I knew my lips were smiling. “I see her a lot. I even babysit sometimes.”“Where’s her mom?”I took a deep breath. “That’s a complicated story.”She set her fork down and leaned into the edge of the table. “Keep talking about Everly. I like this side of you.”I laughed. “Listen, I’m not even close to being ready for kids, but she’s a hell of a lot of fun to have around. When Ford travels for work and his nanny is tied up, she usually stays with me.” I thought of our last sleepover and how we had stayed up until eleven, making sundaes, hours past her bedtime. “Uncle D—that’s what she calls me, and she crashes in my bed because there are monsters in my guest room.”“Naturally.”“When she wakes up, she has hair like yours, all wild and wavy.” I put my hand over my mouth as I chuckled again. “She has me put it into these side ponytails—I don’t know what they’re called.”“Pigtails?”“Yeah, that’s it.” I shook my head as I recalled our last morning together, how the goddamn elastics hadn’t
I held her gaze, flipping back through all the years I could remember in detail. “You’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever met, Kendall.”“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me—and lately, you’ve given me a lot.” She dug through the side of a pancake until she found what she wanted—what I assumed was the lemon curd—and surrounded her lips over the tines. “I definitely don’t want to be ordinary or trite. Most of all, I don’t want to be expected.”I exhaled. “You’re far from that.”When she set her fork down this time, I could tell how happy my response had made her.Before I could add to it, the waitress was back. “Can I get you anything else?”Kendall looked at me, and when I shook my head, she said, “Just the check, please.”The waitress went to drop the billfold on our table, and Kendall snatched it before it even hit the wood.“My treat.” She reached inside her tank top, removing a credit card that had been tucked in her bra.I held out my hand. “No.” When she didn’t b
She had clearly found someone to replace me. I was happy for her; she needed an assistant, and I obviously couldn’t be that person. But what my trained eyes saw were videos that were extremely choppy, the cuts not matching, the quality poor. The pictures hadn’t been taken in good lighting, and the digital mastering hadn’t been smoothed out; it appeared like she was trying to hide her imperfections and had done a shitty job.I returned to the post from a few hours ago.The one that was so unnecessary, so callous and self-serving.“Someone’s going for the sympathy vote, huh?”I sighed. “Yep.”“Should I tell that honey babe that jealousy isn’t a good look on anyone?”My hands began to shake, my stomach churning.“Do you think everyone knows she’s talking about me—but not really talking about me because we both know I didn’t stab her anywhere, especially not in the back? I mean, my God.”“I think her stalkers do, but that’s it.”I felt my eyes widen. “What does that mean?”“You just lande
EighteenDominick“Are you alive?” Brett asked as I answered his call. “Or half-dead, like me?”I rubbed my temples, staring at the coffee on my desk, wishing it were already down my throat and that the Tylenol had kicked in, this headache relentlessly throbbing. “What the fuck happened last night? I remember dinner and going to the bar. After about our third shot of whiskey, my memory becomes very hazy.”“That’s because we finished that bottle.” He sighed. “According to the receipt I’m holding, we polished off a bottle of vodka too.”“Between the three of us?”“I believe Ford showed up at some point, but I’m not entirely sure about that. I could have dreamed it.”“Fuck me.”He laughed. “How’s Jenner feeling?”I’d passed him about twenty minutes ago on the way to my office, his skin as white as the shirt he’d paired with his suit. “Same as us. I think he’s flying out in a couple hours—can you even fucking imagine? My head is turbulent enough right now. I certainly don’t need to be in
I held my forehead, the pressure helping with the ache. “I don’t. Brett told me you showed up. I just got off the phone with him.”“Listen, I don’t have much time to talk. I’m in Malibu and about to run into a meeting, but I’m calling to see if you have plans on Saturday.”Saturday, Saturday.I could barely think straight, but nothing was coming to mind.I pulled up my schedule to be sure. “I’m free. Why?”“I have to fly to Vegas to meet a client, and my nanny is on vacation all week. You know I wouldn’t ask you to take Everly on a weekend unless I was in a real pinch.”“It’s no problem. I’ll take her.”“You’re sure?”“Yeah, of course.”“You’re a lifesaver. Everly is going to be so happy when I tell her.”My phone vibrated once more, and I looked at the screen. This time, the shot Brett sent was of Kendall in the pool. Her back was against the edge, holding what looked like a skinny margarita. The red suit showed her perky, hard nipples, those little peaks fucking taunting me.I wante
“All of the products mentioned on the show are paid placements,” I told her, tucking the card into the top of my yoga pants. “But I’d be happy to send your info to the studio, and they’ll get in touch.”She laughed like I’d said the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. “We can’t afford what they’re going to charge. What about your social media?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Or are you going to connect me to your publicist, so she can tell me how much your fees are?”Is this what celebrities deal with every day?I was just an entry-level reality star, and I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing.I turned to the washer again, pouring in the fabric softener I’d set in between the machines, and when I faced her, her hands were on her hips.“So?”I took a deep breath. “I’ll see what I can do.”I was walking toward the door when she said, “Can you give me an approximate date?” She smiled. “I’d like to keep an eye out, so I can make sure to share your post.”When I glanced at her b
And if my niece wasn’t in the backseat, singing to the tunes that were playing, I would fuck her in my Range Rover, her palms flat on the tinted glass, her legs spread wide, riding me in my seat.“Hey, guys,” she said as she climbed into the passenger side, smiling at me. She immediately turned around to greet Everly. “I’m Kendall.” She stuck out her hand, my niece gently grabbing it. “It’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of things about you. Your uncle is a bit of a bragger when it comes to you.”“That’s ’cause I’m his favorite.” My niece giggled. “I’m Everly, but Uncle D calls me Eve sometimes. He says you’re pretty cool.”“Is that so?” Kendall looked at me. “She’s the cutest.”“She’s excited about these pancakes.” I pulled away from the curb, the drive only a block from her building.“Has your uncle told you about all the delicious flavors they have?”I watched Everly from the rearview mirror as she nodded, the side ponytails bobbing, one several inches higher than the other
“Don’t say anything,” Kendall told her. “It’s our secret.”Everly wiggled, shaking her short arms like there was music playing. “Okay!”“So, the two of you are keeping secrets from me?” I crossed my arms over the table, attempting to look pissed. But that was hardly the case. The two of them couldn’t be more adorable together.Everly was enamored with Kendall.“It’s a girl thing,” Kendall told me.“And I’m a big girl now,” Everly added.The waitress dropped off Everly’s milk and our coffees and cups of water and said, “What can I get you to eat?”“Cinnamon roll pancakes for me,” Kendall said. “I’ll take the cinnamon whipped butter as well.”“And for you?” the waitress asked me.“The strawberry almond pancakes, and this one”—I nodded toward Everly—“will take the chocolate chip, the full stack. Whipped butter and syrup on both.”As soon as the waitress left, I looked at Everly and said, “Do you know that Kendall is going to be on TV?”Her eyes widened again. “Like in the movies? With th