Dressing Mr. Dalton
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Dressing Mr. Dalton
Charlotte Byrd
Contents
About Dressing Mr. Dalton
1. Finn
2. Finn
3. Chloe
4. Chloe
5. Chloe
6. Chloe
7. Finn
8. Chloe
9. Finn
10. Chloe
11. Chloe
12. Chloe
13. Chloe
14. Finn
15. Finn
16. Finn
17. Chloe
18. Chloe
19. Chloe
20. Finn
21. Finn
22. Chloe
23. Chloe
24. Chloe
25. Chloe
26. Chloe
27. Chloe
28. Finn
29. Finn
30. Finn
31. Chloe
32. Chloe
33. Chloe
34. Chloe
35. Chloe
36. Chloe
37. Finn
38. Finn
39. Finn
40. Finn
41. Finn
42. Chloe
43. Chloe
44. Chloe
Chapter 1- Ellie
Chapter 2 - Ellie
Chapter 3 - Ellie
Chapter 4 - Ellie
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About Charlotte Byrd
About Dressing Mr. Dalton
“Women who color their own hair do not go out with movie stars!”
So, what am I doing going on a date with him?
I’m a wardrobe stylist with a resume full of fake job experience (when my resume was accurate no one wanted to hire me). I drive a crappy car and I have $37.58 in my bank account.
He is People’s Sexiest Man Alive who lives in a beach house (read: mansion) in Malibu.
We are all wrong for each other for a number of reasons. The main one being: I hate everything about him.
Finn Dalton is arrogant, cocky, and self-involved.
He thinks he’s God’s gift to women and the fact that he has bedded every available (and many unavailable) woman in Hollywood supports that theory.
I hate him…so what am I doing here? Why do I keep saying yes?
Yes, to a date. Yes, to a kiss. Yes, to this.
And what happens when the one person who is all wrong is the only one who’s right?
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**This is a standalone contemporary romance.
***Previously published under the name Wealth/The Date, but this edition has been significantly updated
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1
Finn
I wake up with a pounding headache.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Groggily, I feel around the nightstand for a glass of water, but it’s not there.
Dammit.
My mouth is as dry as a desert and my lips are chapped.
I head out of the bedroom, through the living room and toward the kitchen.
It’s times like this that I really regret getting a 5000 square foot house.
If it weren’t this big, it wouldn’t take me this long to get to the kitchen.
I grab a bottle of water out of my new $10,000 refrigerator – I didn’t know that refrigerators could cost that much, but the interior decorator educated me about it – and gulp down the whole thing. I shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.
I pop a few aspirin into my mouth and head out to the patio.
I hate being hungover.
Who doesn’t?
Every muscle in my body is sore.
I feel like I just worked out for four hours with my personal trainer, but what I really did was fight too much with my ex.
Ariel Chantal.
Not her real name, of course.
But who here goes by their real name, anyway?
In case you have been living under a rock for the last couple of years and don’t know who Ariel Chantal is, let me fill you in.
She is TV’s most popular vampire. She plays Erica Hill, a girl who is living a double life; regular high school girl by day and vampire queen by night.
There’s some explanation for why she continues to go to school despite being a vampire queen, but I can’t remember what it is.
The show is a hit and recently got picked up for two additional seasons.
She just signed a new contract, and she’s getting paid more than any other female television star out there.
I, of all people, had the misfortune to fall in love with her.
Not the way millions of people around this country and the world have, no. I didn’t just fall for her beautiful green eyes and long lustrous hair, the color of dark cocoa.
I didn’t fall for those perfect breasts and those quirky tattoos with inspiring quotes and butterflies and birds.
Even though no matter how much you may not like tattoos, they do accentuate the curves of her body even more.
And, wow, do they look good when she’s naked.
No.
I didn’t fall for any of those things.
Not at first. At first, I thought she was hot and that we’d go on a date, and that would be
the end of it.
I’ve dated other actresses in the past.
I’m not a lightweight myself. I’ve graced the covers of Teen Beat for years (and anyone will tell you that it’s hard to land that sucker if you’re not hot in just the right way), and my agent just told me that I’m in the final round of competition for People’s Sexiest Man Alive.
But that’s all beside the point.
What is the point?
The point is that Ariel and I weren’t just some publicity stunt.
Yes, my agent introduced us, but after we went out a couple of times, I started to really fall for her.
And she fell for me.
We moved in together within the month.
We spent all of our time, outside of work, together.
I thought everything was perfect.
And then…that happened.
No, I can’t think about it.
Not now.
I walk around the patio. Los Angeles looms below me, stretching out in all directions as far as the eye can see.
Far in the distance, the blueness of the Pacific Ocean calls to me.
Even though I’ve been in this house for three months now and paid the interior decorator a small fortune to get everything in each room just right, I’m still not entirely sure if the Hollywood Hills are for me.
I love the rugged canyons and the way the houses are nestled onto the cliffs, but I want the ocean.
I want to wake up and smell the salty air. I want to be able to jump on my surfboard at any moment, night or day.
Especially on a day like this.
I take a deep breath and exhale.
Just like my personal trainer showed me, I bend over, spreading my arms and legs into a downward dog pose.
I’m just starting out with yoga, but it has been quite an eye-opening experience. It has this effect of calming me down in times of stress.
Today, unsurprisingly, my hamstrings feel tighter than before.
