As much as I want to rip off those pants that hug Gianna in the best way possible along with her plunging v-neck black long sleeve that she has tucked in, I also am pumped to be going out with her. Touring has been a blast so far, but I'm spent after these last few days. It's time to kick back and not have to worry about being anywhere tomorrow.

The limo comes to a stop, and I'm able to make out flashes coming from outside accompanied by shouting. Just when I thought I was off the hook for the rest of the evening, of course the fucking paparazzi show up. I'd say I'm more well known in the states, but that doesn't mean people out here don't know who I am. Or that people in the states aren't paying their sicko photographer friends over here to find me.

I'm glad Gianna plans to use her photography skills for good and not evil. She's so talented; she would be throwing away all of her skills if she sunk to their level. I can't even imagine her trying to harass any one like they do.

Her pictures would be the ones making the front of magazines though. The ones that she took at my first show came out amazing. Not to be cocky, but I know I look good while playing and singing. But she made me look next level.

She captured us at angles that no one else has. Maybe it's just because I felt more comfortable with her. It made me smile looking at pictures of me really enjoying and getting into my craft. Really helps me remember how much I enjoy what I'm doing when I see it from someone else's view.

I know that she isn't keen on taking photos at my events, but she could easily get hired for these sort of shoots. Maybe it's actually for the best, because I wouldn't want her following around some other artist and being all up close and personal. Unless it's a girl singer. That I would allow.

I remove my hand from around Gianna's waist and tip back the rest of my drink, sucking up each remaining drop. My cheeks puff out as I let out a long exhale. I just want to chill in our booth and have a good time with Gianna and the boys. And her new friends. I'm glad she's meeting new people.

I know she was feeling a bit lonely, and she didn't like the idea that all she needs is me in life. While I was joking with her about that, I do get it. It's important to talk to multiple people, even when we both know I'm the best option always.

As I'm about to stand up, I move my hand to my pocket and pull out a bag of coke. Almost forgot about this. "Can you hide this for when we enter. I don't know these guys yet, so they'll probably do the typical pat down and pocket check."

Gianna looks at me confused. "Your pockets are a lot bigger than mine. Where am I supposed to put it?"

"In your bra," I reply causally. I lean in closer to her, "Or your panties. Wherever you want to shove it, and I can help you get it back out later."

She looks around the limo as if saying with her eyes that others would very much notice her shoving something into her pants. "I guess I can put it in my bra. I'm wearing a bodysuit, so that's just too many layers to deal with."

I take a mental note that it's a bodysuit and not just a long sleeve. Good information to have.

Eddie moves towards the door, "Hurry up! Let's get a move on."

Gianna hesitates, staring back and forth between the bag and me. I decide to just do it for her. No need to waste time. I simply move my hand onto her chest while grasping the bag. Her skin in warm, but I can feel goosebumps form as I graze her skin.

Her shirt is low cut, so it's easy to maneuver the coke into her bra. Her skin is warm and just the short touch starts to excite something in my pants.

"It's not obvious is it?" Gianna whispers.

I rub my hand against her boob, even though I don't need to confirmation. I just want to touch her sexy body some more. "Perfectly hidden," I reply before giving her tit a little squeeze. "They won't even touch you there, and if they do they'll be fired before they can even think that they've found anything."

Gianna shifts a bit uncomfortably, and I grab her hand, which visibly calms her. She's such a good little girl doing my dirty deeds.

The boys are used to this type of behavior, and they'll be glad I have this with me. We've been running on this shit the last few days. With how hectic our schedules have been, it's been necessary. I'm not a fan of coffee or energy drinks.

Coke it is.

I kind of forgot Gianna's two friends are here, because they've just been whispering to one another in a corner while drinking. I used to love seeing girls I brought into my limo be overwhelmed and in awe of my lifestyle. Now I have no need to impress anyone else, but I do want to be nice to them for Gianna's benefit.

As long as that Robin girl learns how to listen to directions. I don't need more people seeing what goes on, or she could accidentally get some drugs or us looking off in her pictures. It's common courtesy that she needs to learn.

They both look at Gianna oddly as we move towards the door. They're acting like they've never seen someone sneak coke into a venue before. Did they come from elementary school and not college?

Eddie opens the door, and we're bombarded by screaming photographers. Some aren't even yelling English. That's not helpful at all. Not like I'd want to pay them any attention.

