“I just think … hell, I don’t know what I’m thinking. We?
?re about to go into a competition and I’m thinking of throwing it so Amanda and I don’t win. I’m fairly certain the thought of me repulses her.” Gary’s frustration with Amanda is very evident when we’re all hanging out. He’s a clinger, and she’s got eyes for me even though she knows I’m happy with Joey. It’s all about how you act in front of others.
“You know the microphones are on and the producers will likely replay this for the viewers, right?”
Gary sighs heavily. “My wife is hot. I’m not. I know I have a lot to do to catch her eye, but three months isn’t enough time to change this.” He motions down the front of him. He’s not out of shape, but compared to Cole and me, he’s a bit portly. He’s a guy who sits in front of a computer all day and most likely eats there; he could probably use a gym buddy.
“I can always help,” I volunteer before I realize what I’m saying. I want to take it back because I don’t want to be committed to helping him, but it’s too late. Gary’s eyes go wide with surprise and I know he’s going to accept my offer. I would if I were him.
“Really?”
I nod, albeit reluctantly, but have no choice. He already follows me around like a puppy when the women are doing whatever it is they do. I’m the movie star and to him that means fast cars, lots of woman, and tons of cash to throw around at him. Two of the three I’m lacking. Women aren’t the issue. “Sure, why not. I work out anyway, so you might as well join me. You have to change your diet, though. Don’t be guzzling beer and eating chips all the time. If you don’t take this seriously, it won’t work. Watch what you eat, don’t sit around so much, and be proactive. Amanda will start to notice.”
Gary leans forward, clearly excited about our newfound friendship. “Do you think you can help with her?”
“I have my own issues to take care of.” Rising, I stretch, hoping that the cameras are panning around. I rub my abs for good measure.
He scoffs. “Joey is so into you.”
“That may be, but we’re still getting to know each other.”
I walk into the kitchen, grab a glass, and pour myself some water from the pitcher that is sitting on the counter. Gary and Cole follow. Cole goes for the water, while Gary grabs a soda. I tsk and he looks down at his hand and puts it back. He opts for the water, too, and while I know this may backfire, the fact that he looks up to me is a bit comical since he’s supposed to be competing against me.
“Newlyweds, your next competition begins in ten minutes. Please change and meet out back.” The voice clicks off and we stand there in silence. After downing the rest of my water, I take off toward the bedroom Joey and I have been staying in. Within the next half hour, everything is going to change and she and I will be in the master suite playing husband and wife.
The computer voice tells us it’s time for our competition. I’m not sure if I want to win after witnessing the monumental breakdown Millie just had. Through blubbering tears, Millie confirmed what we all assumed—she and Cole had ‘done it’. Her words, not mine. Amanda told her that she was lucky that she trusted Cole enough and she just wasn’t there with Gary. I think she would be if she gave him a chance, but then again if he’d stop belching and rubbing his ever-growing beer gut, she might give him the time of day.
Not that I care.
I see her watching Joshua when he’s working out. I don’t blame her, but she should be focused on her husband, not mine. It’s annoying when she prances around in her tiny bikini and asks him to rub lotion on her back. He looked at me one time for approval. He didn’t and she didn’t get his soft hands on her back. I probably would’ve cried if he had touched her.
He’s mine.
For three months, less one-week, and then I have to give him back. Amanda has charted out our days, telling us how many are left, and I hate her for it. I don’t want to know the end is near, that I have one less day to be his wife. I want to continue living in this fantasy world where nothing else exists. He doesn’t leave me on a pre-determined date. We continue to be blissfully happy, sans sex, and I’m the only one he has eyes for.
“We should go,” I say as I head for the door. We’ve been cooped up in the pantry for what feels like an hour. Millie chose this place because aside from the master suite, there isn’t a camera in here. The producers can still hear us through our mics and will no doubt air all of what we discussed, but they won’t see Millie crying.
As soon as I open the door, my heart jumps. Cole appears, scaring me half to death. He looks over my shoulder at Millie, and I turn just in time to see her sad smile appear when they make eye contact. He cares for her, it’s written all over his face. He brushes past me, not even giving me a sideways glance, and goes to her. I long for that connection with Joshua. I want him to be the one to comfort me in my time of need or distress. I want to be able to hold him, cry on his shoulder when life is getting to be a bit rough and have him understand.
I have that now, plus the stolen kisses and stealth handholding. Most of that happens under the covers and I’m okay with it. I know the viewers can see when he’s kissing me. Part of me hopes it makes them jealous while the other part of me wishes they could never see anything happen between us. The divorce, annulment, the end of my life as I know it will be messy. Joshua’s fans are going to slay me on social media. I’ll be branded the gold-digging whore the moment we step out of the house. I’m sure that’s what I’m being called now, and it’s probably a good thing all electronic devices have been taken away from us. I want to hope that Joshua will protect me, but like he’s said, he’s here to win the money. My feelings likely don’t register with him.
Joshua is in the room when I walk in. I catch him pulling up his shorts and stifle a laugh when he yanks them a little too hard. His pained expression tells me everything that I need to know.
“I thought you were Amanda.”
I pause and look at him. “Why would she be in here?” I don’t want to be possessive, but damn it, he’s my husband right now.
“She shouldn’t be, but I can usually tell when it’s you coming down the hall.”
“How?” I ask, hoping that he can dig himself out of the hole he’s starting to bury himself in.
Joshua doesn’t tie the board shorts he’s put on and it takes everything that I have in me to not pull him closer by those flimsy strings. He slides our door shut and comes over to me. We’re almost chest-to-chest, the closest we’ve been all day.
“It’s your perfume. I can usually smell it a mile away, figuratively speaking, and I’ve been waiting for you to get done with Millie. So when you walked in and I didn’t smell you before you got here, I automatically assumed it would be Amanda.”
Nice story, but not buying it, buddy. “Why was the door open if you were changing?”
“I’ve noticed that if it’s shut, you won’t come in. I’m not sure why, but sometimes I think you’re afraid to interrupt me.”