Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes to the ceiling. Fuck me. “Seriously? She said something like that to me the night I met her. I told her I wasn’t interested. They didn’t show me turning her down?”
He scoffs. “The whole she’s not my prison, she’s my peace thing? Yeah, they got a lot of mileage out of that quote.”
“I meant it, you dick.”
“They’ve been flashing Molly all over the beginning of every episode. That release they forced her into signing apparently gave them permission to show her face and say whatever the fuck they want about her in every episode.”
The dread I was feeling shifts into simmering anger. “What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“No, tell me what they’re saying.” So I can go fucking kill someone right now.
“It’s more like implying that she’s dumb and that’s why you’re with someone so young. Or that she’s slutty. Honestly the stuff that’s said online about her is worse. But the show definitely provides the ammunition.”
“Online?”
“Yeah, bonehead. I tried to fucking warn you this show was a bad idea. I was worried about you. I had no idea how much all this exposure would harm Molly.”
Goddamn it. I should’ve forced Diane to delete that fucking release she tricked Molly into signing. This was my choice, not hers.
“I’ll see what I can do about that. Get to the part about Kiki.”
He snorts. “I doubt you’ll be able to do sweet fuck-all about anything. The damage is done, Griff.”
“Remy, so far you haven’t told me shit. Why do you think I slept with Kiki?”
“I saw it. We all saw it.”
I wince at his harsh tone. “Who’s all?”
“Uh, all of Molly’s friends. They’ve been coming over to watch the show with her. Eraser and Ella were here too. Vapor’s been boycotting the show on principal.”
Sounds like Vapor. My mouth quirks to the side. I miss that moody bastard. “Jesus. Eraser’s going to give me shit when I get home, isn’t he?”
“Eraser might kill you when you get home. If I don’t get my hands on you first.”
“Remy, what the fuck?”
“Griff,” he says slowly, “you’re not hearing me. The footage from the bedrooms is black-and-white. Grainy, shitty quality.”
“Good to know.”
“It’s black-and-white in the living quarters but clearer outside the rooms. There was a clear shot of Kiki at your bedroom door and you with your hands all over her.”
“The fuck there was!” I blink and run my fingers through my hair. “Wait, yeah, she got shit-faced after one of the nights out. But I walked her to her room. I never went inside. And she’s never been in my room that I know of.”
He’s silent again. Thinking over my words? Plotting to kill me? I can’t tell.
“Shiiit,” he groans, dragging out the word. “I get it, bro. You’re in a weird situation. Locked up. Isolated from people you know. You’re probably uncomfortable as fuck. And she keeps throwing herself at you…”
Remy knows me well. Except for the whole falling into bed with a stranger just because I’m having trouble coping with my new environment.
“Just tell me the truth,” he pleads.
“I am telling you the truth!” Shit, I can’t have Jordan or someone else overhear me. I lower my voice. “I’m not you—I don’t need to fuck every skank who strokes my ego. I can’t believe after all these years you think I’d fucking lie to you. Especially about this.”
“The way it was edited…It sounded like you. Then the voice-over…”
“What exactly did you see?”
“They showed you and Kiki stumbling to your door. Then it cut to a commercial break. All week long the show was advertising some ‘big bad thing’ happening in the romance department.”
“Christ,” I groan. “As soon as those girls showed up, I knew this was fucked. No one ever told us they were adding the weird dating angle. I thought it was all about the fighting and training.”
“I hate to break it to you, but the fights are nothing but fluff. The focus is the drama in the house. A little bit about the rivalry between the two groups the fighters have split into. Otherwise, there’s very little about the fighting or training—except for a lot of shirtless beefcake shots.”
“Well, that I expected.”
“It’s more like a reality soap opera with some fighting for background noise.”
“Really?” On my end, it’s hard to tell because we’re constantly filming. If the film crew isn’t around, the hidden cameras capture every moment. Every time I leave my room, I have to make sure my mic pack is strapped on, and some assistant stops me to check the sound. “Okay, so then what happened?”
A twist in my gut warns that whatever else Remy has to say will alter my life in an extremely bad way.
“When they came back after the commercial break, there were two people in a bedroom.”
At least he said “a” bedroom and not “your” bedroom. Small distinction but I’m grasping at straws here. “And?”