I probably should have been put off by that statement, but I agreed. I didn't know what was in his contract about public relationships or social media, but I didn't want him to get in trouble that was for sure. We spent a few more moments out on the balcony overlooking the still city, the lights on the buildings slowly turning off as the sun rose higher. And as it did, so did the temperatures. It was extremely hot by the time Jon left at eight, so I was grateful to be able to climb into my fluffy hotel bed with the air on full blast. I tossed and turned for a while, but I just couldn't get him out of my head. He had some kind of hold on me that I just couldn't shake. It was like there was a hand tightening around my throat so I couldn't breathe and my heart was beating out of my chest, but I loved it. I loved every single second of it, and I craved his presence. I didn't care about his stipulation; I just wanted to feel the way I did when I was around him. I was almost asleep when a text from Jon came through telling me how much he enjoyed my company and that he looked forward to seeing me again.

"Maybe we can be alone next time," he added. I legitimately think I felt my lady parts tingle at the thought of being completely alone with him.

Great, I was never going to sleep now. I huffed and threw the covers off of me, lumbering into the kitchen of our suite.

'God, this place was bigger than my apartment.' I thought, finally taking it all in for the first time.

There were two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen-dining area, plus a mini bar. I'd gotten a hell of a deal too, thanks to some discount site I'd signed up for through who-knows-what-site on the internet ages ago. Brandi and Chelsea were still passed out in their beds in the second bedroom, but I was starving. I looked at the stove and saw that it was nearly 10 am. I walked through the living room and knocked softly on Brandi and Chelsea's door. I heard the soft padding of feet and the door opened. Brandi was bright eyed and bushy-tailed, still in her pajamas and glasses.

"Hi," I said softly, smiling.

"I'm surprised you're awake," she said, coming out of the room. She closed the door softly behind her so as not to wake Chelsea.

That girl could sleep twenty-four hours a day, I swear. "I haven't exactly been to sleep…I'm starving though. You wanna order room service?" I asked her. Brandi nodded and grabbed the menu off the bar. We ordered enough for the two of us, knowing Chels wouldn't wake before noon and took a seat on the big red couch in the center of the living room.

"Listen, about last night. I'm sorry I dragged you out and kind of ignored you to hang with him. I didn't plan on doing that at all," I told her.

She waved me off. "Girl, don't even trip. You found you a boo. It's all good," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah, but this is our trip, not mine, his, and you guys. It's okay, though. He flies out for work tonight, so it's just us girls," I told her.

She nodded. "That's cool. So, what are we doing tonight? Because I'm really feeling some Cirque Du Soleil, a few cocktails, maybe some blackjack…"

We agreed on the plans for the night and ate our breakfast, reminiscing on text conversations we'd had over the last two years of our friendship.

"You realize we're gonna have to do this like once a year or something now," I told her, "I'm gonna miss y'all way, way too much to go without seeing you."

Brandi laughed and nodded. "I was thinking about that, too," she said, "like, it just feels normal hanging with you. It's like we've known each other our whole lives. It's not uncomfortable or weird, and all we've ever done before now is text and talk online. We'd never even heard each other's voices."

That was how we knew we were true friends. Without ever speaking to one another on the phone or meeting in person, Brandi and I had a special bond like no other. I could talk to her about absolutely anything. When my ex and I split, she was my biggest support system. She knew exactly what to say to help me through everything I was feeling, even if no one else understood. We were from different worlds, truly. I'd met Chelsea online, too, on Tumblr through an Avenged Sevenfold fanpage. We both shared a love for Zacky Vengeance like no other. I laughed to myself thinking about it. God, those were the days. She and I weren't nearly as close and Brandi and I, but she was still our third musketeer, so-to –speak. They were my girls, and besides my sisters, they were my best and most trustworthy friends.

Hey…don't forget 2 watch the ppv 2nite. Big debut.

I read the text I had typed out to Mich over a couple of times. I normally just called, but the locker room was buzzing behind me and I couldn't really get away to call her.

"What's on your mind, brother?" my tag team partner, Joe, sat down next to me.

"Just texting that girl I was telling you about. You know, the one I met on the way home," I began explaining my dilemma, but Joe cut me off.

"Wait a minute. You're texting someone?" he asked.

I nodded and continued my story. "Yeah, that's my problem," I explained, "does this sound dumb?" I showed him my phone and he responded with a shake of his head. Joe and I knew each other well from our days in FCW. He was a big Samoan guy, came from a long line of pro-wrestlers, but his lifelong dream had been football. Somehow he wound up here with me, and we'd become best friends. I knew if I could count on anyone to be honest with me, it was him. Colby, our third partner and 'leader' of the faction we were in, came over and sat on the bench next to us.

"You guys ready?" he asked. I nodded, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure that I was ready. I needed some fresh air, a cigarette, a shot of Jack Daniels, something. I looked at the clock on the wall and it seemed like every second took hours to pass by. I stood up and grabbed my bulletproof vest that was a part of my gimmick and slipped it over my head.

"Where you going?" Colby asked me.

"Outside. I'll be back. Don't worry, we've got time," I grabbed my phone and booked it out of the locker room. I unlocked it and stared at the text once more. I hit send, just in case she was at work and couldn't answer. I found a place in a corner where I could sit and brood alone before my match. 'Come on Jon, get your shit together. You've got this, you were born for this.' I thought to myself, head in hands. The case I was sitting on vibrated as my phone went off. It was Mich.

