“Evan,” I whisper, pushing his body off of me. “Evan, wake up it’s your phone.”
Evan moans as the loud ringing of his phone fills the suite. We didn’t get back to our suite until the early morning; I remember the sun was rising as we entered the hotel. Looking at the clock, that was about 4 hours ago. The ringing continues, and now there is knocking at the door. I jump out of bed pulling on the fluffy white robe over my naked body as I head towards the door.
“Ness,” I say, a little shocked to see her standing there.
“Hey, Evan’s not picking up his phone.”
“Yeah, I know the stupid thing won’t shut up this morning.” I motion for her to come into the room. Walking into our suite she starts pacing, pulling the door to the bedroom shut so we don’t wake Evan.
“Look at this,” she says, handing me her phone. That’s when I see it, in bold letters.
‘Evan’s Roman Holiday’ is painted across the top of an article where grainy pictures of Evan and I kissing and laughing as we explore Rome sit underneath it. Fuck, someone followed us. Handing it back to Vanessa, I cringe. “Shit, I thought we were alone. I never saw anyone. How the fuck did they find us?”
Vanessa shrugs, “Those miserable fucks have far reaching tentacles, you never know who is on their pay roll.”
Last night was special, it was supposed to be just between Evan and me and now, now it’s splashed all over the gossip sites. “Fuck, is it bad?”
Vanessa just laughs, “Sweetie, no, it’s a big difference to the scandals I’m used to the boys pulling on me.”
“Shit, what are we going to do?”
“What are we going to do about what?” Evan’s serious voice surprises me from behind. I turn to see he is scratching his naked chest with his hand, dressed in some grey sweatpants.
“Your little tour of Rome was caught by a paparazzo last night.” Vanessa tells him.
“Fuck, really?”
She nods and hands him her phone.
Evan flicks through the photos and smiles. “We looked like we were having fun,” he states, handing the phone back to Vanessa.
“That’s all you have to say about this. Why are you not freaking out? Because I am freaking.”
Evan chuckles, “I’m used to the intrusions. Am I pissed they found us? Yeah, I am but eventually they would have found out.”
“Want me to send out a press release letting them know you two are dating? That you request your privacy and that you are upset that your private moments were interrupted.”
Evan nodded in agreement.
Vanessa gets right to work and starts tapping into her phone.
“So what, that’s it? You and I are out and proud now as a couple.”
“Yeah is that a problem?”
Why am I the only one freaking out about this?
“The attention is going to be crazy Si, you’re the woman who has taken Evan Wyld off the market,” Vanessa adds.
Running my hands through my hair, I don’t think I’m ready for this, collapsing onto the couch I feel a little shell shocked.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” Evan looks at me with concern.
“It’s just …” I didn’t know how to respond, or what to even think. It all seems to be happening a little fast.
“Si, I promise it’s not going to be anything like what happened with Beau. I promise okay.” Vanessa says, squeezing my shoulder.
Those months of being hounded by the paparazzi after my break up with Beau were horrible. The things they did just to get a reaction out of me were uncalled for. The hurtful slurs they threw my way to get a photo of me crying were too much for me to handle at the time, and now I am dating a world famous rock star. What more are they capable of?
“Sienna, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you, okay sweetheart,” Evan comforts me, his lips kissing my forehead. “You and me, okay? You and me,” he continues, cupping my cheeks as he gently kisses my lips.
***
Leaving the boys behind at the hotel, Evan’s exhausted from our late night touring, he needed rest as he had another show to perform tonight. The girls and I decided another round of retail therapy was needed so I could forget about what was going on in the media. Yesterday I was able to walk out the front of the hotel without a single annoyance. Now there were paparazzi everywhere taking my photo. Sammy was there trying to shield me as we jumped into our limousine.
“Okay, now that is crazy,” I say, trying to catch my breath as Isla pops a bottle of champagne. I am definitely going to need some liquid courage to steady my nerves.
“The photos were pretty hot,” Derrick chimes in.
I shoot him a stare in annoyance.
“What? Oh come on Si, you two looked like a couple of sexy lovebirds. It was romantic and deliciously sexy too. Own it girl,” he proclaims, while offering me a glass of champagne which I drink all too quickly.
