FAZER LOGINChapter 4: The Date From Hell
“This cabin feels too quiet,” I said, stepping inside as the door shut with a soft click. “No producers barking orders. No cameras in our faces every second. This has to be another setup.”
Nate dropped our bags and turned to me. “Setup or not, we’re here alone tonight. Hidden cameras only. Might as well sit down instead of standing here ready to fight.”
I sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed. “Fine. But don’t start thinking this overnight getaway means I’m suddenly falling for you. This is still fake, Nate.”
“Fake?” He sat right beside me, our thighs pressing together. “You’ve been saying that since day one, yet you leaned into me during the handcuffs. Talk to me, Ivy. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I shifted closer, feeling his warmth. “What’s going on is confusion. You’re not the arrogant captain I thought you were. Yesterday you actually listened when I talked about my family. Today you’re… different. Softer.”
He smiled at me, eyes warm. “Different how? Tell me straight.”
“Less guarded,” I said. “You carry the team, the scouts, all that pressure. I saw how exhausted you get underneath the confidence. Who do you talk to when it gets too heavy?”
Nate exhaled slowly and took my hand. “Honestly? No one. Everyone sees Captain Callahan. The guy who wins games and smiles for the cameras. They don’t see the nights I lie awake wondering if I’m enough. If I’ll let the whole team down.”
I squeezed his hand back. “You are enough, Nate. The way you cover for your teammates, the way you showed up for Ethan… that’s the real you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I see it now.”
He laughed softly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers lingering on my neck. “And I see you, Ivy. Fighting for your family every single day. Protecting Ethan like he’s your whole world. That fire in you makes me want to protect you too. Even if this whole thing started as fake.”
Heat pooled low in my stomach. “Don’t say things that make me forget why I should keep my distance from you.”
“Why keep any distance?” he murmured, voice low and close. “We’re alone tonight. No crew watching. Just us. I like talking to you like this. No masks. No performance.”
I leaned in, our faces inches apart. “I like it too. More than I should. You make me laugh when I’m mad. You listen. It feels safe with you.”
He brushed his thumb along my jaw, eyes dark. “Safe with me? That’s new. But I want more than safety, Ivy. I want”
The cabin door flew open. A stunning girl with perfect hair stormed in, eyes blazing at Nate. “Nate! What the hell is this? You’re playing house with her like she actually matters?”
Nate stood fast, pulling me up with him. “Lauren? How did you get in here? This is a closed set.”
Lauren laughed bitterly, looking me up and down. “Closed? Producers let me in for the drama. Everyone knows you’re using this nobody for attention and sympathy points. She’s just another girl chasing your fame and your family’s money.”
I stepped forward, heart pounding. “Excuse me? I didn’t ask for any of this. I’m here because my brother’s scholarship is on the line. Not for fame.”
Lauren sneered. “Please. You’re loving every camera on you. Pathetic. Nate always goes for easy targets like you. Temporary distractions.”
“Enough,” Nate said sharply, stepping in front of me. “Don’t talk about Ivy like that. She’s not using me. She’s the realest person in this whole mess. She fights for her family in ways you never did. We’re done, Lauren. Leave. Now.”
Lauren’s eyes widened. “You’re seriously choosing her? Over me? This will blow up everywhere. She’s nobody.”
“Let it blow up,” Nate said, sliding his arm tight around my waist and pulling me against his side. “Ivy’s the one I want here. Not the fake smiles or the money. Her. Only her.”
Lauren stormed out, slamming the door. My phone started exploding with notifications.
“Social media is going crazy,” I said, voice shaking. “Thousands calling me a gold digger. Comments everywhere saying I’m using you. I can’t breathe.”
Nate pulled me closer, his hand rubbing my back. “Ignore them. I meant every word. You’re real. This isn’t fake for me anymore.”
I looked up at him, heart racing. “You defended me in front of everyone. It’s already viral. Now the whole internet thinks we’re actually together.”
He cupped my face with both hands. “Maybe they’re right. Your fire, your laugh, the way you see the real me behind the captain mask… I want this, Ivy. For real.”
Later that night I slipped into the bedroom corner and opened the chat.
LensCrusher: Tonight went wild. The getaway started amazingly. We talked for real. He opened up about feeling lonely behind all the captain pressure. Then his ex crashed in and attacked me. Called me a user chasing fame. Nate shut her down hard. Defended me right there. Said I’m the one he wants. Now everyone online thinks we’re real. I’m so confused.
MidnightMVP: …That’s heavy.
LensCrusher: Yeah. He chose my side completely. No hesitation. Made my stomach flip. I’m starting to feel things I swore I wouldn’t. What should I do? You always know what to say.
MidnightMVP:
LensCrusher: Are you still there? You went quiet. Everything okay on your end?
MidnightMVP: Yeah. Just thinking. You deserve someone who picks you like that.
A new message from production popped up on my phone.
“Big announcement for tomorrow you and Nate have been selected for the live kissing challenge. In front of millions of viewers. Make it unforgettable.”
I stared at the screen, pulse hammering hard.
What if I actually want to kiss him when the whole world is watching?
