You've had enough of Mona

For the first time since you came to the Island resort, the morning wake-up call was something you were still deep asleep for. You groaned as the sunlight poured into the bedrooms and hear the same from your fellow Islanders. Paige, who was lying beside you, seemed to be able to sleep through the blinding lights that poured in on schedule into the bedrooms. You went over and kissed her on her head and made your way to the showers where you began your morning routine.

When you came out to the outdoor grill and kitchen, you were surprised to find food already made. Mona had made a big breakfast (vegan, of course, oatmeal with fruits and coffee and tea) for the Islanders, and they all thanked her appreciatively.

God, what a manipulative move to get into the good graces of the Islanders. Who would do such a thing?

Worried she might have spat in it or worse, you made a cup of tea and took out a protein shake and some pre-wrapped hard-boiled eggs in the fridge.

Jenna had dark eyes as you approached her. She was sitting by herself at a table near the kitchen, and you grabbed a chair and sit in front of her.

“How are things?” You ask. “Feeling better?”

“I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me,” Jenna answers.

“We should go have some fun. You want to have a jam session after breakfast? I can teach you how to play Wonderwall, and maybe it’ll help you pick up chicks,” you say jokingly.

Jenna smiles but quickly her mouth straightens into a hard line again, “You have Paige.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

Jenna looks up at you with a facial expression you can recognize. You supposed this was how you looked whenever someone you liked romantically called you a friend.

“Oh my Matty, I thought you’d still be in bed by now,” Mona says as she sits in the chair next to you and places her plate of oatmeal on the table, smiling and changing looks between you and Jenna.

Sighing, you speak, “Mona, can you please leave me alone.”

“What? Do you want to flirt with Jenna alone? You’re such a playboy, Matty. Especially after how much noise you and Paige made in bed last night." Mona says casually and spoons some oatmeal into her mouth.

Your face felt hot and you flushed. Ah fuck.

“Don’t worry, the boys all know. They are so proud of their little Matt… that you managed to make Paige make such noises. I was worried she was either dying or having a stroke,” Mona laughs.

Jenna's face turned white and she looked horrified. She had an “I want to get out of here right now” expression on her face.

You grip your protein shake, nearly strangling it.

“Mona, we need to have a talk alone,” You snap, venom in your voice. “Somewhere private.”

“Goody. I thought you’d never ask,” Mona says, clapping her hands. You grab her arm and drag her away from there.

The pressure was building up. It was one thing to pick on you, but to drag Jenna's feeling into it just sent you over the edge. You were livid.

You needed two things to happen. One. Spank the shit out of Mona. Two. Get the Relationship Party menu and stop Jenna from feeling this way. Mona just went too far this time and you felt yourself almost acting on impulse, dragging her by her arm towards the main house.

Although there were CCTV and camera crews everywhere following the action, there was one blind spot in all of this.

The bathroom downstairs didn’t have a CCTV in it, and camera crews rarely followed. In fact, it was an infamous place since many of the past Islanders would use it to vent their sexual frustration away from prying eyes.

Dragging Mona into the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and cornered her.

09:05 – Mona’s affection, lust, love has increased by 5 – She likes being taken like that

What a weird woman, you thought as you composed yourself for what you were about to do.

“Oh my Matt,” Mona said breathlessly. “Weren’t you the one who said we were taking it too fast. I get you are a man with a lot of needs but to come here so soon…”

“No, I’m not here for that,” You say, “I’d just rather not have the camera listen in on your dirty little secret.”

“Oh? And what that might be? That I’m a plant? You know the editors would cut that part out. Gotta keep the illusion after all,” Mona says, smiling and ghosting her hands up your arm.

“No, not that,” You say, smiling wickedly.

You brush her brown hair aside and then reach for her shoulder. She shudders as you trace your fingers across her collar towards her throat. Your finger went down the chain of the necklace she was wearing that hung between her black bikini top and her flowery chiffon cardigan and start rubbing the pendant on it.

“This is a very nice necklace,” You say, smiling.

“Thank you…” Mona says hesitantly. For once, her calm in-control demeanor looks worried.

Your face bent towards her, and she pushes back and grips the sink behind her. Pulling your mouth to her ear you whisper, “Dillinger’s Gold and Silver Pawn Shop… 15th of November, 2017…”

Mona’s eyes widen in panic as you continue to whisper. “How would your future prospects as an actress work out if they found out you are a petty thief?”

You withdraw from her ear and stood back, giving her time to think.

“How do you know that?” Mona whispers.

“They vet all the contestants in here and let’s say I have a little friend in production who clued me in,” You lie. You couldn’t exactly tell her your magical app told you.

Mona grits her teeth and felt defeat and then says, “Fine asshole. I’ll leave you alone.”

Mona began to storm out, and you grab her arm again, “Hey… I think you are getting off too easily, don’t you?”

Mona turns her head towards your devious smile, horrified at that implication.