𝐍𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - Ray

Prologue

"Is it true that you were seen leaving The Mercer Hotel, in New York with executive Ray Russo?"

"No comment."

"Y/N, how did you and Mr. Russo start hooking up? Or is it more than just that?"

"No comment."

Of course it's more than that. Ray Russo was your boyfriend of 3 years, known each other since High School.

But after the scandal between Ray and his ex-girlfriend, you guys knew to keep the relationship private.

Not only private, but secret.

"Ms. L/N, how do you-"

"Bro can you fucking move? She said "no comment". What else can you guys fucking want?" The drummer of your band said, pushing through the crowd of reporters.

You and Ray knew to be more careful. You guys knew this would happen. A famous singer and the co-owner of one of the biggest companies in New York isn't something someone see's everyday.

Especially not leaving a hotel together holding hands.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit'

You've never had so many big camera's on you before, and coming from someone in a popular band, that says a lot.

'I'm going to fucking lose it'

"Please Y/N, one more question?" You halt in your tracks and turn around. "One more question."

"What is your side of the story?" The blond woman asks, nodding her head and looking around to see the crowd around her agreeing.

"What do you mean my side?"

"Didn't you hear? Both Norman Minerva and Ray Russo stated that you were just a fling. Is that true?"

Your calm demeanor dropped and you can tell everyone around you noticed. All you are is a fling? Ouch.

You grab the mic to say your final words before you exited into the building. Heat rose through your body and you felt like everything around you was spinning.

Sighing heavily, you looked straight into the camera.

"No comment."