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Kaya


Montgomery

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Cain ( apolla apolla )



This whole time, Kaya couldn’t exactly decide whether Cain being here was an absolute disaster recipe or it was actually a good thing. They worked together very well and if they stopped yapping about bullshit, they were an actual force to be reckoned with. But it was that ‘stop yapping’ part which was extremely difficult for the couple. Maybe it might have been much easier if the production decided to bring Dominic back. He was calm and Kaya could manipulate him easily. Cain? Saying “not so much” would be an understatement. He was his own person and Kaya could force him to do her bidding only very rarely and only when there was something for him in it as well. How she was supposed to survive two months with this man and make him cooperate, that was beyond her. Because he might have his mouth full of “calm down, Kaya, and we’ll win” crap now but they both knew it was not just her who should calm down.

Leaving the table was fast for the couple. They followed where Abel and then Olivia disappeared and Kaya would rather burn in hell then let Cain hold her hand. He left her. He tore the bond between them. And he left her to nothing but tears. Even despite all that bullshit between them, he meant everything to Kaya and though she would never admit it, she cried for weeks. Learning to live without him was the hardest part but she did it so she would be damned if she let him to affect her now. Well. Some things are definitely easier said than done, right, Kaya?

The room was exquisite indeed and Kaya couldn’t stop looking around. Her ice-cold façade melted a little. It was nothing she had ever seen before and the whole impression of the place was positively taking her breath away. And then she saw the bathroom and almost choked on her air. To mask her look of a child on the Christmas Day, Kaya flashed a tease towards Cain but as usual with the guy, she should have known better. His hand found its way to her waist and her breath got caught up in her throat upon feeling his hot air on the sensitive skin of her ear. He got her. Again. And Kaya opened her mouth to talk back but…she had nothing.

Next thing she knew, Cain was undressing in front of her and the sight of individual pieces of clothing flying off of his body sent her all that time back when this act meant something completely different than going to get shower. Trying to keep her face straight, Kaya decided to go for a mental exercise of pulling up disgusting pictures in her mind to stop herself from thinking he looked even better than before. The scent of his cologne got caught in her nose as he walked past her to the shower and Kaya suppressed a sigh. Only his voice, inviting her to join him in the shower, brought her back to reality and seeing his form under the spray of water, Kaya smiled widely. Sashaying closer she folded her hands behind her back, leaning against the door as her eyes traced Cain’s body.

“Or…you know…” she purred, biting her lower lip seductively. “I could just go…umm…warm the bed for you…” she went on, giving Cain all those looks she knew worked on him as her fingers wrapped around the key, pulling it out of the hole. “You know…I’ve been thinking…about what you said. Maybe…just for old times’ sake…hmm?” she batted her eyelashes and backed out of the room. “Don’t keep me waiting…I had a lot of wine.” She winked and closed the door behind her. With an evil chuckle gracing her lips, the brunette immediately locked the door, setting the key on her bedside table as she got there. “That should keep you away, hun.” she giggled and slipped out of her dress, throwing them over a nearby chair.

Rummaging through her suitcase for a while, she pulled out a set of PJs to put on. Kaya, ultimately satisfied with herself and her clever plan, just slipped under the sheets, ready to enjoy the bed all for herself when a loud bang made her flinch. Immediately, the girl was sitting up, eyes on the bathroom door. Her lips parted, eyes narrowed and her mind was running a mile a minute. No…no, he totally wouldn’t, right? RIGHT???


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Declan


Bennet

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Nat ( Desert_Blossom Desert_Blossom )



The idea of sharing not only a room but also a bed with Natalie was raising mixed feelings in Declan. It was definitely not going to be the first time for the two to lay in the same bed but something was telling the man that this time, much less cuddling and sweet kisses and all kinds of other intimacies was going to be included. For a moment, his mind trailed away and Dec caught himself thinking about several moments he might not want to be thinking about at this point as they might elicit all kinds of unwanted reactions of his body. Wine was apparently doing him dirty and though he was by no means a lightweight, he was not an avid wine drinker as it usually did more harm than not.

Seeing two couples already gone from their tables, Declan realized that maybe it was time for them to leave too. So far, they successfully avoided drama even though it looked that they might just get right into that again, especially with that single cheek rolling down Natalie's cheek. Thank god they managed to steer away from it. Dec’s agent might not be thrilled if he caused a scandal right on his first night. And Declan also didn’t want to fight with Natty. If only she finally realized that what happened was water under the bridge now. And if she really wanted to get into it again, she needed to realize it was her idea that launched this while avalanche of arguments.

For the whole show, Declan was determined to practically lay low. He was not the type to go into loud and trashy arguments in public and was definitely not going to do this in front of the whole nation. Of course, he could raise his voice properly and did so many times, even on Natalie when she was going on and on about how he went and slept with that…girl…whatever her name was. He really didn’t remember as she was not important. His first hookup ever. After Natalie basically set him free. They argued a lot and loudly. But Declan promised himself he was not going to let himself get all carried away here. Not on the national TV.

Her remark on cuddling with pillow made him smirk widely. “Buzzkill…” he shrugged, trying to bring that smile to her face. Maybe she still hated him, maybe she wanted to slap him, tear his head off. But he’d be damned if he was not able to make her smile like he used to. Because if there was something Declan refused to believe, it was that they were over each other. That was a straight lie. And if Natty believed that, she was also lying to herself. Instead of pondering about that any longer, Declan stood up and offered Natalie a hand so they could go and find their room together. She might have accepted his hand, slipping hers in it but when she moved it to his arm, he chuckled quietly. Natalie Mayfair was a proud woman and by no means she was a doormat. That was what Declan always admired about her. That was why she was the perfect match for him. And he was actually pleased to see that with age, this feature of her matured as well, she was still holding her head high and would never let anyone walk over her. And that was making her even more attractive in Declan’s eyes.

It was rather strange, walking by her and having nothing to talk about. They used to chat a lot and about everything. But now, he was not a varsity quarterback anymore and she was not a class president. They were different people. But…how much different? Was it all really absolutely irreversible? Declan’s thoughts surprised even the football player and he had no idea where that was coming from but he couldn’t help but think about it a lot. But his train of thoughts was torn when they arrived to the room, very much similar to where he lived now. And equally strange. His current mansion was definitely luxurious and fucking expensive but never had it ever felt like home. He threw a lot of parties there, had a girl or two over, even decided to get a dog. But it never felt like his small apartment he lived in back at college.

Natalie’s voice came to him as she spoke about the pillows and then she asked about this being up to his standards. For some reason, that question annoyed him more than anything else. “Don’t be prickly, Natty. You know I was never the one for expensive crap.” he spoke to her sharply, taking a deep breath. She wanted to play, fine. He could too. Unbuttoning his jacket, Dec took it off, folding it over a chair. His bowtie flew right after it as well and he undid the first two buttons of his shirt. “You know very well I preferred that small apartment more than anything. “You know which one. Back at college.” he smiled, dimples in his cheeks prominent as ever as he approached her, closing the distance between them. “I remember you helping me furnish it. And…I clearly remember…” he offered yet another impish smile. “…it was also you…who helped me to christen every room in that place.” he winked, resting his hand on her hips. “Good old times, right?”

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Natalie Mayfair








Natalie hadn't really intended to upset Declan with her question about the room being up to his standards. Okay, well maybe just a little part of her had. Though she instantly regretted it when he responded sharply about her being prickly. Her cheeks flushed a little, not wanting to seem like she was bitter or jealous that he'd gone on to live a more grandiose lifestyle than she ever would.

"I know, I didn't-" The blonde began to interject, wanting to clarify, before her words died on her lips when Declan began undressing. At first Natalie averted her eyes like an awkward school girl watching a boy undress for the first time... But when Declan continued to remind her about his preference for the small apartment he had, Nat couldn't help but glance back towards him. Yes. She knew that apartment very well.

Her blush darkened another shade, the memories of the things they'd done in Declan's humble dwelling already dancing around her head before her ex even had to mention them. "Yeah, I know..." She uttered, trying and failing again to assure him that she was well aware of the apartment and how Declan didn't care about expensive shit without him needing to carry on any further. But he did, and Declan's dimpled smile froze Natalie in place as he closed the distance between them.

