Each day since getting the flower arrangement, Bawdy has sent another. At this rate, my apartment is going to become an indoor forest.

Kennedy and I decided to stay in and have a wine night while watching movies. She has been going through interviews for nursing positions, so I know she definitely is appreciating a chill night.

Bawdy has a show tonight, and his publicist again advised that I shouldn't go. Sure, I could just go in the crowd if I wanted to, but Bawdy said it'd make him sad if I was there and couldn't stop by backstage at least. There'd be too many eyes on us there. Hopefully this shit blows over soon now that a week has passed, but people always love to comment on who he is going out with.

When he heard about my plans tonight, he had some wine sent over for us. And not just a bottle. Enough that we could ration it out for months. It tastes like fruit juice, which is a bit dangerous since we're just sipping it so easily.

"How was work?" Kennedy asks while walking with a bowl of popcorn over to the couch.

"Fine," I say in a flat tone. "At least I haven't forgotten any more memory cards."

She laughs. "You just started. They can't expect you to be perfect." Very valid point. Although, if Kennedy was in my position, I know that she wouldn't have messed up.

I've been asking to pick up more shifts this week and into the future. It's better for me to stay busy or else I'm just going to sit around and wish that I was with Bawdy. And it'll help me save up some more money. I think I should be on track to keep my scholarship for spring, but I'm trying to be prepared just in case. Maybe I should focus more on my classes instead, but with how some of my professors grade, even my best effort doesn't seem to be good enough. I've been good about submitting my assignments this week, but I definitely missed a couple so far. Maybe more than a couple throughout the semester.

Honestly, I have more money than I'm used to since I haven't really been spending much of my own money on drinks and food. I have Bawdy to thank for that one. We have to eat to survive. Why should that be expensive?

We settle down and decide to watch the Shrek movie. I don't think either of us would be able to focus on anything serious right now.

Once the first movie is over, we start talking about putting on the second one after taking a minute to get another snack. I use the time to check my phone. Bawdy is probably about to go on stage soon.

Bawdy: You should have just came in a disguise.

I laugh out loud and almost choke on my drink at the thought of me rolling up in a wig and weird outfit to his show.

Gianna: Next time. Have a good show :)

Sending that text makes me feel sad. How long is this going to go on for? There's no real reason why we should have to be separated. I don't understand why it would hurt his business and image. Then again, I'm not a professional publicist.

Bawdy has worked with Chelsea for years, and he's obviously very successful. I don't want to negatively impact all that he has worked for.

He doesn't respond, and I'm assuming that he was pulled away to go on stage.

We put on the second Shrek movie, laughing throughout it. When it finally ends, Kennedy yawns. "I'm going to wash these up and then head to bed."

She's so much more disciplined than me. I was just going to leave the glasses and bowls until the morning. I help to throw out the wine bottles and turn off the tv. I guess it is better just to get it over with.

While she's cleaning off the last dish, I get another text from Bawdy.

Bawdy: Come over tonight. I'll send a car and bring you in the back.

Bawdy: They'll be at your place in 15 minutes.

I'm used to staying up late, but that is when I'm already out. After being snuggled up on the couch for over three hours and being wine drunk, I'm ready to crawl into bed.

But, the prospect of seeing him helps to send adrenaline throughout my body, and I start to wake up. I kind of like how he didn't even ask. He knows how badly I want to see him too.

"So I'm going to Bawdy's," I say to Kennedy as she finishes drying the bowl.

She looks at the time on the microwave and back at me, "Right now?"

"Yeah," I say already moving towards my room to quickly pack a few things.

"You definitely can't drive," she says looking at me skeptically. "And I don't like you taking Ubers this late."

"He's sending a driver to get me."

"I should have guessed it. Well, have fun," she says. I know that she's tired, but I feel like she's not fully on board with me being involved with him and all of the weird shit that comes with dating a celebrity. Unlike her, I love the spontaneity. It's good for me. I think she just needs to get railed too, and she'd loosen up a bit.

I say goodnight to her and quickly throw some clothes and makeup into a bag.

Bawdy sent a different driver in a car that I've never seen before. He said that it's so no paparazzi connect it with him. Just in case, I threw on a hat for good measure.

There's something about sneaking around that almost makes it more fun. I know we've both been dying to see each other. Talking every day is one thing, but I want his arms around me. I want to feel his body up against mine, warming me and making me feel safe and at peace when I fall asleep.

This is so much different than just sneaking around with a boy in high school around my parents. We're basically sneaking around hiding from the whole world. Maybe not everyone in the world, but certainly thousands if not more of his fans and people on his team.

We pull in through the back entrance of his apartment into the garage. The driver tells me to wait in the car while he checks to see if anyone is staking out the apartment lobby that we have to enter to get up to his room.

"Miss Gianna, unfortunately there are some people standing around. Bawdy says that it's imperative that no one sees you, so we have to bring you in a different way," the driver says when he returns, rolling a luggage cart.

I assume that we'll be heading to some service entrance. I'm not really sure about the layout of his apartment complex.

The driver opens the trunk as I step out, and I see him pulling something out. A large plastic container.

"Now this may seem odd," the driver says slowly. "But the best that we could think of on such short notice is to wheel you up in the container."

My eyes widen as I try to process this absurd plan, but it does seem like it will work.

"And don't worry, you'll be able to breathe," he says while pointing to a decently sized hole cut. I wonder if this container was prepared just before or if he has needed to use this other times.

I find the whole situation hilarious, so I climb into the container that he put on the luggage rack, and I start to feel us moving. In case anyone tries to look in, he even draped over a sheer black fabric by the hole. Seems full proof and better than anything I would have came up with.

I'm pretty small, but the box is huge regardless. Like massive. Must be big enough for Bawdy to use himself if needed.

I can feel us going up the elevator, and I hear Bawdy thank the driver and hear the elevator door close. I jokingly knock on the top of the container, waiting for him to unclip the lid and let me out.

"Hm, I wonder what could be in here," he says sarcastically and loud enough for me to easily hear. "Guess I'll look tomorrow."

I'll let him joke around for a few minutes, but I'll break myself out of this if I don't get to wrap my arms around him soon. Then I notice some more light come in as he moves the fabric from over the hole.

I scoot around, about to stick my fingers out of the hole when all of a sudden the tip of his dick appears. I'm startled and confused for a second, but then I start laughing. He can't even fit inside, because he's so thick, and it's not like he's even hard. "This isn't a glory hole," I yell.

Bawdy's laugh fills the space and warms my body. I love making him laugh.

He pulls himself out of the hole and opens the lid. I jump up to catch him putting his dick back in his pants. "About time you let me out," I say, tilting my head to the side.

"Come here, baby girl," he says, picking me up from inside the container. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he carries me over to the couch. He sits down while still holding me, and he finally leans down and kisses me.