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Punk's thumb skimmed across her smooth shoulder while Phoebe's finger gently traced his toned chest, the lightest contact had caused new sparks to fly however they enjoyed the simple, silent, serenity that they were in at that minute. Both of them couldn't keep the smiles off of their faces. Phoebe was still aching but pleasure had ultimately taken over, all she could think about was doing it over and over and over again with him. She swung her leg over on top of his and looked straight at him, her blue eyes meeting his green ones. Biting her lip she went to speak and almost instantly Punk swooped in pressing his lips against hers, he kept this kiss going for at least a minute, his fingers combed through her long hair and his smile grew bigger and bigger. It had finally happened; it was everything he wanted it to be. Phoebe roughly sucked on his lip ring causing a hungry growl to escape deep from his throat.
"I can't believe we just did that," Phoebe's voice still breathy from the kiss.
"I'm fucking glad it finally happened," Punk smirked.
"You certainly don't disappoint."
"You doubted I would, I'm deeply offended." Punk brushed his lips against Phoebe in one quick sweep. Her fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair, ungelled and without product. Punk couldn't ignore Phoebe's little whimper when he let go. He would do anything to do all of that over and over again, until she was utterly spent and unable to speak. Once again he admired how beautiful Phoebe was, he was a fool to not have noticed it before. She was a natural beauty with sex hair that Punk admired very much, her smile instantly made him smile, he never wanted to not look at her, just an image of her imprinted in his mind. He pulled her close fro another kiss and finally wrapped his tattooed arms around her. He wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon.
"I wouldn't mind doing it again," Phoebe whispered shyly.
"Neither would I, I'm glad we did, I've been wanting to do this for a while."
Phoebe blushed at the comment, neither of them were covered and Punk was still gloriously naked, Phoebe had curled up right beside him, the warmth radiating onto her body.
Phoebe started chattering her teeth and noticed goosebumps all over her skin, leaning over beside the bed he picked the shirt he was wearing last night and placed it over her head, he remembered the last time he had given her one of his clothes to wear when she was cold, they had almost kissed that night and now here was, sat with the woman he had just made love to.
"If you don't mind me asking, when was the last time – "
"When was the last time I had sex? My first and only boyfriend from the last year of college, we were sweethearts in high school, you know the story."
"How long ago was college?"
"4 years ago."
"Damn, 4 years since you've had sex?"
Phoebe shifted uncomfortable away from his grasp, she didn't feel like discussing this with him and Punk suddenly realised that this was a taboo subject, he reached over to tilt her head towards him so that she was now looking at him, he wondered whether there was a story behind this, of course there was. He didn't want to ask, instead he offered her a small smile that she returned back.
"You'll spend the night here, right?"
"Do you want me to?"
Without hesitation, he drew back the covers and covered the both of them with the fluffy duvet – his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her towards him, his head buried in the crook of her neck. Neither of them mentioned the huge elephant in the room, both of them were in relationships if not committed, neither of them had slept with their partner. Phoebe had no idea what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, Punk didn't either. She was too busy enjoying the feel of Punk lightly tracing her breast, it made her giggle and the sound was like music to Punk's ears.
When she was sure that Punk was asleep, whether she doubted it or not, she was still wide awake. Her eyes burned with sleep but her mind refused. Something that Punk had said had triggered her brain into overload and she couldn't stop thinking. Her brows furrowed together reliving a memory that still pained her to this day.
21st March 2008
Shaking, Phoebe stared at the wedding ring placed on her finger, blinking back tears she tore it off and threw it across the other side of the room. Her new home was empty and cold, exactly like she was feeling. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, she was supposed to start a whole new life together, from Miss to Mrs. She was high on love, she was broken inside.
Today was the day she was supposed to get married, she was supposed to have a wedding that was quiet and peaceful just like she and her fiancé had planned. It was the two of them, his best man, her maid of honour and his side of the family. She had been looking forward to this day he whole life, what little girl hadn't planned it all out in her head? It was a beautiful ceremony that she thought would be the happiest day of her life - until it was ruined, by a whore that still till this day would never be able to forgive.
