kept you waiting long enough, hope this doesn't disappoint, enjoy XO

Alberto Del Rio was strangely not what she imagined him to be. The night Phoebe left the hospital she knew her next stop would be the locker room to find the Mexican Aristocrat – she expected snobby, self-centred arrogant and obnoxious from what she heard from Punk. The man was friendly and professional, and occasionally he didn't require much of any assistance, which led to Phoebe roaming around the arena for a while checking out the Creative base or check out whatever town they were in. Alberto had even let her travel with him and Ricardo, the man was incredibly rich and whenever they travelled from city to city, country to country, they travelled in style, the cars that appeared on the live shows were certainly not a gimmick.

It had been 2 months since she had last seen Punk, she had no run ins or verbal attacks from the straight edge superstar – however what Phoebe did know was that Punk was still with Amy. The thought made her feel guilty, the secret was devouring her, it wasn't often that she thought about it but every once in a while she would hear or see something that reminded her of him. Alberto had once asked her of Punk was a good boss, but not wanting to bad mouth anyone she reassured him he was excellent company and it was a pivellage to have worked for him.
Looks like Punk has set the bar pretty high, he's really talented you know – I was surprised when Creative wanted me to cash in my briefcase, that man has worked very hard.
Alberto wasn't wrong, he just didn't know what an asshole CM Punk was, she got on the wondering how long Amy was going to keep up this whole charade, was she really going to go about sleeping behind Punk's back? What is he was thinking of settling down, getting serious? It's not your fucking problem? So what, if it wasn't her problem, bizarrely Phoebe found that she somewhat cared for Punk, however much she tried rejecting the feeling she still felt somewhat responsible. She was the only one who knew. The only one that can prevent Punk from making the worst decision of his life – Phoebe had to stop Punk and Amy's relationship.

Dolph had given up convincing Phoebe that it was wrong to interfere with somebody else's relationship, at first he was happy to see Phoebe so caring and so passionate about somebody else, she didn't want to see anyone heartbroken which was extremely rare to find in this company, most people kept themselves to themselves in their own private bubble. But now he noticed the erratic behaviour, her lack of fatigue and also her tendency to check up on what Punk was doing. Dolph knew that Phoebe only had his best interest at heart but he couldn't help but feel that whatever "moment" they had back at the Chipolte Mexican Grill restaurant was now gone – they had gotten closer, incredibly close as friends but Dolph never made a move – and Phoebe wasn't expecting one. She enjoyed the company of Dolph and Jack "Jake" Swagger however most of her time was taken up by her busy schedule, adding new and new ideas to her portfolio, perfecting any creative idea she had, making sure to ring her mother every day, the emotional stress and guilt harassing her the moment she woke up. Phoebe knew she wasn't going to feel better until she had spoken to Punk, she knew it, Dolph knew it. Jake was oblivious to the entire situation, as were most of Phoebe's acquaintances in the WWE.

Dolph took a moment to look at her. Hair cascading over her shoulders, he had eyes. He could see how pretty she was, she was honestly - beautiful. If he had any courage, he'd have asked her out a long time ago. The bleached blonde saw how engrossed she was with Punk, she would never admit it, but she had a soft spot for him, it was undeniable and if Punk took a moment just to look at her, talk to her, it angered Dolph to his core. Was this envyI? Phoebe was wasting a great deal of love onto one guy that didn't give a shit about her. It bothered him, but he was her friend.

Phoebe was currently seated at the small kitchen table aboard Dolph's and Jack's tour bus. They were making their way through the night, racing towards the next location. Seated before her was her laptop, a new file brought up. Alberto had given Phoebe the wonderful delight of creating a new, fully filled schedule for him, since becoming the new WWE Champion, he had twice as many promotions and signing, that neither her nor Alberto could keep up. Sadly, she had two documents opened up, the one she was supposed to be working on, instead she had her plot twists and storylines with various Superstars she thought would help boost their career, the words were just staring her in face and all should could think about was how she wanted Stephanie to just take two minutes out of her day, so she could show her plans for the future of WWE.