Natalie both hated and wanted Declan in this moment. The two conflicting emotions rendering her incapable of anything besides standing like a deer in the headlights as Declan continued the trip down memory lane. I remember you helping me furnish it. And…I clearly remember… it was also you…who helped me to christen every room in that place. The sensation of Declan's hands on her hips along with his comment was finally enough to elicit a response from the paralyzed blonde. Her blue eyes widened a little as she glanced up at Declan's impish grin, surprised by both his forwardness and how natural his touch still felt.

"Old times is right." Natalie replied unconvincingly, trying to skirt the topic of christening the rooms of his apartment. Though even as the words left her mouth, her body leaned into Declan a little. For a moment, Natalie considered just letting bygones be bygones if for no other reason than so she could remember what it felt like to be with Declan again... But then she reminded herself that these were just thoughts manifested by the glasses of wine she'd had that night. She'd not spent the last few years protecting her pride to just throw it all away on night one. Even if it was terribly tempting to while tipsy.

Natalie sighed, shutting her eyes to make what she had to do easier. "But yes, I remember Dec..." She replied quietly, resting her hands against his muscular chest for a moment. (Uhh, why make it harder for yourself Nat?) "And I know you didn't care about all this..." Nat continued, opening her eyes and glancing around at the luxury that surrounded them before back up at her ex. "I know that about the old you though. Now... now I don't know what you like or don't anymore." The blonde added, mostly to convince herself that the man before her wasn't the same guy she once loved. She needed to see them as two different people if she was going to get through the summer.

Offering a sad smile, Natalie used her hands on Dec's chest to push away from him, freeing herself from his grip on her hips. Walking to her bag without another word, Natalie pulled out her toothbrush and a pair of pajamas to change into, and disappeared into the bathroom. Once alone for the first time since arriving at the mansion, Natalie leaned her head back against the door and took a few breaths to keep any tears at bay. It was harder to deny herself Declan that she thought it would be, and while she wanted nothing more than to be able to pretend the reason for their breakup didn't exist, no amount of wine could erase what was done.





































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Grayson Moore








Corryn may have warned Grayson about not writing checks he couldn't cash, but he was confident that he'd have no problem with checks bouncing should his ex feel so inclined. And if a little make up sex really would give the other couples a leg up in the competition, Gray didn't want to be at a disadvantage. Of course, despite his competitive nature, the marketing exec was well aware that it took two consenting parties to tango, and if Cory wanted to keep things business professional, then Gray would accept that. For now, Cory's arm around his as he led them to their shared room would be as intimate as their relationship would get.

Once in their room, Gray and Cory spent a few moments admiring the luxurious accommodations. He knew that Corryn was used to this kind of lifestyle, but even she seemed to be impressed. Or maybe she was just pretending to be to make him feel better? Gray couldn't help but recall one of the few topics of argument while he and Cory were together. Perhaps he had been too touchy, but he'd gotten mad at something the blonde had said that alluded to him being able to have the lifestyle he was working so hard to achieve just by being with her. While true, Corryn's family was very well off and he could easily have mooched off of them, Grayson didn't want to be wealthy and successful by proxy. He wanted to work for and own his own achievements. Grayson was never given anything in life, and he didn't want it any differently just because he was dating Corryn.

Pushing his thoughts to the side, the two business execs pondered the number of security cameras in the room, coming to the unfortunate conclusion that they were well watched and wouldn't have much privacy at all. "Well, I'm sure whoever has to watch the cameras and edit the footage will be in for a show with some of these couples..." Grayson mused, turning to Corryn before inquiring as to how she wanted to spend the rest of the evening.

I think we should just stay in. It's been a long day, at least for me. And I'm kinda tired.

While the thought of Corryn in a bikini for a late night dip in the pool or hottub was enticing, Grayson didn't disagree with his ex's assessment that it had been a long day. "Sounds..." He began, but before he really a chance to respond, Cory had grabbed a few of her things and disappeared into the bathroom. "...good." The man finished to an empty bedroom.

Shaking his head with a light chuckle, Grayson walked over to his own suitcase while she changed. Corryn was a natural born leader, so it's not like he expected any different from her. She could make the executive decisions and everyone would just follow in line behind her. And it wasn't like Gray was going to dissent anyways.

With his jacket already thrown over a chair, the tall man set to work unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of it. His dress shoes came off next, followed by his socks, and he was just unhooking his belt when Corryn reappeared from the bathroom. Despite having seen Corryn in far less than the nightgown that currently hung from her body, it was all Gray could do to keep his jaw from dropping. His blue eyes never left Corryn as he pulled the belt free from the loops of his pants, letting it fall forgotten on the ground.

Is that alright?

"Huh, what?" He asked, hearing Corryn say something but unable to decipher it right away with the blood being sent to other parts of his body rather than his brain. "Yeah, your, uh, slip is fine..." He replied, initially misinterpreting what Corryn was asking about. "I mean..." Gray corrected shaking his head a little to get a hold of himself. "I mean yeah, I'm alright with staying in. I'm tired too."

Gray's pulse was racing from watching Cory tie up her hair, the hem of her nightgown raising ever so slightly as she did. Damn. He thought her evening gown was revealing, but this... This was hardly business professional. Gray let out a slow breath and turned away from his ex, focussing his attention on his suitcase to distract himself. "I don't think the pool is going anywhere, so we can test it out another time..." He added, fumbling around through his suitcase even though he wasn't actually looking for anything.

Wait, what the fuck was he doing? Here he was getting flustered over a nightgown like some sucker, when he could be having a little fun. Sure, it had been a while since he'd seen Cory in anything other than business or evening attire, but he was never affected like this before. They might be exes, but he could still appreciate a nice view. The cameras sure were.

Grabbing his toothbrush so his search through his bag wasn't for nothing, Declan stuck it between his teeth as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. Typically he just slept in his boxers, if that, so Gray hadn't necessarily brought proper pajama bottoms. He hadn't necessarily thought through having to share a room with someone either, but too late now.

"You get comfy, and I'll join you in bed in a minute," Gray said, resuming his air of confidence as he gave Corryn a once over. "You really aren't going to make this easy on me, huh?" He smirked a little, nodding at her negligee as he strode over to the bathroom in nothing but his boxers to brush his teeth.





































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olivia




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Since the rising star had no idea the role her father played in Abel's departure from her life, she had been confused and very hurt when she caught him packing his things. That confusion and hurt had traveled with her throughout the years, and now that she was face to face with her ex again, she wanted answers. He didn't seem like he wanted to give them, but she was nothing if not determined. When he mentioned her father, her confusion grew, but so did her determination. He was opening up to her, she could see it. She could feel it. And she'd be damned if he was going to shut her out again.

Although a part of her was angry, more of her needed answers. She approached Abe as he sat perched on the edge of the bed, placing her hands gently on his legs as she knelt in front of him. He'd told her again that it was complicated, but how could it be? He'd left for a reason, and she wanted to know what the reason was. How hard was that? She could hear the anger in his voice as he told her that things were his fault, but there was also a note of desperation. All she wanted was for him to tell her why he left. The tone of his voice had broken her heart further, because how could this be his fault?

He leaned back as she knelt before him, and a look of hurt flashed across her own face. He didn't want to be near her? What had she done that was so horrible? For a moment, she thought she had him. She could see it in his eyes that he wanted to tell her, but something was holding him back. And then he did the thing she didn't want: he shut her out. Again. Without a word, he stood and stepped around her, leaving her kneeling in front of the bed for no one. Drop it, Olivia. The use of her full name told her he meant it, that she should drop it.

He excused himself into the bathroom, but the tears were already streaming down her face. She leaned forward, burying her face in her arm as her body began to shake. She didn't move from that spot until she heard the shower water turn off. When he returned to the room, she was quiet, her face red and puffy as she slipped into the bathroom to take a shower as well. When she returned to the room, she was dressed in her plaid shorts and t-shirt. She still didn't say a word as she slipped into the side of the bed that would be hers. Though her heart was pounding at Abel's close proximity, mentally, he couldn't be further away. She closed her eyes, turning her back to him as she struggled to fall asleep.






