And judging by the look on Carl’s face, he now knows this too.
Toxic and Armando burst into laughter. Unable to help myself, I join them.
Carl’s eyes grow wide with panic as he slowly mulls over the revelation.
Clint walks over, sweat pouring down his body as he eyes the barbecue.
“What’s up, boss? You okay?” he asks as he grabs a basket.
Instead of answering him, Carl turns, points an emphatic finger at us, and barks, “Don’t you ever say another word about this again!” and storms back onto the bus.
My phone pings with a message from Maria, alerting me to a fire going on with one of my clients.
It never ends.
I excuse myself and head upstairs, trying to undo the damage my client caused by having a child outside of his marriage.
To be honest, I don’t think he deserves to keep his fame, but it’s my job to make sure he doesn’t land too hard, so I give it my all, which includes contacting the child’s mother and working out an agreement with her that would be advantageous for all involved parties.
God, I hope his wife leaves him.
As with every other day aboard the bus, I work nonstop, stealing away for minutes every hour to see my Hunk.
And yes, I totally just referred to Toxic asmy Hunk,which is wild.
“Hey!” Vanessa chirps, bounding on her toes in excitement. “I was hoping you could take a few shots of me.”
Time is valuable and I want to tell her to just have a Hunk be her cameraman, but this gives Natasha the opportunity to stumble upon us being chummy, so I close my laptop, put on a chipper grin, and give an enthusiastic “Yes!”
Samantha
After spending too much time putting out tiny fires, all I can do is give Toxic a kiss before he heads into the venue.
And in the most unlikely of unlikeliest events, I find that as I watch him go, a tiny kernel of sadness blooms inside of me.
I noticed the feeling a week ago, but it took me several days to place what exactly it was because I’ve never been jealous like this before.
Heading back to the bus, Carl passes me and barks out, “Have you seen Prince?”
“No…”
He storms toward the venue, muttering under his breath.
My phone pings with a text.
Maria:I can’t thank you enough! The last of the bills are finally being adjusted. They say everything should be right in about 72 hours.
Success.
Sliding into the dinette booth, I finish sending out an email to a vendor and pack up for the night.
Typically, I wouldn’t be in bed before ten, but with how exhausted I’ve been, I can’t keep my eyes open past nine.
And that’s not the only thing that’s changed. Because of my morning sickness, I’d dropped several pounds, but in the blinkof an eye, I not only gained them all back, but I’ve added 10 more. Which I expected.
What I didn’t expect was that my underwear would grow so tight, they’d leave deep indents in my flesh. Last stop, I had to run to Walmart to get more, and now I’m wearing granny panties that could double as a parachute.
A notification chimes. It’s an alert that’s set to go off whenever the Hunks are mentioned in the media. I look to see if it’s regarding Vanessa’s recent surge in popularity.
