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is the first to speak up.
    “You remember Xander’s sister Lourdes? Well she had a just a little too much to drink.”
    “A little?” she smirks.
    “Shut it, you whorish bitch. You may have fucked him tonight, but he’s leaving with me so just suck on that, cunt!” I’m caught completely the fuck off guard. I’ve never heard her speak like this, let alone flat out verbally attack someone. The guys look on, stunned, with questions in their eyes of what the hell is going on. Ivy just laughs.
    “Sounds like you’re jealous, Lourdes. I’ll let that jab slide because you’re drunk, but just know that’s the only pass you’ll get.” Lourdes stumbles again, but then gives her the middle finger.
    “Lourdes, stop. Let’s go. Sorry, Ivy.” Lourdes is trying to push away from me, but if she thinks I’m letting her go she’s crazy.
    “Why don’t you get rid of that hassle and join me on my bus? We’re going to the same place. Or—”
    “Not tonight Ivy,” I say, cutting her off and hoping she understands. She pouts, but it’s not happening.
    “That’s right skank. He cock blocks and I pussy block.” Lourdes informs. “My pussy is better than yours…” she sings. Holy shit. I need to get her away from Ivy and fast before she gives everything away.
    “I wouldn’t know,” I roll my eyes to assure Ivy. “Talk tomorrow. I have to get her back to the bus.” Ivy leaves me standing there. Anderson fist bumps me when he passes.
    “Good luck with that, man,” he says before they continue on their way. Lourdes is dragging so I throw her sloppy, drunk ass over my shoulder. I pray she doesn’t say shit on the bus to get us busted. I didn’t see this shit coming.

 
    I cringe at the sunlight in my face. I try to block it with my hand but there is a body snuggled in behind me and I can barely move. It takes me a few moments to realize I’m in the bedroom on the bus and that body is Diesel. What in the ever loving fuck? His arm is wrapped protectively around my waist. For a second, I let myself enjoy the feel of him. But then memories of last night crash these feelings of bliss. He fucked Ivy. I try to pull away from him, but my head protests the sudden movement.
    “Ahhhh,” I cry out. My freaking head is pounding like I’ve been hit by a two by four. This wakes Diesel. The gorgeous fucker lazily wipes the sleep from his eyes. Why does he have to be so beautiful? I can’t even look at him. I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am. I try again, albeit a bit more slowly, to get up.
    “Are you okay?” He looks concerned. My head feels like shit, I have cotton mouth, my stomach feels queasy, and my body hurts. I tell him none of that.
    “I’m fine,” I lie, trying to get away. He pulls me back down next to him and my stomach rolls. I grab my head in desperation to stop the throbbing.
    “Fine, huh? Lay down Lourdes. Let me take care of you, baby.” We both go quiet. He’s the one to spring from the bed this time. I think he realizes his slip up.
    “Just lay here, okay?” He’s still wearing his clothes from last night. “I’ll be right back.” I answer him by pulling the covers back over me. I couldn’t get very far even if I wanted to. He leaves the room and I’m left alone to replay what happened last night. I don’t ever want to drink that much again. What the hell was I thinking? Then I remember the hurt I felt seeing Diesel and Ivy coming out of her dressing room. She was even late for her own performance. I needed to drown those fucking feelings in alcohol. I went straight to the bar to order myself a drink. I don’t even recall how many shots I had. I just wanted to feel numb. Lily didn’t even ask why. She took almost as many as I did.
    From that point on, things are kind of fuzzy but I do remember flirting my ass off with some cute blond guy. I’m sure I made an ass out of myself. God, I don’t even want to know. I need to pee. I will just have to move slowly. I pull the covers back.