protest, don't make any excuses just answer them truthfully."

I stand in front of him kind of awkwardly, "Honestly, I don't know, Punk."

"You don't know?" His thick eyebrows shoot up, as he stares at me.

"Why does everyone think I have all these ulterior motives? I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I never did. I don't have a plan, I'm just doing what feels right."

"Do you remember what you said to me yesterday?" I nod quietly lips pressed together. "No. No, I don't think you do. Yesterday you said you didn't want to be in another relationship with a wrestler, especially one that you're working with. And I find out you ditched me to go fuck the same guy's brains out. You don't know what the hell you want." I've never seen him so angry, his eyes are dark and his mouth is set in a tight line much like when he cut that promo back in 2011. "This is the kind of stupid shit that makes people think you have ulterior motives. You need to choose. What do you want?"

"Why does it matter to you what I want?"

"It matters to me because this is going to destroy your fucking career. This is going to destroy your reputation. Because of these," he turns my chin revealing the hickeys, "Orton has nothing to lose if he mistreats you, so he doesn't give two fucks. As private as this is you need to start thinking before you do things." His speech is rough, scolding. I understand he's disappointed but my god. "Another thing, if you aren't certain about what you want then you'll never make it in this business. No one can hold your hand. You have to start thinking ahead and cut out these nonsensical behaviors."

"Why do you care so much?" I don't know what he wants.

He sighs not sure if he's ready to say it out loud, "I like you, Honor. Probably more than I should. And your ignorance, apathy, and naivety will be your undoing. I'd just like to see you be guided the right way…"

"Oh! You're serious." I clutch my gym bag close to me standing there kind of awkwardly.

"I am." He crosses his arms and just stares at me. "If I wasn't trust me you wouldn't be here right now."

He's serious. "Punk, I think I should go." I try to step around him and go to the door but he blocks me.

"Honor, the only way you're going to get out of here is by going through me." His face is inches from mine, he takes the bag from me dropping it to the floor.

"Punk, isn't there anyone else besides me? Don't you already have a lady friend?" Hesitantly his hand settles onto my side. Almost as though he isn't sure when I'm going to stop him.

"Nope. No one. This isn't some trick or something. I promise," slowly his lips meet mine. This is nothing that I even thought was serious. I still think it's a trick of sorts, I thought he wasn't interested in me that way. I pull away from him cursing myself for even being so naïve. I curse myself for falling into this trap. This kiss is sweet and soft yet curious, its way different from the rough and primal kisses I'm accustomed too.

"Come here," he whispers to me, his hands slip under my shirt and I whimper his fingers graze the sensitive hickeys on my sides. He chuckles when I move a little too fast. I'm still not exactly sure why this is happening. "It's okay. Slow down a little, Honor."

"Punk," I pull away from him but he sighs and looks down at me. "This isn't funny," He rubs small circles into my lower back. All of me is taking on that hyper sensitive state; I'm too aware of everything going on.

"No this isn't funny. What isn't funny is watching you go around in circles with that idiot. What isn't funny is watching and wishing I was in his place every night. He's too stupid to realize what he has in front of him. It's bad enough he has to go and fuck around…" His green eyes search my face. He doesn't finish that thought but quickly wraps up his argument, "So no. This isn't funny. You don't need him. I can give you more than he can." I look away reaching for his hands starting to push them away. When his lips brush across my shoulder my knees turn to jelly.

He kisses my stomach pulling my shorts off, the fire deep in my belly burns at his touch. The slight hint of electricity in the air as he touches each part of my body with his hands is astounding. He's nothing like Randy, I want him to touch every part of me. Nothing is moving too fast, we're moving at a very indulgent pace. He's very mindful to pay attention to each and every part of me he can get his hands on. Placing kisses and touches on the places that illicit a plausible reaction. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't confused, better yet torn.

Once my clothes are on the ground, his are next to go. He's not built exquisitely like Randy is in fact his body is more average but I don't even care I just want sex. Now that he's started this he'd better finish it. He knows where to go and what his limits are. As I feel him enter me he looks deep into my eyes and my whole body shivers I'd never experienced anything like this before. Emotions driving our bodies to move together and I realize it's more than sex. Internally I'm beyond perplexed. I don't dwell on it as we collide and merge together trying to draw in as many ragged breaths as I can. Our pace alternates between quickening and slowing until we both unravel in each other arms. My whole body buzzing with feeling at his touch, he lets his fingers trace the back of my thigh as he kisses down my arm. In my short little sex life I'd never understood what it meant to make love. I simply thought it meant giving yourself to someone you loved and that was it. But I'm slowly realizing all the pent up emotions between us I'm starting to understand.