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sleep now because technically she is not sleeping on this bus. We’ll see if she smartens up and realizes it’s my game to play, therefore my rules to make.

     
    It’s time to go back to the bus. We all stayed and closed the restaurant down with food, laughter, and just getting to know each other. Well, all except Diesel and Ivy. Diesel left first and then Ivy left maybe twenty minutes after he did. I faked a smile the rest of the night. I knew this was coming. I knew Diesel was going to be getting plenty of ass. I just didn’t expect it to be before his first concert and with his fellow tour member. I’m sure everyone else came up with same conclusion about what the two were up to, but they didn’t pay it any mind.
    “What are you so deep in thought about, girl?” Lily joins me as we walk across the street. The guys are still deep in conversation.
    “Nothing really. Just missing my friend Brooke. I really do need to call her,” I lie. “I’m shocked no paps or crazy fans were out tonight hounding these guys,” I say to change the subject.
    “I was actually wondering the same thing, so I asked Xander about it at dinner,” she confesses. “He says that the restaurant has an exclusive guest list and a long as hell waiting list to get a table. In other words, people with lots of money eat here. People with an exorbitant amount of money are not going to go all fangirl over some rock stars.”
    “True,” I nod.
    “The paps have to stay a certain distance away because the restaurant has some sort of no trespassing ordinance and can actually sue them if they violate it—kind of like a members only club. Because of that, they get a lot of celebrities here. Celebrities know they’ll get a hassle-free dining experience. It’s the reason they picked this place for their first meet.”
    “Pretty clever. You’d think more businesses would do the same thing.”
    “Yeah, but it takes a lot of money, and probably rubbing of palms, to pull this type of privacy off.” Lily chuckles.
    “Isn’t the saying greasing the palms?” We look at each other and fall into a fit of laughter. Lily is great. She isn’t Brooke, but I‘m thankful she’s here with me. She helped get my mind off Diesel and what he’s doing on that bus with Ivy.
    We’re standing outside our bus now, but the guys don’t make an effort to carry this meet and greet onto the bus. We’re only out here for about ten minutes before a white stretch limo pulls up. So I guess they were just waiting on their ride.
    Oddly, Ivy doesn’t come out to leave with them. I’m guessing she’s staying the night on our bus. Here we go. I suck in a deep breath and board the bus with Lily and the guys. I wasn’t supposed to feel whatever this is. My heart is racing. The reality of it all is overwhelming right now. I just need to get out of this ridiculous dress, shower, and go to sleep. I don’t want to think about any of it. I don’t want to feel this way. He’s. Not. Mine. I excuse myself from the group by saying that I’m tired and going to call it a night. I use the shower at the front of the bus because there is no way in hell I’m going through that bedroom. My shower is the quickest one yet. I make it to my bunk in under twenty minutes. Thankfully exhaustion takes pity on me and pulls me under so my mind doesn’t have time to linger on shit I shouldn’t be thinking about—or worse yet, hear them fucking.

     
    “Morning, dip shits,” I say as I stroll through to the kitchen. Everyone is up and in our little living area, except Lourdes. Lily peers over her gossip magazine to give me the finger. I’m starting to like this girl more and more. She has a little sass to her. She came off as meek, at best, in the beginning. I guess she just had to get comfortable with us.
    “We already had breakfast, your royal dip shit.” She grins. “We saved some for you.”
    “Aye. Where is it?” I look around the stove, but don’t see it. Why can’t I smell