Come And Get It
The next two months Punk had been back to New York every two weekends to spend it with AJ. They'd hide away in a hotel room and surprisingly to AJ it wasn't just all sex. They'd watch movies, talk about work, talk about their lives, play games and read comics. AJ was getting too attached to Punk and she knew it. He went home every Monday morning to Maria and spends the week there.
AJ began to envy the perky red head who not only shared Punk's home but his heart, a place she wanted to be. She knew it wasn't realistic to be with him and Punk was really just a rebound from her husband. Again she began to branch out more with people she worked with and the best thing that happened over the last two months? She convinced Dean to move out of that horrible Brooklyn apartment and into a slightly better one. It was a one bedroom place but at least there was a bed for her in her room and Dean got the couch even though she insisted he take the bedroom.
AJ also knew that there was a launch party for 'Drax'- which was Punk's new comic- in New York on Friday and he would be there. Normally knowing Punk was coming to New York would excite but he'd be bringing Maria with him this time around and there'd be no way to get around it.
"Andy." Paul called from his office and AJ walked inside. "The launch party is Friday-"
"Yes and I called the caterer, the bartender and the DJ." AJ informed him.
"I wasn't going to question if you did, you're good." Paul smirked. "I wanted to let you know even though you're working the event you can bring a guest."
"Oh that's ok." AJ smiled lightly.
"Do you have a date for the evening?" he asked her
"I'm not going to go all Fatal Attraction on Punk or anything." AJ assured her boss who was more than aware of her affair with Punk.
"I don't think you will." Paul chuckled. "But that'd be funny. No it's just I have an associate who used to work here and I'm looking to lure him back to Marvel. I'd like you to be his chaperone for the evening."
"Me? Really?" AJ asked unsurely.
"Yes you." Paul smirked. "You're pretty, a good worked and unlike my other assistants you know the difference between Batman and Wolverine." He grinned. "He'll pick you up at your apartment at 5 I just needed to verify your new address."
"This sounds like a date." AJ said warily and Paul just shrugged. "I get that you don't like what I'm doing with Punk you probably think I'm a terrible person-"
"That's not the case at all." Paul laughed.
"Did Punk ask you to find me a date?" she asked him and Paul let out such a loud laugh she was sure everyone outside heard.
"That's priceless." He said wiping his eyes. "Do you think Punk would really ask me to set up a young lady that he enjoys having all to himself?"
"So you're trying to piss him off?" she asked him confused.
"I'm just trying to get a good worker back into the company and if it ruffles Punk's feathers so be it." Paul said simply. "I love Punk like a son but with that said he knows what he's doing and he knows he can't have his cake and eat it too."
"Ok." AJ said to him. "So what's this guys name?"
"Chris Jericho." Paul told her.
"Isn't he in a band?" AJ asked recalling the name. "Fozzy, isn't it?"
"Very good my dear." Paul grinned. "He also used to do some work here. He's easing up on the touring and I'm sure I could get him to settle down here. And don't worry about Punk, him and Jericho go way back I'm sure Punk will be more than thrilled to see him on your arm." Paul said biting his lip so he wouldn't laugh.
"Ok sounds good, anything else?" she asked noting Paul's face was red from trying to hold in his laughter. He just shook his head and waved for her to leave and as soon as she stepped outside she heard him laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked herself as she headed back to her desk.
Friday Night
"So let me get this straight your boyfriend is going to be at this part but he's brining his girlfriend so you're bringing a new boyfriend?" Dean asked from the couch as AJ headed into the living room wearing a cute little black dress with converse.
"Punk isn't my boyfriend." AJ reminded him.
"Do you have sex with him?" he asked her coolly and she rolled her eyes. "Do you spend weekends with him? Does he pay for your meals? Does he pull out your chair? If he does all of that he's your boyfriend."
"He's in a relationship Dean and it's not with me. He lives with another woman." AJ reminded him. "Our arrangement works for me."
