Page 67 of Rock Me

"Fuck off, guys, get lost!"

There's the sound of a loud crash as I see a camera go flying over our heads and out of the elevator. A large, muscular giant is pushing through the people in the elevator, and I feel him grab my shoulder.

"Come with me, keep your head down."

"Jez!" I say, as someone pushes him into me. His face is red with anger, and he doesn’t even look at me.

"Get her to her room, and make sure she's okay. I mean it," I hear him say and he runs off into the direction of his room.

I turn back and there are two guys pushing the photographers into the elevator, the door closing behind them.

The big guy leads me into my room and closes the door behind him, with him inside my room.

I should feel afraid of him, but I’m not. "What WAS that? Who are you?"

"I'm Mike. We've met."

"We have?" I frown. Fuck, not him, too.

"Yeah, but it's okay. it wasn't that memorable. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I throw my hands up into the air and look around, trying to make sense of what just occurred.

"The nurse will be here in a minute to check you out," the giant reassured me.

"I'm fine! I need to go see Jez." I make for the door.

He takes a step to the side, blocking. It's the first move he's made that intimidates me.

"Er, ma’am. You can't, he's... he's getting checked out as well."

"’Ma’am?’ The name’s Noémie. What the fuck was that? Were they paparazzi?"

He squirms, and I know the answer.

"But why would they be taking pictures of Jez?"

Again, he doesn’t say anything, like he's been trained not to. I have no idea what's going on and it’s making me anxious.

"Mike, I really need to see him.”

"Ma'am, he'll come and see you when he can. Now, I’ll be right outside, if you need something. Those people shouldn't bother you again."

I throw my hands up in the air again, an action of complete helplessness. I have my own body guard now? Seriously, what the hell just happened?

Mike leaves the room and closes the door behind him. As promised, he sits on a chair right outside, and I can't help wondering if I’m the prisoner or the guarded.

Either way, I don't think Jez is who I think he is. Then I realize, I don't really know anything about him at all.