Page 113 of The Bodyguard

From the moment she did the audition for the first Memories of Us movie, she’s turned into a narcissist.

Everything is now about her.

I thought it would be a flop. It wasn’t. Then the money started rolling in and she kept every single dollar for herself.

Listen, I know her family were assholes to her growing up. But blood is thicker than water and all that. It’s completely unfair she has this much money and stands by watching her mom pay a mortgage.

And her sister struggle with a student debt.

I am now closer to Ivy than Savannah, and both of us agree she is greedy and selfish.

“I never thought she had any talent, but you believed in her. If anyone deserves to share in her riches, you do.” Her mom said to me one day when I was over for lunch. “What have you got? Nothing.”

It got me thinking.

I laid awake night after night stewing about it as Savannah swanned around America, all over the TV. Every social media page in the fucking universe showed her face.

Then one day, I came up with a plan.

I told her I’d lost my job and sobbed while she consoled me. I felt a little bad for lying.

Okay, no I didn’t.

Not when I heard she’d earned twelve million dollars for the first movie, and that doesn’t include the franchise shares she’d been offered.

I know that because she told me when she was negotiating the deal.

So it’s a lot. More than we expected because the movie was wildly and unexpectedly popular.

They’ve turned her into a fucking Barbie doll now.

Yet Savannah still hasn’t shared a single dollar with her family or her best friend. Me. So when I told Ivy she’d employed me, we were hoping it would help us manipulate her into sharing some of her wealth.

So far I’ve failed.

Working for her only exacerbated my feelings. I’m now her fucking employee. She bosses me around telling me what to do, but soon after starting I realized I didn’t care about the money all that much.

I had met Nick.

Nick Marciano. The Italian stallion...and let me tell you, yes, he is.

The day I was introduced to him, I fell in love. Right there on the spot. I know half of America is in love with him, but I mean real, genuine, romantic love. The way he smiled at me, right into my eyes, I just melted.

It started with flirting, and then he’d lean in and whisper things in my ear when no one was looking.

When we were filming on location, I waited for him to make a more serious move.

To kiss me.

Or invite me to his trailer.

Yes, he flirted with others on the set, but with us, it was different.

I hated watching him act with Savannah, and Nick knew it. He’d pat my bottom between takes and say don’t be jealous, I bet you’re way better in bed. Like he’d actually fucked her.

I began to get furious, wondering if they had. The media goes on and on about it, driving me insane. Nick refuses to tell me if he has.

Which means he has.

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