"You went from marrying your only boyfriend to being a mistress and a rock stars girl." Dean laughed as he kept his eyes on the TV. "Robbie is rolling in his grave."
"Don't say that." AJ said annoyed.
"You deserve to be with a guy who wants to be with you fulltime, not just weekends." Dean said bluntly.
"This is what I want." AJ reminded him.
"I doubt that." Dean said simply as he turned the volume of the TV up. "Hey if this rock star gets a little too touchy with you, call me because I got a new bat that I want to break in." He said seriously glancing over to her.
"I'll keep that in mind." AJ laughed.
"I mean it." He said sternly and she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I know you do, thank you. Don't wait up for me." She said grabbing her bag.
"You know what? I am going to wait up for you." Dean informed her. "I don't like rock stars especially ones who can't even sing like that hack! So I will be waiting up and he better be good to you."
"Bye Dean." AJ laughed walking out the door.
AJ met Jericho outside and he had to be the most condescending man she had ever met in her life. He spoke on the phone while the limo he hired drove them into the City and barely acknowledged her. The things he was saying on the phone to whoever it was, was offensive crude stuff she had ever heard and AJ was far from a prude.
"Hey sweetheart what's your name again?" Jericho asked as they stepped out of the limo.
"AJ." She reminded him politely.
"And you are legal right? I don't need to make that mistake right." Jericho laughed as they were lead right inside.
"I'm 26." AJ informed him.
"Get the fuck out." Jericho said stunned. "You look like you barely hit puberty." He chuckled nodding towards her small breasts. AJ instinctually wrapped her arms around herself.
They were late to the party because Jericho had to make a pit stop into a building, she assumed to pick up something far from legal and when she walked in she found Punk immediately. He was chatting with Paul with his arm wrapped firmly around his lovely girlfriend who looked extra beautiful tonight.
AJ wished she was across the room with him instead she was stuck this joker and his bad Bon Jovi haircut. She couldn't help but pretend for a moment it was her at his side chatting with important people all the while Punk would be keeping a protective grip around her, one so protective that men like Jericho wouldn't dare look her way let alone speak to her the way he was.
"Here you go." Jericho said passing her a glass of champagne.
"I don't drink." AJ said but accepted the glass.
"Are you sure you're legal?" he asked seriously.
"You want to see my ID?" AJ snapped.
"Alright, alright." Jericho chuckled. "You're awfully uptight when was the last time you got dick?" he asked crudely and AJ's eyes widened in shock.
"That is incredibly rude." AJ informed him harshly.
"It's a fair question sweet bum." He shrugged taking a long sip of his champagne.
While AJ bickered with Jericho she had no idea Punk had spotted them. His smile fell upon seeing his lover with a man he absolutely loathed arguing from across the room. AJ had on a serious face as she pointed at Jericho and he just seemed to be laughing at her.
"What's wrong baby?" Maria asked kissing his cheek to get his attention.
"Is that Chris Jericho?" Punk asked Paul who looked over.
"Oh yea it is." Paul said to him.
"What's he doing with AJ?" he asked his friend.
"Jericho needed a date for the event and AJ is helping me out." Paul said to him innocently.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Punk snapped.
"You still don't like him, huh?" Maria giggled.
"Get him the fuck away from her." Punk said to Paul ignoring Maria.
"AJ works for me, I'm paying her to do this- she'll be fine." Paul said to him.
"Why are you being such a dick?" Punk asked Paul. "She's just getting over a marriage, she's having some problems and you think setting her up with that asshole was a good idea?"
"Why are you so mad?" Maria asked Punk with a frown.
"Yea Punk?" Paul asked.
"Because I don't like Chris and I like AJ. She's a sweet young girl who doesn't deserve the torture that Jericho has in store for her tonight." Punk defended in a calmer voice.
"Maybe you should go over and say hello." Paul suggested. "I'll keep Maria company."
"Yea go say hi." Maria agreed.