Gianna grips onto my hand, and I have to push on Robin's back to get her to walk in front of me. Eddie goes on her left, and Kyler walks in front of Chloe to help keep the girls in the middle. I'd much rather the paparazzi try something with me instead of the girls, because then I'd get to beat their faces in while they stay safe.

The security for the club makes a path for us and prevents the paparazzi from passing their barricaded off section of the street. The line wraps around the building, and by the looks of how annoyed people are, I can assume they've been waiting for a while. The ones in the back probably won't even get to enter, but these people still wait just for the slight chance.

We don't deal with lines. We're brought up to the front and get wanded with a metal detector and patted down. I watch Gianna gulp as they go over her arms and down her sides. As suspected, they leave her tits alone.

They mainly are just checking for weapons, but lately there's been a lot more crack down on drugs out and about. Some huge dealers got busted recently, and the police have been trying to find out if there's more people connected to the ring. It's going to be more annoying to buy this shit out here, especially since I don't know too many people.

But when there's a will, there's a way.

A promoter leads us up to the second level where only tables are positioned along three of the walls. I've been here once before when I did a Europe tour almost two years ago. Can't say I remember much of what went on in the club. I was faded last time and can't wait to not remember it again this time. It's been a long couple of days.

We're getting here at almost 3:00am, which is prime time for the party goers of Europe. The dance floor that we overlook below is packed. There's so many lasers pointing in all directions that certainly aren't up to regulation in America.

We take our seats, which are vibrating from all of the speakers spread throughout the place. I bet if they turned the bass up anymore, this second floor would collapse.

While the paparazzi outside might be overbearing, the people in Europe tend to just want to have a good time in the club, so hopefully we won't be bothered too much. I don't think I'll be getting up from this seat, so there won't be any crowd worries. We do have a couple security guys on site just in case. My manager insists.

I insist that I can handle myself. Perhaps not against a mob of people, but I wouldn't count me out.

"Sit back and relax," I say to Eddie who is furiously typing away on his phone. He looks up with a sly smile. "Oh, I plan to once those girls I met earlier this week make their way up here."

I pat him on the back. "I like the way you think."

Gianna clears her throat loudly. "You know I meant just for him." I kiss her cheek. "You're more than enough to handle," I joke. She shoves her arm against me but can't hide her smile.

"This is so unreal!" Robin exclaims as she plops down next to Gianna. I kind of forgot about those girls already. I just want to focus on Gianna, but I'll play nice. The music is loud, but somehow Robin is still way louder.

"Freidrich is going to freak when he hears that we were able to get in. He won't shut up about not being able to get in this place," Chloe adds from Robin's other side.

"I bet he wishes he came with now," Gianna says with a smile. I'm glad I'm giving her this experience to bring others to. It's easy to impress people with things like this, while this is just a casual Saturday for me.

But I do remember when I first started easily getting into places like this. I grew to fame quickly, so everything was really thrown at me at once.

"Thank you," I say to the bottle girl who starts pouring us drinks. Kyler grabs for a drink without saying anything. I'm not his mom, so I'm not going to teach him manners, but the dude needs to learn some.

After some drinking and telling the girls about our last few days on the road, Eddie's girls finally arrive. Looks like he's sharing with Kyler, because seven of them showed up. Even I don't think I could handle that many at once. Occasionally, there's such thing as too much pussy at once.

"Do you want to go dance?" Chloe asks, cutting off Robin from asking a million and one questions about band stuff. It's cool that she's interested and is a fan, but I don't want to be using brain power towards anyone but Gianna right now.

Robin grabs onto Gianna's hand, clearly a bit rocky from the additional drinks. "We have to at least for a bit while we're here!"

Gianna looks over at me and I give her a look that she knows means I'm not getting up any time soon. "I'm going to stay up here, but you two go and have fun."

"You both should join us!" Robin says while trying to pull Gianna up. I put my hand on Gianna's thigh to show that she's not going anywhere from me right now.

"Long week. You girls tell me how the dance floor is when you get back," I state flatly. That's enough to get Robin excited at the prospect of getting to tell me something in the future. They head downstairs, we scoot over to the edge of one side of the booth, and the boys and their hoes of the night spread out and make themselves busy on the other half.

Finally, as alone as I can possibly get with my girl.