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    The Contestant 2: The Constestant, #2
    The Contestant 2: The Constestant, #2
    The Contestant 2: The Constestant, #2
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    The Contestant 2: The Constestant, #2

    By Myra Song

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    Mallory

    I'm one girl. A girl who likes to pretend that she's someone else. Who likes to hide from a world who won't let her.

    I'm one celebrity. I won a show by losing a bunch of weight. If I'd known the price of winning, I never would have played. Now my body, which has regained some of its former curves, is under a microscope. It feels like my identity is tied solely to the number on a scale.

    It was one wrong number. I pretended to be someone I'm not and now? Now I'm in deep with two guys. Deep in lust and deep in trouble.

    Jacob and Ares

    We're two guys. Two fabulously rich, self-made friends.

    We share a dark past. We share an apartment now, and a business we've put our backs and hearts into. We're going to share a future. When we see Mallory, with her vibrant red hair and delicious, curvy body, everything we have is at risk. Can we share a woman?

    Two personalities. Jacob is a storm, dark and churning. He's a powderkeg, ready to blow. Ares is relaxed, golden like the summer sun. Cross him? He'll freeze you out. Two minds at odds, yet forever linked.

    Three lives thrown together. Three mouths greedily seeking passion. Six hands that can't get enough. Twenty toes peeking out from covers. A hundred reasons why this is a bad idea.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNow and Wren Publishing
    Release dateSep 14, 2016
    ISBN9781386348238
    The Contestant 2: The Constestant, #2

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      The Contestant 2 - Myra Song

      Mallory

      Okay, now shit’s getting ridiculous. My kitchen is filled with just about everything a girl could want to eat if she was having a bad week. Cookies. Brownies. Pies. Don’t forget savory, too. There’s the charcuterie plate, with slices of scrumptious salamis and cheeses. The croissants. A fucking fruit basket.

      The dining room table is heavy with flowers. My living room has DVD’s. And my bedroom? Let’s just say Jacob and Ares have excellent taste in lingerie.

      My heart has already started to rebound, but the gifts keep coming. Finally, I text Jacob and Ares.

      Thanks, but I don’t have room for anything else! Am feeling quite spoiled now.

      Their replies came in seconds later.

      You’re welcome.

      And

      Can’t wait to see you again.

      Well, well. Me neither. In fact, I’m currently soaking in a bath turned luxurious, thanks to the bath bombs delivered to my door. The water is steaming, but that doesn’t stop my body from heating up as I think about their two hot bodies pressed onto either side of me. I’ve always been the one holding myself up. Carrying the mental fatigue that can come from being a chubby girl in a world where svelte means sexy. I’ve taken care of myself, my mother, and even the other contestants when I was on Lose it All.

      When Ares and Jacob are pressed into me, their strong arms wrapped tight around, I feel weightless. Supported. Like for once in my life, I can just let go and rely on someone else. Or, in this case, two someones.

      A business trip. In another two hours I’ll be getting on a plane, getting away from that dreadful office, and spending some much desired quality time with my favorite two fellas.

      Remembering the office is painful. While I appreciate that Jacob pulled me aside to tell me what Adrianne had done, I’m under no illusion that they guys don’t know. I know how groups of people worked. I saw it on the show, especially. How quickly rumors fly. Nothing’s a secret in a place like that.

      Now my skin is burning and it isn’t lust or the bathwater. It’s shame. How am I supposed to face the guys after something like that? Ares and Jacob have more than taken care of me, and it means the world to me. But some part of me thinks it’s just to protect themselves, too. An incident like that would make headlines if I tried to sue.

      Which, of course, I’d never do.

      Adrianne. I’m not one to call people names constantly. Or to hold on to hate. Life’s short and who knows what happens after we die, so why hold a grudge? But Adrianne seems determined to make me hate her, and she’s making it pretty damned easy, too. What. A. Bitch. The fat shaming is one thing. It sucks, but she doesn’t say anything I haven’t heard before. The prank with the milkshake, though. That’s low.

      I don’t get it, either. Has she seen herself? Her legs are to die for. She has that perfect, long, blonde hair that people pays hundreds of dollars for. And she’s model pretty, to boot. She has everything she could want.

      Hell, I know. When I first finished the show, I was skinny. Not just thin. Skinny. When I went out, people treated me nicer. They let me cut in line. They held the door open for me. One time I forgot my wallet and two, two, people offered to pick up my bill at the coffee shop. Things that never happen to me when I’m overweight. It took eating a thousand calories a day and working out for a minimum of two hours to be able to float through the public and get more compliments and admiration than I knew what to do with.

      Of course, I was hungry. All the time. And losing my hair a bit more quickly than was comfortable. Oh, don’t forget the cold. So yes. Comfortable in public, horribly unhappy in private.

      This softens me. Is Adrianne like I was? Is she struggling hard for that appearance? I can see how, if she was, maybe my arrival is a threat. I didn’t help anything by throwing Jacob in her face.

      Ah, damn it. I can’t hate her. But I don’t have to like her.

      Smiling, I wash my hair and prepare to get out. This is a business trip and I want to be ready to earn my keep. The extra time spent getting ready is, perhaps, for Jacob and Ares, too.

      I can’t wait to see them. Toweling off, it amazes me how hooked I am on them already. The flutterings of a new relationship are a permanent staple in my stomach. This is the part I love most. When everything is new. When knowing you’re about to see someone again makes you an ecstatic, nervous wreck. I’m getting twice those emotions because I’m getting to see twice the hubba, hubba.

      When my hair and makeup are on point, I pull on a long, black maxi skirt and a three quarters sleeved u-neck shirt. The orange of the shirt plays on the red of my hair. My eyes, which I’ve always loved because the color is so unique, seem paler and more golden. I feel fierce, like a phoenix.

      That’s who you’ll be on this trip. You’ll be the fierce girl, reborn from the ashes.

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