"No I'm good." Punk said holding Maria tighter but keeping his glare on the two across room.
An hour into the event AJ was sitting at the bar that was set up sipping on a Shirley Temple while Jericho mingled. AJ was now also beginning to suspect that Heyman set this up as a form of punishment because there was no other reason he'd force her to endure time with this disgusting man.
"Hi." A voice said and AJ turned her head and tried not to smile at Punk who was looking straight ahead as he waved the bartender over. "Two club sodas."
"Hi." AJ greeted in a defeated tone.
"Having fun?" he asked casting his eyes to the side to look at her.
"How can you tell?" she laughed.
"Is he behaving himself?" Punk asked pulling out some money to tip the man as he bought over their drinks.
"No but I can handle it." AJ said to him.
"If you can't let me know." He said tossing the money on the counter and grabbing the drinks then turned and headed towards Maria.
AJ turned her head as Maria waved and smiled at her and gave her a gentle smile and weak wave back. AJ watched as Punk passed Maria her drink and placed a sweet short kiss on her plump red lips.
"I don't know about you but I'm ready to blow this joint." Jericho said waving over the bartender and he knew to hand Jericho another glass of champagne.
"They didn't unveil the cover yet." AJ pointed out. "That is what tonight is about."
"You think I give a shit about a crappy comic written by some prick who has always been jealous of me?" Jericho laughed.
"I think Punk is great." AJ said honestly.
"Of course you do." Jericho smirked. "You're young and he's probably fucked you into next week many of times if I know Punk."
"Excuse me?" AJ asked taken back.
"Punk will stick his dick in anything with a pulse, don't think you're special and don't think I didn't catch the glares he shot my way either." Jericho said to her coolly.
"Maybe he just doesn't like you." AJ shrugged.
"He doesn't like me but he doesn't like you either." Jericho said to her. "I've known him a long time and he's been with Maria for most of that time. She's way too hot for him." He said smiling towards Maria as Punk's back was turned and shot her a wink. "You're more on his level."
"I'm so sick you insulting my appearance." AJ snapped. "There's nothing wrong with me."
"You have a very fit body and I'm sure I could bend you in ways you didn't even think were possible but you have sad little eyes and a permanent frown and that is unattractive." Jericho said to her.
"Maybe I should try botex, who did yours?" she quipped and he laughed.
"I can see why Paul likes you." Jericho said amused. "Alright you just went up a few notches in my book."
"Great I can check that off my bucket list." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"You look like you need to have fun." He said to her seriously now. "And I don't mean sexually unless you want to." He added. "Let's get out of here I have people waiting for me a few blocks over at a club. It's cool people and a good time."
"I can't just leave I work here." AJ said to him.
"Paul has left you to me don't worry about it." Jericho said to her. "You're too uptight, put your hair down and have some fun." He said then looked across the room. "Paul!" Jericho shouted and not only did that get Paul's attention but Punk's as well. "We're heading out! Tonight rocked!" he said giving Paul a thumbs up as he grabbed AJ's hand and tugged her out of her stool.
Paul frowned and tried to push through the people but Jericho was already gone and so was AJ. He looked over and saw the scariest glare he had ever seen from Punk. He didn't expect AJ to leave with Jericho, he had hoped Punk would wise up but he was wrong. Paul just shrugged and went back to the people he was talking to.
Jericho wasn't half bad AJ had learned. Sure he was an asshole but AJ seemed to like assholes, Dean, Punk- it was just who she meshed with. She did have a good time at the rock club and his friends were pretty cool. She danced, laughed and was able to forget all about Punk, Robbie and her impending divorce. But once it hit one in the morning AJ knew she had to leave. She walked over to Chris and thanked him for helping her loosen up and he slipped her his number and told her to call if she ever needed to have fun again.
AJ decided a cab would be her best bet back to Brooklyn but the moment she stepped out of the club she saw the man Ryan who she had seen twice before leaning against a bus stop looking towards the club entrance.
"Hi AJ." He smiled.
