That evening wasn't bad...It was a nightmare. Every hour, my patience for Sheridan decreased. I showed him all the most important places in Rome, including the Colosseum, the Pantheon and the Trevi fountain. If only it was showing these places and told it would not have been as bad. But no, it was not. Everywhere we went, there were thousands of people, as it was tourist season, so it was understandable.

However, this annoying person whom I was forced to walk around with in the heat, in addition to being hellishly tired, behaved like a Casanova. Yes exactly. He was incognito but everywhere we went, he was chatting with beautiful girls he encountered on the way. He had a different hair color, nose sunglasses on his nose, and faked a Scottish accent so no one would recognize him. I wasn't surprised. Because what girl would suspect that this strange guy in the city center among the crowds was a pop star in camouflage? Every girl Sheridan approached and flirted with was beautiful. It didn't matter whether she was an Italian, Briton, an Asian or a Muslim. Not even the hijab was an obstacle for him. All were undeniably beautiful, with a perfect figure and face as though taken from the cover of the magazine.

He flirts with others. So what? I had nothing against it. I realized that I wasn't a typical beauty. After long workouts and exercise, I had muscles in my legs, arms or back. But most importantly, I didn't want to flirt with this idiot. It was the last thing I wanted. Because of these above reasons, I do not really mind that he flirted with someone. But, damn it, not when I started to talk about the history of Rome or the place where we were. He usually interrupted me or ignored me. But that wasn't the best part. Sheridan spoke English and French, and when he went to an Italian woman who knew neither English or French I had to translate. .. Yes, exactly, hell yes! I stood next to Sheridan and his newfound friend and I translated even more spicy sentences.

We moved on to a different place, and I had just enough time to say a few sentences before he found a new "victim". He didn't need much time. Maybe he had some radar for potential models. Then I struggled in the heat of the sun and waited until Sheridan got tired of his new victim, which usually lasted about half an hour. Then they exchanged numbers, he promised to call her, which of course he never did. He threw away the number as soon as we walked away. Sometimes I had a chance to find a bench and sit down for a moment.

And so on until late evening around 10 p.m, when I was still walking around with him. I was tired as hell. My feet were in pain and every step made me even more miserable. Fortunately, I had used the sunscreen so that I wouldn't end up with sun burns too. My belly rumbled for three hours after only eating a cereal bar I had taken from the hotel. I finished off my water earlier, and I had to buy another bottle, which wasn't surprising in such heat. I felt as if the whole the time, from the time the sun went down, the temperature oscillated between 40 degrees. When the sun went down the temperature dropped to 28, but it was awfully stuffy. I wasn't accustomed to such a climate.

I sat on a bench in the square of Campo de 'Fiori and muttered silent curses at Sheridan. He was standing a few meters away from me and said something to the small, pretty blond Australian. He talked to her for a good forty minutes. The clock on the tower showed 10 p.m.

The square was surrounded by picturesque houses and palaces, where a backdrop of colorful stalls with fruit, beautiful flowers and fresh fish. In the distance, I saw a group of men sharpening knives. All vendors loudly praised their merchandise and encouraged people to check out their stands. I pulled my phone and headphones out of my bag. I had several missed calls from Lena and Kathy. Kathy sent me several text messages inquiring where I was and how my date with Sheridan was. She wrote that I was probably enjoying it since I'd been gone from the hotel so long. I rolled my eyes and I put on the headphones. I wasn't going to write back because I would probably end up replying that she was frivolous. I turned on a music playlist, and the first song that came on was Bon Jovi's 'You give love a bad name'. It was a nice change to listen to good old rock music instead of pop. Sheridan was a good singer. He had musical talent. I couldn't deny that, but listening to his songs all day long made me sick. My foot involuntarily began to move to the rhythm of a song. I began quietly humming the chorus with John Bon Jovi when suddenly someone ripped out my earphones. At first, I thought it was a pickpocket. There are so many of them in Rome.

"Leave me alone! Damn it!" I growled grabbing his arm.

"What are you doing, Innocenti?! It's only me, calm down!

Hearing this, I raised my head and looked at Sheridan standing next to me with my earphones in his hand.

I narrowed my eyes angrily.

"Give them back to me. They're mine." I muttered, relaxing as I let go of his hand.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at my phone, completely ignoring my words.

