REAGAN'S POV.

"Why do you look constipated?”

Those are the first words that come out of Kyle's mouth the moment he walks into my office. He's staring at me intensely and Ronald invites himself to the show. Now they are both staring down at me as though expecting me to make a confession.

Sighing heavily, I rise from my seat and round the table. Their eyes are still glued on me as I perch on the edge of the table and cross my ankles.

"I look constipated because I am."

"It's eight in the morning and you're already constipated, what did you eat?"

"I can't even remember. Selena served me a bunch of meals this morning."

"Selena made you food?" Kyle asks, aghast. I nod calmly.

"And you ate the food?" Ronald sounds terrified as he chimes in his question. I shoot him an alarmed look.

"Why would you it like that? Did I do something wrong?"

"Not wrong, but dangerous. We asked you to live with her so we could get Intel, not eat meals prepared by her." Ron cautions firmly.

"Well... what was I supposed to do?"

"Say no."

suspension. I don't want her sensing that I really don't give two fucks about her. That's why I had to eat the food

Silence.

what follows my

stares before turning to look at

"Makes sense, right?"

while Kyle sighs in exasperation as he runs a hand over his tired looking

many interactions with her last night and this morning. I want a

Kyle

some good news."

"Good news?"

"Yeah."

go first, Ron."

last phase of the competition

That's some

out has been forwarded to the crew in charge of the competition.

Ronald. This

will

warning to other contestants

such a trick.

this.e stretching my

which ha calmly

just doing my

Thank you." I turn to Kyle who

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255