Those were the only two words she had ever heard him speak. She put her head down and headed away from the building without looking back but she knew he was a step behind her. She also couldn't believe not one cab had driven by yet.
"Where are you going AJ?" he asked staying on her heels.
"Taxi!" She yelled out holding her arm out but the cars just drove past her.
"You're really pretty AJ." Ryan said from behind her.
AJ didn't even look back as she continued to venture down the street until she hit a busy avenue. But she knew he was right there and there was no worse feeling in the world knowing something was going to happen to you and there was no way to stop it. AJ was about twenty feet from hitting the busy corner when she felt a hand around her mouth and was dragged down an alley.
"You smell nice AJ." He said happily into her ear and threw her as hard as he could into a dumpster causing her to crash and hit the floor. She winded and surprised by the assault and then realized he wasn't done yet.
"Please." She quivered, seeing enough Law & Order SVU marathons to know where this was going.
Ryan ignored her and reached under her dress and pulled her panties down but to her surprise he stopped there and stood tall. He placed the garment to his nose and gave it a strong whiff.
"If you want these back have Punk come and get it." Ryan said casually as he walked away leaving AJ breathless on the ground in the alley.
AJ was shaking like a leaf as she sat up and ran behind the dumpster. It was cold, she felt violated and too scared to leave the alley in fear that Ryan would be waiting for her. The smart thing to do would be to call the police but AJ called the one person she could always depend on, the only constant man in her life.
"Dean?" she cried. "I need you."
This was exactly how Punk liked to wake up every morning, pumping into his girlfriend who was always eager for sex. After watching AJ leave with Jericho last night he was bothered but had no right to be. Would she sleep with him? Was she that lonely? Did he use her? Did he abandon her somewhere? All these questions stayed in his mind while he locked eyes with the gorgeous Maria.
"Yes Phil!" she cried as she laid back and let him do all the work.
"You like it dirty." He grinned as he thrust into her with all of his strength.
When he opened his eyes again it wasn't Maria beneath him but AJ, his eyes darted wide open while AJ giggled. He could hear her voice clear as day in his head.
"You know I like it dirty." AJ replied placing her finger into her mouth.
"Fuck AJ." He grunted as he felt her come, he didn't slow down until he joined her and rolled right off of her body.
"You called me AJ." Maria said to him softly not looking at him but up at the ceiling.
"What? No I didn't." Punk scoffed.
"I know my name Phil." Maria said in an empty voice. "And it's not AJ. Are you sleeping with her?"
"Are you crazy?" he asked with a laugh. "I'm here in bed with you- you're the one bringing up Paul's assistant."
"You bought her up!" Maria argued sitting up now and glaring at him. "Is there something I should know about?"
"You need to get your hearing checked." He snorted calmly.
"No maybe I should get my brain checked because I must have lost my mind to stay with you!" She yelled getting out of the bed and wrapping the bed sheet around herself and running into the bathroom slamming the door behind her in the process.
"Crazy." Punk snorted as he sat up himself now.
"I'm moving out!" Maria shouted from inside the bathroom.
"You say that at least once a week!" he reminded her carelessly as he scrolled through his phone.
"I mean it this time!" she yelled back, annoyed he didn't seem to believe her.
"You say that too!" he yelled back. "We have a flight in two hours so hurry up in there so I could shower!"
He cringed when he heard her throw something at the bathroom door.
"Dramatic." He muttered under his breath.
Paul was in his office early Saturday morning since he was a workaholic, while most of the office took of Saturday that was the day Paul had his best days. The silence, the peace- it was so easy to get things done. But not this Saturday, this Saturday he heard the elevator doors chime and was surprised since no one ever came up on the floor. With his glasses perched on the tip of his nose he looked up as a crazed man walked right past his office with a baseball bat.
Paul was now curious but to move from his spot as he watched the man pass again and then a minute later he pushed Paul's door fully open. He was wearing a tight wife-beater, jeans and messy hair. He also had one of the craziest looks he had ever seen in his life but Paul wasn't afraid. He had faced scarier.