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Cain could try to deny the affect that Kaya had on him all he wanted, but the truth was standing there, staring him in the face. Well, to be fair, she was trying to avoid looking at him but as he removed his clothes, he could see the looks she kept giving him. He knew he looked good; he worked hard to make sure he did. And even though he hadn't known it would be Kaya behind that curtain, he'd done everything in his power to make sure he looked good in his suit and smelled good for after figuring out which ex of his would be here.

As he passed her, he heard her breath hitch and he grinned, turning to face her when he heard her voice. She approached, sashaying side to side like the vixen she was. She was doing and saying everything right, and in that moment, he was hypnotized. "Go warm the bed then, sweetheart. I'll be back soon." He promised her as he stepped into the bathroom, the door shutting behind him. He immediately turned the water on, missing the sound of the key in the lock. Removing the rest of his clothing, he stepped in, making the shower thorough but quick.

It was as he wrapped the towel around his waist his hand found the knob, and realized it was locked. That... she didn't. But she had, and he couldn't help but grin as he leaned his head on the door. She'd always been crazy, but this wasn't his first rodeo. "You want to play, KayKay?" He whispered, backing up from the door and looking around. It was a bathroom; he didn't have high hopes for finding something to use. But when his eyes landed on the fire extinguisher, they lit up, and he grabbed it immediately. Turning back to the door, he didn't hesitate as he slammed it against the doorknob.

It took a few tries before the doorknob broke clean off of the door, leaving a hole and giving him the access to the rest of the room that he needed. Setting the fire extinguisher back on the counter, he walked out of the bathroom slowly, even clapping a few times. "Nice try, Kaya." He told her, eyeing her like a lion would its prey as he headed for the end of the bed. "But not quite good enough." He smirked before he whipped the towel off of himself, flinging himself over the end of the bed and on top of her. Pinning her hands to the bed, he grinned as he hovered over her. "But this is what you wanted, isn't it?" He whispered, before he dipped his head down to pin her lips with his.






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Corryn Russell.



  • Sleeping next to Grayson again had been interesting, to say the least. Where Corryn had brought some semblance of pajamas, he seemed to haven't packed any at all. She hadn't remembered until he undressed to his boxers that Gray was usually the type to sleep in nothing at all, much like her. She caught herself staring at his chiseled form, admiring the lines of his muscles. He certainly kept in shape. His disappearance into the bathroom had broken the blonde from her trance, and she realized that she would have to try a bit harder to not break one of her work's cardinal rules. The bed was large enough for them to keep to their own sides without touching, though she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Had more wine been involved, she wasn't quite sure she could have resisted it.

    Cory woke up rather early, wanting to get a fairly good start on the day. She moved from the bed as quietly as she could, trying not to wake the man's sleeping form beside her. After taking a quick shower, Corryn attempted to hide her body in case Grayson awoke. But she then remembered his brazenness the night before, and a smirk played on the edges of her lips. Two could play at that game. Knowing that her lack of clothing would not only help with rates but also incite a response from Grayson, Cory dressed in a black sports bra and matching panties to move around the room. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, she tossed it at the sleeping man's form to wake him. "Better get up, we've got to be downstairs soon."

    Corryn finished getting ready, putting her hair into a messy bun and applying a light coat of make-up. She brushed her teeth and waited until the absolute last moment to finish putting on her outfit for the day: a pair of black leggings, a cropped tan hoodie, and some tennis shoes. She could only assume that their first task would have some sort of athletic component to it. Completely ready, she plopped down in a lounge chair in the corner, scrolling through her phone. There were several emails and texts, all from work giving a little bit of insight into her lack of an actual social life. Cory responded promptly to all of them, pausing when she got to one from her father, asking for a status update. If she were being honest, she didn't really know how to respond to that. So, for now, she didn't, simply slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Are you almost ready?"








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Abel Rothenberg.



  • Abel had taken his time in the shower the night before, he did all of his best thinking under the pressurized stream of magma-hot water. He turned the idea of being truthful with Olivia over in his mind, weighing out the pros and cons. It was the same thing he did the night he packed up and 'left,' or was forced out really. Unfortunately, though, things hadn't changed much in their few years apart. And he came to the same conclusion: Liv's life was better off without him in it. He exited the shower and dressed into nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants. Abe barely caught sight of Olivia's face as she slipped past him into the bathroom, but he hadn't missed the tears.

    The next morning, the blonde man awoke from the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. He had opted to sleep in bed with Liv, though it probably wasn't his best idea. When he opened his eyes, he realized he had rolled over in his sleep, and his face was mere inches from her. Abel did his best to move away without waking her, immediately hopping out of bed to get dressed. It only took him a few minutes to get ready, clad in a tee shirt and joggers. The sound of his phone vibrating violently on the nightstand, and Abe wanted nothing more than to ignore it. But as soon as it began vibrating a second time, he knew full well who was on the other end.

    Abel grabbed the phone and a pack of cigarettes before slipping out on to the balcony connected to their room. He took the time to light a cancer stick and inhale, answering the phone on what was probably its last ring before going to voicemail. "Hello," the blonde said, his voice deep from sleep. There was a pause on the other side, and he thought maybe he had gotten lucky. But then a voice said, "You haven't paid your tab, Rothenberg. You don't have much time yet before it goes to collections." Abe was all too aware that that was a euphemism for something far more sinister. "Don't worry, I'm working on it now," he responded, his tone even. There was a silent pause followed by a quick, "You better be." And then the click of a hang up ended the conversation. Abel let out a deep sigh, inhaling from his cigarette once again. What a fucking mess.








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Kaya


Montgomery

mood.
shit, Kaya, seriously??!!

location.
their room

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click!

interactions.
Cain ( apolla apolla )



Seeing Cain come out of the bathroom, his signature smirk on his lips, just a towel wrapped around his waist, it really gave Kaya run for her money. Her hands gripped the soft blanket and she felt goosebumps all over her body, skin tingling as she knew exactly where this whole situation was heading. And she started to hate herself for secretly wanting it. She and Cain always worked. If everything else failed, they definitely worked in bed. Kaya’s mouth went dry as Cain spoke to her, her whole body reacted to the show in front of her, especially when the towel flew away and her eyes immediately looked where she was not supposed to. Kaya really hoped the lock would keep Cain away. Not because she was afraid of him being way too handsy and all that jazz. She was afraid that she herself would not be able to resist.

And that was exactly the case. The second his ripped form covered her tiny body and their lips met, Kaya knew she lost and gave in, kissing Cain back as if they never broke up. Ask her now, she would definitely blame the amount of wine that disappeared down her throat during the dinner. But at that moment, she wanted him.

It was the first hint of the morning sun, its first rays piercing through the shutters on windows, that woke Kaya up. She squirmed under the sheets, blinking a few times before she opened her eyes and turned around in bed with a yawn. A body next to her was still sleeping and Kaya frowned a little when she saw that naked back. Only then she realized that she herself was not really dressed and her mind returned her to the night before, more squirms, hot kisses, moans and so much more. Kaya’s eyes went wide immediately. “Shit…” she hissed and immediately sat up, holding a blanket tight to her front. “Dammit, Kaya!” she shook her head, looking around to see what she could use as clothes.

There was nothing. Fucking figures. A towel laid crumpled on the ground nearby, her PJ top was on the other side of the room and she could not see the bottom or her underwear anywhere. Peachy. For sure. Kaya could just slap herself. Cameras were everywhere and she was wearing her birthday suit. Wasn’t this amazing? Shaking her head again, the petite brunette pulled on the blanket, wrapping it around herself as best as she could and rolled out of the bed, holding the thing tighter than ever. A few grumbles and cusses left her lips as she made her way to the suitcase, still not unpacked, and grabbed some clothes.

Since she went straight to bed last night and indulged in some intense bed games with Cain, shower was more than welcome. Thanks to Cain’s eagerness to leave the bathroom, the door was now impossible to lock which made Kaya huff again. She would have to be quick or else…no, she would have to be quick.

And quick she was indeed, leaving the shower after not more than fifteen minutes. The blanket was still on the ground in front of the shower so Kaya kicked it away and finally got dressed in a fresh set of clothes. Looking at her reflection, she brushed her wet hair, frowning at the woman in the mirror. “I swear to god, woman. One more time and I’ll cut you.” she growled at herself and pulled out a hair dryer. It was still just the beginning of this whole circus and she already fucked up. God, she needed a cigarette. Right now. Throwing the hair dryer away, Kaya decided that she needed that dose of nicotine. Maybe sun could dry her hair or whatever. Instead, she rummaged through her purse until she found her pack of smokes and vanished on the balcony, lighting her first cancer stick of that day.


