We need to talk
The text came just as Jon was leaving the salon with Scarlett. Scarlett had decided that she wanted to try something new with her hair, and Jon couldn't resist to tag along and try it as well. He couldn't help himself. Ever since the pair had moved in together, they were becoming more and more alike. Whatever Scarlett wanted to do, whatever habits she had, Jon was right behind her.
It didn't help that the media was eating it up. Karyn's wish that Jon would make decisions that were good for his career had tweaked his instincts just enough that he wasn't sure what was his idea and what was the wish's fault. Not that he cared. He was with the woman he loved, he was rich and famous, and his career was on the rise. What more could he want?
"Was that Chris?" Scarlett asked.
"Yes. Again." Jon rolled his eyes.
"He's been texting me too," Jon's twin said, "saying that he wants to see us."
"What did you tell him?" Jon asked, curious. Scarlett, Chris, and Jon had had a falling out. They still worked together on the endless Marvel movies, but their relationship outside of work had fallen apart. Jon had initially worried that his relationship with Scarlett would be a breaking point with Chris, but it seemed that the big action hero had no problem with their polyamorous arrangement. It was when Candy was in the mix that he got upset.
"Nothing. He was a pig, and doesn't deserve a response."
Jon's heart hurt when he heard Scarlett talk that way about Chris. He wanted to fix things, to find a way to make everybody happy, including himself. For some reason, Jon couldn't see a way out of his predicament. Something told him that before he had wished himself into being Scarlett's stunt double the solution would have been a lot more obvious. Cut off this relationship or that one, spend time with so-and-so. Now, as he walked hand-in-hand with the starlet that he loved, wearing a matching mini-dress, he could see no out. He just felt too much love for everybody.
Candy included.
Sure, Candy was a call-girl. Karyn had been paying her for years to sleep with Jon. At least, that's what Jon's been able to put together. He had no memories of his relationship with her outside of the sex that he'd been having with the woman-of-the-night since the wish. The memories weren't there, but the emotions were. Jon thought over and over how easy it would be to just cut Candy off and invest in Chris and Scarlett. Each time he picked up the phone, however, he couldn't do it. He'd end up inviting her over, spending the night with the two beautiful women, and then leaving Candy a huge tip.
Chris didn't understand.
And why should he? His values were already stretched thin being in a relationship with both a woman and a man, no matter how feminized the man was. But a prostitute?
"It's an all-or-nothing deal," Scarlett continued, "Chris doesn't get to dictate our lives."
"I guess you're right," Jon agreed, his voice's tone and timber matching Scarlett's perfectly. The press had long lost track of which one was Jon and which was Scarlett. Even Jon, when staring at pictures, couldn't tell. Their bodies were so perfectly matched, their mannerisms so exact, that the only way to tell who was who was when they were completely naked.
"Besides," Scarlett said, "I've asked Candy to move in with us. I've put her on a retainer, and she won't be seeing any other clients from now on."
Jon's face lit up. It was like a dream! Scarlett and Candy under the same roof? His sex life was about to get much busier! He couldn't wait to get home and try on that new teddy he'd ordered online from that really trashy lingerie site. Since Scarlett and he had bought their house together, he'd really begun to embrace his new body-shape.
Jon was just about to gush gratitude when his phone beeped again.
I'll wait at your place
"Shit," Jon said, the excitement over the news leaving him, "it's Chris again. He's waiting for us at home."
"Fine," Scarlett sighed, "Then I guess we can't avoid him anymore. Let's go pull off this band-aid and see what scar is underneath."
