"Who in this room would like to nominate Levi, to go forward with the interview and hiring process of our band assistant? Let's see a show of hands." Three sets of hands shot up in the air. Fucking, traitors!

"Wait a minute! What about Linc? I know he's not traveling with us right now, but shouldn't he have a say in this? After all, he does still write music for us." I tried to reason, in hopes Linc would vote to help me out.

"I'm way ahead of you," Jinx smirked.

“Of course you are," I muttered under my breath. That's why he'd been so good at handling all of the other shit.

"Linc said that right now his main concern, is writing music and taking care of his wife. I think Honesty is keeping him busy when he's not in the studio, writing. You know we're getting ready to take a few months off to record a new album; which means we'll be home for a while. I think it would be a good time to bring someone in. They could see what goes into putting an album together, scheduling events with the label, and we have your fundraiser coming up in a few months. Isn't that right, Levi? They could help put that together," Jinx stressed.

He was right. I, with the help of the other guys, put together some kind of fundraiser every year for families of police officers who died in the line of duty. It was my way of honoring my dad. I was hoping to make this year's event, more substantial than last year’s.

"Okay. I accept your challenge, and I don't want to hear shit about shit if you don't like how I've handled something. You all feel me? I'll hire whomever I feel is best for the job and the rest of you can keep your two-cents to yourselves."

They all nodded in agreement, except for Jinx. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He had such a hard time giving up control, so I knew it was killing him to have to ask for this, but after all, he shouldn't have to worry about all this other shit. Producing good music for the band should be top priority. We had one more show in Vegas, and then we'd be headed home for a few months to write and record. I decided to wait until we got back to LA to advertise the job. It'd probably be best to hire someone local.

"There's one more thing I need to discuss," he announced. "I've got a couple of promotional gigs lined up for when we get back to LA. Chance, Honor, and I will sit in on a radio interview at WRMQ and, Levi," he paused and looked me in the eye. "I know you don't like doing one-on-one's but, you're the front man for the group, so you'll be appearing on WKDG's talk show. Before you get your dick in a knot," he held up his hand, because he could see the fire building in me. I fucking hated one-on-one interviews. "They've promised to submit a list of questions that may be asked by the host, and if there are any that you're not comfortable with, we'll take care of it," he explained. The option to veto questions made me feel somewhat better, but not a lot. Fuck me.

Las Vegas Venue

Levi

We were all in the dressing room back stage, waiting for our cover band, Nuclear Disaster, to finish their set. Everything was pretty much as it was every show; we all had our own ways of getting ready and in the zone. Jinx pounded out a beat with his sticks against his thighs. I found a place in a corner usually, to run through my lyrics. Honor and Chance played Halo on the Xbox, and fucking shouted every time they killed one of their opponents. How that prepared them to play guitar, I'll never know, but somehow it worked. I guess, don't fuck with what wasn’t broken.

It was a killer show. We couldn't have asked for a more responsive crowd, but now that it was over, we were all ready to celebrate. For once, I'd have liked to just crawl under the covers and pass out until morning. Instead, I decided to do what I always did, grabbed one of the groupies and headed to her hotel room for a little playtime.

"I want to have your baby." The blond beneath me moaned as I thrust into her. Wait. What?

"What did you just say?" I stopped moving altogether causing her to grind her clit against me. I glanced down to where we were joined together to confirm, that yes; I was wearing a condom. I always wrapped it. Looking back up into her glassy blue eyes, I asked the question again. "What did you just say?"

"I said . . . I want to have your baby," she reiterated. Whoa, this chick was serious. I pushed up on my knees, letting my dick slip out of her, and then almost fell off the bed trying to get to my jeans.

"You’re leaving?" she asked, scrambling up onto her knees. The action caused her fake breasts to bounce, and then her arm reached for me, desperately.

"Fuck yeah, I'm leaving! You're just a way to pass the time, sweetheart. What did you think this was? You hang out back stage, half-dressed, throwing yourself at a group of guys for sex. You probably thought that once I'd slept with you that you'd be different, huh? You'd be different from all the rest and that I'd fall for you. We'd get married and live happily ever after. Am I right?" I was almost shouting now. I watched her twist the cotton sheet between her fingers, tears brimming in her eyes. I knew I was being an ass, but . . . what the fuck! I was suddenly thankful that we came to her room, instead of fucking in mine. I didn't even bother putting on my t-shirt or shoes before storming out the door and heading for the elevator, to take me to my room. This shit was starting to get old. Thank god, we left for home tomorrow.

Los Angeles- WKDG

Levi

I stepped into the WKDG network and was immediately greeted by a tall redhead, with luscious curves, and fake tits that bounced as she walked toward me. She had a blindingly white smile and big, green eyes, which were openly fucking me. If it weren't for being so hung over, I might have taken her up on it.

"You're Levi Cross," she stated a little breathy, after licking her full lips. Some people had no shame.

"The one and only," I said, cocking my head to the side. She stared at me a moment longer, as if she were struggling to form words in her lustful brain. I decided to take pity on her and broke the silence.

"I'm meeting with Melissa Jones." I arched my brow and pinned her with my knowing gaze. A nervous giggle escaped her mouth.

"Yes. Of course! I'm so sorry." Her cheeks flushed. "I'm such a big fan."

"No problem, sweetheart," I told her.

"I'll take you back to the green room." She turned on her high heels and wobbled a little. This chick was definitely flustered by me. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her small waist to keep her from hitting the marble floor. Her face turned pink and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. She was tiny and warm and I liked the feel of her body against mine. "T-Thank you," she stammered. Her heels clicked on the marble floors as I followed along behind, admiring her fine ass along the way. I followed her into the green room, which was not green by the way, and took a bottle of water from the table full of snacks, before taking a seat on the black leather sofa. There was a large flat screen on the wall with a live feed of the show in progress.