I bump her fist, then Akara’s in more of a greeting.
A Secret about Akara Kitsuwon:my college-friend raved about Akara for four weeks after they hooked up. He restrained her to a headboard with rope and made her come five times.
Akara confirmed her retelling. He made me swear not to gossip to production.
Of course I kept the secret.
“I can find Charlie,” Akara tells me. “Hold on.”
I wait while he switches a knob on his radio, attached to his slacks. Bodyguards are in designer suits toblendamong guests, so he literally looks like a million-dollars, and I’m sweating over here in workout clothes.
Production can’t blend with camera equipment.
Since Sulli also wears formalwear—a green sequined romper—the two of them almost look like a couple next to each other. I’ve always thought Akara was into her, but he’s adamantly said,no.
Lately, from what I’ve seen, they’re slightly awkward together. Sulli slips him a look now, then he slips her one. She whips her head away, staring up at the stars.
He keeps his eyes on her while he speaks in comms. “Akara to Security, anyone have eyes on Charlie?” He waits for a response, his gaze back on me. He laughs at the walkie in my hand. “Is that little dinky thing not working for you, Jack?”
Security ribbing production.One status quo still intact.
I dangle the walkie by the antennae. “This little dinky thing is doing just fine.”
He laughs again, the noise more in his chest.
I smile back, but my lips downturn.
Because I actually could ask the PAs on the walkie if they’ve seen Charlie. Thing is, I’d rather not advertise to the crew that I’m hunting for Charlie specifically. Donotneed them thinking my priorities are set on this side project.
Which is why I need to move fast. Sweat drips down my temples, and I wipe my face with my wrist.
“Thank you. Roger that.” Akara eyes me. “He’s at Hole 2.”
Jesus, shit.
That’s a far run.
“Hop on,” Sulli gestures to the backseat. “We can take you there.”
I immediately seize the offer. “Thanks, Sulli.” I climb onto the backseat, a little stiffly with the Steadicam, and Akara presses on the gas, swerving the electric golf cart towards Hole 2.
“Where’s your brother?” Akara wonders.
“I told him to go grab as much footage as possible. So he’s around here somewhere.”I trust Jesse.He’s been doing excellent work. My brother is talented with a camera and landscape shots.
We bump along the course, and Sulli starts twisting her hair in a high-bun—Akara hits the brake. “Sulli, down!”
“What? Kits?”
He pulls her down over his lap.
A golf ball flies at the cart and I lean back. Itdingsthe frame and bounces off. My pulse skids. A few inches lower and that would’ve hit Sulli in the face.
“What the…fuck?” Sulli lifts her head slowly, cautiously. Hair falling out of a half-done bun. She’s staring at Akara’s lap.
I mean, her face was in his crotch.
I could laugh. Ialmostlaugh, but her face is beet red. His chest collapses in a strange breathing pattern. He looks her over, then whips his head towards three drunk men with golf clubs.
