Page 43 of Changed By You
There’s enough money in my bank account to pay off the chair. Will is getting paid now that he’s a resident instead of a med student. With my experience, maybe I could get a job as an assistant for another celebrity, even if they don’t pay me as much as Farrah does.
“I’m fine,” I assure Dalton. “Go run. I just need to rest for a few minutes.”
He and JP take off down the beach, my heart returning to a normal rhythm once they’re gone. Farrah plops down in the sand next to me.
“God, I hope you don’t have the flu or something.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I wish you’d listen to me about eating that shitty fast food. If the food doesn’t make you sick, the germs from the people’s hands making it will.”
“Uh-huh.” I press my cheek to the cool sand.
“So anyway, we need to work together to figure out who Dalton’s fucking. My money’s on June.”
“You’re probably right.”
“She made it pretty damn easy for him. She spreads her legs when he walks past.”
I laugh lightly because Farrah is a total hypocrite, but she’smyhypocrite. Despite her many flaws, I like being around her. I just wish I wasn’t around her sixteen hours a day, seven days a week.
“Why don’t you just go for JP? Like you said, he’s taller, and you want tall kids.”
She sighs heavily. “I probably will. But I still want to know who Dalton’s sticking it in. I can drop a bomb on him during filming if I want.”
My nausea returns as I imagine my parents watchingCelebrity Love Malibuand finding out a contestant has beensticking it intheir daughter.
“Are you okay to go back to the house?” Farrah asks.
I press myself up to a sitting position with my hand. “Yeah, I think so.”
“We’ll walk slowly.” She stands and brushes the sand from her clothes. “Also, you’ll need to wear gloves and a mask when you make my breakfast.”
The sparkbetween Misty and Dom has taken Alex’s attention, which is an unexpected windfall. The camera operators have been taking shifts waiting outside both Misty and Dom’s rooms, catching them leaving after their interludes.
And from what I’m hearing, it’s not just in the mornings. Those two also like to have a go at it during the day if they can get away with it.
Good for Misty. She deserves to have a man completely wrapped up in her.
If I could get her alone, I might talk to her about my dilemma. I sense I can trust her. There’s not a chance, though. Dom is always there, his arm slung around her possessively.
“Hey, can I help out with that?” I ask one of the kitchen assistants. “I’m not busy.”
She looks up, her brows arched with surprise. “You want to take the lunch orders?”
I nod, desperate for an excuse to talk to Dalton. “Yep, no problem at all. Just the rest of the people on that list?”
She passes me the notepad and pen. “Yeah, that’d be great. Bring it to me in the kitchen once you’ve gotten everyone.”
“You got it.”
I track down everyone other than Dalton first, getting their sandwich and side orders. My nausea is much better, but it’s still a low-grade, constant presence.
If Farrah confronts me in front of other people, what will I say? Will I defend myself or burst into anxious tears? What if she does it on camera? And worst of all, what if it makes it onto the show?
The wordfuckplays on repeat in the back of my mind, my soundtrack for today. I imagine it being the main word in popular tunes like “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” and “Happy Birthday.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck to you...fuck fuck fuck fuck to you....
