I reach into Gianna's shirt, and she swats at my hand. "In front of everyone?" She asks shocked.

Ah, she thought I was going to start undressing her. "Just getting the coke, baby girl," I say as I find my buried treasure. I do linger a bit longer than needed, and she definitely notices. "You think any of them are going to notice or care?" I ask referring to my boys.

"I guess not," she replies. "But now my friends are going to think I do drugs."

I laugh. "Gianna, you have done drugs."

This is starting to work her up, and I find it funny. "Well," she starts to stutter. I got her there. "You're such an ass. You know what I mean."

Ah, yes. She's able to do drugs as long as it's in secrecy not infrequently. If no one knows, then is it really happening?

"So, do you want some?" I ask as I pop open the bag.

Her lips purse, and she takes a second to respond. "Yeah, why not." I let out a deep laugh.

"Hypocrite."

"Drug sneaker."

We both take a bump out of her fingernail. She already knows the drill. As it hits my body, it's still not enough, so I take another bump, this time using her pointer finger as my spoon instead of her small pinky nail. I can see some residue still on her nail, so I take her finger into my mouth and suck the remains onto my gums.

She gives me a slightly skeptical look as I close up the bag, but I don't think much more about it as I start to kiss her. I can't see her judgment, which would again be hypocritical as she did it too, when my face is smooshed against hers.

I get a bit too excited and over-energized from the coke invigorating my body, and she ends up reclined on her back as I hold myself over her.

My hands caress her body as I melt onto her more. I find myself being lost in a daze, consumed by her perfect entity. My tongue hits her lips, knocking on her mouth's door to let me in. She obliges, and I can feel my dick hardening as I get to taste her more. Our saliva mixes as we sloppily kiss. My mouth is tingly from gumming the coke, and I love the way she feels inside of my mouth.

Gianna pushes on my shoulder with her hand. I don't want to stop she tastes so good. I bite down on her lip, removing my tongue from her mouth. She pushes on my shoulder again, and my eyes flicker open to find hers already wide open. It makes me start to laugh.

I realize that I'm completely on top of her on this bench. I sit myself up and pull her up to a seated position. Her hair is messy, and she quickly licks her lips. "How far were you going to take that?" She asks as she reaches to take a sip of her drink on the table. I forgot she still isn't used to the bitter after taste in her throat.

I'm nearly immune to it at this point.

"As far as I want."

She gives me the eye, which just makes me want to get right back on top of her and take charge.

"In front of your friends?" She asks, and I look over to Eddie and Kyler. Eddie has one girl under each of his arms, and Kyler is looking especially friendly with one.

I'm not one to get naked in front of them, but I don't think they'd notice. They might notice Gianna screaming my name if I started to fuck her. Probably isn't the brightest idea to do that out in the open. I've just missed her so much.

"I'm just messing with you," I reply, although I'm not even sure how far I would have taken it if she didn't stop me. "We could head out soon. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to resit you."

She bites her lip, and I can't take my eyes off of them. "I'm good to go whenever, but I should tell Robin and Chloe. She goes to text her friends as I adjust my dick. It really wants to get out of these pants and into her. I rub my thumb on her thigh as I wait, impatiently. "They said they're good to stay and get back on their own."

"Let me text the driver. I'm pretty sure they're going to be here for a while longer too," I say as I peer up to Kyler now making out with a girl as the girl on the right of Eddie rubs her hand up his thigh and the one on his left whispers into his ear. The other girls they brought are just enjoying the free drinks and the music.

My driver responds as he starts to pull up and informs me that there are even more paparazzi and fans staked out outside. As I'm wondering how they all knew where we were, I hear Gianna mumble, "Fuck."

"What is it?" I ask, a bit panicked.

She turns her phone towards me and shows me Robin's Instagram story, which is a selfie with us at the table that she must have took as she was heading down to the dance floor. She even tagged me. Anger swells into my throat. Gianna clicks to go back to the story before, and it's of her and Chloe in the limo saying that they're heading to Carmel with me.

Is this girl that fucking stupid that she can't think to not out my location. This is one of the reasons I said to not take photos. I let out a long groan. I'm too faded to deal with this. No wonder paparazzi were already here outside. She lead them right to us.

"Tell your fucking friend to delete her stories," I growl. I'm not trying to be mean to Gianna, but I'm pissed. It takes common sense to know not to post where someone famous is heading.

Anger swells in my head as I think of how she could have captured us doing drugs or the boys having girls all over them. Thankfully, she took the picture before those parts of the night occurred. The tabloids would have had a field day with that evidence.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure she wasn't thinking. She was just so excited," Gianna apologizes.

"You aren't the one who should feel sorry, but watch out for her. I don't know if she's the best for you." The girl is clearly a fan of me. I've been more skeptical of who I surround myself with lately and have been on edge about people's motives.

Gianna seems a bit taken aback. She has to lean in close to my ear to shout over the music that I swear just got louder. "You mean she's not the best for you and your band. You know how hard it was for me to start making friends here. I don't want to lose her." She looks down at her phone. "Look, she said she's sorry and that she'll delete it right away."

I didn't want to start an argument. Now I'm even more angry at this Robin girl for adding these blips into my night.

"Let's just go," I grumble, preparing to face the massive amounts of people outside. Do people really have nothing better to do at 5:00am?

Apparently not, given the chaos that surrounds us as we're ushered into the limo. I keep my arm around Gianna, and we both keep our heads down, trying to make it out of this war zone as quickly as possible.