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"Phil there's something I need to tell you," Phil looked up from his comic book to look at Amy.
"There's something you should know, and it's been bugging me for quite a while, and you know you proposed to me tonight and I'm so happy right now but it's totally caught me off guard and – "
"Amy, what're the matter, you can tell me anything, you know that."
Amy's palms began to sweat, she had the sudden urge to throw up, crawl into bed and forget about everything, she had been holding this off for too long.
"The thing is Punk – Matt …"
"Matt?" Punk urged Amy to carry on.
"Matt has invited me to tour with him." Punk threw down his comic and lept up to give his new fiancé a hug, this wasn't the reaction she was expecting, probably because she hadn't told him the whole truth.
"The tour starts in a month, a world tour for 10 months." Amy felt Punk's body tense, his arms were still wrapped around Amy but she knew that the news wasn't what he was expecting.
"You're going to be away from 10 months." Stating, instead of questioning, Amy knew Punk was away months on end, however he always made time to come and see her at gigs, have lunch, dinner, come visit her in Chicago – this was different, she wouldn't be able to visit, and barely having time to skype, or call, Punk hardly did it while he as on the road. Punk eventually let go and looked at Amy - she held a birthday card in one hand and a letter in the other.
"Amy I'm so proud of you, well done, really. You're gonna go? You're gonna travel the world – again?"
She shifted her gaze to look at Phil, "Of course I am Phil, I mean, are you okay with this, I know you just proposed to me and stuff?"
"Amy, do you want to wait 10 months to get married, or 1 month – because Amy it doesn't matter when we're getting married, I just, I want to marry you, I'd marry you know if I could Amy, and if possible I want to marry you as soon as possible. I don't want to put you on the spot, but what do you think about getting married next month?"
Amy couldn't have said no to Phil at the tattoo parlour, he would've want some explanation if she did, she loved Phil, and she knew she was falling in love with Matt, marrying Phil could evaporate those feelings for Matt and help her move on with her new married life with Phil, but then – what if her feelings only grew stronger if she did go on this tour. Still, no one else knew, except her, Matt and that bitch Phoebe. She was glad that Phil hadn't believed her, she was never worried about that in the first place – one of her relationships had to end, and it wasn't going to be the one where she was engaged to. She genuinely cared about Phil, she did love him – she just got lonely, had needs that Phil never fulfilled. It all sounded right and acceptable in her head, but she was just kidding herself, every day she looked in the mirror and had the urge to vomit, disgust written all over her face just thinking about what she had done to Phil.
"I'll let you know in the morning, I – I need to go to Mark about this whole thing. There's loads of things I need to sort out in so little time."
"You can go in the morn – " By the time he had opened his mouth, she had grabbed her coat, phone and bag and was out the door. "ing."
Amy cautiously knocked on Matt's apartment door, this was it, she had to end it, even if she loved him, there could only be one man in her life. She had been here so many times, had so many great memories, fun, sexy, occasionally romantic it always let her wanting more. She heard footsteps approaching the door and saw him open the door.
"Amy." There was confusion in his voice, a sort of seductiveness, luring – intimidating, sexy, the way he stood his arm leaning against the doorway, godamnit Amy, stop it remember why you're here.
"Hey Matt, can we talk?" Matt silently backed away and let Amy enter – familiar scent, not the bachelor kind, sweet homey feel. "I have to thank you for the invitation to tour with you, I am so stoked, the greatest present I got this year aft – ". Matt grabbed her by the arm and pulled her gently towards him. It was what he had been wanting for since he saw her tonight, saw her with Punk's arm draped over her shoulder like he possessed her or something. His lips hungrily captured hers, soon she was kissing back. After Punk proposed to me Amy thought after Matt rudely interrupted her by kissing her. Matt loved the taste of her, he craved it on a daily basis. He couldn't stop kissing her and she reciprocated his eagerness as she struggled to stand the kiss felt that intense. She withered and moaned as Matt tried to peel off her jacket, it fell to the floor but he wasn't done, not satisfied until her shirt was off too. Lust filled his eyes as he saw Amy in front of him topless, he dreamed about this even after the many times they were together, his eyes darkening them and suddenly Amy felt afraid. This was wrong. She knew this was wrong. It was wrong. She was still there topless not moving from Matt's grasp. What was she doing? This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to make her feel things like this, Phil was. She had a fiancé that she loved, who loved her. She couldn't be in a hotel room like this with Matt.
