Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) (6 page)

“Well, hello. You must be the infamous Diesel I keep hearing about,” she states as she takes a seat next to me.

“You’re the infamous one,” I correct. What the in the hell could she have possibly heard about me? “I’m just someone trying to get where you guys are.” Anderson pats me on the shoulder and lets me know that he is going to introduce himself to the rest of our band. Nobody has really ordered food yet because we were waiting for them to show up. We’ve kept the bartender pretty busy though. I’ve barely put a dent in my second gin and tonic.

“Oh. It’s nothing bad. Desiree told us about your band and let us listen to your sound.” She leans closer and picks up my drink. She looks me directly in the eyes—daring me to object. She takes a small sip before taking a bigger one. “
Hmmm.
So good. Gin and tonic?”

“Uh, yeah,” I say without breaking her gaze. I’m caught off guard by her forwardness. She’s already giving me the green light. “So, what did you think?”

“Of what?” she challenges. She knows what I’m asking.

“Of our sound,” I play along.

“We’re touring together, aren’t we?” She winks. “I think you guys complement us perfectly. A perfect blend of perfection.”

“Agreed,” I grin. That means a lot coming from a member of a band that is already so established. We don’t even have recognition yet.

“Make no mistake about it, Diesel,” she adds. “You’re fucking hot as hell. This face and body are going help you guys climb the charts. But your vocals and your band’s sound is what’s going to make you guys rock stars. You have the total package.” I don’t know how to respond to that. I blame it on the lack of current blood flow to my brain, because it’s all at the head of my dick.

“Glad you think so,” I finally manage to get out.

She moves in closer. “Oh, I do. And when all those women are lining up—just hoping for the chance to get a taste of your cock, I’ll enjoy knowing that I have you for the next four months.” I grab my gin from her and take a huge ass gulp. That was bold as fuck. Is she really going to do all the work for me?

“What do you mean you have me for the next four months?”

“I think you know,” she says squeezing my leg under the table. That escalated fast. She is going to have to spell that shit out for me. I’ll let her think she is in control for a few more minutes before I yank that illusion from her.

“I don’t like to assume anything, Ivy. You’ve been so forward up to this point. Don’t play coy now.” I take another swig of my drink. I get a glimpse of Lourdes at the end of the table and her facial expression is telling. She can’t hear the conversation between Ivy and I, but I’m sure our body language says it all. Ivy is damn near in my lap and she isn’t giving a shit who notices.

“That’s one thing I don’t do,
Diesel
,” she insists. “I don’t play games. I see something I want, I take it. I’m calling dibs on this.” She tries to reach for my dick under the table, but I grab her wrist. I have no doubt that she is used to getting her way. She’s gorgeous, has a banging body, and a bank account with several trailing zeros and comas. None of that shit matters to me, though. I arch an eyebrow at her. She has no idea.

“Only one problem with that logic, doll,” I tsk. “This is my dick and I say who can have a taste. I say who and I sure as fuck say when,” I inform her. I shake my head because she fucked any chance of having me tonight. Her assumptions have earned her a lesson that I’m oh so willing to teach. The waiters bring out the food and I realize that everyone has ordered except us. I waved the guy off the first time the he made rounds, but I thought he would be back. Oh well. I’d rather eat left over chicken breast from last night.

“You don’t mean that, Diesel,” Ivy retorts.

“It was nice meeting you, Ivy. I look forward to rocking this tour with you guys.” I’ll just have to show her how serious I am. I give her the same wink she gave me earlier and her mouth drops.
Perfect.
Let that sink in. I rise from my chair and round the table to meet Miles, Mitch, and Jack. We exchange a few words before I tell them all I’m heading back to the bus. Lourdes can’t even look at me. She probably thinks Ivy is on the way out with me. I will give Ivy what she wants if she tones that alpha female shit down. My dominant nature is itching to make her submit. Thing is, she is so far from being a submissive, it’s comical. That’s the beauty of it. Ivy meet my alpha. Say hello to your match. You’ve never come across a man like me. I’m immune to your charms and wicked ass sex appeal. This alter ego of mine is the one that is in full control. I just need to make sure he stays present. I need to get him reacquainted with Lourdes too. Not to make her submit, but to move past my desire for her. My dominant side demands respect, rewards the worthy, and above all, avoids fucking becoming attached.

I see Ivy hasn’t moved from her seat. She’s smirking with her arms folded.
Checkmate.

“
Night, everyone. See you in the morning.” I get the hell out of the restaurant and don’t look back. The bus is parked across the street in a paid lot. It’s plain black so nobody has any idea it’s a tour bus or who’s inside.

Having the bus so close, I could have easily brought Ivy over and made use of that bed back there. Her loss. I heat up what’s left of the chicken from last night and throw together another salad. I need to prep my shit before things get too hectic. Desiree calls me just as I sit down to eat to let me know that we have a photo shoot in the morning before rehearsal. The shoot is for a possible single CD cover, as well as some promo to push the word we’re touring with Reckless Ambition.

I finish the call and resume eating my food before it gets cold. I watch the door for a bit before heading to take a shower. I half expected Ivy to follow. Then again, she was rejected. She isn’t going to make it easy for me now. She wants me to regret my decision and pursue her. Her smirk was so telling. I will make sure I have a few bitches visit my dressing room tomorrow night as an appetizer. I have the stamina to pleasure a plethora of pussy. If she thinks I’ll cave and play her boy toy for the length of this tour, she’ll be waiting.

I’m sure Desiree wouldn’t approve. She issued a warning, but I know what the fuck our contract says. If I decide to give Ivy this dick and she gets salty after it’s over, she can’t back out of our legally binding business agreement. I’m not a follow the rules or do as you’re told kind of guy. I know the reality and consequences of my actions. I do what the fuck I want. I don’t consider fucking Ivy shitting where I 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.”