I move my heels up, up, and down to stretch them out a bit.
After a few deliberate attempts, they finally cooperate and land on the floor.
I should stretch out, but instead I delve right into a hand stand. I put one of my legs onto the railing of the patio and form an L with my body. Then I lift them up to the sky, carefully balancing on my hands.
There’s something about a handstand, which is totally liberating. It messes with my equilibrium and makes me feel invincible.
And relaxed.
When I finally step out of the handstand, this one is no different.
Relief sweeps through my body.
Whatever leftover anger remained in my muscles drains away.
Vanishes.
Dissipates.
I walk back inside to make myself a cup of coffee.
After being upside down for a few minutes, the blood in my body seems to be flowing differently and my headache is starting to wane.
Finally.
On my way to the kitchen, I flip on my 50-inch smart TV and turn up the volume.
I can’t remember what I was watching last night, but for some reason TMZ comes on.
I hear Harvey Levin’s voice in the background.
I never watch this show.
Oh, yeah, Ariel was here.
She must’ve watched this channel last night.
I start a cup of coffee on my Starbucks machine and watch the sudden jolts and cuts of TMZ.
How can anyone watch this show without getting a headache?
They cut back and forth between frames for absolutely no other reason but to make something look more exciting, when in reality it’s just some celebrity walking from Whole Foods back to their car.
Just as my cup is about to finish brewing, I hear a familiar scene coming from the TV.
“So, what do you think about your girlfriend, Ariel Chantal, walking out of Chateau Marmont with Ben Kingsolver?”
“What?” I ask the paparazzi. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, you know, she spent the night there with him. We have them on video going inside, laughing and holding hands, and then coming out early this morning. Also, holding hands.”
2
Finn
I flip the television off.
I hate the vulnerable look on my face.
It has been playing on all the entertainment news channels.
In a day, this has somehow become headline news.
I guess no one ever saw what someone looks like when they discover that someone they care about is cheating on them.
But that was it.
The stupid photographer caught me completely off-guard.
What made me really mad about it, and really disappointed in Ariel, is that she could’ve just told me.
She didn’t have to lie about going away for the night.
She could’ve just told me that she fell for her co-star; I mean, who hasn’t been there, right? They work together.
They spend all their time together.
It’s only natural.
Agh, I feel like such an idiot.
Whatever Zen I achieved standing in a handstand has all disappeared.
I’m back to feeling as shitty as I did last night when she was over here packing to move out.
We were fighting and yelling; I don’t even know about what.
I wasn’t asking her to stay.
I just wanted an apology, and that’s something that she just flat out refused to give.
I need a drink.
I look at the time.
It’s not even ten.
No, I’m not drinking this early.
I partied a lot in my early thirties, and this little incident with Ariel is not making me go back there.
To that dark place.
Last year, I did a movie where I played this tough, kick-ass, know-it-all guy.
He was pretty much an arrogant prick, but he did have an awesome line.
“I don’t drink to feel better. I drink only to feel even better.”
In other words, you should drink to celebrate something.
Not to bring yourself out of a funk because everyone who has ever gotten drunk when they were depressed knows that it doesn’t work.
Ever since I read that line, I tried to apply that to my own life.
And, for the most part, I’ve been pretty successful. But now, I really want a drink.
While I sit on the couch with my cup of coffee, flipping through the channels and marveling at how there are like a million of them and yet there’s absolutely nothing on, my phone rings.
I look at the number.
It’s Josh, my agent.
“Hey, Finn. How are you? Are you sure you want to do this movie?” Josh asks. The “how are you” is purely rhetorical. He’s a busy guy. Even on his days off, he isn’t the kind for pleasantries.
“Have you seen the news?” I ask.
He’s not really a bad guy to talk to about problems when you catch him in a good mood.
“Yes, of course. But who cares? It makes you look vulnerable. Irresistible. Every woman loves a guy who’s had his heart broken.”
“Wow, thanks,” I say sarcastically. “I wasn’t thinking that this whole thing with Ariel would have a positive effect on my career.”
“Of course, it will. You’re not some jerk who dumped her for a hotter model. As if that’s possible. No, you’re a nice guy who got cheated on. Now, you’re a shoo-in for that Sexiest Man Alive cover. You’re all over the news. People Magazine won’t be able to resist. They’ll sell out.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I mumble.
I hate to admit it, but I sort of like that at least one positive thing is coming out of this.
“Oh, trust me,” Josh says, taking a sip of something. Probably Red Bull. He doesn’t seem to live on anything else. “But I want to talk to you about that little indie movie. Are you sure you want to do it?”
“Yeah, I’ve been looking for something more serious, and I like
the script a lot. It’s smart.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad. But it has NO marketing budget. How the hell is it going to make any money?” Josh asks.
“I think they’re going to do the festival circuit. So, if the critics like it…” I say.
I don’t really know how else to justify it.
Josh knows why I’m doing this. I want to be offered more serious roles.
“It’s going to take up a month of your time,” he says.
“Listen, I know you’re disappointed that I’m not doing that action movie with Mark Wahlberg, but this movie just feels right. I know that I can do more than crack jokes and play the same exact brash asshole all the time.”
“Hot, brash asshole,” Josh corrects me.
I know that I’m not going to fully convince him why I have to do this, but that’s okay.
I’m doing it for me, not for him.
3
Chloe
It’s the first of the month and the rent is due.