"Are you Paul Heyman?" the man demanded.
"I am." Paul remarked still holding his paper in his hand and just looking towards him with his glasses.
He watched as the man began to hit the wall with a bat, and then knocked over the items on his desk across the room with the same bat. He watched as the man destroyed anything and everything in reach of his bat.
"I need better security in this building." Paul said to himself casually as he just let the man destroy his office.
"Where's your boy?" the man hissed coming to the front of Heyman's desk.
"You're going to have to be more specific sir, and I call you sir not because you scare me but I oddly respect you." Paul said honestly.
"Punk." He said to him.
"Who?" Paul asked innocently. Paul would lay down his life for Punk and as entertaining as this crazed man was no one would touch Punk while he was still alive.
"Your little shit head friend Punk." He hissed leaning over the desk but again Paul was intimidated. "I want to see that pussy right now!"
"He's not here." Paul said to him coolly. "May I pass along a message to him?" he asked causally.
"Yea tell him to stay the fuck away from AJ." He said to him. "Or maybe that's the fucking problem! He fucks her, leads criminals to her then moves on with his life! He may not have her back but I have her back." He said pointing to himself.
"Dean." Paul said surprised. AJ had mentioned Dean numerous times to Paul and he couldn't believe he didn't piece it together since AJ had only one photo on her desk that he passed everyday. It was of Dean and Robbie in their Army uniforms.
"That's right! And call the cops! I don't give a shit! I'll get out and I'll come back here and I'll keep coming back until I see that fucking disgusting piece of shit!"
"What happened?" Paul asked removing his glasses.
"You people don't care about her." Dean almost laughed. "You, Punk- you're all the fucking same! AJ is a good girl ok? She doesn't deserve this shit! She didn't deserve last night!"
"I care about AJ." Paul said honestly and seriously. "Tell me what happened so I can fix it."
"You can't fix it." Dean said coldly. "She doesn't even want to leave the apartment!"
"Did something happen with Chris?" Paul asked him.
"No not that asshole the other asshole." Dean said to him. "Ryan his name is."
"What did he do to her?" Paul asked growing tense.
"Stalked her on the street, dragged her down an alley, tossed her around and ripped her underwear off her body!" Dean ranted and Paul sat back slightly.
"Did he-" he began.
"No he didn't rape her because if he did you'd be fucking dead right now." Dean spat. Dean was shaking from the anger he was feeling as sweat dropped from his body.
"I assure you Punk didn't know about this or have anything to do with it." Paul said to him.
"He bought these people into her life." Dean reasoned. "And then left her to hang out to dry because he's using her when he gets bored. I let it go because it made her happy but after last night it's finished." He warned Paul.
"It is over. I'll take care of this." Paul said to him and Dean let out a laugh.
"You've done a great fucking job boss." Dean snorted sarcastically.
"Speaking of, would you like a job?" Paul asked tilting his head and eyeing the man who looked more confused than ever.
Punk arrived at the mostly empty Marvel building and when he reached floor 13 it was really quiet. He was on his way to the airport when Paul told him to turn around and come straight to the office. He assumed it had to do with work and a problem with his comic. Punk walked to Paul's office and saw it was trashed.
"What the hell happened Paul?" Punk asked and then saw a man seating on the leather couch against the wall and Dean shot up with the bat. "What's this?"
"Down." Paul said to Dean who didn't sit but didn't lunge for Punk. "My new head of security." He grinned to Punk. "He's fantastic."
"Paul what is going on?" Punk asked slowly as he kept one eye on a crazy eyed Dean Ambrose.
"AJ had an incident last night, Dean dropped by to bring it to my attention." Paul said to him. "If you pick up the chair that Mr. Ambrose knocked over earlier I'll explain it to you."
"I don't want to sit, what happened to AJ?" Punk asked alarmed. "Was it Chris? What did he do?" he demanded.
