Suddenly Dirty(66)

“I want you to come back to LA. I’m not ready to let you go when the tour is over.”

I bite my lip nervously because I feel the same way.





“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.#p#分页标题#e#

“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.