xXx Skylar Carson xXx

I didn't know why everything was blowing up in my face all of a sudden. I hadn't wanted to push Punk away like this. I had only mentioned Kelly to him because he seemed to talk about her all the time. He called her a decoy, but I hadn't been able to help but think there was something else there. Why would he have gotten so upset about his 'decoy' sleeping with Samoa Joe like she was supposed to? Why would he talk about her when he was only keeping her around for Samoa Joe?

When he had stormed out of the room after I suggested that we weren't working out, and that it was a bad idea, I had been shocked. I hadn't wanted him to go that easily. I hadn't even really meant to 'break up' with him or anything like that. I had just been angry with him, and like always, my mouth outran my brain. I shouldn't have said anything, and now because I had, what I'd had with Punk was blowing up in my face.

I heard the bedroom door click open, and I looked over to see Samoa Joe standing in the doorway with a plastic bag in his hand. I gave him a small smile, even though I wanted to curl up in the corner of the room. He hadn't been as bad as he used to be, but that was only because I had kissed him. I had kissed him, and I had enjoyed it enough to do it several more times. He'd touched me the night before, and I had let him. It only worked because I was envisioning it being Punk, but when I had opened my eyes and seen that it was Samoa Joe, I had pushed him away and told him I didn't want more than just kissing for the time being.

"Hey," he murmured softly, setting the bag down on the floor by the bed before he crawled on top of the mattress so that he was sitting next to me. He pulled me over onto his lap and then smirked down at me, the corners of his mouth turning into dimples. He wasn't horrible looking, and it pissed me off.

"Hi," I told him with a small voice, not fighting him as he pulled my head so that I was resting on his chest. I didn't bother asking him what was in the plastic bag. Knowing him, it was probably alcohol or porn or something.

"I'm sorry I left you alone in here," he murmured as he shifted his body underneath of me, running his hand up and down my side softly before he pressed his lips against the corner of my mouth. "I had to run into town and grab some things for us," he whispered into my ear before he slid my shirt up, exposing my stomach.

If I said that I didn't enjoy being touched like that, I would be flat out lying. I liked having someone touch me intimately like that, and I enjoyed the kisses. But I didn't want it to be Samoa Joe doing this to me. I wanted it to be Punk. He was the only man who seemed to be able to pull real emotions out of me. With Samoa Joe, all he was doing was turning me on. With Punk… the emotions I felt were a lot deeper and a hell of a lot stronger than just lust.

"What stuff?" I asked him, trying to shift my body out from beneath him. Instead, he just kept his hand on my stomach as he smirked down at me, pushing some hair out of my eyes before he leaned over to brush his lips over mine.

"Just some things for when we get more intimate. I wanted to make sure we had everything we'd need ahead of time," he murmured into my ear before he reached his hand around me to grab my ass, squeezing. "We'll work our way up to that, though. I just want to make you feel good, Skylar. Let me do that," he murmured, pressing his lips against my mouth.

His words scared the shit out of me. I had no intent to get any more intimate with Samoa Joe than just kissing, and maybe letting him touch me. And I didn't really even want that. Sure, it felt good, but I also knew that I didn't want it. I knew that Punk was angry with me right now.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, seeing the look on my face change. He pressed his lips against my mouth again and then pulled away before he looked down into my eyes. "Is it that shit with Homicide again?" He growled angrily. I wasn't sure whether the anger was directed at me or Homicide, but I wasn't going to ask him.

"No," I shook my head. "I just…I don't know if I'm ever going to want to go that far with you, Joe," I muttered, looking at his facial features. His eyes narrowed and I saw the Brown coloring in them. He pulled off of me, and then pushed his hand back over his head before he moved so that he was standing on the floor looking down at me.

"You'll have to want it eventually, Skylar. I don't want to ever take something like that from you by force," he muttered, before turning to glare at me. "But if you keep teasing me and taunting me like you've been doing, that's exactly what will fucking happen," he snapped before turning to walk out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

I hated how he always turned things around on me. I hadn't been teasing him or taunting him, like he'd told me. Yes, I kissed him, and yes, he touched me, but I never asked him to do either of those things, even if I did return the kisses. He had to know that I was terrified of what he would do to me if I told him no. I had seen his temper before, and he'd hit me before. If he honestly expected me to tell him no when I knew damn well that he'd just hit me again because of it, he was full of shit.

This was one of those times when I could have used Punk. I missed him, even though I hadn't been around him in awhile. I knew that I was the cause of that. I was the one who pushed him away. I was the one who told him to leave me alone, and I was the one who told him that I wanted to break off whatever we had going. Everything wrong that had happened between me and Punk was my own fault, and I had no one else to blame.

Since Samoa Joe hadn't specifically told me to stay in the confines of the bedroom this time when he'd left, I decided to get up and search around to see if I could find Punk. I knew he was probably still fuming mad at me, but I needed to try and clear the air. I just wanted to make sure he realized what I had meant.

I got up and walked out of the bedroom and turned to walk down the hallway towards where Punk's bedroom was. If Samoa Joe caught me in there, I'd be in big trouble. But I didn't care. If Punk was anywhere, it was his room, the boxing room, or the shooting range. I just groaned instead when I opened the bedroom to see Kelly riding on top of a very naked, very turned on Steel.

"Have you seen Punk?" I asked her, not caring if it was rude to interrupt while they were in the middle of having sex. If anything, she was only proving to me just what kind of slut she was. If she was willing to fuck around behind Punk's back in his own bed, I wasn't going to be nice to her.

She just looked over at me and shrugged as she continued moving on top of the shortest member of the gang. He didn't even seem to notice my presence, which didn't surprise me. "He didn't say anything. Just packed up some shit and…Oh, God…" she moaned before catching her breath. "He just packed some shit up and left. Why don't you do the same?"

I didn't bother answering her as I pulled the door closed behind myself, turning around only to run into a hard chest. I sighed, expecting it to be Samoa Joe, but when I looked up and saw two dark brown eyes looking down at me with a smug smirk on his face, I knew exactly who it was.

"What are you looking for Punk for, princess?" He asked me, putting his hands on my hips before he held me firmly against the wall. "You know Samoa Joe wouldn't like that. I bet he'd get really angry, in fact," he chuckled.

"Let me go, Homicide," I growled at him, trying to push him away from me. Instead of backing off like I had expected him to, he just tightened his hold on my hips as he leaned in closer to my ear. "I'm not stupid, baby," he whispered before trailing his tongue down the side of my ear. "I know exactly what's going on between you two. And if you're not in my room tonight at ten o'clock, Samoa Joe is going to know all about it, too."

My face paled and I looked up at him, trying to pull away from him. "How can I do that if—" I started asking before he cut me off, putting one of his fingers against my lips.

"Samoa Joe won't be here tonight. He'll be out doing business rounds with the others. It'll be just me and you, baby. And I'll make sure we have a better time than we did before," he murmured into my ear before he turned to walk further down the hall, leaving me there alone, scared as hell and wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.