After Scott went away, CM Punk tried unsuccessfully not to think about what had happened into the kitchen.
That is not that big of a deal, the angel on Punk’s right shoulder said he only kissed your neck.
Who the heck does he think he is? Retorted the devil on the left shoulder.
Stay calm Philip, you know you liked the feeling of his lips on your skin. Your whole body reacted to it; from the tip of your toes to each and every of your hairs.
Punk fell asleep in the middle of this battle.
In the morning, he was woken by the feeling of someone sneaking in the bed next to him.
He opened his eyes to the bright smile of his little wife.
She kissed his forehead.
“Morning my handsome husband!” she said enthusiastically “have you missed me?”
Punk rubbed his eyes “You cannot imagine how much I’ve missed you.”
He saw the events of the previous night flash before his eyes and he felt guilty towards his beautiful wife.
“I love you Philip Jack Brooks” Aj whispered seductively into Punk’s ear.
He kissed her passionately.
AJ slipped into one of Punk’s shirts and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Meanwhile Punk turned his phone on to several texts. Some were from Chris Hardwick and Scott; but the one that caught his attention was from Jared.
Punk’s hands began to tremble and his heart beat faster as he wondered if he should read the text or not.
“Hey! I am talking to you Phil!” AJ hopped in the room.
When she noticed her husband’s distorted face she sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong baby?” she petted Punk’s back.
He – who was staring into space – started as he heard his wife’s voice.
“Nothing” he finally uttered reaching her lips “You are by my side everything’s okay” he kissed her.
AJ led Punk to the living room where she had set the table and lit candles.
“It’s been a while since we last had breakfast together” said AJ with a smile as she sat at one end of the table.
Punk sniggered “I am not the one who’s constantly on the road”
“Is that a reproach? Are you blaming me for living my dream?” burst AJ.
“No I am not,” Punk’s voice was calm and cold, “but you can’t complain about us not spending much time together when you are the one who always cancel our meetings.”
“Am I to remind you that you’re the one who left the company – we were working for – in the first place?” AJ screamed in anger.
She had stood up and was heading to their bedroom.
“If you were not the selfish and stubborn prick that you are, they would have found plans for you in the WWE!”
“Oh so that’s what we are talking about now? My career in the WWE? Do you really want to go on this path?” Punk’s tone was still incredibly calm and off-putting “what I wanted to do with my career doesn’t concern you in any way. My whole life was and still is under my own control and mine only and no one else in to interfere in it. Do you understand that?”
Punk was standing in the door frame of their bedroom, watching his wife packing her bags. At that moment he had zero yen for her to stay in the house. He wanted to be far from her.
"Now you're the one who's walking away!" were the last words AJ heard from her husband before she salmmed the door.