Matt sensed her fears, every time this happened. She backed away a bit but instead he ran his hands all over her behind, perfectly round, perfect to squeeze in the palm of his hand. His lips savaged her neck, he groaned at the sight of her in just her bra and her skirt that emphasised her behind so well. He slid the first bra strap down with his teeth, running his tongue at the exposed flesh of her shoulder, eventually the need to see her breasts exploded within him as he ripped the lace away from her body with such force she squealed. In one quick motion and a single hand, he unsnapped her bra and watched it fall to the floor along with her jacket. Breasts so natural, firm and just the right size for him. He placed his palms on either one, squeezing the warm skin. He smiled to himself as he felt her nipples harden underneath his touch.
Amy let out a deep moan the moment his tongue found her breasts, suckling it softly before he licked and gentle bit her, sending her spiralling into what turned out to be an erotic explosion. Amy had been with Phil many times, sex, love making – but nobody had ever made her feel like that and her jeans were still on. Matt picked her up and carried her to the bed, dropping her on it as he kneeled over her. She waited silently, from what she could hear he had taken off every shred of clothing he had on, his jeans, shirt, socks, shoes, anything to make this easier, the clink of his belt being undone and clattering to the floor. He was left in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs with a huge bulge in the middle – the thought of running her hand along it, the noise she knew he'd make almost tugged at her loins.
Again Matt could see the hesitation, in attempt to calm her he planted kisses on every inch of skin, this time lowering his head until he was playing near her belly button. One finger grazed over the her silk underwear she was wet, always waiting, for him. There was a pool between her thighs, excitement had shot through his entire body. He rubbed her above the material, and watched as she thrashed back and forth, letting her grab him for assistance, scratching and grasping.
When she finally let go, Matt rolled her on her back and Amy knew what was coming next. This was it. She had to stop it now. He came towards her but she couldn't speak. Instead she put her right hand up and pushed him away. It was the only thing she could do to resist but he ignored her and seconds later, his dick, throbbing and waiting poked at her into her centre. He was lengthy and big, just how she remembered, just how she liked it. He sunk into her, feeling the sensitive walls stretch so he could settle the pleasure in. After a few thrusts, he pulled out completely, sneering at her, quietly daring her to make the next move. This is what you want Amy, just admit it, end your relationship with Phil. Letting out a groan, she reached behind and grabbed the cheeks of his ass, raking her nails across his flesh as she pushed him into her.
With his right index finger playing with her clit, Matt fucked her fast and hard and deep. He could hear and feel how wet she was. He put one of her feet against his shoulder and just watched as she lashed and moaned beneath him, eyes rolling back in her head. He pulled out and before she could protest again, he flopped down on the bed and guided her on top of him. She rode him steady, finally leaning back so enjoying every thrust, every slam. He felt better than he had ever imagined and all he wanted to do was have sex with her all night in every possible position, hug her, talk to her, and protect her in his arms all night.
With one hand on her breast and one hand between her legs, Amy kept up the glare she had held on Matt, passionately driving her bit on the side. Was that all Matt was, no, she liked him, a lot. This time round, the sex was so intense and passionate and last but not least, mind blowing. She had never come that many times in one night ever, her orgasm just lasting minutes on end. Closing her eyes, all she could think about was the moment, what she was feeling, what they were doing. She couldn't allow herself to think about Phil – right now she was loving the feel of Matt's dick, his hands digging into her skin, the protectiveness she felt from him. It was something that she wasn't used to – there was still something she needed an answer to, a question that was annoying her - "what do you think about getting married next month?"
