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Chapter no 4

Kiss the Sky

CONNOR COBALT

Well, I learned what increasing the production value entails.

Hereโ€™s a new one for me.

Scott Van Wright somehow manipulatedย myย girlfriend into moving out of her sanctuary, leavingย ourย Princeton house. I really wish I had been there for the conversation and not been stuck in a college lecture hall. I would

have rebutted every argument he had that began with โ€œThe Real Worldโ€ and ended with โ€œyouโ€™reย allย living together.โ€

We all lived together in Princeton, New Jersey.

The difference now: Loren Haleโ€™s half-brother, Ryke Meadows, is moving in for six months. So is Roseโ€™s little sister, Daisy. Thatโ€™s six people in one house.

Iโ€™m trying to be the encouraging boyfriend, but I canโ€™t be at fault for however I act around Scott. I donโ€™t like that he convinced Rose to do something that I would have trouble talking her into. It makes me nervous.

Rose stares up at the open ceiling, microphones and wires dangling from the rafters of our new home. Her forehead scrunches at having to live in a Philadelphia townhouse designed especially for production. Three levels. Five bedrooms. One communal bathroom. No yard. A nice hot tub and patio area. And an even larger dining room and kitchen.

โ€œHe promised we wouldnโ€™t be filmed in the bathroom or the bedrooms,โ€ she says with tight lips.

โ€œPromises from anyone other than me mean nothing,โ€ I say. โ€œHas he hit you over the head?โ€

She glares. โ€œItโ€™s in the contract.โ€

โ€œThen Lo and I will make sure there arenโ€™t any cameras in the rooms.โ€ โ€œAnd the bathroom,โ€ she says quickly.

โ€œThat too.โ€

She nods to herself and raises her chin to appear more confident about the matter, but privacy means a great deal to Rose. And this is a lot more intrusive than she anticipated.

โ€œYou can always tell him to fuck off,โ€ I remind her. โ€œYouโ€™ve said it to men many times before.โ€

โ€œAnd yet, youโ€™re still here.โ€ I smile. True.

She lets out a breath. โ€œNo. It has to be done this way.โ€ โ€œAnd why is that?โ€

โ€œHe said that thereโ€™ll be more viewers if we all live together. Rich

families being filmed in their natural environment has been done before. This hasnโ€™t.โ€ She pauses. โ€œExcept forย The Real Worldย butโ€”โ€

โ€œAll I hear is Scott Van Wright in your mouth, and thatโ€™s really the last place I want another man to be.โ€

She gives me a cold look and says, โ€œI happen to agree with him. I did the research.โ€

โ€œFine.โ€ But what Scott really wants is the most drama possible, the most chaos, and this is the type of setting thatโ€™ll grant him what he desires. And if Rose is a part of that package, heโ€™s going to fucking lose this battle. I just donโ€™t want it to be at the cost of Roseโ€™s fashion line. If I ruin Calloway Couture, Iโ€™ll lose her too. Her company is why weโ€™re swimming in a fish bowl after all. Iโ€™d do almost anything to help her achieve her dreams.

โ€œPlus,โ€ she adds, only to provoke me, โ€œour house had poor sound quality. We wouldโ€™ve had to move anyway.โ€

โ€œRight, because they couldnโ€™t spend a couple thousand dollars to rig better equipment at Princeton. This alternative, moving out, is a hell of a lot more expensive.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re turning green. And for your information, you look ugly in that color.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not jealous,โ€ I say. โ€œI hate him for the same reason you doโ€” because he pisses where he eats.โ€

โ€œYou havenโ€™t even met him yet.โ€ โ€œI already know.โ€

She flattens her black maxi dress with her hands, walking back and forth in the living room space. โ€œYouโ€™re incorrigible.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re pacing. What other things should we point out?โ€ She hits me with her handbag, and I try hard not to grin.