"What are you listening to?"

"None of your business." I told him, getting more irritated.

I was starving. I was wet from sweating in the heat. My T-shirt clung to my skin. I wanted a drink of water, as I had recently finished my last bottle of water and I was forced to buy another one. My legs ached after training and I was sure that this night would be no vacation.

I didn't have the strength to wrangle him.

Sheridan took my phone out of my hand, and acted as if nothing was wrong as he began to browse through it.

I gritted his teeth and got up from the bench ready to pounce on him, but there was only one thing that stopped me. If I hit him, I would lose my job, for sure. He would release me. In addition to that, his bodyguards were near, and wouldn't do be able to do much.

I snatched my headphones from his hand, hastily threw them into the bag. He held the phone in the other hand and did not give it back. He raised his arm above me, and the cell was out of my reach. He acted like a fucking kid. I clenched my hands into fists

"You listen to this damn old song. Seriously?" He mocked me

Against the sound of hundreds of conversations on the square, the first notes of the song came flying out of my cell. Then came "Zombie," by the Cranberries. I was sure that no one except us could hear it. The square was too loud. A woman was standing just a few steps away from us and startled loudly haggling about the price sheets.

Sheridan offended a legendary song. I understand that not everyone has to love rock, but this time, he had done enough. Emotions boiled inside me, which had been accumulating all day, breaking out of me with a vengeance.

"This music is definitely better than the plastic beats you do." I snorted before I could bite my tongue. I didn't regret it. Although I should have chosen better words. "Give me back my phone."

"So you don't like pop music?" He said looking at me coldly. "I don't tell you to listen to my music."

"I don't tell you to listen to the same things I do." I told him almost stamping with rage. "Give back my phone!"

"You'll get it in when I'm ready to give it back to you."

He smirked and looked at his bodyguards.

"We're going to the night club "Moonlight". One of you notify my agent that I'm not returning to the hotel tonight."

I opened my eyes wide in surprise. But what could I expect? That he'd take my advice about not going and sleeping instead before training tomorrow? Since Sheridan would not return to the hotel, it meant that I had find a way to get back. The hotel was located right in the center of the city, so catching the bus would not have been a problem, even though it was late.

"I'll have to find an open bus terminal to buy a ticket. I have to go. Give me the cell phone."

He shook his head as if amused by my stubbornness. I wanted to kick him in the shin and show my tongue.

"Who said you're going back to the hotel? You're going with me to the "Moonlight."

He folded his arms across his chest to hear the revelation. I looked at him unhappy. Something was mentioned earlier about going to the club, but I didn't assume that I had to accompany him. People usually go to the club with someone they tolerate.

"What? I'm not going. I won't get any sleep at all by night. I'm going back to the hotel and going to bed." I said, getting more and more pissed, because otherwise it was impossible to determine the state in which I was.

"There is no fucking way. You're coming with me. I could use a person who knows Italian."

"Really? I'm the translator for you and the whores you fuck?"

He laughed more amused than angry. By which, despite appearances, I was even more angry.

"Sunshine, I don't need whores. I don't use their services. I can have any woman that I want." he explained, as if he were speaking to a small, silly child.

"Well, you tell your fan that you're James Sheridan and she will certainly get wet and spread legs for you. Bad, if she doesn't four fan. Then can be hard." - I suggested in the same tone. – "I'm not going with you anywhere. I'm going to the hotel. You'll do fine without me, you're a big boy."

He stopped smiling and squinted, approaching me. He put my phone in my hand and firmly grabbed my arm. It hurt.

"Be careful who you're talking to, girl." He hissed in my face, close to my ear. "I have friends. I could make one phone call and you'd be saying goodbye to your team 'Black Diamonds'."

I felt his coldness shift with his anger. I didn't realize that he would be capable of such a thing. To fire me from his shows? Yes. But could he really fire me from the my dance group? That wasn't expected. The thought of going to the club that night was frightening. In the morning, I wouldn't be able to get up for training. Miranda would be angry. But Sheridan was blackmailing me. I had to go with him to "Moonlight." I had no choice unless I wanted to say goodbye to a career in the team.

"Okay," I grunted and looked at him, wishing I could kill him. "We'll go to the club."

He smiled, pleased.

"Good girl. We'll have fun."

Hell yes, I thought annoyed.