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Declan


Bennet

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dinner table

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Nat ( Desert_Blossom Desert_Blossom )



Declan knew he was playing with fire when he almost cornered Natalie. It was not his plan to seduce her into something (though if she decided to go for it, he would not stop her), rather mess with her a little. He was not blind and could see he was having effect on her. And she was having effect on him as well, the two still had it. Maybe, just maybe, it was all a mistake. Not coming here and show the whole nation how fucked up they could be. But breaking up. Maybe they were hasty and just incredibly petty, maybe they could have given it more time and…it was all just a huge maybe.

She was so close, yet so far. Standing so close to his first love, the girl he never really stopped loving, not entirely, was both tantalizing and painful. Natty might have been a lot of things but a doormat was not one of them. She knew what she wanted and followed her dreams. If she said no, she meant it and there was no way of changing her mind. But in this short intimate moment, Dec felt how she leaned into him even if it was just for a little moment. She did it. Her hands landed on his chest, separated from his already hot skin only by the thin fabric of his shirt. Her own hands radiated warmth Dec knew so well and his name rolled off her tongue easily, caressing his ears. Declan yearned to lean closer and see for himself whether her lips still tasted like coffee and strawberries. At leas to Declan, that was how he remembered it.

But the daydream was soon gone with her saying she did not know the man he was anymore. Hands on his chest pushed him away and Natalie disappeared in the bathroom. Declan exhaled, let out all that air he had no idea he was holding and stared at the bathroom door for a moment. “There’s that…” he muttered under his breath and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off. Once Natalie was done with her shower, he went in after her and that was it for their interactions for the evening. Oh and a small, quiet goodnight when Declan slipped under the sheets, even wearing a T-shirt to go with his PJ pants. Something he did only very rarely.

The morning came rather quickly and Declan had to say he got up grumpier than he had gone to bed. He did not manage to get in a lot of sleep. New place, new bed and way too many thoughts whirling in his head were keeping him up for most of the night. When the room became flooded by morning sun, Declan decided it was time to get out of the bed. Ice cold shower and loads of black coffee were going to put him back on his feet in no time and wipe the fatigue from his eyes.

The football player dragged his feet to the shower again and winced when the cold water hit his muscles. It felt like millions of hot needles pierced through his body at the same time, a shock for organism. Something he always did when he needed to properly wake up in the morning. As much as he wanted to run back to warm bed, Dec clenched his teeth, placed his hands flat against the tile wall and pushed against it so he got his five obligatory minutes.

It took him a while to warm his body up again. Any other day, Dec would go for a morning run but today he decided to skip it, mainly because he didn’t sleep so his body was not ready for any kind of work out. Maybe later or in the evening. Or he could hit the gym, that was also an option. Instead, he just got dress very fast and his eyes stopped on a small bump in bed. For a moment, he pondered whether he should wake Natalie up or not, whether they were supposed to appear together now but then he decided against it. Maybe he could give her a bit more time to wake up on her own. And to keep himself occupied, Declan decided to make himself useful and started to put his clothes in the closet, folding them into neat piles of shirts, pants, shorts and sweatshirts. Just to pass time at least a little.

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The end of the night was a little blurry for Natalie thanks to the wine. What wasn't blurry though was that brief moment of standing so close with Delcan. Her shower had done little to wash away the feeling of his hands on her hips or the memory of how warm his chest had been, both of which lingered even as Natalie slid beneath the covers of their shared bed. Natalie replayed the fleeting conversation in her head over and over as she pretended to sleep, effectively ingraining it in her brain while everything else after dessert seemed to fade away into a foggy mist induced by the wine.

At first Natalie feared she would never be able to sleep, but at some point her exhaustion from the day won out and she drifted off. By the morning hours, she was so deep in slumber that she didn't even feel Declan get out of bed or hear the shower running. It wasn't until he began unpacking and the angle of the sun cast a beam of light directly onto her face that the blonde stirred.

Momentarily forgetting where she was, Natalie let out an audible yawn as she groaned a little, not appreciating the sun's rude awakening. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel the pounding headache, and Nat rolled over onto her side in an effort to prolong her sleep and delay the promised hangover a little longer. A sound from across the room caught her attention though, and she opened her eyes only to be met by the sight of her ex putting his things away in the closet. The blonde gasped a little, startled to find she wasn't at home like she'd expected to find herself, and she immediately pulled the cover over her head to hide what was likely a brilliant display of bedhead.

"Fuck..." She uttered to herself as everything came back to her, particularly that moment. Trying to flatten out her hair the best she could whilst under the covers, Natalie threw them off a few moments later and sat up in bed. She glanced around the room for a clock, but didn't find one immediately. "What time is it?" Nat asked, her voice a little groggy from sleep. "How long have you been up?" She added, noting that Declan looked freshly showered, dressed and was even getting to work unpacking. Had she overslept?

Natalie rubbed her hands over her face, massaging her temples in an attempt to appease the throbbing in her head. She needed ibuprofen, stat. With a deep breath and a mental peptalk, Natalie forced herself out of the bed and knelt down in front of her suitcase. A few curses escaped her lips as she tried to locate her painkillers, before being followed by a hum of success when her hand found the bottle at the bottom of the bag. Twisting the bottle open, Nat popped two pills in her mouth and swallowed them dry. Desperate times called for desperate measures and Natalie wasn't in the mood to look for a glass to get water.

"Has anyone from production come by yet?" The blonde asked, grabbing some clothes to change into as she headed towards the bathroom. She leaned against the frame of the door for a moment, watching Declan as she waited for his answer. If he was hungover, he didn't show it, and Natalie envied him. Whatever they had to do today, Nat was not looking forward to it and hoped it was something lowkey. Though she had a feeling that wouldn't be the case, as she recalled something about them participating in the first challenge today. Just great.





































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When Grayson finished undressing, he could feel Corryn's eyes on him as he made his way to the bathroom. He smirked a little, pleased that he had evened the score of leaving each other speechless, and he disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth satisfied with Cory's staring. Everything was a competition with them, even their sleepwear choices. Or lack thereof.

Once his teeth were brushed and face rinsed, Gray returned to the bedroom to find his ex already in bed. Sleeping next to the beautiful blonde was difficult, and a test of self control, but Gray somehow managed to keep to his side of the king size mattress throughout the night. Though it didn't help that everytime Cory moved in her sleep, she'd stir the air and the scent of her perfume would waft over to Gray, Memories of a time when he'd be burying his face against her neck while the slept would return, and he'd have to chase them away with thoughts of what competition might lay ahead the next day.

Morning arrived soon enough though, and without incident. Well, unless one counted being awoken from deep sleep by a pillow projectile an incident. Gray just grunted when the pillow hit him, grabbing it and covering his face with it. "Good morning to you too..." He grumbled from beneath his pillow shelter, as he came to on his own terms. It didn't take long though for Gray to wipe the sleep from his eyes and find the energy to start the day. Especially when he finally pushed the pillow aside and spotted Cory getting ready in her sports bra and panties. Damn.

"What are they gonna do? Start filming without us?" He asked, sitting up a little in bed. Despite being fully awake, Gray made no further move to leave his front row seat for watching the slender form of his ex move about the room as she got ready. Cory knew what she was doing, and Gray wasn’t complaining. She tied her hair up in another bun before disappearing into the bathroom to brush her teeth. It was only when she was fully dressed in her leggings and cropped hoodie that Gray realized that maybe he really should get a move on. Knowing Corryn, she'd be plenty happy competing for the both of them and he'd be left out.

Sliding out of bed, Gray stretched as he stood, his chiseled physique on full display for Corryn since she'd been parading around all morning in her underwear. Gotta keeping that score even. "Sleep well?" He asked as he made his way to the bathroom, turning the shower on to let it warm up before sticking his head back out. "You were talking in your sleep about how handsome I am, so you must have been having good dreams." He joked, winking at her before disappearing into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Despite initially allowing the water to warm up, Gray decided that a colder shower might actually be more appropriate this morning. Not one for chilly starts to the morning, Gray was only under the water long enough to wash his hair and body before hopping out. He dried himself off with one of the plush towels before wrapping it around his hips and grabbing his boxers from the floor. Exiting the bathroom just in time to be greeted by Corryn's question as to whether he was almost ready, he just chuckled a little.