When she settles down, she says, โ€œAfter six months, we can go back to Princeton.โ€

She can keep listing off the reasons why the move to Philadelphia is betterโ€”that her parents live close by, that Daisy can still attend prep school, that Loโ€™s comic book business is already downtown, that my commute to Penn has been shortened by an hourโ€”but in the end, she wasnโ€™t given a choice. Scottย toldย her to move. And she did.

Not even that, he chose this townhouse. He didnโ€™t let Rose look for a new place that would fit productionโ€™s ridiculous requirements.

I glance at the purple fringe cloth that covers the coffee table, large

white candles lined in a row. Production actually hired people to decorate for the psychicโ€™s arrival. As though sheโ€™s living here too.

โ€œJust donโ€™t ask me to be nice to the psychic,โ€ I tell her, just now noticing Ben, the skinny cameraman, walk down the stairs. He directs the lens at us.

โ€œI donโ€™t care what you do,โ€ she says, โ€œas long as youโ€™re here.โ€

I try not to look shocked by her declaration. Our tight postures relax, and I draw her to my chest and rub the back of her neck. She melts into me, her normally stiff body finding a moment to slacken. I stare at her fiery eyes that never seem to soften, even if her body does.

โ€œBut I thought you could do everything by yourself, darling.โ€ โ€œI can,โ€ she says, raising her chin again. โ€œBut I like your helpโ€ฆ

sometimes.โ€ Her gaze falls to my lips, unsure of herself again. Sheโ€™s waiting for me to make a move.

My lips brush her cheek. โ€œIโ€™m going to spread you so wide, Rose. Your whole body will ache for my hard cock.โ€ She tightens against me. โ€œYouโ€™ll comeย beforeย I fill every inch of you.โ€

A noise catches in her throat, and her hands drop to my waist, hurriedly feeling around for my battery pack to the microphones we wear beneath our clothes.

โ€œForget about the cameras,โ€ I tell her. Ben takes this moment to skirt around us, the camera whipping towards Roseโ€™s face. Heโ€™s another obstacle, a puppet of Scottโ€™s.ย Just fucking wonderful.ย I could shove the camera at the wall, but I resist the violent urge.

I bring my hand to the back of her head, my lips right beside her ear.

โ€œYou saw how big I am. Imagine that inside of you, all of it, pounding hard until you canโ€™t breathe.โ€

โ€œConnor,โ€ she warns, her voice weaker than normal.

I grip her hair between my fingers and tug, her chin jutting up. Her mouth opens, and she stifles a sound that wants to come out.

With one hand to the small of her back, I push her body harder against mine, and her cheeks flush.

โ€œDonโ€™t be afraid of me,โ€ I whisper lowly in her ear. โ€œI may not always be on your side, but I have your best interest at heart.โ€

When I release her, she withdraws, taking two steps back and clearing her throat. She readjusts her handbag on her arm and then says, โ€œI donโ€™t think I can forgive him for that bathroom.โ€

She completely drops what just happened. And Scott is the last person I want her to divert to afterย Iย just talked about fucking her hard.

โ€œTo be fair to Scott,โ€ I say with a dry smile, โ€œthe bathroom has four

sinks and two showers. Itโ€™s not as if itโ€™s small. Each shower is even large enough to fit five co-eds.โ€

โ€œItโ€™sย communal.ย I donโ€™t know how they did it at Penn, but I had my own bathroom, shared withย oneย other girl.โ€

โ€œYes, weโ€™re all savages at Penn. You should see the football team. They live in caves and eat with their hands.โ€

Her shoulders fall. โ€œI know Iโ€™m spoiled and a bitch, but Iโ€™m uncomfortable at the idea of someone walking in on me.โ€

โ€œThe showers have misted glass. You canโ€™t see through them.โ€ Thatโ€™s not entirely true. Iโ€™d be able to see her body fairly well. โ€œAnd you walked in on me three days ago.โ€ The mention of our moment in the bathroomโ€”

where she found me masturbating, where I hiked her leg around my waistโ€” has her whole body tensing in arousal. She crosses her arms to cover the flush that rises on her neck. Only the mention of her sex life (or lack thereof) can make her so flustered.

