Mia thought that meeting for brunch would be a great idea, but the photo Dimitri posted of me became wildly popular. So much that I discovered I had a fan following. And with a fan following meant fan pages.

I brought it to Tasha, and she didn't seem all that surprised, saying that she expected it because of how well we worked, and the chemistry we had. A video had been posted by a high number follower of Dimitri of recording Dimitri at the table during the album release with the caption: Goals. Be like Rose.

When I looked at my facial expression, I realized that I was belting out the words to Take Me to Church, with a large smile on my face while I recorded. I guess it showed something about me that I didn't realize.

But brunch meant someone was going to recognize me. And when I arrived first, the hostess recognized me and appeared a little giddy, stumbling over her words as she brought me to the table. I smiled at her when I sat down and prayed that she wasn't going to tweet or tell her friends I was here. I just wanted to have brunch with my friends.

I was a little early and smiled at our waitress when she came over. Again, I could tell she recognized me but was more calm than the hostess.

"Good morning, I'm Julie. Can I get you anything while you wait?" she asked with a smile.

"Can I get three mimosa and three coffees?" I asked. She nodded and walked away, leaving me alone at the table and I let out a deep breath. Three days and my social status changed in a way I wasn't prepared for. I was hyper-aware of everyone around me, and there was a man that I had seen all day, from the moment I left my apartment to the moment I pulled into the parking lot here. Once I was settled, I noticed him sitting down at a table a little bit away.

I shifted anxiously in my seat and picked up my phone. I was torn, do I call Dimitri or do I call Tasha? Dimitri and I hadn't really spoken much in the last few days. I wasn't sure if it was just the natural silence break or if we were both subconsciously avoiding each other.

I decided to try Tasha and bit my thumbnail as I listen to the dial tone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tash. Um, I think we have a problem."

"Oh? What's wrong?" she asked, shushing someone in the background.

"I think I'm being followed," I said, taking a drink of my mimosa when I was set on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"There's this guy. I've seen him all day, like since the minute I left my apartment and he just sat down at a table near me," I whispered. Tasha was silent for a minute before she was talking to someone on her end, her hand covering the mouthpiece.

"What does he look like?" she asked.

I took a quick glance. "Tall, big, bald. White and he's got a big catholic looking cross tattooed on his right forearm," I explained. There was talking on Tasha's side and I watched the man I was describing picking up his phone, typing something and then setting it back down.

"Take a breath, Rose. It's Rufus. He's part of our tour security. While they're not on active duty right now, they usually start tailing Dimitri after an album release. It looks like Rufus decided you needed some extra eyes, and communication was missed between me and the security company. He's okay. He's just making sure you get to and from home okay, and that you aren't bothered too much. He won't approach unless necessary," Tasha reassured, "I'm sorry. If I knew that he was going to tail you, I would have warned you."

I let out a breath and saw Mia and Lissa heading towards me.

"It's okay. Thank you for checking," I whispered.

"You call me if you need me, okay?"

I nodded and then responded verbally, hanging up the phone. I smiled at the girls and stood up to hug both of them before getting comfortable in my chair. I glanced down when my phone pinged and there was a text from an unknown number.

Didn't mean to startle you. I thought you already knew. -Rufus.

I looked up from the phone and threw a soft smile in Rufus's direction.

"Can I just say, holy crap, that photo!" Mia squealed, already fixing her coffee to her liking.

"I've been hearing that a lot," I muttered, and Lissa smiled, resting her hand on mine.

"How did the party go?"

"It went really well, but we left and went to an after-party at Dimitri's best friend's house. That, I don't remember," I explained and rubbed the back of my neck.

"You don't remember?" Mia asked.

I bit my lip. "Me and Dimitri don't remember his taking the pictures."

Lissa's lips pressed into a thin line and she took a moment to take a sip of both her drinks before responding.

"Neither of you remember. Any of it?"

I shook my head. "No. we found out about the video the next morning after we both woke up in bed together," I said quietly. My words caught Mia off guard, and she choked on her mimosa, coughing and covering her mouth with the napkin. Mia was also privy to knowing that this was a job.

"You two slept together?" she hissed quietly, ducking her head towards me so we weren't heard.

