RARE (THEROCKAFELLABOYSSERIES#1)

Interviews

Zoey Kagel

This is another world for me. Following Rockafella around Manchester as they start to promote their upcoming studio album: No More Tears!

Maeva looks incredible on the television screen with a full face of makeup. I made sure to pack it all on as she asked, knowing it has to be that way to come across on television. We experimented a little bit with her winged eyeliner, starting the blunt blue line an inch from her lash line.

"You're looking really well, Luke. How is recovery going?" The ballsy television host asks.

Erica wizzes past me to speak to the backstage crew. "We said no questions about recovery."

Luke shrugs his shoulders. "I don't think it's much of anyone's business. Next question."

My snort causes several pairs of eyes to fall on me. I keep watching the tiny screen, catching sight of Leo grab the top of Luke's head affectionately. Luke grins as he rearranges his beanie hat that slips, probably grateful for his best friend next to him.

The interview host hastily pushes forward with his questions. All aimed at Luke. I guess he is the man of the moment. The others shuffle around nervously as the questions become even more personal.

"Is it true you're dating Zoey Kagel?" he asks and I hold my breath because I'm kind of scared of his reaction.

"Yeah," he says, shocking me and his band mates silent. "She's amazing. It's pretty new, but I'm happy."

Maeva clears her throat. "We all love Zoey. She's part of our family."

Aw, Maeva!

My mouth actually hurts from smiling so hard. The others nod like they agree with Maeva and Luke can't seem to stop smiling at the camera. Almost like he knows I'll be watching.

"Lucky cow," a voice whispers from the corner of the room and I turn to see two stage runners giggling.

"Does that mean she'll be following you on tour for personal reasons too?"  The host asks, gaining my attention back.

Luke looks so bored, it's actually quite comical. "Of course. Stupid question, David."

"Oh, god, what's he like?" Erica hisses beside me.

I know he isn't keen on this side of his job. The music. That's all that matters to him, but he puts up with it for his bandmates. It's almost half past ten at night and they've been on the go since five this morning so his patience is paper-thin.

The host laughs way too happily for it to be real. "Okay then. I have some watcher questions for you. And seeing as though it's past the watershed, it may get naughty. I'll start with Elijah and work my way around. Favourite sex position?"

The crowd oh's just as the entire band's faces drop. Isn't this supposed to be about the music? 

"Reverse cowgirl," Elijah says, laughing when several women hoot.

Leo's next. "I like doggy style."

"Spread Eagle," Tony adds in.

Luke is back to looking at the camera. Eyes sparkling with intent. "Missionary. I want to see your face when you come."

"Jesus Christ," Erica says, holding her head in her hands.

Meanwhile, I'm fidgeting around on my plastic seat, suddenly feeling his lips between my legs again. I never knew an orgasm could feel that good until he gave me two. My entire body lost control with the pleasure over and over again.