"Aren't we a little impatient this morning..." Gray mused, tossing his boxers in a hamper before walking over to his stuff. Corryn slipped her phone back into her pocket and Gray just shook his head a little. "Is the outside world still turning without you?" He asked, grabbing clothes to change into.

It was tempting to treat Cory to a little show to remind her what she was missing, but Gray decided to play fair and slid his boxers on under the towel before letting it fall. He then pulled on a pair of grey basketball shorts, and threw a white tee over his shoulder. If he had to, he'd put it on later for filming, but if they were going to be doing anything physical for this first challenge, he didn't need extra fabric getting in the way.

"Well, ready when you are..." Gray said with a shrug. "Or, when the show is... You think we're allowed to like, leave our room, or do we need to be released?" He asked, going over to the door to test the handle. It opened, and he stuck his head out, but there was no one in sight. Well, there were security cameras that Gray could see, but no people in sight.





































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Although falling asleep had been difficult, once Olivia was there, it was almost like the whole evening hadn't even happened. She slept soundly, more sound than she'd slept in quite some time. Maybe others would speculate it was because she had Abel by her side again, but that couldn't be it, especially considering how their night had gone. She'd fallen asleep with tear stains on her pillow, and a sad song in her heart. And she even dreamed about him, about how their lives used to be. She could practically smell the grease from the cars in the garage while he worked, and she could hear the music coming from the speakers that she played as she 'helped'.

But when her eyes fluttered open, she realized that none of that was real. Not anymore. Besides her, the bed was empty. Had he really not been able to get away from her quick enough? As she lay there, wondering where he might be, her hand automatically stretched out to the spot where he'd crawled into bed with her last night. She'd felt him do so, and even though she didn't turn around to look, she knew they were sleeping back to back. As much as she wanted to turn around and touch him, hold him, she didn't move. And neither did he.

With a sigh, Liv finally pushed herself up, looking around the room. It wasn't hard to find Abe's hulking figure on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone to someone. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it another woman? Had he found someone else? Was that why he was acting so crazy? Feeling as though her stomach had dropped out of her body, she stood from the bed. She was halfway to the balcony before she realized what she was doing. Stopping herself dead in her tracks, she shook her head and turned around. Grabbing some clothes for the day, she disappeared into the bathroom to change.

When she exited the room a few minutes later, he was still outside. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Even though he didn't look like he was on the phone anymore, he still hadn't come in. Sure, he was smoking, but she also felt like he was avoiding her. But that was fine. She didn't want to play that game, and she was determined to show him that he still cared, and she knew it. After pulling on her shoes, she did walk to the balcony, sliding the door open and stepping out beside him. At first, she didn't look at him, but after a moment she couldn't resist. "Got one I can bum?" She asked him, nodding towards the pack. She didn't smoke; her agent would kill her. But it was the first icebreaker she thought of.






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Cain knew that Kaya would give in to him; she always did. And it wasn't as though he had a sick power hold over her, not really. If anything, they had one over each other, always had. No matter how much they fought, no matter how sharp her claws were, Cain always went back to Kaya and she always came back to him. It didn't matter that they could be considered toxic to others. To Cain and Kaya, they were each others perfect match. They were full of passion and life, and he was going to remind her of that as soon as he got out of the bathroom. And he did.

After their romp in the sheets, Cain passed out pretty quickly, his arm around Kaya's waist. He held her close to him, reminding both her and himself that they belonged together. The next morning arrived too quickly, and he stirred when he felt Kaya shift in the bed. Sometime during the night he'd turned his back to her, but now he could hear her curse to herself. It brought a smirk to his face, but he didn't move even as she grew more frantic. It was amusing to him, how she was acting. But he didn't want her to know that he was awake, listening to her every sound.

She got up, rummaged around in her suitcase and then headed for the shower. He remained where he was, even dosing off again for a few moments before she returned to the room. He opened his eyes just as she stepped out onto the balcony, a smirk appearing on his lips. A few moments later he pushed himself up to a sitting position, stretching his arms high above his head. He was still naked, but he didn't care as he threw the blanket back, standing. He decided to shower himself, but before he did, he approached the balcony and knocked sharply on it.

When Kaya looked back at him, he winked and gave her a two finger salute before he turned and headed into the bathroom with the ruined door. Not bothering to think twice about it, he showered and then got dressed for the day. Kaya was still outside when he was done, and he slid open the door to step outside after her. "You hiding from me out here?" He asked, smirking as he leaned on the railing beside her. He lit up the smoke he'd brought out with him, blowing a steady stream out of the corner of his lips. "Kinda hard to do that when we share a room, you know."






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Corryn Russell.



  • Corryn was a woman of many talents, and often had a lot of balls in the air that she fought to keep juggling. She oversaw several teams at her father's marketing firm as well as worked on several smaller, solo projects. The expensive laptop tucked away in her suitcase was her baby, held all of her most important clientele and projects behind several layers of encryption. Even though she had finished and postponed certain projects to go on that show, Cory longed to pull out her computer and get some work done. Because, even though she and Grayson agreed to not talk about work, he didn't say anything about actually working.

    On top of that, there was her father. Mr. Russell was a stern man, expecting the best and accepting absolutely nothing less. Even though she was his daughter, and despite what others might think, Corryn received no special treatment. She would be fired just like everyone else were she to fuck up. Regardless of how often she worked and how much she did to prove herself, colleagues often chalked up her success to nepotism. Hell, even Grayson had done so, constituting one of the largest fights they had ever had and creating what essentially the beginning of the end for their relationship. She was still a bit angry at him for it, thinking that she wasn't good enough to get the promotion on her own without her father's help. Deep down, those words still stung.

    Pulled from her thoughts by Grayson's voice, Corryn couldn't help but roll her eyes, letting a smile turn up the corners of her lips. "About as well as I could with how loud you snored," she shot back just as teasingly. "And I don't sleep talk. Even if I was, it was probably about some other 'Grayson' I know." The well-toned man slipped away to shower, but not before Cory had a moment to give him a once over. She most certainly remembered what it felt like to have that body against hers, and often missed it. But neither one of them was willing to put a relationship first, and so it could never work out... Right? The blonde shook the thoughts away, not wanting to venture down that path in her mind. Instead, she waited for Grayson to return while typing away on her phone.

    Upon Grayson's return, Corryn found herself looking at him again, focused on the eye candy aspect of it more than anything else. "You and I both know how opposite of patient I am," she answered with a shrug, pulling her gaze away from him. "And yes, everything is moving along just fine. But no work talk, remember?" She stood from the chair, tightening her bun before moving towards the door behind him. "I honestly don't want to wait for some show staff to corral us around like a pair of lost sheep. But then again, I don't know how these things work. So maybe it's best to wait and see?" Cory continued, placing a hand on the door to gently push it shut with both of them inside. Mere moments later, a loud knock was heard. Surprised at how perfect the timing seemed to be, she pulled open the door to reveal someone in a chef's outfit, rolling in a cart of covered trays and stopping it next to the bed. Without a word, they nodded and left, pulling the door shut behind them.

    "Well... that was certainly... interesting," Corryn said, glancing from the rolling cart now in their room to the door then to Grayson. Not one to turn down free food, she plopped down on the bed legs crossed. "It's been a while since we had breakfast in bed together," the marketing executive teased, smirking at the man. But that smirk faded a bit when memories started to flow back of that time. It had been the morning after an anniversary, one of the last truly good nights they had spent together before they separated. As far as dates go, that one would go down in history as most perfect as perfect could be. It was one of the few times Cory had consciously considered Grayson as more important to her than just a business partner. Not sure what the tightness in her chest was from, she pushed those memories away and offered her ex a softer smile. "Care to join me?"








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Abel Rothenberg.