“Don’t be too hard on him Si. Evan told me that your shopping trip is on him today to make up for it.” Charlotte states.
I look at her, blinking in disblief. “No way, I can buy my own things.”
“Sorry no can do. He knew you would say that and he told me that you had no choice,” she says, shrugging and shaking her head at me like it was a done deal.
Pulling out my phone, I send Evan a text.
Sienna: You don’t need to buy me things, Evan.
Evan: I know, but I want to.
Sienna: Thank you but it’s too much and it doesn’t feel right.
Evan: Seriously, most women would jump at an all-expenses paid shopping trip.
Sienna: Yeah, probably but that’s not me, I can afford my own things.
Evan: Fine you can buy your own things but I am just going to get Charlotte to buy you stuff.
This man is seriously frustrating.
Sienna: Fine you win.
Evan: That’s my girl. Now have fun, I have to get my beauty rest.
Throwing my phone back into my bag, I start to laugh.
***
Opening the door to the boys’ dressing room, I stop in my tracks as I see a gorgeous Italian woman interviewing Evan. Her large breasts are pressed hard against his arm, her chocolate eyes looking at Evan like she is going to devour him. She’s flirting with him, her false eyelashes are fluttering at an alarming rate and she keeps touching his arm. The sound of the door opening catches Evan’s attention and the smile I get from him makes everything else I see melt away.
I can tell from Evan’s blue eyes that he appreciates what I am wearing. Most of the girls try so hard with the short skirts that leave nothing to the imagination. They don’t know you can still look sexy and not have everything flashing; maybe someone needed to tell the Italian interviewer that. Tonight I went for a classic Dior tuxedo suit that hugged my curves perfectly, the plunging neckline showed off my cleavage. As much as I would love to go braless my breasts need that extra lift, so I indulged in more Agent Provocateur lingerie. That was all I allowed Evan to buy for me. Underneath my jacket, you can see the start of my black lace bra.
“Thank you that will be all,” Evan says to the interviewer dismissing her.
Turning to me, he tries for a compliment, “Sienna, you look … fuck, you’ve just made my dick hard.”
My cheeks flush instantly. “Ssshhh, people can hear you.”
Ignoring me, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I don’t care. People need to know you are mine,” he continues, his hands roaming over the satin of my suit.
My eyes look over to where the Italian interviewer is now packing up; she is most definitely sending daggers my way.
“Pretty sure it’s the other way around. People need to know you’re mine; your interviewer was pretty much dry humping your leg.”
Evan bursts out laughing. “You sound jealous, sweetheart.”
I roll my eyes at him.
He takes my chin, holds me in place and says, “I didn’t even notice her. She can try but you have to remember, you have ruined me for all other women.” Then his lips capture mine in a soft, sensual kiss. We finally come up for air when we hear a throat being cleared.
“Thank you for the interview, Evan, I think our readers will enjoy it.” The Italian beauty says.
Evan is still holding me around the waist.
“Hope you enjoy the concert.” I add.
Ignoring me, she smiles at Evan. I notice the subtle way she pushes her tits out hoping to get his attention, but when Evan turns to me and whispers something dirty in my ear, she gets the message and leaves with her camera man. Finally, we are alone in the room. Evan locks the door.
“Now, sweetheart, let me see what’s hidden underneath your suit. You have been teasing me with every movement. I get a glimpse of your luscious tits and black lace; you know I am a sucker for lace.”
I giggle as I unbutton my jacket letting it fall to the floor.
Evan groans as he takes in my black lace bra, his fingers brush my nipples through the lace.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”
I moan loudly as he rubs my nipple with his fingers.
I’m startled by the hard knock at the door.
“Stop banging your chick, we have a fucking concert,” Christian hollers, making me laugh.
I can see from Evan’s expression that Christian has pissed him off.
I distract him by moving in closer to him, running my hand down his t-shirt covered chest until I reach his denim clad cock giving it a squeeze.
“I’ll be waiting for you backstage, ready to undress you. Now go out there and rock the shit out of this place.” I say, slapping his ass and making him chuckle.