Dolph emerged from the back of the bus, where his and Jake's bunks was located. He stepped into the kitchen area and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Gatorade. He popped the cap and took a sip before turning to her.

"Still working on your portfolio?" he suddenly asked, studying her.

"You already asked me that." she told him with a gentle smile, "I'll put it away now I promise. I just, I can't stop thinking about -."

"Punk. Do you remember the way he treated you?" he knew fully aware that she did, and didn't expect her to give him the right answer.

Phoebe shrugged, "I can't deal with the past, all I know is that image, back at the hotel is driving me insane, the moment this bus stops I'm going to go find him and tell him everything. I don't even care anymore, I don't care he gets me fired, because it looks like Stephanie's just stringing me along."

Dolph began to frown, "That's not true and you know it, as for Punk well, you've been scared shitless for months, I don't know what exactly happened, but you need to end it, and you need to keep going with this, promise me you will because you're so talented and I can see you going places. "

"I promise, I'm just - you were right." Phoebe waved off, slamming her laptop shut.

"Right about what?"

"When we first met, you said I was weak, and I was never going to survive, you were right just like Punk and well whoever else said it behind my back."

"You know damn well I didn't mean that, I was just trying to scare you off. You have guts, I've seen your passion when you're there, with your little ideas and attention to detail about every story line you have in mind. You're passionate about this country, and I know you're not loving working here right now, but you need to work hard, and you are right now. Just because Stephanie can't see it right now doesn't mean you're not getting noticed.

Phoebe felt her lips turn into a toothy grin. Dolph was the greatest, funniest, probably most caring person she had met while working on the WWE, and she couldn't help but feel like he only loved her like a sister. Phoebe couldn't help how private and closed she was – she could never let her guard down around people, she didn't trust anyone, she was an insecure human being and Dolph had no idea how to break that exterior. He had a fun run in with Nikki, she was fun and flirtatious, but too wild and self-centred, especially when it came to herself. Maybe She thought Dolph had a thing for her and maybe there was some sort of a spark – but like she assumed always, no one was ever interested and it looked like Dolph had forgotten the moment they shared in the restaurant, Phoebe was hoping that Dolph was just what she needed right now. Her guess was as good as anyone's. He figured he was trying to get to her to open up, because he was.

"Hmm?" Phoebe looked up from the screen and shook her head, "Um, no. I want to stay up and see if I can finish this." She glared at her laptop. It used to be her dearest friend, after Dolph. Now it was her most hated enemy.

"Well good luck," the champion grinned and nodded, "Don't stay up too late and I'll see you in the morning."

"Night." Phoebe once again turned her attention to her laptop.

Dolph peeked his head back in, a mischievous look on his handsome face, "You are just going to write, right? This isn't about you not being able to sleep because you're thinking about Punk"

"It is about writing, I've got work to do" she hedged, eyes falling to her keyboard, "And, yeah maybe I am thinking about ways I can tell Punk about Amy, but I'm not going to worry." she assured him. Dolph didn't say anything, and decided to leave her to stew.

Punk paced the length of his hotel room – it was Amy's birthday. He had just spent a couple of hours in the hotel gym, trying to burn off his anxiety for tonight. He had been planning the perfect evening. 4 years he had been with Amy, and they had known each other for 10 amazing years. Despite his belief that marriage was a complete waste of money, time and energy – he knew that him and Amy weren't getting any younger, and that Amy's views of getting married where the complete opposite to his. She loved the white dress, the rings, the cake, the flowers. Just seeing her face light up got Punk thinking – why not make it official. The box in his jeans pocket rested against his thigh, it was something he had picked out with Colt month's ago. It looked beautiful in the box, magical – but Punk knew it would look even better, on Amy's finger.