"It was you, you self riotous piece of shit!" Dean shouted lifting the bat.
"What the fuck are you talking about!" Punk yelled towards him.
"AJ ran into Ryan last night." Paul interrupted.
"Last night?" Punk asked Paul quietly. "At the party?"
"No outside of a club Chris took her to." Paul said to him. "He had a message for you and Dean was kind enough to drop by here on this fine Saturday morning to deliver it." He said looking towards Dean.
"That ugly piece of shit dragged poor AJ down an alley-" he started and Punk immediately flashed to the crime his brother committed, the crime that pushed Punk to turn on his own blood.
"No." Punk said shaking his head not believing it.
"It's not what you think." Paul said to him.
"He pushed her down on the cold fucking ground and ripped off her underwear and told her if she wanted them back to have you go and get them." Dean said to him. "I want an address." He said to Punk.
"No killing." Paul said casually to his newest employee.
"Fuck that." Dean spat. "He's not man enough to face these fucking guys. AJ being fighting them off for him for months now!"
"Where is she?" Punk asked Dean.
"She's home but don't even bother." Dean said to him.
"She should go to the police." Paul said to them.
"No." Punk said. "That's what caused all of this to begin with. I'll handle it but first I need to talk her."
"No you want to see her so you can fuck her and that's done too." Dean informed him. "You're done messing with her."
"I don't need your permission." Punk said unafraid of the man and it actually surprised Dean. "I'll fix all of this but I can't do it until I talk to her so you can stay here and help my friend clean up his office if you don't like it."
Punk turned to leave the office but Dean jumped in front of the door refusing to let Punk pass.
"Move or I'll move you." Punk warned him. And with the way Punk was feeling at this moment he would take Dean out.
"Fix this or the next thing fucking you will be my bat." Dean threatened as he slowly stepped aside.
"I think that went well." Paul said casually as Punk stormed out of the office.
Punk walked over the cab that was waiting for him outside with Maria and his luggage.
"We're going to miss our flight." Maria sighed rolling down her window to speak to him.
"Go back to Chicago I have to stay." Punk said to her.
"No Phil you're coming back with me." Maria argued.
"I can't I have to work." Punk said to her.
"I'll stay with you, we have a lot to discuss." Maria insisted.
"No you're going back to Chicago." Punk told her leaving no room for an argument.
"You're such a liar." Maria said looking away from him and he knew she was crying because she knew he was in fact lying to her.
"I'm sorry." He said softly.
"No you're not Phil." She said sadly. "You're a terrible man Phil and if you don't get into this cab with me right now and come back to Chicago I won't be there when you do return and it's not an empty threat anymore. I'm sick of the lying and cheating Phil I don't deserve it." She cried softly. "I love you too much to keep doing this."
"Can you pop the trunk?" he asked the cab driver so he could get his stuff and Maria couldn't believe he was really sending her off.
"Please don't do this." She cried placing her window on the halfway opened window, she peeked out and saw him take his stuff out of the trunk. "Please don't make me do this!"
"You're a great woman and you don't deserve this." He said walking back over to the window. "I want to talk to you about everything because you deserve but I have something else I have to deal with."
"It's her isn't it?" Maria asked knowing but he didn't respond. "I really hope she's worth this."
"It's not like that." Punk said to her. "I dragged her into something pretty bad and I can't just go."
"It has to do with Mike doesn't it?" Maria asked and he nodded. "It's amazing."
"What is?" he asked.
"I've been with you for years and never once did your brother's criminal friends think of using me to get to you but her-" she started already able to put it all together. "forget it." She said shaking her head not wanting to even think about it. "Be safe." She said to him and then rolled up her window.
Punk watched as she signaled for the driver to go and lingered a few moments as he watched the cab and his nothing but loyal and loving girlfriend drive off. He broke her heart, something he had tried so hard to never do and all he could think about was AJ. Once the cab was out of sight he waved down another cab and gave them AJ's Brooklyn address.