I nodded and took a long drink of my mimosa, almost draining it completely. Lissa looked at me sympathetically and squeezed my hand.

"Are you okay with that?"

I shrugged. "Neither of us remembers, aside from the physical after effects. Dimitri was pretty upset, thinking he upset me, but I told him I wasn't angry."

"That sucks. Having sex with a guy like him and not even remembering," Mia said with a sigh.

I snorted. "Well, I was definitely sore," I said. Mia's eyes widened and she latched onto the information.

"How long?"

"Like two days. I was a little wobbly when I got out of bed. And I have so many hickeys it's ridiculous," I said with a shake of my head, picking up my phone and opening my photo gallery. I found many when I had a shower when I got back to my apartment. I had taken a picture of the one on my hip and sent it to Dimitri, jokingly telling him I was changing his name in my phone to vacuum.

Mia went through the photos, gasping quietly as she looked at the destruction that was left behind before her eyes widened.

"Um. Did you look through your photos after that night?" Mia asked. I knitted my brows together and took my phone back, balking at the photo I took of Dimitri. But seeing the photo, I had a glimpse of my memory come back. He was laid back in bed, the twisted sheets just covering him, but he had his arm bent behind his head, a glass of something in his hand. From the colour, it looked like champagne.

"No, apparently I didn't," I said with a chuckle and quickly put my phone down when our waitress came back to take our orders. The three of us looked at each other and asked for another moment, each of us picking up our menus, and skimming them. I decided on the old Scottish breakfast, while Mia and Lissa went with something different.

After the waitress came back and took our orders, the two of them started to laugh.

"Only you would be drunk enough to not remember having sex with a pop star," Lissa snickered quietly but something caught her attention by the door. A woman had walked in and I recognized her immediately and groaned quietly.

"What?" Mia asked.

"Greta," I whispered and straightened up when I noticed her noticing me. She changed course and walked towards our table. Lissa shifted in her seat and my eyes moved to Rufus. He was watching Greta too, moving his cha back enough to be ready to stand up.

"Greta who?" Mia asked but stopped talking as soon as Greta stopped in front of our table.

"Rose, how lovely to see you," she said. I smiled at her, but it was forced.

"Greta," I said with a nod of my head. Lissa and Mia looked at each other while I looked at Rufus. He looked like he was going to stand up, but I raised my hand from my lap, letting him know I was fine.

"I heard that the album launch was a success," she said, moving her sunglasses up onto her head.

"It was," I said, "Is there something you need? I'm having brunch with my friends."

Greta appraised me for a moment, and I saw Mia bristle in her seat. We all liked to joke that becoming a mother turned her into a hormonal monster, but I could see the need to step in was rising.

"Mia," I said quietly, looking at her softly. Mia looked at me and leaned back in her lap, crossing her arms over her stomach. Mia and I weren't always friends, at one point, we were frenemies. We ran in similar social groups, and I evidentially broke her nose shortly after the Dragomirs died. She had approached me, not to start her usual bullshit, but to show her sympathy and offer some support in the way of inviting me over for dinner. I hadn't even let her speak before I punched her.

After that, it was like water under the bridge. We were thick as thieves after that. Mia joked that she got to have the nose job her parents told her they wouldn't let her get.

"No, but enjoy your popularity while you can. Dimitri doesn't stay with anyone long," Greta said and started to walk away.

"Not with people who are soul-sucking barnacles," I muttered, but she must have heard me. Mia giggled quietly but stifled it when Greta turned back to me.

"What was that?"

"I don't want anything out of him. He's my best friend, and all I want for him is to succeed. You and I are not the same, so please don't compare us. Dimitri cut things off with you because you used him."

She scoffed a laugh. "Is that what he told you?"

"No, that's what Tasha told me, long before I ever knew who she worked for. So I already knew about you before I met Dimitri, and God forbid I ever put him through a fraction of what you did to him. Now, please leave, I'd like to enjoy my morning with my friends, and I'm sure that you have your own people waiting for you," I retorted, noticing our waitress walking briskly towards us.

"Ms. Lyle," our waitress said, "You know that you are not welcome in our establishment. I'm going ask you to leave."

