Glad to see you're enjoying the fic still Corey Kitten. Thank you for your constant reviews it means a lot. I have gotten a bit ahead of myself on this story I still have some chapters written in advance so I will update every day. I hate waiting for updates so I try to stay ahead of myself. Becca's secret will start to be reviled very soon. Hang in there and sadly Jon can't stay home forever. psion 53 thank you for your review also. Kim plays an important part to this story, just hang in there.

I didn't bother to knock as I went in; I stood there a moment watching as Jon eyed the yellow shirt he held in his hand skeptically, He put it up to his nose and then made a face and threw it on the ground. I laughed and it startled him he turned around and he looked at me slightly embarrassed that he was just caught in the act. "I don't have time to do laundry" He announced. There were clothes strewn all over the place. His room resembled a teenage boys. He was adorable as he stood there surrounded by clothes. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked around.

I interrupted him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, what's up?" He asked glancing back at me for a second before going back to work at making sense of what to pack.

Walking further into the room, I took a seat on his bed and reached into his suitcase and began to pull his clothes out. He just looked at me. "I am going to refold these ok?" I asked "only I am going to do it the right way" I smiled.

He looked at me "Hey I have a system."

I looked back up at him. "Yes I see that and I wouldn't want to ruin it cause it seems to work so well, but just let me help you"

"I was doing ok" He smiled. "so what was your question?"

As I sat there folding his grey gym shorts I looked up at him again. "Do you know what a rat is?"

He laughed and the look on his face clearly showed just how amused he was. "A rat?" He questioned "Where is this coming from?"

I grabbed a blue shirt off the bed "Well I figured you may know, if someone calls you a rat, then what does it mean?"

"Somebody call you a rat? Like maybe your little friend?" Shaking his head he said "That would be a joke."

"I didn't say anyone called me that necessarily, I just wanted to know what it meant" Picking up another shirt and folding it.

"Hmmm, well let's see how can I put this nicely?" He thought about it a minute scratching his chin. "A rat is like a wrestler equivalent of a groupie. You know someone who chases wrestlers around and sleeps with them." Throwing a pair of Jeans on the bed he looked at me "You are not a rat!" He winked at me. "Make sure you tell your friend that, the next time." looked up at him in shock. How did he know? "I heard her call you that this morning when she was yelling at you." He told me as if he could read my thoughts.

I asked him in a weak little voice which even surprised me. "So if I slept with you I would be a rat?"

His eyes darted over to me and he answered me anxiously "Sleeping with a wrestler does not make you a rat. Sex with one wrestler wouldn't make you a rat; further more sleeping with a wrestler that likes you wouldn't make you a rat." He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. Reaching in he took a shirt out walking over it to me he handed it to me. "Here this should fit you; you can take a shower and wear it if you want. I want to take you out for awhile" walking back over to the other side of the bed he continued to pile things into his suitcase. he stood there for a moment he sucked in his bottom lip and released it.

I stood up and made my way to the door to head for the bathroom. As I walked past him he gently grabbed my arm and stopped me. "You will never, ever be a rat. You are much too good for that." He leaned down and he pushed his lips against mine for a second before slightly backing off and mutter "never" against them as he proceeded to kiss me again.

As I sat next to him in his truck I admired his physique. He really was perfect. His body was so muscular, not so much so that it was a turn off but just enough so that it made him bigger than the average man. The sunlight illuminated his features as we drove down the strip.

"Fucking tourists" He mumbled "Learn how to drive!"

I looked at the car in front of us. "They have Vegas plates though"

"It's a rental, I can tell, I spend a lot of time in them" He looked over at me. "Hey do you like burgers?" he didn't even wait for me to answer he just continued. "I know a great place, best you ever had." Throwing his left directional on as we changed lanes a car behind us laid on the horn in protest of being cut off by him. "Can you wait to eat, or are you hungry now?" He asked ignoring the offending noise.

"I can wait" I said as I jolted forward from a quick stop."That is if we make it there, without crashing." I smirked as I silently said a prayer. It isn't that his driving was horrible but it put me on edge.

He looked at me for a moment. "Are you trying to say I am a bad driver?"

"No, I may have sort of implied you make me nervous though." I said glancing over at him.

"Don't worry, Gorgeous we are going to make it there in one piece." He reached over and gave me a reassuring pat on the leg. "First I want to take you somewhere."

"Where is that?" I asked as we cut over into the right lane with no notice and then back into the left in order to pass the car that was once in front of us. "The police station to fill out a accident report?"

Looking back over at me he furrowed his brow. "Becca, seriously I am not that bad"

"Eyes on the road, Jon" I demanded. "Maybe he should have been a race car driver instead of a wrestler."

"You're as bad as the guys I work with" He stated as he made a sharp right hand turn that jolted me against the armrest. "They always have something to say about my driving, that's why I normally let them drive."

"Alright Jon, You're not so bad, I guess I have drove with worse." I tried to reassure him as we stopped short again and I held on to the door handle for support. Deciding it was best to change the subject, I asked "Where are you taking me anyways?"

He looked over at me once again "It's a surprise, you're just going to have to wait till we get there."

We drove for about another 10 minutes and had what I would call a few more close calls, that he seemed unaffected by until we pulled over into parking lot. As I looked around for a sign as to where we were, Jon was smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning. Then I spotted the sign. My eyes grew wide. "NO, fucking way" My mouth fell open "Are you serious?" He hopped out of the truck slamming the door behind him and sprinted over to my side throwing the door open. "Just, come on it will be fun." He tried to convince me by flashing that million dollar smile. "Trust me."