“Is this what you call negotiating?”
Charlotte was scrolling through her phone, practically glowing with excitement as she searched up all the different Flamin’ Hot Cheetos flavors she could find. Anthony just stood there, feeling a headache coming on. Was this really the same Charlotte whose tastes had changed overnight? She actually wanted Flamin’ Hot Cheetos now.
He watched her slim figure, shook his head, and let out a sigh. There was nothing for it—he picked up the phone and told Hans to call the factory and start making a healthier, pregnancy-friendly version of Cheetos.
“Sorry, what?” Hans blinked in disbelief, making sure he’d heard right. “Anthony, you want us to make Cheetos, just for Charlotte?”
Anthony nodded, sounding half-exasperated, half-soft. “Her cravings are seriously unpredictable. If she wants them, let her have them. She’s a doctor, she knows how to eat in moderation.”
Hans scratched his head but answered quickly, “Got it. I’ll sort it out right away.”
***
At the private villa, Kenneth jerked awake, reaching instinctively for the other side of his bed. Only empty sheets. This was his own room, not the set. Emily wasn’t there.
It had all been a dream.
He’d replayed everything from the set that day and then watched things just spiral further out of control… in his head.
Throwing the covers off, Kenneth swung his legs onto the floor, lit a cigarette, and cracked open the window to let in the sharp, cold air. The chill smacked him in the face, jolting him back to reality.
Emily. God, Emily. She was all he could think about, constantly looping through his mind.
He let out a frustrated curse, took a long drag, and let the smoke curl around him while he stared off into the night. His face looked paler in the haze.
He used to think of Emily as a sister. But somewhere along the way, something had shifted. His manager was right. He didn’t even try to deny it anymore—he’d fallen for her.
The worst part? She liked someone else.
Kenneth had never liked a girl like this, had never even dated. He had no clue how to push the other guy out of her heart and put himself in his place.
After staring at the glowing embers of his cigarette for a while, he finally pulled out his phone to text Anthony.
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