Greta looked annoyed at being kicked out but turned on her heels, snapping her fingers at someone and a few people at a table in the corner stood up, following her out of the building. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee.

"My apologies," our waitress said but I shook my head.

"It's fine. Nothing that you did. I take it she's not well-liked here?"

Our waitress hummed humourlessly. "The last time she was here, she through a wine glass at me."

I shook my head. "And I thought the things Tasha told me about her were bad," I mumbled, "Thank you for stepping in."

Our waitress nodded and left, heading to the manager standing near the door and speaking to him. I looked at my friends again and shook my head.

"Entertainment with our meal," I joked and Mia looked at me with sympathy.

"I applaud you for not punching her in the face," Mia said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at her and sat back when someone came to our table with our food.

I packed up the last of my boxes and sighed. I had managed to find a new apartment and I was excited, but sad to leave. I had gotten close with Judie, but she was happy I found a better apartment, she also felt less guilty about keeping me up some nights.

The new apartment was much nicer, and in a more secure apartment complex. It was closer to downtown, and only a ten-minute walk from Lissa's house and a five-minute walk to Dimitri's. I sighed quietly and rubbed my hand over my forehead. Tasha offered to help me move all the boxes to my new place, and I was just waiting for her to get here.

The new landlord was much nicer than the one I currently had, and promised that she wouldn't disclose who I was and said she would keep my identity safe. My new place was bigger and surprisingly not much more in rent, which was more obtainable now. I was able to put away a lot into savings, and I was starting to get used to some of the perks of my new job.

Maria had turned into a great ally. In the beginning, I wasn't sure, but she was good. She managed to convince a lot of the people who loaned me clothes to let me keep them, stating that I was more likely to wear them on a frequent basis, and with my increasing popularity, it would work in their favour.

I pulled myself from my musing when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and smiled at Tasha, spotting Ivan and Dimitri in her wake.

"I figured we would need some muscle to lift that behemoth of a couch," Tasha laughed as they walked in.

"It's not that bad," I said with a smirk, "Me and Christian managed last time."

Tasha rolled her eyes. "Yes, with the help of the building manager while Christian whined like a little bitch," she said as she appraised the number of boxes.

"I think two trips would be enough," she said, "If we take the big stuff first and pack the little stuff into my car, we'd be good."

"Great," I said with a smile, starting to pick up some of the boxes. We trekked up and down the stairs, loading the boxes into Tasha's car. Ivan and Dimitri loaded my bed and the couch into Ivan's truck, while some of the smaller things went into the backseat.

On the first drive over, Tasha didn't make much conversation, but on the second trip, she broke the silence.

"Dimitri told me what happened," Tasha said when we stopped at a red light.

I pursed my lips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You two doing okay?"

I shrugged. "We haven't really talked a whole lot since, mostly because I've been busy with packing and he's had some interviews locally."

"Do you think that this is going to cause issues? I'm asking as your friend, not your employer," she asked, looking at me with knitted brows.

I shook my head. "No, I think we both need to get over the shock of it. I just wish I remembered it; you know. I don't like not remembering things. It reminds me too much of the accident."

Tasha nodded slowly. "Dimitri was a little worried about you but didn't want to bring it up in case it bothered you," she said, "I think he likes you a little bit. More than a friend."

I shook my head slowly. "I think he feels guilty," I said quietly. Tasha clicked her tongue and cleared her throat.

"Maybe, but I think that there is something there. And I know that there is something there for you too. I can see it."

I smiled at her and all but jumped out of the car when she pulled into the underground parking.

"Maybe," I said, opening the back of her car and started taking boxes out. Tasha sighed and frowned but let the conversation go, taking some boxes out too. Dimitri and Ivan pulled in behind us and got out, taking some boxes out of the truck.

"I brought food!" Ivan declared, pulling a party pizza out of the back and a bag with take-out boxes. I smiled at him and led them back up the stairs to my place on the top floor, fishing my key out of my pocket and opening it.

The boxes littered the main room, but I had thankfully labelled each one with where it goes. Tasha excused herself and ran back down to the underground parking, saying she'd be back while we put the right boxes into the right room.