โ€œThis is different.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€ Lo, Lily, Daisy, and Ryke will be sharing the space too.

Adding me was like skipping two stairs at a time for her. With them, itโ€™s like trying to stretch over five. โ€œBut everyoneโ€™s uncomfortable, not just you.โ€

She groans in distress. โ€œI didnโ€™t want to put them in this situation. The reality show wasnโ€™t supposed to uproot their lives like this.โ€

I usually say the right thing. Iโ€™m obviously doing a shitty job today. The psychic and Scott have scrambled my head.

I wrap an arm around her shoulder. โ€œLily wants to help Calloway Couture. Sheโ€™d do anything for you. And theyโ€™ll all adapt quickly.โ€ To make amends with Rose, Lily even sacrificed being close to her college. Sheโ€™ll be taking online classes so she doesnโ€™t fall behind.

Rose stops pacing with my touch. Ben documents her reaction with the zoom of his camera. She stares up into my blue eyes and leans close, her leg pressed against mine.

I comb her glossy hair away from her cheeks, and her arms cling to my waist. I ask, โ€œAre you going to talk about Scott when I kiss you from now on? Or is it only going to be when we have sex?โ€

She clenches my button-down, fisting the fabric, and tries to throttle me for that comment, but I stay unmoving at her attempt, too strong to be overpowered by her, even if she puts up a good fight. With a huff, she stops trying to shake me. โ€œOne day,โ€ she says, โ€œIโ€™m going to slap you on impulse, and then Iโ€™m going to feel like utter shit.โ€ I read her eyes that say:ย maybe

we should break up before it happens. Maybe weโ€™re not good together.

โ€œYou wonโ€™t feel like shit,โ€ I tell her, โ€œbecause Iโ€™ll punish you for it.โ€

Her lips slowly part. โ€œYouโ€™ll punish me?โ€ She chokes on a laugh. โ€œIn what way?โ€

โ€œJust trust me when I tell you that youโ€™ll love it.โ€

She swallows hard and shakes her head. โ€œI donโ€™t see how I could love a punishment.โ€

โ€œIt wonโ€™t be like detention in prep school, Rose.โ€ย Remember, I have your best interest at heart.

She inhales deeply and she stares at my lips again, silently asking me to come a little closer. Just as I go to kiss her, a jingling sound echoes through

the open kitchen thatโ€™s in sight of the living room. No walls between any of them.

Sadie, my orange tabby cat, pads over to us, the bells on her collar clinking together. Rose spent an hour wrestling my cat just to put the thing on her while I was in class. She wants to know Sadieโ€™s location so she can avoid her. My cat scratches women fairly often. Sheโ€™s not fond of the times I locked her up for a date. But just for snapping on a collar, Rose had cuts all along her arms for a week.

I was about to sell Sadie after that, but Rose refused to let the cat leave. I appreciate her for trying to put up with my pet, but I donโ€™t want to find her bleeding like that ever again.

Rose lets out a horrified gasp. โ€œWe have rats!โ€ She disentangles from my arms completely.

Sheโ€™s not frightened so much as disgusted by the rodent hanging out of Sadieโ€™s mouth.

I rub my lips to hide my smile. โ€œSadie hunts like a champion.โ€ I wink.

Rose plants her hands on her hips and stares at me likeย really?ย โ€œYou just winked at her.โ€ Roseโ€™s glare turns into a laugh, but when she looks back at Sadie, her face falls again. โ€œItโ€™s bleedingโ€ฆoh my God.โ€ Sadie drops the rat on the hardwood. โ€œNo, noโ€ฆโ€

โ€œYouโ€™re fine,โ€ I say, setting my hands on her shoulders. โ€œBreathe.โ€ Rose is obsessive compulsiveโ€”a trait that has gotten out of hand since the paparazzi have clung to the Calloway family.

She blows out a long breath. โ€œI canโ€™t cohabitate with rodents.โ€ She pauses. โ€œThatโ€™s a lie. Iโ€™ve lived with Loren for nine months, but I draw the line rightย here.โ€

โ€œSo then weโ€™ll move back to Princeton.โ€ย Win for me. Fuck you, Scott.