  • After Abel had left the Kennedy Estate, he had to scrounge around for whatever work he could get. At the time, he thought he had gotten a respectable job as a mechanic in a local shop. It wasn't in the best part of town, but the owner was nice and seemed to really like him. At no point in time had he ever gotten the feeling that some dark things were happening behind the scenes. That is, not until he got a call late one night to come in and break down a 'junker' the owner had 'bought at an auction.' At first, Abel had thought nothing of it. Sure, the car was far from a junker, some foreign car that was probably less than ten years old and still operable. But it was very possible it could have been bought at an auction, and it wasn't Abe's place to question that. And so he removed the parts he was asked to remove and gave them to the owner.

    It was until he received that same phone call a few more times that the blonde man started to suspect something was quite right. The cars became newer and newer, some looking like they were literally just driven off the lot. He would remove the same parts over and over, thinking they were going to be used on future repairs. But those same parts would never show up in inventory, almost as though they never existed at all. Abe was suspicious, sure. But it was a well-paying job and he got bonuses for going in late. So he couldn't really complain. At least, not until two guys showed up to the shop demanding to know where their cars were. Without any idea what they were talking about, Abel couldn't give them the information that they wanted. Though he never lost the upper hand, he did leave that night was a black eye and the threat of an assault charge hanging over his head.

    Abel inhaled the bitter smoke from the cigarette, looking out over the property that the beach mansion sat on. The ocean glittered beneath the rising sun, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. How he wished he could own and live in a place like this all the time. He could've stood out their chain-smoking for hours, but the sound of the balcony door opening caught his attention. Nevertheless, Abe didn't turn around, knowing there was probably only one person it could be. She took up a spot alongside him, quiet for a moment. Letting out a breath, the blonde man glanced down at her, finding her looking back at him. Her question caught him off-guard, just enough so that he couldn't stifle a low chuckle. "You? Miss Kennedy herself? You want a cigarette? Somehow I don't believe you, Livvy." Regardless, he set the pack and his lighter on the railing for her to take if she actually wanted. "I didn't wake you, did I? I was trying to be quiet."








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Kaya fucked up and she knew it. She should have kept that control over herself and not let go right on the first night in the house. If Cain got this close…pfft, close? Kaya, wake up! How much closer could he get after this??? Anyway, if she let him control her like this already, there was no telling what else she could let him do. It was making her extremely angry but on the other hand, this was literally their MO. So many times Kaya had seen this scenario play out and maybe it should not even surprise her anymore. Cain definitely had some power over her and no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it, it was true. The closer he was, the more she could feel the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin, the more prominent the tingling of her skin was. She felt it crawling in desire and all she could think about was how good he could always make her feel. And that was exactly what happened last night. Well, those glasses of wine and overall excitement of him breaking the door and all that jazz were helping as well, wasn’t it?

But this was a show. And while Kaya was sure that last night they provided production with a lot of juicy material, judging from what she remembered from the night, there was an immense need in her to make sure not to let this happen again. She came here to win money not to let Cain fuck her. Whether figuratively or literally. Those were her thoughts as she made her way to the balcony and fished a cigarette from her pack, placing the filter between her lips. Warm morning breeze was whipping her face in the most pleasant way and she felt the salty air all around. Maybe if she could let go of that negativity, she could enjoy herself here. But it was Cain. It was always Cain who brought all those feelings in her. At least that was what the tiny bartender kept telling to herself.

The sharp knock on the window made her jump and she almost choked on the smoke in her lungs as her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Looking over her shoulder, her cheeks were immediately covered in warm blush as her eyes found naked Cain there. And there was his face as well though that was definitely not the first thing Kaya noticed. Her startled grimace was immediately replaced by an eye roll and she put on her indifferent face. Yeah, whatever. Naked Cain. Been there, done that. Go ahead, Kaya, lie to yourself. Maybe trying it for millionth and once time it will work. She brought the cigarette back to her lips again and tried to calm her heart rate down. Could it be thought that she and…? No! No way. Do not even go there, Kaya. He didn’t come back, he left. And so did you. You’re over and he’s your ex. That is the whole point. Remember, dumbass?

Of course, before she managed to get inside, Cain joined her on the balcony. A few moments after she finished her smoke. And the second he spoke she was in a mood for another one so she found her pack again only to lit up her second cigarette before she even had coffee or breakfast. The girl didn’t fail to notice how prominent his muscles were, highlighted by the top hanging from his shoulder. It brought the memory of her fingers tracing those hard pecs last night and Kaya, once again, hated herself for letting him have such influence over her. “No one is hiding, Cain.” she rolled her eyes, taking a long drag from her cancer stick. “Though I wish you’d make yourself useful and go get us some breakfast. Since apparently, I’m stuck with you for two months. That’s the least you could do, hm?” she chirped in a fake tone and as if on cue, her stomach rumbled. Well, she did work some appetite apparently. Burned last night’s dinner properly.


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How there was no pressure in his head Declan couldn’t really comprehend but he wouldn’t complain. Wine hangover was the last thing that he needed on the first day of shooting. Well, technically second but the evening before, Declan didn’t really count. Though cameras were all around, the real competition starting today and the football star was ready. No matter how they started last night, no matter how much barking and insults were thrown or even tears shed, they really needed to get their shit together and reinvent that perfect class president and quarterback dynamics because only then they had a chance to succeed. The couples here all seemed to have issues. One was not even able to get through the whole dinner together, the other seemed to be more interested in fucking than anything else and the third couple was just…bland.

Waking up by Natalie’s side brought Declan back for a moment. Back all those years when they actually worked perfectly. And since they mentioned his old flat, he was also thinking about it. It was a true love nest and when Natty was helping him to get the furniture and make sure everything worked together, Dec really thought they were doing it for them both, that they were going to live there together once college was over. Though Nat was his first serious girlfriend, he really saw her as his endgame. Until…well. No point in crying over spilled milk now, was there? Instead of pondering over could have beens, Dec pushed up from the bed and headed to the shower.

It was only a bit later when he was bored enough to clean up and unpack his clothes that he heard rustling of the sheets and looked back at the bed just in time to see the blonde head disappear under the sheets. Stifling a chuckle, he went back to his suitcase and waited for Natalie to venture out again. And so she did after a while but Dec was not watching every second of what she did. He only really looked at her when she spoke directly to him. A soft smile appeared on his face as his gaze was gliding up and down her body. He almost forgot how beautiful she was. Despite of her own possible thoughts about bed hair and all that, Declan liked her the most in the morning. It was the real her. No makeup, no hairdo, just her, Natty, in her PJs, slightly groggy eyes, cute button nose and that overall expression of a kitten who was still not properly up. In that moment, he knew he missed those mornings way more than he pretended to.

“No one yet. I guess we should go get some breakfast. Or I could go and hunt us something to eat here? Or the balcony?” he offered options, throwing the last pair of tennis shoes in the closet, zipped his suitcase up and rolled it inside as well so it would not be in a way for either of them. He had his hoodie on, still unzipped, and threw its hood on his head the way he always wore it. There was a high chance he was gonna lose that item later that day, especially if the tasks or whatever the production had ready for them were going to be physical. But it worked for now. “You still take your coffee as before?” he asked, offering an olive branch after he had gone after her last night like he did. The whole big issue between them was still there and that was nothing Declan was going to apologize for. But it didn’t mean he would be an ass because there was no need to. And coffee always made things a bit better, didn’t it?

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Leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, Natalie watched Declan put away the last of his stuff. The night before he'd slept with a shirt on, but now his hoodie was unzipped, exposing his perfectly chiseled chest and abs. Maybe it was the hangover, but it was hard for Natalie to focus on what he was saying when he was standing there like a Greek god statue.

"Ooh, coffee?" She echoed, perking up at his offer to go find something to eat and checking in about how she took her coffee these days. "That sounds amazing. Yeah, I take it the same..." Nat replied, an appreciative smile starting to form on her lips. Maybe she'd been a little harsh last night when she told Declan that she didn't know who he was now. Despite the less than ideal end to the night, he was still offering an olive branch, and Natalie didn't want to be the one to keep making things difficult. "Dec, I..." She started, before a knock on the door disrupted her thought.

The blonde left her clothes on the counter of the bathroom as she put a pin in changing to reluctantly answer the door. Nat said a quiet prayer that it wasn't the production team telling them that filming was starting now, but she was beyond relieved when a cart of silver trays were wheeled in by a server. Natalie didn't even have time to ask how long they had to eat breakfast before the server disappeared as quickly as they appeared and the door shut again.