The apartment was nice and open, with a large window in what would be the living/dining room. It had a skylight too in the kitchen. The kitchen itself wasn't huge, but that was fine with me. My room was a good size too, my bed didn't need to be pushed up against the wall. But I knew that the frame wasn't going to last long.

Tasha came back into my apartment with a grunt, banging the door against the stopper.

"Oops!" she exclaimed and checked to make sure there was no damage. She had a large box with her.

"What is that?"

"Uh… a housewarming gift," she said as she flicked her hair out of her face.

"And that is?"

"A new bed frame," she said with a grin, "I don't think the one you have is going to go back together. Besides, this one is metal and matches all your stuff."

I shook my head at her and she snapped her fingers at the guys.

"Why is she the only one working? Your muscles are not just for show," she said with a raise of her brow. Ivan was about to bite into a slice of pizza and glanced at Dimitri.

"I'm starving!" he said and I laughed.

"We eat now, finish after," I said, going to the box and pulling out a slice for myself. I sat on the floor, leaning against the rolled-up rug and crossed my ankles. Tasha sat beside me and the guys got comfortable too, setting the pizza on the floor between us.

"You've got a decent view," Ivan commented as he fished a potato wedge out of the take-out box.

"I know, I can't wait to see what it looks like in the fall," I said with a smile. There were many trees outside, edging the park that was across from my apartment.

"And the security is better than the last place?" Dimitri asked with a furrowed brow.

"Much better," I assured him with a small smile.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that, especially with you two leaving for interviews in two weeks in New York," Tasha said with a smile.

Oh yes. I forgot about the interviews in New York. We were going to be there for two weeks, between interviews, events and a photoshoot Dimitri needed to be at. I just wanted to see the Empire State Building, and Dimitri had already secured tickets to two Broadway shows. Moulin Rouge and Sweeney Todd.

I sighed as I tossed the instructions on the floor, shaking my head as I looked back at the pieces of my bed. It was harder to put together than I realized.

I glanced up at Dimitri as he set a cider bottle on the nightstand and then sat down across from me, picking up the instructions. He pursed his lips as he looked at them before picking up two pieces and slotting them together.

"This is so much more difficult than the last one," I grumbled and reached for the cider on the table.

"We'll figure it out. I won't let you sleep on the floor," Dimitri mused and reached for the screwdriver and bolt. I smiled softly to myself and took a sip of my cider.

"Thanks for sticking around to help with the last bit of this," I thanked him quietly. He smiled at me and seemed to have an easier time butting the bed frame together than I did. I sat back and watched, smiling to myself as the music played on the radio.

"This is a nice little place you got here. A lot safer too," Dimitri said as he stood up, ready to put the parts together for the base. I stood up and helped him, nodding as I held the piece in place for him to screw them together.

Once we got the frame put together and upright, Dimitri and I lifted the mattress and box spring onto it. I put the sheets and duvet back on and laid down on it with a sigh, folding my arms behind my head.

"Look at that, no squeaking," Dimitri chirped. My previous frame squeaked horribly no matter what I did.

I grinned at him and he laid beside me with a grunt.

"This is comfy," he said quietly.

"Of course it is. I dipped into the last of my settlement money for this mattress," I chuckled, "I don't cheap out when it comes to a good mattress for my back."

Dimitri smiled and looked at me with a soft look.

"We're okay, right? After what happened?"

I took an arm out from behind my hand and reached for his hand, squeezing it gently.

"We're okay," I said softly, "We're more than okay."

Dimitri nodded and squeezed my hand, lifting it to kiss the back of it. It didn't come across as romantic, but more reassuring and comforting. I laced my fingers with his and rolled onto my side.

"Are you nervous about the interviews?"

Dimitri shook his head. "No, I'm more nervous about the tour. I've never brought someone on tour before, not even Greta. I'm more nervous about you and your safety. It's going to be a whole new world to you."

I smiled at him.

"I think I'll be okay. Besides, I'm essentially going to be the best and biggest groupie you've ever had," I said with a grin, making him laugh. He leaned forwards and pressed a quick, soft kiss against my lips.

"The prettiest and smartest groupie I've ever had," Dimitri chuckled with a smile.

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