AJ was sitting on her couch sipping her scolding hot coffee when someone knocked. She reluctantly walked over to the peephole and when she saw Punk she swung the door open and jumped into his arms.
"I'm sorry." He said holding her tightly. "I am so sorry." He said letting her cling to him.
Punk pushed inside without breaking his embrace and kicked her door closed with his foot. There was something about having AJ in his arms that just felt not only right to him, it felt like he was home. The circumstances weren't what he wanted them to be but he was grateful to be with her at this moment.
"You didn't have to come." He heard AJ say against his neck where her face was curled into. "But I'm glad you did."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else." He said honestly.
After another few minutes AJ finally pulled away and he got a good look at her. Her eyes were baggy from the lack of sleep, her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and she was wearing baggy sweat and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life.
"I guess you heard." She noted with a small nervous laugh.
"Yea I did." He said slowly sticking his hands into his jean pockets. "I didn't know they'd go that far I swear to you I never would have just-"
"Just what? Live your life?" she asked with a smile. "I'm ok it wasn't a big deal."
"It is a big deal." He said seriously.
"Who told you?" she asked. "Did they get in touch with you?"
"No Dean told me." Punk said to her and she seemed confused.
"Did he hit you with his bat?" she asked nervously.
"No." He chuckled. "But he did hit Paul's office with it."
"And now I have no job." She said shaking her head in disbelief. "I told him to leave it alone."
"No he did the right thing." Punk told her. "And no one lost their job but Dean got one working for Paul I think."
"Only Dean could pull that off it that's true." She smirked.
"He's a good guy to have in your corner." Punk said to her.
"I told him not to say anything. He promised." She said to him.
"He loves you and wants to protect you as he should." Punk said simply. "Don't be mad at him for doing the right thing by you, at least someone did."
"I didn't go to the police because I didn't want you in anymore trouble." She said to him.
"Don't worry about me but don't go to the police either." Punk said to her.
"You should just go back to Chicago." She said to him.
"I'm not going back to Chicago yet." He said to her.
"Maria-" she started.
"I'm not going back to Chicago yet." He repeated. "I don't know how but I will make this right for you."
"I don't need the underwear back." She teased. "I'm just really happy that's all he did."
"Did he hurt you at all? Dean said he threw you to the floor." Punk noted.
"Bruised my arm." She said pulling up the sleeve of her baggy sweatshirt showing a large bruise. "I hit it into the dumpster but that's my only battle scar."
Punk grabbed her arm and placed a kiss over the bruise then placed another kiss on the top of her head.
"Maybe you should go." She suggested. "I can't have you here."
"And I can't leave you here." He said simply. "You look tired." He noted.
"I am." She frowned. "I spent most the night trying to talk Dean down he told me he was going to get me a bagel."
"You didn't get suspicious after an hour?" he teased.
"I did but figured he got sidetracked by a bar." She laughed.
"At this time in the morning?" he asked with a frown.
"He means well." She shrugged.
"I'm tired too." He said grabbing her hand and pulling her over to the couch.
Punk laid on the couch and tugged AJ on top of him. She sat up at first and leaned down to give him a deep and loving kiss while her hands gently cupped his face. She pulled away and nuzzled her nose against his as she stretched out over his body and laid right on top of him. Punk reached for the blanket that hung off the back of the couch and covered their bodies with it and held her as she drifted off to sleep.
Punk was awake the entire time as he played with a strand of hair that escaped her bun and twirled it with his finger as he imagined running into Ryan and Randy Orton for that matter. All these years he spent running from them to avoid getting jumped because he knew it wouldn't be fair fight, now he was salivating at the thought of bumping into them and he planned on it. He didn't care if he lost the fight he just needed a few good hits in on them.
"Phil?" she asked still sleeping, probably he dreaming he thought to himself because she had never called him Phil before. He just placed a sweet kiss to her head and that was enough to get her to fall back asleep.
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