She shakes her head slowly. โ€œNo, noโ€ฆIโ€™ll just have to deal with this.

Itโ€™ll be okay.โ€

Fine.ย โ€œLo, Ryke, and I can set rat traps tomorrow.โ€ But I add this just to rile her, โ€œThe perks of having three men living under one roof.โ€

Contempt crosses her face. โ€œLily, Daisy and I are more than capable of doing it.โ€ But she breathes a little easier at the idea of three guys living here. Itโ€™s appealing to not be in control all the time. Well, for her, not me.

โ€œBy all means,โ€ I say, โ€œset them yourself. I fully appreciate female power.โ€ I step nearer, closing the space between us. โ€œBut youโ€™re going to have to put them in dusty, dirtyโ€ฆโ€ I wrap my arm around her hip. โ€œโ€ฆ

places.โ€ I slide my hand to her neck and my thumb brushes her lower lip. She inhales again, remembering where I put my thumb three days ago.

Ben silently films us, but I sense his unwanted presence. My thumb lingers on her soft, wet lip.ย Fuck the camera.

Iโ€™m about to push my thumb into her mouth once more, but the front door bursts open.

She pushes off me almost instantly, retreating in her head, realizing who and what surrounds us. I wear my complacent expression, even if Iโ€™m highly fucking irritated at whoever ultimately barged through the door.

I see his blond hair first, and my irritation escalates to new volatile levels. Iโ€™m already an egotistical ass. Iโ€™m afraid Iโ€™m about to become the villain of this reality show.

Right now, I donโ€™t particularly give a shit. โ€œLook, another rodent,โ€ I say to Rose.

She smacks my chest, but sheโ€™s smiling.

Scott saunters inside like he owns the townhouse. Iโ€™m sure the lease is in his production companyโ€™s name. Next thing, heโ€™ll try to stampย Van Wrightย all over my girlfriend.

โ€œWhere is everyone?โ€ he asks, extending his arms. โ€œThe psychic will be here in five minutes.โ€ I fixate on the duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

I donโ€™t like assuming things, but if there are clothes, a toothbrush and a change of underwear in his bagโ€”weโ€™re going to have a major fucking problem.

Rose squeezes my arm. Iโ€™m wearing my anger. That happensโ€”never.

โ€œTheyโ€™re all settling into their new bedrooms,โ€ Rose tells him. She eyes the duffel. โ€œTraveling somewhere, Scott? Hopefully to California where

youโ€™re actually needed.โ€

When he faces my girlfriend, heโ€™s not pissed at her insult. No. Heย smiles. His gaze even lingers on her lipsโ€”the ones that I just touched. โ€œIโ€™m needed here,โ€ he tells her. โ€œIt just takes people time to realize whatโ€™s good for them.โ€ He gives Rose a long once-over, and my blood begins to boil.

โ€œNice dress, but you could lower the neckline. Showing your tits would increase the ratings.โ€

โ€œSo would shoving my foot up your ass,โ€ she retorts. My lips rise.

So do Scottโ€™s.

โ€œJust trying to help,โ€ he says smoothly. โ€œI do have a question though. If your sisters are wearing your collection on screen, does this mean theyโ€™re going to be entering a nunnery too?โ€

She growls and tries to charge him.

I seize her around the waist, holding her back. I hate that he incenses her like this. Thatโ€™s my fucking role.

My lips find her ear. โ€œYouโ€™re giving him what he wants.โ€ โ€œHeโ€™s insultingย myย line.โ€

Itโ€™s like calling her child stupid. I understand the blow. โ€œYour clothes are perfect, Rose. Theyโ€™re not as modest as he believes. Women will buy

them.โ€

My words instantly calm her, and she relaxes against me. I hold her while Scott waves Ben towards us. And then I meet his gaze. โ€œSo,โ€ I say, โ€œyouโ€™re moving in.โ€

Itโ€™s a guess.

