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red hot. She stared at Ashton. Where the hell did all of that come from? But she didn't think about it too much, because her confusion was quickly giving way to fury.
    "First of all, it is absolutelynoneof your business what I do with my life!" She was livid at his assumptions and his nerve. "Second, we didn't do anything. I spilled my drink all over us, and I'm washing our clothes. But thanks for airing all my business to some guy I just met," she said, her voice somehow loud and cold at the same time.
    She turned on her heel and stormed to the back of the bus, where she rummaged through some drawers. She came back and threw some clothes to Brandon. "Here, they're my brother's. I'll get your clothes back to you tomorrow."
    Ashton stood quietly and watched the scene unfold. He watched as the guy looked at the clothes for a moment, as if trying to process what had just happened. Kaylee's face was still a brilliant red, and her eyes were bright, as though she was trying not to cry. Ashton sank down onto the touch.
    Brandon squirmed into the sweatshirt, then slid the wind pants on over his boxers. He looked at Kaylee apologetically, only to be met by her mortified eyes. He kissed her cheek softly, and brushed his thumb over the spot he kissed.
    "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised, hoping she wasn't too upset to see him again.
    Kaylee walked him to the door and shut it behind him. Silence immediately descended, and with it came tension so thick it could have been cut with a knife.
    She turned to Ashton. He sat there with a blank look on his face. He didn't know what to say or do. He felt bad about the situation, and was confused as to why he exploded the way he did. He waited for Kaylee to blast him, to say terrible things, but her calm demeanor rattled him more than anything she could have shouted at him.
    "Stay out of my life," Kaylee said, sternly and evenly, then disappeared into her bunk.

Chapter 3

    " I want nothing to do with you, anyway!" Ashton yelled at Kaylee as she fled to her bunk. Kaylee's angry, calm stare that had rattled him so badly a moment before now made him feel empty and not a little furious. His guilt quickly flashed over to anger, and that mixed with some alcohol made for a pretty messy cocktail.
    He waited for her to come out. She didn't. She didn't make a sound.
    "Screw this!" he said, and stormed out of the bus.
    Ashton made his way back to the dressing room where there were still crowds of people. He needed crowds of people. There was only one thing on his mind at this point, and he was determined that nothing would stop him. He wanted sex...loud, nasty, dirty sex.
    He found the deejay that he'd met that morning and already banged once. He grabbed her wrist. "Ready for the next go-round?" he asked, more a demand than a request.
    "If you think you've got more in you," she challenged.
    "Baby, I've got so much you better bring your friends," he drawled in his cocky manner. The deejay laughed, but turned serious when he said, "I wasn't kidding. Bring your friends. Now."
    She smirked, and whispered something to the two women with her. All three women followed behind Ashton. He led them back to the bus and straight to the back room. He passed by Kaylee's bunk without a word, staring straight ahead, doing his best to ignore the fact that she was there. He pulled the couch out into a bed, and shut the door.
    When he turned around, the three women were already lying on the bed making out. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" he smirked, and began stripping.
    The girls were working on their own clothes, and as soon as Ashton joined them on the bed, they made sure he was plenty involved in their love-fest. Not long after, Ashton was drilling one of the girls as he grunted with each thrust and she begged for more.
    Kaylee was pissed. It was bad enough that he had gone and made an ass out of her half an hour ago, but now he was screwing some girl in the back room, just on the other side of the wall from her