Bristol knew their moment was over. She forced a smile. “If you want to stay, go ahead. Just give yourself enough time to get packed and to the bus by five.” She kissed Annie on her cheek and whispered, “Don’t agree to anything before you get a manager. Sterling is smooth. Be careful.”

Annie squeezed her hand and nodded. Disappointment filled Bristol that Annie didn’t leave with her. Her security detail picked her up at the stairs. “Bruce, leave somebody here for Annie. I want to make sure she gets out of here without any issues.”

“Will do.”

By the time Bristol got to the penthouse she was angry. Angry at herself for letting her guard down, pissed at Sterling for ruining her night with Annie, and disappointed in Annie for not sticking by her side. Logically she knew she shouldn’t be mad. Annie was an adult and obviously more into a career than a relationship. Even though that statement probably wasn’t true, Bristol wanted to wallow in self-pity for a little while longer. When her phone rang again, she looked at the name and answered it. “I know, I know. It’s completely my fault.”

“I tried to warn you.” Lizzy sounded tired. One of the biggest things they had in common was their dislike of Sterling Mayfield. Bristol knew her personal side, and Lizzy knew how she conducted business. Bristol hated that Sterling had been her first girlfriend. It was a long time ago, and those feelings had hardened the older and wiser she’d become, but she still felt tainted. “I know. I could have sneaked out of there had I paid attention.”

“I even called Bruce, but he said Sterling was already in the VIP section. From her calling me to finding you took about five minutes.”

“She must’ve picked up my itinerary from her daddy.” Bristol hated that her every move was recorded for safety reasons. It was probably more for tracking reasons, but as much as she hated it, it got her out of a few sticky situations.

“It doesn’t help that your phone is technically a work phone. Check to see if you’re sharing your location with anyone.”

Bristol looked and saw that Lizzy was right. Her location was shared with Lizzy, Bruce, her parents, and Top Shelf Records. “Did you know they were tracking me?”

“No, but I’m not surprised.”

“Screw that. I’m turning it off.” Bristol was so angry her hands were shaking.

“Don’t bother. It will only piss them off. Plus, then they will know you figured it out.”

“I’m not letting them track me. Can somebody get me my own phone?”

“I’ll send someone out right now. You’ll have it before we leave Vegas,” Lizzy said.