"Well... I guess this saves you a trip..." Nat said, glancing from the trays over to Declan, her previous thought of perhaps apologizing for last night forgotten. She hadn't eaten anything last night, which was definitely a major contributor as to why she was hungover when Declan looked fine. Her stomach was on the verge of growling as she lifted the lid off one of the trays to expose a plate of french toast and fresh fruit. Her appetite may have been gone the night before, but she had no qualms eating now. Hopefully it would help make her feel better.

"But thank you for offering to hunt down coffee." Nat added, pouring herself a cup from the pot included on the tray. She added two creamers and a pack of raw sugar to it, before stirring it with a spoon. Deciding this was her opportunity to return the peace offering, she poured a second cup of coffee for Dec, fixing it the way he used to drink it out of habit before realizing he might have changed the way he took it since becoming a pro-athlete. "Ugh, you can pour this out if you have more refined tastes these days." She said teasingly, not meaning it as a shot at him. She'd made that mistake last night and didn't need to repeat it.

Careful not to spill the cups of coffee, Natalie pushed the cart over to the balcony door. "Is it cool to eat outside?" She asked, before realizing that he didn't actually have to eat where she did. "Or ugh..." Nat trailed off, plucking a grape from her plate and popping it into her mouth to keep from talking more as she grabbed her plate and coffee and took it out to the balcony. She set it down on the little table out there, taking a seat. The fresh air was much needed, and as she took a sip of the caffeine elixir, she could feel the ibuprofen begin kicking in. Phew!





































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Corryn's retort about him snoring just made Grayson chuckle as he headed to the bathroom to shower. "I feel bad for that other Grayson then, because there's no way he could ever live up to me... and you know it" He smirked as he shut the bathroom door behind him. It only took him a few minutes to shower, before he reemerged in a towel, washed and ready for the day. Well, ready for the day sans clothing.

"Hey, I just asked about the outside world, not work... You're the one who just broke the rule and brought it up." Gray laughed with a shrug as he got dressed. Once clad, he went over to the door, peeking outside as he asked Corryn what she thought they were supposed to do. Making an executive decision that they should wait until being told they could leave, Corryn pushed the door that Gray had opened shut again. Before Gray could even protest that he was getting a little hungry and stir crazy in the bedroom being kept in the dark by production.

Luckily, it was as if someone read his mind, because just then a knock on the door announced the arrival of breakfast, and Corryn opened the door to allow a chef to wheel in their meal. Gray glanced at Cory when she commented that their sudden food delivery was interesting. "I have a feeling this is going to be a theme of this summer..." He chuckled a little, before raising an eyebrow as Cory plopped down on the bed and brought up breakfast in bed.

"Yes, it has..." Gray agreed, sliding the cart over to the edge of the bed. Corryn's smirk softened into a smile, and the tall man couldn't help but accept her invitation to join her on the bed. "How can I resist?" He smiled, the urge to peck her on the lips like he had the last time he wheeled a breakfast cart over to their bed almost taking over. Instead, he lifted the lids off the trays, setting them on the lower shelf of the cart, before jumping onto the bed next to his ex. If he recalled correctly though, they hadn't spent as much time eating breakfast in bed the last time, as starting to eat in bed... and then being distracted.

After pulling a few pillows over to prop himself up, he reached across Cory to grab his plate from the tray. "You're not gonna make a mess though, are you? Should I get a towel to put across the bed?" He teased, sitting up a little more to better use the utensils. He stabbed his fork into the french toast on his plate. "If they don't come fetch us after breakfast, I'm for sure hitting that gym after two of these meals in a row." He said before taking a bite. He moaned a little, enjoying the taste. "I'm gonna be in trouble this summer."

Though Gray was talking about being in trouble with eating too much food, he also had a feeling that he was gonna be in trouble with Corryn too. It was so tempting to just pull her over to him so they could lounge together in the king sized bed. Breakfast in bed was definitely a romantic touch, and he knew the show was doing this on purpose... but it was hard not to fall for it. Maybe if Corryn wasn't as amazing as she was, it would be easier... but that wasn't the case. He'd been with her for a reason. And while their relationship hadn't been the most conventionally romantic, it had its moments. Like that morning after they celebrated their anniversary.

"Brings back memories..." Gray heard himself say aloud, despite only meaning to think it. His blue eyes darted over to Cory, and he winced a little, not particularly being one to bring up sentimental things. "Last time breakfast in bed came with dessert though." He added, trying to make a joke of it.





































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olivia




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The night before hadn't gone anything like Olivia planned. Not that she could plan fully, considering she hadn't known who would show up here as her opposite. But when the curtain had lifted and revealed Abel on the other side, she couldn't deny that she'd had a small sliver of hope in her heart that things could go back to how they used to be. But she realized now that that might not be possible, especially if Abel himself wasn't receptive to her or anything she said or did. He'd left her crying alone in their room the night before, and as far as she knew, hadn't touched her all night. It was heartbreaking to Olivia, but what could she do?

After she exited the bathroom, changed for the day and ready to go, she realized Abel had never come in from the balcony. She could just sit on the bed and hide from him, or she could face him. She'd have to face him at some point, so she ultimately decided on the latter. He didn't turn to look at her, not until she took up the space beside him. Unable to stop herself from looking at him, her breath caught in her throat when he turned his face to hers. She wanted to find something, anything, to break the uncomfortable silence between them. And maybe it was just uncomfortable on her part, but either way, she hated it.

Hearing the familiar nickname come from his lips, she smiled softly, still feeling as though there was unspoken awkwardness there. But him using 'Livvy' was a start. As he set the pack between them, she reached for it, opening it and pulling one of the cancer sticks out. Setting the pack back down, she shook her head as she placed the filter between her lips. "You didn't." She told him, her eyes flicking back to him for a second before they focused on the lighter again. She fumbled with it, flicking it a few times before the flame actually lit up, and she brought it to the end of the cigarette.

The thing lit up and smoke rushed into her mouth as she inhaled, coughing immediately. She pulled the cigarette out from between her lips, her fingers curling around the banister as she struggled to breathe. The fit only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever before she looked at the cigarette again, then held it out to him to take. "Okay, that is terrible." She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. "That honestly never gets any better. I still don't understand why you do it." She might have said more, but a knock on the door from inside paused her. She glanced back at him before she pushed off the banister, heading inside to answer it, finding a food tray on a cart outside. Pulling it inside the room, she left it in the center of the room before she went back to the balcony door. "Come on. They sent us breakfast."






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Cain could have stood there studying Kaya for hours, but he decided to just rap on the window instead, grinning widely as he saw her jump. She only looked over her shoulder, but he still recognized the red blush on her face as he stood there, naked and proud. He watched as she rolled her eyes and cleared her expression, but it was already too late, and he knew that she knew that. Chuckling to himself as she turned away from him, he decided to use this time to get dressed and ready for the day himself. He managed to get on the balcony beside her before she found her way back inside, his teasing words floating in the air between them.

She lit up another cigarette as he lit up his first, and the two smoked in silence for a moment until Kaya spoke, rolling her eyes yet again. "You keep doing that and your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head." He told her, the same thing he used to tell her whenever they fought and she'd roll her eyes. She brought up breakfast and he laughed, turning to face her fully now. "What do you want, princess? Eggs and bacon? Cereal? Dry toast?" He was mocking her but not in a mean way, not this time. He laughed before he took another drag off of his cigarette.

A knock on the door stopped him from saying anything else, and he glanced back at Kaya with a curious look. "For you?" He asked, winking before he set his still lit cigarette in the ashtray. Making his way back inside, he headed for the door and opened it, seeing a tray there on top of a cart. He lifted the top off of the tray and whistled at the display before he dragged the cart inside. "Looks like you got your wish, Kaya." He motioned for her to come inside, setting the lid aside to show her everything that sat on the tray in front of him. "Everything I mentioned, and more."