They had finished, having come three times, she knew her fiancé was waiting for her back at their apartment – she had shimmied back into her clothes and watched Matt sleeping soundlessly, he didn't snore and he actually did sleep, unlike Phil. What was she doing? Was she really making a pros and cons list about her lovers and sex partner? Nothing was resolved, her intention to come here and completely gone haywire and she was still feeling shitty, if possible shittier – the guilt had caused her to cry, tears strolled down her face, for fucks sake Phoebe's words echoed within her head, damn her to hell. She really needed to fix this but her worst nightmares had come true – she was in fact in love with Matt, she was kidding herself, she loved his smile, his voice, the way he listened to her without interrupting, talking to her, actually talking to her face to face. She glanced her hands, the engagement ring mocking her. You're a cheating slut, a cheating little whore, this is only going to get worse Amy. She wanted to ignore that voice, and that's what she did, pecking Matt on the head she went for the door, closing it as quietly as she could. She had finally got Matt's answer.
"Ma'am, I was wondering if I could talk to you if you had a minute?" It was Monday morning, Superstars would be flying in at the moment, some arriving in limos and expensive cars, but she was here at the arena 8am, working for Del Rio, running other errands people dumped on her.
"Please call me Stephanie, what's up Phoebe?" Stephanie invited me in, her office was cosy yet corporate, it had photos of her whole family, stuffed animals from her daughters who occaasionaly roam the arena when the show is in full swing, yet the office was cluttered with important documents, files and WWE PPV posters.
"I understand you need a two week notice if you want to take some time off." Phoebe spoke with precaution, she didn't know Stephanie that well, therefore was unaware of how she'd take the news of Phoebe wanting to take time off.
"Yes that's right, you want to take some time off?"
Phoebe shuffled her feet awkwardly, "Yes, if that's not too much trouble."
"Here's the form, any particular reason?" Phoebe had the urge to spill everything, everything with Punk, what had happened with him a couple of days ago, the frustration and the impatience of waiting for any opportunity of her becoming a creative writer. Phoebe took the form from Stephanie and was on her way out.
"I didn't really bother asking Punk if you were a good assistant for him but I did get a chance to ask Alberto – he said you were fantastic and has never met such a hard working employee in his life. So – I had been meaning to get hold of you because, after your little break, however long you're going away for, when you come back, hopefully if you do decide to come back – there's a Creative spot with your name on it. Paul wanted to interview, but I told him, we've already found the perfect person for the job."
Phoebe was speechless, she was certainly not expecting this, after everything, all the shit that was going on she was ecstatic, she had finally gotten her big break, taking a break didn't seem to matter anymore – no, you need it, you need time to sort yourself out.
"Stephanie, thank you so much, I can't believe it! You really mean this, honestly?"
"I didn't stutter." Stephanie grinned, barring all her teeth into a sincere smile.
"Thank you so much, again – I, I have so many ideas I'd like to pitch to you and – "
"Phoebe, if you want, you can take time off now, touch up on your pitches if you want and when you come back, how long are you thinking of taking off?"
"2 weeks actually."
"After 2 weeks, you can pitch me your ideas and we'll go from there – if that works easier for you?"
"Stephanie, you're an amazing woman, thank you. I erm, I guess I'll see you after 2 weeks."
"Can't wait to hear what you've come up with," Phoebe turned towards the door, she felt a smile that she hadn't felt in weeks, it felt good to smile, she was happy and she was finally taking a break.
"Oh and Phoebe?"
"I hope you're not taking a break, or running away from something, or someone." Her voice was stern, Phoebe was easy to read but she turned back around, swallowing hard.
"No, Stephanie, I'll see you after 2 weeks. Thank you."