I wouldn't miss it! Excited for you. How are you feeling? she replied. I felt myself smile a little as I slowly typed a response.

Nervous. Don't u dare tell anyone.

I could imagine her laugh at my response. I wondered what she was doing right then, what she was wearing. This girl was in my head and I just couldn't get her out. She had me in some kind of trance. Women never did that to me. I was notorious for being a hit it and quit it guy, and then here came this girl. She was perfect, short, curvy, funny, driven... Everything I didn't deserve. I was horrible to women and I knew it was only a matter of time before I broke her heart and I wasn't sure I could forgive myself if I did her wrong after what she'd been through.

Lol. Never. Have a good match sweetie. I'll let you get in your zone. Text me or call me later. I'll be watching.

"Jon! Let's go, brotha," Joe called to me from down the hall. It was go time already. I walked to meet my teammates and handed my phone off to one of my good buddies for safe keeping until after the match.

"Just don't lose it," I told him, hurrying off to catch up with my teammates again.

"Nah dude, it's in safe hands," he assured me.

We were taken up to the concourse level of the arena by a slew of security guards and two cops. I chuckled to myself. We had a police escort and our gimmick was a police-type deal. We were supposed to be the "Hounds of Justice", bringing punishment to those who brought injustices to other wrestlers. We dressed in all black and we were to come through the crowd. Tonight, we were debuting live at Survivor Series during CM Punk's match, making sure he retained the title, and disappearing. I didn't honestly care if I made it past the night. My childhood dream had come true. I was a WWE superstar. The only thing that could have made the night better was…

"Go, go, go," Colby pushed me forward and we started down the steps. This was it. I was so nervous and all I could think of was Mich. I broke into a run and dove over the barricade. We began our attack on Ryback and before I knew it, it was over. We had officially made our debut. I was walking backwards into the crowd, watching the boys bring it home when I felt a hand wrap around my elbow. I jerked away on instinct, our characters were supposed to be heels and I had to sell it all the time. The crowd counted to three and I looked back at my partners knowing this was only the beginning.

Then it hit me.

'Holy shit, dude. This is real. This is so fucking real. You were just on a WWE pay-per-view. You debuted at Survivor Series. Your life as you know it is over, Jon. You're gonna be famous.' I thought to myself.

"Hard camera," Joe said behind me as the camera crane came down and focused on us as we backed our way through the crowd. We sold to the camera a bit and it panned away.

I turned hard on my heels to finally make my exit from the crowd and nearly fell on my ass.

"No fucking way," I smirked.

"Hello Jon," Mich smiled at me.

"Meet me over there," I nodded toward the empty area where the guys sometimes stood and watched the show, hidden from the crowd,"I'll come get you."

Mich nodded and picked up her things. I hurriedly ran to the back and through the halls until I found my way to her. She was waiting patiently, her bag slung over her shoulder, arms folded. I ducked out and approached her, grabbing her hand.

"Come on, out of sight," I told her, pulling her to the back. We made our way through the curtain and past security before I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her waist, hers around my shoulders. She had to stand on her tip toes to even reach that high on me. I smirked to myself. It was cute how little she was compared to me. She had to be at least an entire foot shorter than I was. She was different from most of the girls I dated, if you could call it that. I wasn't even sure what you could call us. We'd been calling and texting and sending photos for months now.

'Shit, my phone.' I thought. I hoped my buddy hadn't gone through my phone. There were pictures of Mich on there that were for my eyes only. If anyone else got their hands on them or the ones I sent to her in return, I was sure my push to the main roster would be taken away instantly.

I continued to pull Mich through the halls to an empty room.

"What are we doing?" she asked me.

"Just… Bringing you somewhere private," I told her, stroking her cheek with my thumb. I couldn't help but smile at her. She smiled back, nuzzling her cheek against my hand. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her. Mich shrugged.

"I wanted to see you. When I saw you in August you said you'd be coming up to TV the next month and it kept getting pushed back. I was going to come to whichever show your debut happened at regardless. I wanted to surprise you," she explained.

I sat down and pulled her into my lap. "It worked," I stroked her cheek again. She pressed her forehead to mine gently, her hands on either side of my face. I licked my lips, remembering how soft hers were. I leaned in to kiss her just as the door flew open.

"Fuck," I growled.

"Oh. My bad bro. I didn't realize you were busy," Colby said.

"Nah dude, it's cool. What's up?" I replied sourly.

"Is this your phone? I found it laying in the hall on a road case," he asked. Sure enough, the phone he was holding was mine.

'Fuck', I thought, 'Anyone in the company could have gotten their hands on it and seen those pictures now.'

Colby brought my phone over to me, a smirk on his face.

"What?" I spat at him.

"Who's this?" he asked, sitting backwards in a folding chair next to us. This kid was gonna drive me nuts if he didn't leave us the hell alone.

"I'm Mich," she extended her hand to him.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Colby. Jon's partner," he shook her hand, still smirking. Something told me he was up to no good. I'm not sure if it was the vibe he was giving off or that stupid little smirk, but I didn't like it. I wanted him out. I wanted alone time with Mich, there was no telling how much or how little we had before she had to go.

"Dude. Scram," I ordered him.

Colby shrugged and stood up. "I was just making conversation. You coming with me and Joe or what?" he asked, headed toward the door.

"I'll meet up with you later. Get out," I responded, pulling Mich closer as he made his exit. There was just something not right about his little visit with us.

"What was that about?" she asked me.

"Nothing. He's just being an ass. Now where were we?"