Deciding he wanted to finish his cigarette, he walked back onto the balcony and grabbed it, his eyes on Kaya for a few more moments. There were only a few drags left of the smoke so once he finished it, he put it out completely and waltzed back inside, plopping down in one of the chairs after grabbing a piece of bacon. "This shit's bomb." He said as he stuffed it in his mouth, leaning forward to grab another. Leaning back in the seat, he lifted his gaze to Kaya again. "So you were up early." He commented suddenly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Got alot on your mind? Or do I just need to make you more tired next time?"






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Corryn Russell.



  • Despite her good lucks and intelligence, relationships were never easy for Corryn. Work and her career had always come first, as she was more focused on fighting her way to the top than settling down and creating a well-rounded life for herself. Most of the time, the blonde didn't mind the path that was chosen for her, partially by her father and partially by herself. She told herself that her career was where she made all of her accomplishments, and everything else was second fiddle, less important. That's how she ended up ghosting men after one-night-stands and breaking it off with friends-with-benefits after they got a bit too close. Her relationship with Grayson was one of the only real interactions she had had with a partner, one of the only ones she actually cared about. But one thing she could never figure out was why things with him were different.

    Sure, Grayson was smart as a whip, creative, and handsome as hell. But so were many of the other men she had been with. There was something more with him, and she had never been able to put a label on what it was. By the look on his face as he brought the cart over, she half-expected him to kiss her. And part of her wouldn't have been too opposed. However, the other part was still stuck on the 'sleeping with the enemy' mantra instilled in her. Thankfully, Gray simply lifted the lids from the trays before taking a set on the bed alongside her. She could smell the soap from his shower on him as he reached across her, but decided to ignore it. Cory was already aware that she was attracted to Grayson, but apparently, some small things could still catch her off-guard.

    The blonde grabbed her own plate from the cart, grinning as she assessed the french toast, eggs, and bacon that were arranged there. "If I recall, those messes from breakfasts in bed past were your fault. You kept distracting me," she shot back in a teasing tone, blue eyes glancing at him with a smirk playing on her lips. Sure, maybe she had wanted to be distracted anyway. But still. Taking a bite of her own, Corryn nodded in agreement, savoring the rich flavors. "Definitely going to be a gym-once-a-day routine if this continues." They ate in comfortable silence for a moment, and she felt her mind wander back into the land of nostalgia. That was where she was when she sat her plate back on the cart, already full, and Gray mentioned memories of similar situations. Almost as if on instinct, Cory cheekily responded, "Play your cards right, and it could come with dessert again."

    It took a moment for her to realize what she had said, and the normally unphased marketing executive felt her cheeks flush ever so slightly. She hadn't meant to say that, but because of where her mind was at and how familiar the whole situation was, she couldn't help it. Turning her icy blue gaze back to the man alongside her, she was sure there was embarrassment clearly written on her face as she met Grayson's gaze. "Sorry, I didn't mean..." Corryn said softly, trying to figure out what it was that she did mean. As much as she would love to replay those memories, she couldn't squelch the voice in the back of her head reminding her what she was there for, and that they were exes. With a smile, she let out a light laugh and shook her head. "Sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment for a second. Don't mind me."








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Abel Rothenberg.



  • The previous night had certainly been rough, grappling with the thoughts of whether or not Abel should tell Olivia the truth or continue to hide it from her for her own safety. Ultimately, he stood by his decision, even if it meant she hated him for it. And the phone call he received that morning ascertained that decision. Because at the end of the day, he was only ever seen as the troublemaker, the criminal, the one that would ruin her life if she let him. That was the way of the Rothenberg brothers. Taking one final inhale from his cigarette, Abe stamped it out against the railing, putting the slightly tinged filter into an ashtray on the balcony side table. He watched with mild intrigue as Olivia took one of his cigarettes, placing it between her delicate soft lips. The blonde made longed to taste her lips again, and if they had still been together, hidden away from her father's watchful eyes, he would have.

    But, unfortunately, they weren't on both fronts. Cameras were on them at all times, and Abel would be surprised if Mr. Kennedy didn't have a man on the inside keeping track of their every move to make sure he didn't break their original deal. "Good, I hope you slept well," he answered with a soft smile, turning his body to face hers as he leaned against the railing. It would seem that she wasn't as upset as the night before, and that was at least a positive. He didn't want her to be constantly upset when he was around. She fumbled with the lighter in such an adorable way that Abe almost reached out to help her. But just before he could, she successfully lit the end of the cigarette. The blonde man couldn't hide the surprise from his expression as she inhaled and immediately started coughing. Abel reached out to help but caught himself as the fit ended.

    "I warned you," he said with a grin, taking the cigarette from her and inhaling it. The smoke escaped through his parted lips and floated into the air above their heads, dissipated into nothing. "It's an acquired taste," he mused in a teasing tone, "And it keeps the stress at bay. Better than some other, more illegal alternatives anyway." Almost as soon as she had joined him, Olivia disappeared back inside their room to answer a knock at the door, and Abel let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. She always stole his breath when she was around, even after those few years apart. Abe could feel the pull between them, and he wanted nothing more than to succumb to it. Finishing off the cigarette, he heard Liv peak out the door once again, bringing news of breakfast.

    Stamping out the second cigarette and placing it alongside the first, Abel followed the brunette inside, pausing at the cart in the center of the room. "Well this place certainly pulls out all the stops," he commented, eyeing the silver cloches. Removing them and setting them on the bottom of the car, Abe felt his mouth water at the sight of more delicious food. He hadn't eaten this well since he had lived on the Kennedy estate and Liv would bring things to his guest house for their stay-in dates. "Want to eat on the balcony? There are a couple of chairs out there, and it's pretty nice this morning."








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Cain ( apolla apolla )



This whole situation Kaya found herself in was complicated. It reminded her of so many times before with one small difference. All those times before, she returned to Cain willingly. Naturally, she couldn’t stay away from him. They were very toxic but the raw magnetism between them brought the couple together every time. No matter how bad the fight was, no matter what they said to each other, how they hurt the other person, physically or emotionally, they always found their way back to the small apartment. It was usually Kaya who left but was always back a few days later, Cain was there and they made up. But here, she was not looking for him, she didn’t want to see him (really, Kaya? Didn’t you?). It was the show’s production to put them in the same room and well, they probably knew how to shoot those ratings up to the sky.

Kaya wasn’t ready for Cain. That was her biggest issue here, one she would never admit out loud. Every time, she had it firmly in her hands and returned to their place with refilled ammo. Here, she was posed in front of the only man she ever truly loved and hated at the same time and her guns were empty. She needed to improvise, something she utterly hated and was extremely bad at. If last night was any proof. Her first attempt to get rid of Cain and avoid making a mistake right away ended up with them rolling in the sheets for most of the night and Kaya realized that he still knew how to touch her so she would purr for him. And while it was exciting as hell, it also scared the shit out of her.

Snarky comments and attitude were her only weapons here and that was what she had on repeat ever since Cain approached her last night. Apparently, the viewers already saw her as the royal bitch and while she had no idea how the other couples fared during their dinner, she was sure that none of those girls showed up as much fire as Kaya did. Her wall of attitude was still up even in the morning when Cain joined her on the balcony. Did he really have to look that good? Why did his arms have to look like they could lift steel girders like nothing? At least his comments on her rolling her eyes kept half of her focus straight. Kaya hated that comment and he knew it. Trying to avoid another bitch fest, she rather asked about breakfast to which Cain gave her a few options. “I don’t…” she started to hiss that she didn’t really care when the knock on the door came.

While Cain was away, Kaya finished her second cigarette and put the butt out before walking inside. Display of breakfast in front of her took her breath away. It was quite a change after her usual coffee and cigarette morning routine. “Okay, I could really get used to this.” she murmured, repeating the sentence from last night. Reaching for a cup, she filled it with coffee and splashed a little creamer in it. She just took her first sip when Cain returned from finishing his cigarette and of course, he was already opening his big fat mouth. “It’s just sad, Cain.” Kaya commented dryly to his question of making her more tired next time. “Whoever the whore is you’ve been fucking, she’s costing you stamina.” Kaya added, smirk plastered across her face as she filled her plate with eggs and bacon, adding a toast to it. A small sigh escaped her lips as she took a seat and looked at Cain, trying to ignore his smug smirk. “Cain…why did you leave?” she asked, no snark, no hidden agenda. Just a real genuine interest in why he left her alone.


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