He wandered over to the window and braced his hands against the pane, after tonight this was it. He would be engaged, and soon married to most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on. Punk prided himself on being a romantic, the "romance" tattoo said it all – he had booked a table for them so they could eat dinner in the moonlight, ice cream and stroll on the Californian beach, and the last stop would be the tattoo parlour. He had it all planned out perfectly, until there was a knock at the door, confused Punk decided to answer it anyway, he did tell Amy that he was picking her up right?

Punk flung the door open, and regretted it the moment he saw her, "What are you doing here?"

"You clean up well," Phoebe let her eyes trail down Punk's jacket, shirt and fitting jeans, he looked exceptionally good looking and that was with clothes on.

Punk cursed Phoebe. He just wanted her to disappear, why was she hear? What did she want with him, goddamn it this was supposed to be a special night. He hated how she was always there to ruin something for him, anything – she was lurking like a stalker. Punk had the urge to push her out of the door but fortunately for him she had let herself in. His teeth began to clench, his rage threatening to boil over as he watched her eyes trail all over him.

"What are you doing here? What the fuck do you want?"

"Punk, there's something I want to tell you and I think you should sit down for this – "

"Don't tell me what to fucking do! Why are you here?"

"I, I have something to tell you… There's no easy way to say this – "

"Just spit it out Phoebe, for fucks sake!" The words seemed to choke in her throat, whether it was Punk's aggression or what the aftermath would be Phoebe was petrified and she had no idea how to handle an angry Punk, let alone what she was previously used to.

Punk shoved his hands in his pockets, letting out an irritated sigh.

"Amy's cheating on you."

There was silence for a couple of minutes, Phoebe averted Punk's gaze, not wanting to see his reaction to what she had to say, a couple of seconds passed and she could her manic laughter echo throughout the hotel room.

"You know what I think?" It was a rhetorical question, yet somewhere deep inside Phoebe she knew she was going to get an answer, not one she wanted to hear.

"I think you like me. I think you love me, and you're jealous of Amy. You're jealous of all the love I have for her, the respect I have for that woman. Remember this Phoebe, you're nothing but an assistant. I never wanted you, and WWE never wanted you – they hired you just to make you do shit for me, and even then, you were, useless. WWE don't even want you, you'll never become part of a Creative Member team, you haven't got a single creative bone in your body, you wouldn't know what creative was even if it punched you in the face. You're a nobody, you're an unattractive bitch, no one will ever like you, no one will ever love you, they won't even look twice at you because you're a fucking creep that can't keep her big nose out of anyone's business. I know you also have a thing for Dolph, like he'd ever want someone like you. I am not your boss anymore and you are not my employee, I never wanted you and nor will I ever want you , so do everyone a favour, and get – the – fuck – out."

"Punk, I'm telling you the truth, I saw her –"

"STOP! Stop with the weak ass lies, they're pathetic, you're pathetic. I thought after 2 months, you had proved me wrong, you weren't some freak that loved me or whatever but I was wrong, You're a sad, lonely girl."

"Punk, I – "

"Phoebe."

Phoebe began to shake. She couldn't do it. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears streamed down her face, she knew where her place was, the thing that had hit her the most was the fact that Punk was right. She did like him, something about him drew her towards him – but she was wrong, so wrong. He was a hurtful, disgusting man – she had told him the truth, she had done him a favour. His words stung harder than if he'd punched her right in the face. The door closed behind her and she was gone, Phoebe was left with sadness, anger, loneliness, and utter disbelief as to the way he had just treated her. She hadn't been paranoid or jealous or "stalker-ish". She had been a woman simply trying to protect him from getting hurt, his heart tread on. The woman he loved so much had deceived him, and was laughing at him behind his back, he given her his heart and Amy had lied to him, cheated on him yet Phoebe was the one paying the price. Tears filled her eyes but there was nothing else she could do now. She was hurting like she had never hurt before, but at least now she knew how to get up from here, her head held high – hopefully Punk would find out the hard way, hopefully not. But she was not out of his hair for good. Good riddance Punk.