CHAPTER 11: OFF THE RECORDIvy's POVI found the one quiet corner backstage, a supply closet turned into a green room, and hid there for ten minutes trying to get my heartbeat under control before the segment started.The door opened. Nate slipped in and shut it behind him."You're not supposed to be in here," I said."Neither are you, technically.""I got here first.""Squatter's rights don't apply to reality TV closets."I almost laughed, but the nerves in his voice caught me off guard before the sound made it out. Nate Callahan didn't get nervous. Not visibly. Not like this, hands shoved in his pockets, shifting his weight like the floor might give out."You okay?" I asked."No." He huffed a short laugh, humorless. "Not even a little.""It's one question.""It's one question on live television in front of a few million people, about the one thing I don't actually know how to talk about.""Which is?"He looked at me like the answer was obvious, like I should already know."Ivy." He
CHAPTER 10: SHE KNOWS SOMETHINGIvy's POVCamila's words followed me all morning, sinking in deeper the harder I tried to shake them off.Ask him what he almost didn't do.I ran the sentence through my head during the group breakfast, during the outdoor challenge briefing, during a filming break where I sat by myself and stared at nothing for ten straight minutes."You're quiet," Marcus said, dropping onto the bench beside me. "Quieter than usual.""Just thinking.""About Callahan?""Why would you assume that?""Because it's always about Callahan lately." He grinned at my face and didn't push it further, thankfully, because I didn't have an answer that wouldn't have made things worse.By afternoon I still hadn't shaken it. Every time Nate looked at me, I found myself studying his expression, searching for whatever Camila thought I was too blind to see.I was still turning it over when he found me outside the mansion, two cups in hand, one held out toward me before he'd even said hello
CHAPTER 9: UNINVITEDIvy's POVThe announcement came during breakfast, delivered with the kind of forced enthusiasm producers only used when they knew a twist would blow up ratings."Please welcome our newest arrival," the host said on the monitor mounted above the kitchen. "Nate's ex, Camila Reyes."The room went quiet. I looked at Nate. His fork stopped halfway to his mouth, and every ounce of color drained out of his face."You're kidding," he said.Nobody was kidding.Camila walked in twenty minutes later, trailed by two producers and a camera crew that couldn't stop grinning. She was beautiful in the effortless way that made it impossible to hate her on sight, which somehow made it worse."Nate," she said, sweet as poison. "Long time.""What are you doing here?""I signed a contract. Same as everyone else." Her eyes slid to me, slow, assessing. "You must be Ivy. I've heard so much.""Can't say the same," I said.She smiled like that amused her.I didn't say a word for the rest of
CHAPTER 8: JEALOUS, WHO'S JEALOUSIvy's POVHis name was Dylan. Contestant from the other house, transferred in for a joint challenge, and the second he sat down next to me at breakfast I felt Nate's eyes lock onto the table like a hawk."So," Dylan said, leaning in a little too close, "I've been hearing a lot about you.""All lies, probably."He laughed, relaxed, and practiced. "I don't know. The internet seems pretty convinced you and Callahan are the real deal.""The internet's convinced of a lot of things."Across the table, Nate's jaw tightened. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He just reached over and stole the muffin off my plate like it was the most natural thing in the world."Hey," I said. "That was mine.""You weren't eating it.""I was getting to it.""Too slow." He took a bite, watching Dylan the entire time, and something about the way he chewed made it look less like breakfast and more like a warning.Dylan cleared his throat and found somewhere else to be withi
CHAPTER 7: ACCIDENTALLY DOMESTICIvy's POVThe schedule said Marcus and Priya had the cooking challenge. The schedule was wrong."There's been a mix-up," the producer said, not even bothering to sound sorry about it. "New pairing. Ivy and Nate.""Of course it is," I muttered.Nate appeared beside me a second later, already in an apron, already looking like he wanted to argue and already knowing it wouldn't work."Guess we're cooking," he said."Guess so."We were assigned a station in the middle of the kitchen set, cameras mounted on every angle, ingredients piled in front of us with a card that read: Italian night. Forty-five minutes."Can you cook?" I asked."I can grill things. That's the extent of my talent.""So no.""I said I can grill things.""That's a survival skill, not a talent."He picked up a garlic clove and held it like it might attack him. "Fine. Teach me."I took the clove from his hand before he did something tragic to it. "You smash it first. Like this." I brought t
CHAPTER 6: THE SILENT TREATMENTIvy's POVNate didn't look at me once during breakfast.I counted. Three times he passed the syrup down the table without meeting my eyes. Once he laughed at something Marcus said and the laugh died the second he remembered I was sitting across from him."Trouble in paradise?" Marcus asked, waggling his eyebrows at both of us."There is no paradise," I said. "There's a mansion and eleven cameras and a man who apparently forgot how to speak."Nate's jaw tightened. He still didn't look up.Later, the producers herded us into the sunroom for what they called a "couples check-in." I wanted to laugh in their faces. Couple. Right."So," the producer said, clipboard against her chest, "tell us about last night's kiss challenge.""It was a challenge," Nate said. "We completed it.""And how did it feel?""Like a challenge."I bit down a smile I didn't want to give him credit for. The producer's face fell flatter with every answer he gave her, one word at a time,







