Chapter 1
Queen’s POV
“Elon, get over here and lock that door before those fans break it down,” I said, my voice still hoarse from screaming into the mic for two hours straight, the adrenaline pumping through me like it always did after a sold-out show.
The tour bus rocked a little from the crowd outside, their chants and bangs echoing through the thin walls, but all I could focus on was him, standing there in his black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, sweat glistening on his neck from keeping the stage secure all night.
He turned to me, those dark eyes locking onto mine, and a slow grin spread across his face as he flipped the lock with a click.
“You sure you want it locked, Queen? Or are you getting off on the idea of them hearing you lose it here?” His words came out low an
