I muted the TV and answered the phone.“Hello?”“Hello, Anna? It’s Barnett.”“Hi, Barnett.” I paused. “You’re calling a bit late.”“Yeah, I know. I was just looking through my social media, and I wanted to apologize for everything.”My heart fluttered. “You don’t need to apologize.”“Don’t I?”He almost sounded angry. At me? At himself?“No. You didn’t do anything.”I waited for him to respond, but Barnett remained quiet. The silence between us stretched to an almost uncomfortable length when he finally spoke again.“Well, it’s getting late. I should probably let you get to sleep.”“Yeah. Thanks for calling.”“No problem. Good night, Anna.”“Good night, Barnett.”•* *When I fell asleep, Barnett filled my dreams.He stood in front of my bed. His eyes narrowed as they roved over my body. Chills ran up my spine at the hunger in his stare.I looked down to see that I wore nothing but a pink, lacy, see-through nightgown. My instinct was to cover myself from Barnett’s gaze. Instead, I foun
I scrambled into the car. My seatbelt was scarcely buckled before Barnett booked it out of the parking lot. The paparazzi soon disappeared from the rearview mirror.“Why are you here?” I asked as I settled into my seat. “Don’t you mind being photographed…with me?”Barnett didn’t look away from the road. “I don’t know why I’m here. In fact, I’m missing a very important morning.”I shriveled in my seat. “I’m sorry.”“Why apologize? You didn’t do anything wrong.”“I…”“You don’t always need to be concerned with other people’s feelings. Anna, your mistake was that you intruded on my dreams last night. So, when I woke up, I decided to come to you.”My eyes widened in surprise. “What-what did you say?”Barnett pursed his lips and didn’t respond. The muscles in his neck and jaw tightened.I didn’t dare to say anything else. Even if I wanted to pursue the question, I couldn’t. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk.I decided that I must have heard him wrong. We couldn’t have dreamt about ea
I heard Rebecca talking with one of Arthur’s dog walkers.“I can’t believe she actually finished putting that makeup on him,” the dog walker, John, said so loudly that I was obviously meant to hear it.“What was she going to do? She was running out of time.” Rebecca’s mocking tone cut me to my core.“It’s just so hideous. She shouldn’t have even kept it in rotation.”“We all make mistakes. None usually so big, mind you…”The two share a laugh. My first clenches as I resist the urge to punch them both.“I doubt that even Arthur’s favorite will get away with this one,” Rebecca continued.I should have known that they hated me for how gentle Arthur was with me, especially when the rest of them had been working for him for so much longer. It wasn’t my fault that I had made friends with my boss. Still, even I doubted that this seeming favoritism would get me out of trouble this time.“That’s enough.”I turned to see Arthur step out from behind the folding room divider. I died a little insi
I couldn’t believe I had heard him right at first. “What about who pretending to be my what?” I asked.“Me. Pretending to be your boyfriend. Do you need me to?” That time, I knew I had heard him right. “No, I don’t think so.” Arthur’s smile faltered, but it never disappeared. “Are you sure? With this whole Barnett and Julia situation, I figured that a fake boyfriend would be the perfect cover to throw the paparazzi and Julia’s crazy fans off your scent.” “That’s really sweet, but I couldn’t impose on you like that.” “Of course not. You’re too considerate to impose on anyone.” He took my hand in both of his and ran his thumb along the top of it. Heat flooded my cheeks. His smile seemed to grow wider. “I…It’s getting late, don’t you think?” Arthur didn’t answer. Instead, he merely called the waitress over and paid the check. I hoped that would be the last time we would mention the subject.•* * I ha
Now I knew Lily was just being delusional. I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible.” I was well aware of the ever-growing gap between me and socialites like Barnett and Julia. There was no way that Barnett would be interested in some upper-middle-class-if-her-divorce-settlement-paid-off worker like me. Not old money like him. There was the fact that Barnett and I might have had the same dream, but that didn’t mean anything. Honestly, I didn’t even know what his dream was about. It might not have even been the same as mine.Everyone was right. There was too much of a gap between us—age-wise, financially, and socially. “You don’t know him too well.” Lily smirked. “He never wastes a second on useless people.” “It’s probably because I brought him trouble.” I took a drink of my flavored water and shrugged. “I’m sorry, really.” “Trust me, sweetheart, you wouldn’t even have the chance to bring him trouble without his permission.” Lily
Inside the office, Julia appeared ready to pounce with her assistants barely restraining her, if they were even trying. Barnett, meanwhile, made certain to keep his desk firmly between him and his crazy ex. His eyes darted to a nearby corner, where a hulking figure stood in waiting.“Jack, can you please diffuse the situation?” Barnett asked, motioning towards Julia and her two assistants. Barnett’s bodyguard stepped forward, gently took Julia’s arm in one hand, and more forcefully grabbed the arms of her assistants with the other. “You can’t do this!” Julia exclaimed, trying to wrench her arm out of Jack’s grip. “Yes, I can.” Barnett turned on the web camera perched on top of his PC and directed it at Julia. He then stepped in front of the desk, in view of the camera. “I am sick of your games. You are nothing but a user and a witch. You only care about what I can do for you, not about me as a person. “You know what else? You haven’t gi
“Yes, Ms. Leonard, sixty million.” Thompson sounded as elated as though he had earned the money for himself. “That’s…that’s amazing.” “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you going to do with your newfound wealth?” What was I going to do with all that money? I didn’t have much time left, and I didn’t thirst for the extravagances that many others seemed to. Then it hit me. “Well, after I pay my fabulous lawyer—” it never hurt to butter up the people who actually helped you— “then I was thinking about donating two-thirds of it, probably to an orphanage.” “You’re going to donate forty million dollars?” I thought he was going to choke on that sentence. “Of course. There are so many people out there who have it far worse than I do. Why not help them out when I can?” “Well, certainly. It’s just…that’s a lot of money…” I knew that Thompson would be surprised by my decision and even have a hard time swallowing it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter with Barnett for days. The only things that could distract me were my job and my workouts, both of which I happily threw myself into. I just thanked God that Barnett did not show up to “coach” my workouts during that time. Even without needing the distraction, being a stylist and recording my workout vlogs were only adding to the newfound joy I had in life. Yes, the schedule was hectic and a bit stressful, but it was a good kind of stress—the kind that kept me on my toes, rather than kept me retching from stomach pain. My body fat had dropped to 23%, and I could see the results in my reflection. I was not just getting healthier; I was sexier than ever, too. I had managed to keep my plump, round ass, but my waist had started to shrink. The fat around my arms, legs, and neck had begun to disappear as well. My breasts were a little smaller—enough to not give me back pain—but still big and firm enough to catch anyone’s