When I finally wake up in the morning, bed is empty. I sit up and look around the room to see any sight of Eliana, but her things are nowhere to be found. Second runner in two days, great. I look on the other side of bed and notice a piece of paper, I open it.

'Thank you for rocking my night yesterday. I have to work a morning shift so I couldn't afford staying. Feel free to stop by. Hoping to see you, Eliana.'

I smile to myself in relief that I wasn't abandoned again, that would be cherry on top in this part of my life. I could really use some coffee, the one she made me yesterday was tasty.

Half an hour later I am all set and i'm making my way to her caffee bar, hopefully no one will see or recognize me. I open the doors and a little bell announces my enterance, immediately I see Eliana behind the bar as her head shoots to see who walked in. Her kissable lips stretch into a wide smile when she sees me, she nods her head and continues to make beverage someone ordered.

I sit at the bar and wait her to finish. Her face is very cute when she is concentrated on something, in this case making a drink so perfect, it would be a shame to drink it. She puts in on a black tray and walks out the bar to bring her creation to the costumer. Her walk is fast and effective, hips swaying as each step is made. Dirty thoughts fill my head and I have to look away to stay clear minded.

"Welcome again, what would you like to drink?" Her sweet voice catches my attention.

"I would kill for a latte macchiato I had yesterday," I admit and she giggles.

"I have a thing in my head I would kill for, too," she says and winks, immediately images flash in front of my eyes and I clear my throat to gather myself before I jump across the bar to get her.

"We will sort it out, don't you worry," I say in the end.

She turns around towards me and puts tall glass in front of me, filled with heavenly liquid. She puts her elbows on the counter and leans forward, exposing the line inbetween her breasts, she knows I will look, she is teasing me.

"If you continue to tease me, I will have no other option but to show you here and now that's not to be done," I whisper. Her face looks innocent as she bites her lip and then slowly licks them. Damn.

"Oh yeah?" She asks all sweet, knowing well what she is doing.

"Yes," I answer shortly, hoping it will stop her.

"Can I ask you something?" Thankfully, it worked

"Anything," I respond. She leans to me again and tilts her head exposing her warm neck.

"Do you have any kinks?" I widen my eyes and look around us, on our luck there are only a few people inside and they are pretty far back.

"Every person has them," I answer.

"You want to know what mine is?" Her finger finds my hand and starts to draw circles, only thing I can do is nod, "I like to be choked," she says making me hard in an instant.

"Oh, you are going to regret this," I say through clenched teeth, she just smiles at me.

"Maybe that is what I wish for, daddy," my breath catches in my throat when I hear her call me like that. Usually I didn't like girls to use that on me, but when she says it, sounds so sexy.

"Nine p.m, my hotel room. I want you to be there. Don't be late or else," I say and pay for the drink I didn't even drink. I get up from my chair and storm outside to clear my head. The audacity this woman has is crazy, it's making me crazy.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly get it out, it's my manager. Well, all the craziness and hot thoughts I had up until now are gone and cleared, I roll my eyes and answer the call. Back to reality.

"Hey Harry," he greets me.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I ask even though I can assume what he is going to say or ask.

"Did you have enough?"

"Of what?" I don't want to come back to singing just yet.

"I mean, did you rest? Is all good now? Can you come back and continue?" All these questions and each answer will make him more furious. I wonder how he is not screaming at the phone yet.

"Kind of, not yet and no," I answer all three. Unsettling feeling rises within me, whole situation back at home is making me anxious when I think of them. I am aware of the deadlines, contract and all that, but I'm still not ready.

"How so? Vienna is supposed to be relaxing," he says, completely knocking air from my lungs. So he knows I am here.

"How did you know?"

"Social media is a river you can't stop. People saw you, took pictures of you, posted them online," he explains. Of course, because each fan just has to brag about meeting their favourite star. Why did I ever think I will have peace wherever I go?

"Damn it. How come you didn't fly here?" Knowing how persistent he can be, I trully wonder what is his excuse.

"Because I know how tired you are. I wanted to give you some time, to come to your senses on your own terms," right.

"What, you gave me a day and a half?" I laugh, even if that is the last thing I want to do, "and please, save it. You don't care about me or anyone you're managing, it's all about the money for you," I hear him sigh on the other end, he then clears his throat.

"Harry, they are angry. I don't know how much longer I can hold them," I hear a hint of panic in his voice.

"Dear God. Well, isn't my disappearance good enough to divert people? Why don't you make a big deal about it?" I suggest.

"Now, when the whole world knows that you are in Vienna, I can't play that card anymore. I am afraid we will have to make something out of it," he says and both of us are silent for a couple of minutes.

"I am afraid you will have to perform tonight," he eventually says.

"Not a freaking chance," I protest angrily.

"If not, you can kiss your fame goodbye. They will destroy you,"