The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Lucas pulled her back onto his shoulder, saying, "Do you remember what I said? I'll never ask you to do anything you don't want to do. Since you don't like the questions those reporters ask, I'll make sure they'll never appear in front of you again."

It was not an empty promise. Melody's heart raced as she listened. She knew it was not right to feel this way, but when she was being pressured by the reporters, she had also wished for them to disappear completely.

Lucas definitely could do that.

"Forget it, they also have families to support," said Melody eventually.

'She's

situation, but did those people ever consider the predicament they put Melody in when they pressured her? They were like flies, buzzing around wherever there was heat. They called themselves reporters, but they had long lost the professional ethics a reporter should have.

jobs. "I'm fine as long as they appear in front of me anymore. Let

least, those reporters needed to understand what questions were acceptable and what questions were not. He could

to believe in another kind of 'truth' fabricated by Wendy. Simply because the buzz generated by those lies

most buzz. They always lived under the fear of the reporters catching even a hint of something. Melody had already suffered once under their hands, and Lucas did not want to see her tripped up by these trivialities again. Melody had her own artistic pursuits, and all he needed to do was quietly clean up