But it becomes fact as soon as he tosses the duffel bag onto the floor. โ€œI am.โ€

Rose balks.

โ€œWhat did production want this time?โ€ I ask. โ€œA misogynist? A natural blond?โ€

โ€œA love triangle,โ€ he deadpans.

Roseโ€™s cheeks concave as if sheโ€™s attempting to suck in all the air from the room. She points her finger at Scott, the red nail polish threatening and incredibly sexy. โ€œIf you try to break up Lily and Loren, I will gut you from the inside out.โ€

No, Rose. He wants you.

His arousal practically swims in his eyes as he watches her tell him off. โ€œIโ€™m not here to break up anyone. Iโ€™ll be introduced in the show as your ex- boyfriend. We dated for a few years in college but decided to amicably break up when your fashion line absorbed all your time. I like my women to beโ€ฆattentive. Weโ€™re still friends, despite your love to harass the shit out of me.โ€

I let go of Rose and take a step forward. โ€œWe havenโ€™t formally met,โ€ I say, holding out my hand. โ€œIโ€™m Connor Cobalt. The guy whose girlfriend you want to fuck. And just so you understand, the odds donโ€™t look good for you.โ€

He shakes my hand, and I grip him so tight that he struggles to hide a wince. โ€œYouโ€™re threatened by me,โ€ he states, not breaking eye contact. โ€œIโ€™m twenty-eight, and youโ€™reโ€”โ€

I hate ages.ย โ€œTwenty-four years smarter than you.โ€ I tilt my head. โ€œAnd in ten years Iโ€™ll be thirty-four years smarter than you. See how this works?โ€

Rose steps between us, hands outstretched like sheโ€™s protecting us from each other. But I just want to protect her from him. โ€œAll right. Put your

cocks away. Iโ€™ve seen enough of them.โ€

We both look down at her with the same desire.

โ€œYou havenโ€™t even seen mine,โ€ Scott says with curved lips.

Is he serious?ย โ€œI assure you, youโ€™ve pulled out your cock,โ€ I tell him. โ€œStop. Both of you,โ€ she says, her chest rising in her dress, her breasts

more apparent, even with the high neckline.ย This, interjecting herself in the middle of a fight, even tame, causes my dick to throb. I struggle not to pull her into my chest, away from Scott and his lingering gaze. She wouldnโ€™t

appreciate me claiming her. But if heโ€™s going to try to take her from meโ€” thereโ€™s only so long I can withhold from doing so.

Anyway, I donโ€™t thinkย sheโ€™dย appreciate another girl hitting on me this way. In fact, Iโ€™m almost certain sheโ€™d rip her to shreds and grab me.

Rose spins towards Scott. โ€œYouโ€™re the executive producer.โ€ โ€œYes?โ€

โ€œSo youโ€™re in charge of production. You make the rules. So you can leave.โ€

โ€œYes, but I also have the network breathing down my neck. GBA

expects certain things fromย Princesses of Phillyย when I pitched the show to them. My placement in the house was a promise I made.โ€

Heโ€™s planned this for that long?

Maybe heโ€™s smarter than I thought.

Rose fumes. โ€œIf the network wants you here, then fine. But the moment I think youโ€™re fucking with my friends and their relationships, even mine, youโ€™reย gone. My company isnโ€™t worth hurting everyone I care about.โ€

โ€œOkay,โ€ Scott says evenly. โ€œBut I canโ€™t be held accountable for your feelings, Rose. If you end up liking me, thatโ€™s completely out of my

control.โ€

Well, heโ€™s still the douchebag I thought he was.

Rose snorts and backs up into my chest. Itโ€™s intentional. And I could kiss her for it. Instead, I wrap my arm protectively around her collar, and she

clutches onto me.

โ€œIโ€™d rather burn,โ€ she tells him.

Scott just smiles and motions to Ben whoโ€™s filmed the entire scene. โ€œGet everyone in this fucking living room. We have a psychic segment to shoot.โ€

Game on.

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