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him a lesson alright. You
nearly broke his nose.” He blurts his tone dripping in
resentment.
    “But I didn’t, did I?”
    “No you didn’t but I am sure it’s going to
swollen and black and blue. We have another show in two days in
Tucson I just hope it looks better by then.”
    “And what if it doesn’t? Does it matter that
much? Women are still going to throw themselves at his feet. The
damage to his nose might make him hotter. Women like to nurse men
back to health” I state rather bluntly rolling my eyes.
    “No it doesn’t that much. But you don’t know
him Em and what’s gone on in his life that makes him the dick he
is. If I were you I’d lay off.” His tone softens. Finally.
    “I didn’t ask to be treated badly Stacy and I
didn’t start it. He did.” I point my finger to the back of the bus
where I know his room is located. “I am sorry he has been through
some shit. I can’t change that. Everyone has baggage. But just
because he’s been hurt doesn’t mean he has a right to treat me that
way.”
    “I never said it did.” He shrugs with a sigh.
“All I am saying is if you plan on sticking around that you try to
be a little more understanding. Johnathan is the way he is because
of a lot of shit he’s been through and because he’s a rock god just
amplifies it.”
    “Okay I will try to be nicer. I am sorry. I
shouldn’t have punched him.”
    “Don’t tell me that Em, tell him.” He says
pointing to the same place I did.
     
    I dismiss myself from my pissed off but very
handsome best friend and go back into the bus to dress for bed. I
step three feet into the living room and moans fill the air. Two
men’s and a couple women’s. Welcome to the world of living with
rock stars.
    I find my bunk and pull out my bag. I pray I
don’t see any body parts. I know there are women in those bunks and
that’s where all the sex is coming from because I don’t hear any
noise coming from Johnathan’s room. So I stop by the bathroom and
take off my bra and slip into a pair of flower boxers and a baggy
orange t-shirt.
    I tuck my clothes back into the suitcase I
have left sitting on the dining table by the kitchen and decide now
is as good as time as ever to tell Johnathan I shouldn’t have
socked him in the face. But do I want to? No. But I am only doing
it because it will make Stacy happy.
    I walk over to his closed bedroom door. It
has a mirror on the back. So when I knock I can see myself
knocking. Kind of creepy I lightly knock three times.
    “Hey what are you doing?” I turn around and
see Keith is talking to me.
    “I told Stacy I would apologize for punching
Johnathan.” I shrug.
    “Ok.” He whispers and the sex moans get
louder.
    I’m fairly certain I hear a woman orgasm and
I hear who I am sure is Duncan saying “Oh yeah baby take it all.”
And she says post orgasm. “God, you’re so hot and so big.” I cover
my mouth holding back a giggle and I look up at Keith and he’s
doing the same. But when I gaze down, Keith has a boner a rather
big one attempting to break free of his jeans. He notices I am
looking and shoots me a sly smile before cupping his package so I
can’t stare anymore. What a shame. Okay not really. I haven’t seen
many cocks, so each one I do see is rather interesting. If that’s
the proper word to use. Shit I have no clue.
    I rotate back around and Johnathan is
standing in the doorway behind me, hands gripping the top of the
door frame. I didn’t hear him open the door. Well with the moans I
am sure I couldn’t. Jesus his nose is all bandaged up and he’s
wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. His entire torso
is ripped and the V at his hips is swoon worthy. I can’t help
myself from staring. Most of his chest and part of his stomach is
covered in more tattoos. Yep, even though he’s a jerk he’s still
hot.
    “What do you want Emily? Are you here to
gloat?” Johnathan asks. His voice is hoarse and deeper than I
remember.
    “No, can I come in