Phoebe's heart ached and her mind wasn't able to comprehend what had happened. She felt bile rising up from her stomach, forcing itself out of her body. Her best friend, her one and only best friend that she trusted had decided to drop the bombshell that her fiancé had slept with her best friend, and to make matters worse she was pregnant with his baby. Phoebe officially realised that she had no one. Her fiancé didn't love her and she had no friends to run to that would comfort her like a best friend should.
Her 5 year relationship had ended within 5 seconds .It was her best friend, her only friend at the time. And still till this day she had nothing to come home to, no one to welcome her with open arms. The truth had spread like wild fire and she had no idea where the two of them were, if she had gone through with the baby, if he was still with her. She had ripped her wedding dress and thrashed the entire venue and still nothing had filled the void, the emptiness inside her that made her feel alone. And even now the thought of marriage scared her. It had become a personal phobia and it had scared her off from entering any other relationship. The pair had sowrn to each other than they would be each other's first and only partners, they swore to each other that they would love and care for each other in sickness and in health and they would love each other unconditionally no matter what.
She couldn't be in a relationship with anyone, she could barely trust anybody, like her mother once said, you came into this world alone and you'll leave this world alone as well, at the end of the day there is never anyone there for you. Even after the wedding fiasco Phoebe tried contacting her parents for moral support. Nothing. Neither of them had come to the wedding.
There was one thing that Phoebe was glad about and that was at least she wasn't the one that was carrying his baby, she had managed to start over, turn over a new leaf, complete all of her final exams and still she would feel empty and worthless. Spending the last couple of years alone it had given her the time to build her confidence until she decided she would swallow her pride and set out looking for a job. Fresh college graduate trying to get over her pathetic relationship problems were one thing, having to do it alone had almost damned nearly killed her.
She would never forget how he stood there, silent without uttering a single word. She never found out why he did it, or what made him want to cheat on her, her biggest regret, not punching him in the face.
It took Phoebe a couple of seconds for her to realise where she was, tangled, sweaty and wrapped in a sheet with Punk, her chest was pressed to his front, surprisingly he was asleep, soft snored blowing strands of her hair out of her face. She shuffled away and propped herself on her elbow to get a closer look at him, she had to resist the temptation to suck on that lip ring. He had incredibly long eyelashes that rested on his cheek, his hair in disarray, up close you could tell that Punk had continuously dyed his hair. It was still soft to touch and run her hands through. Her body ached all over, she knew It was all down to being out of practice, she was hoping Punk would fix that.
"Like what you see?"
Phoebe almost jumped out of her skin, flustered her cheeks burned red. She watched Punk's lips turn into a smile, his eyes flickering open adjusting itself to the light. He was the cutest, hottest, sexiest human being Phoebe had ever laid eyes on, and they were both naked.
"You're hot and you know it."
"Likewise, sweetheart."
Punk leaned up to kiss Phoebe on the lips, she covered them squealing with embarrassment, "I have - morning breath."
Punk scoffed, "So do I and I don't give a fuck."
Grabbing the back of her head Punk crashed his lips against hers, sticking his tongue in her mouth he kissed her hard with passion, the prodding against her leg made her realise that Phoebe had forgotten what it was like to wake up next to a man, and what the feel of morning wood against her body did to her.
Punk decided to walk Phoebe to work, he was getting a flight back while Phoebe was staying for a few more days, she shuddered when she realised that their lovely, morning walk had ended so quickly. The entire morning had been perfect, Punk had ordered breakfast in for the both of them and they shared breakfast together in bed. She didn't want to leave Punk behind, in fact she didn't want to leave at all. That's when she realised that her and Punk weren't the only two people involved with each other, sometime someplace the two would have to discuss what they would do to let it down gently on Nick and April. There was no easy way. She loved how last night had played out, she loved the way Punk touched and caressed her, kissed her with want and owned every part of her body, worshipping it like a temple. Just thinking about Punk brought a warm flush to her skin. She couldn't believe that a man like Punk would ever care for her like he did. She would never in a million years think it.
