‘Dude, you constipated or something? Where were we? Oh, right–the show can’t air because someone’s out to ruin him.
‘Though, to be fair, that “someone” is a mess of his own making. Because-
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. My brother is just a cuckold, but this guy is a real cuckold fetishist!‘
The crowd fell silent for a moment, followed by a collective gasp. A few curious glances darted between Jimmy and Harvey.
Jimmy cleared his throat, turned to Harvey, and asked, “Hey, has William been in a bad mood lately?”
Harvey immediately caught on. “Oh, absolutely. Didn’t he just break things off with his fiancee?”
‘Walt, why are they suddenly bringing up William? Did he and Dory really split up? Well, I guess it makes sense. Didn’t she end up In jail?‘
Next to me, Angela, inexplicably worked up over the drama, gripped my arm so tightly I thought it might snap. I quickly wriggled free, rescuing my poor limb from her Iron–clad grasp.
Meanwhile, the director’s face flushed crimson. He looked like he wanted to storm out yet felt compelled to stay. His expression shifted wildly as if he were trapped in his own internal tug–of–war.
The gossip in my mind continued, ‘Would you believe how nervous he was when he first suggested playing these ‘games‘ with his wife? But his wife turned out to be way more adventurous than him. In fact, she only married him because of his kink.
+15 BONUS
“Here’s the kicker. Now, his wife and the new adulterer have fallen in love with each other, and they are taking advantage of the
director’s absence to transfer property.
By the t
‘By
time he wraps up this episode, he’ll come home to find nothing but cold leftovers. Oh, and that hard–fought funding for
this show? Gone too. Rumor has it his wife’s already siphoned it off. At this rate, the guy’s gonna land himself in the hospital
from sheer rage.‘
The director suddenly shot to his feet with a gloomy face. “I have something urgent to handle. You all continue filming. The
assistant director will take over!”
Still caught up in my gossip, I barely noticed his abrupt departure until I glanced up and realized the assistant director had taken
his place.
Donald, standing beside me, leaned in to explain, “The director got a phone call just now and had to leave.”
“Oh,” I replied with a small nod.
Taking another look at him, I sighed dramatically. “What a handsome guy. Such a pity.”
Donald’s brows knitted together. He was clearly annoyed..
But my attention had already shifted to the assistant director, a much younger man who, unfortunately, was just as bald.
“Assistant Director-”
The excitement of being newly promoted immediately froze on his face. He stared at me with a pleading expression that
screamed, ‘Please, spare me, ma’am.”
‘You’re still here? Your wife is about to give birth! And yet, here you are, calmly filming this show while your mother, who’s obsessed with having a grandson, plots to sell off your unborn daughter the moment she arrives. Seriously, what a snake!‘ I said
internally.
Everyone collectively turned to glare at the assistant director in disdain.
‘How should I break it to him, though? The guy’s the ultimate mama’s boy, a man–child through and through. He always listens
to her no matter what. If I bad–mouth his mother, he’ll probably just assume I’m making things up,” I continued internally.
‘Ugh, I can’t
and mamas‘ boys. His wife has complained to him more times than I can count about how his mother secretly bullies her. Oh, and let’s not forget the part where she eavesdrops on their private moments. And what does he do? He brushes it
off, saying his wife’s being dramatic. Please. His mother probably knows his favorite bedroom moves by heart, although there’s
not much to note there, considering he barely lasts three minutes.”
The assistant director, likely choking on his own saliva, started coughing violently.
‘How am I supposed to tell him? Seriously, this is urgent!‘ 1 started wondering.
Before I could come up with a solution, Donald suddenly spoke. “Sir, I heard from the producer that your wife’s due soon. Shouldn’t you go check on her?”
The assistant director shot up, his face burning red. “I–I’ll take my leave now.”
I turned to Donald with sparkling eyes. “Oh, Don, you’re such a sweetheart. My little lifesaver!”
Jimmy erupted into a fit of coughing beside us.
“What’s going on? This is like the tenth time today. Dummy, are you seriously ill or something?‘ I chided him internally.
Jimmy gave me a wounded look as if I had wronged him deeply.