Reliving the memory of her last relationship was bad, it had ended catastrophically and trust had become hard to come by. Phoebe smiled as she thought about their morning together, it was so intimate and sweet, it was nothing like she had ever experienced before, he was gentle and tender, total opposite to last night that was a total shock to her. She was on her way to work, she couldn't be stood in an elevator thinking about these things. She then thought about how cool it would be to fuck Punk in an elevator. No. She had to concentrate. Punk suggested taking a few more days off work to make the whole scam believable however Phoebe had missed way too many days, she had gotten the senior creative team back and it felt damned good.
Taking a deep breath Phoebe strode confidently, her heels clacked against the marble floor, she forced her feet to walk past Paul's assistant, who clearly wanted to bed every guy in the business. She knocked twice on Stephanie's door until she heard a voice call, "come in."
Stephanie looked up from her papers to see a cold hard gaze dissolve into a warm smile, "Phoebe, how are you feeling?"
"A lot better thank you Stephanie, how was the dinner? I'm sure I didn't miss much."
"Au contraire, I felt like firing those bastards last night. They had forgot to bring their wallets. Can you believe it? Forgot?! It's not like we wouldn't have paid for the meal but how unprofessional, don't invite the boss and promise them a free meal and forget to bring money, right?"
Phoebe suppressed a giggle and nodded, attempting to keep a straight face.
"I hope Punk took good care of you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Phoebe snapped.
"Nothing! I didn't mean anything by it, he was the one that took you home right, to make sure you were safe? I feel like I've touched a nerve there, you seem to be awfully jittery, are you sure everything's alright? Besides he can be a total asshole."
Phoebe was a little taken aback by the comment, she was being awfully informal with her which was unlike her when she was in Stamford Headquarters.
"He's alright Stephanie, he was a little fed up by the company back in 2011 but he's alright once you get to know him."
He's more than alright, dirty thoughts lingered in her head.
"I still don't like him, he was awful to you. No don't look at me like that, I know everything that happened, I remember it like it was yesterday. You can forget those things but Phoebe I see you as more than a colleague, I see you as someone I can confide in. Now I know you and Punk are friends but I wouldn't get too close if I were you. He plays women like they're a game, I've seen women after women walk in here wanting to quit because this guy has either hurt them or just broke their heart in some way. Maria, Barb, Beth even Lita at some points, but that's over with and – "
"Steph I don't know what you're insinuating but Punk and I are just friends. I'm not those women and I probably never will be."
Phoebe spoke with sheer confidence, confused as to why she was telling her all of this. Sure she was just looking out for her but getting digs in at Punk was a low blow, she liked him and whether she wanted to date him or not was nobody's business.
"You have no right bringing up the subject with Amy, that fucking broke the man and he still is broken because of it. His personal life is none of my business, I appreciate you trying to look out for me, so thank you. But he's learnt his lesson and he's not going to play me or whatever, we're not like that."
Stephanie's jaw hardened and her gaze narrowed, she got the impression that Phoebe was lying to her or that she wasn't telling her the whole truth. All the same she didn't like the growing relationship between her top writer and the WWE Champion.
She sat back and decided to let the conversation slide. She hoped that Phoebe would at least listen to her, Stephanie felt like she was the only woman who could actually resist Punk's charm. As much as Phoebe played it cool, she knew it was all bullshit and she hoped that she would at least take her advice and avoid furthering her relationship.
As Phoebe sat going over the notes for next Monday Night Raw she couldn't help but think about what Stephanie said, it hadn't let her cloud her judgement about Punk, she knew what dirt sheets were like, she knew what gossips like Stephanie McMahon were like. All they wanted to achieve was ruining somebody else's life because theirs were too boring. Phoebe took a deep breath to calm her nerves, would everyone act like Stephanie if they knew about her and Punk? Would people always try and put her off him?
Phoebe stood and moved over to stand next to Steph, she was wise beyond her years and if anyone knew the business it was her, it had come from years of experience and obviously from her father, Vince McMahon. The fact was, she didn't know Punk like Phoebe did, hardly anyone did, they didn't know his sweet side, caring and passionately intense, she hoped no one would ever get to know that side to him except her. It didn't matter what Stephanie McMahon thought, right? She like Punk, and that was all that mattered.