The two of us creating even more sweat.I tightened my thighs together, still feeling our sex, the coarseness of his whiskers when he’d gone down on me underwater. The heaviness of his tongue on my clit while I had gripped the edge of the shallow end, trying not to scream too loud across the Hollywood Hills.I’d never met a man like him before.Dominant.Protective.Ridiculously handsome.And someone who truly wanted to take care of me.As I glanced toward the other side of his bed, where he was asleep on his stomach, I still couldn’t believe he was mine. Now that the whole world knew we were together, courtesy of a Celebrity Alert, we found no reason to hide our relationship. Dominick still didn’t like the limelight—I certainly couldn’t blame him—but when we went out for lunch or dinner, there were shots of us holding hands. When I’d attended an industry event last week, he had been right by my side on the red carpet. He was along for the ride, and he wasn’t allowing anything—paparaz
“Are you ready?”I glanced up from my phone and joined Dominick in the doorway. “Yes, and I’m starving.”He grabbed my ass and kissed me. “Good. Let’s go.”I followed him to the garage and climbed into the passenger seat.“Pancakes?” he asked.I was already dreaming about the cinnamon roll stack I’d had there the second time I went, the cream cheese icing falling off the sides in globs. “It’s like you know me or something.”His hand went to my thigh when he wasn’t shifting, and since he lived so close to me, the café only a block from my place, it didn’t take long before we were there. He parked in front, clasping my hand as we walked in. The hostess led us toward the back and into a booth along the wall of windows.“Coffee?” the waitress asked as she came to our table.“For both of us,” Dominick replied. “And some orange juice as well.”“I’ll be right back with your drinks and to take your orders.”I read the menu even though I already knew what I wanted. “What are you feeling?”He s
“That’s correct,” Brett said. “I read the same verbiage.”“Then, how the fuck did this happen?” Jenner asked.“I’d like to know the same thing,” Brett replied.“I’m going to tie up that studio in so much legal, that show is going to sit on a hard drive, collecting twelve inches of fucking dust.”“Should I start the proceedings?” Jenner asked.I blew through the next yellow, turning onto the street where the studio’s executive offices were located. “Not yet. I’m headed there now for answers. I’m bypassing Shane—that motherfucker can’t give me what I want—and I’m going straight to Ted.”“Going right for the big dog—I like your style,” Jenner said. “But be prepared. I’m sure their legal counsel is on his way there as well. They don’t want litigation or their name tied to this. If they’re responsible for the leak, they’re going to offer a private settlement before this goes to court—I can promise you that. And they’re going to do it quickly; they don’t want anything or anyone delaying the
All four men glanced at each other, their expressions unchanged.“The date it took place was prior to the start of filming, a date when you were not supposed to be recording any material in that apartment.” I stared into Ted’s wrinkled fucking face. “I need answers. I need names. And I need to know how you plan to make this right.”“We’re working as hard as we can, Dominick. You have my word.”I could wipe my ass with Ted’s word.In this building, he represented the studio—our social interactions counted for nothing.I stood. “You have forty-eight hours.”As I began walking to the door, Ted exclaimed, “Forty-eight hours isn’t nearly enough time—”“Not a second more,” I said, and I shut the door behind me.Thirty-OneKendallI waited until the call connected and whispered, “Mom,” into the phone. I envisioned her seeing my name appear on the caller ID, taking a seat at the kitchen table, where she took all her phone calls. Her short light-pink-painted nails drawing circles over the wor
I adjusted the pillow behind me, repositioning the blanket so it covered my neck. “Like there’s a knife in my back and it’s twisting around and around and around.”He took off his shoes and climbed over me, resting across the open space, where he pulled me against his chest. “I don’t have answers yet, but I gave them forty-eight hours.”I was silent while I let that number digest. “This is going to be the longest two days of my life.”He rubbed across my back, kissing the top of my head. “What can I do to make you feel better?” He exhaled, his air heating my hair. “Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”I looked up at his face, my eyes pleading with his. “Can you make me disappear?”Thirty-TwoDominick“When I asked you to make me disappear,” Kendall said from the edge of the pool, overlooking the lapping waves of the Atlantic, “I definitely wasn’t expecting this.”Keeping her locked in my house without any fucking sunlight wasn’t going to be healthy. She needed air, relaxation, a pla
“I don’t understand.” She searched my eyes. “Why?”“Because it’s showing me how tenacious you are. Do you know how sexy that is?” I gently kissed her. “You had your ass kicked emotionally, but now, you’re ready to kick someone’s ass, and I can see that in your eyes.”Her teeth sank into her lip as she stared at me. “Man, I’m positively crazy about you.”“Baby …” I whispered, about to fucking devour her at this table.But I couldn’t.The chef’s assistant appeared to refill our waters, removing some of the plates we were no longer using and the homemade bread. “I hope you’ve saved room for dessert,” he said. “The chef has prepared his own spin on cake balls.” He smiled before he went back inside.I lifted Kendall from her seat and set her on my lap, rubbing the center of her stomach. “Do you still have room?”“For cake balls? Of course.” She winked. “It’s really adorable that you had him make that dessert—along with the rest of dinner. The fact that he served all my favorites didn’t go
I sipped on my champagne while she ate another one, licking her fingers.“I’m beyond stuffed.”“You did well.”She laughed. “An appetite isn’t something I ever lack.”“Another thing I like about you.”I lifted her from my lap and set her on the deck. “Come with me.”She followed me across the patio and down to the dock.When we reached the beach, I instructed, “Leave your shoes here.”I slipped out of mine and waited for her to be done. Then, I took her onto the sand where the waves met.I faced her, holding one of her hands against my heart, wrapping my other arm around her waist. “Dance with me, Kendall.”A smile moved across her gorgeous face. “But there’s no music.”I dipped down to kiss her, tasting the chocolate on her lips, the island scent on her skin. “Just listen to the waves.”She moved to the beat of the Atlantic, and every exhale drew her closer to me.Thirty-ThreeKendallMy cell had been on silent since before we even left for Bimini. Periodically throughout the day, I
“I literally can’t believe what I’m hearing right now.”“Were you the one who sent the photos? No. Were you the one who tried to ruin my life? Not directly. But you’re not taking a single bit of accountability here. You’re throwing the facts at me like you’re doing me a fucking favor and washing your hands of this mess. Well, guess what. You don’t deserve to walk away innocently; you don’t get the fucking medal of honor for reaching out to me.”Something was tearing through my chest, and I couldn’t stop it. This wasn’t a PMS beast that reared its claws every month. This was years of frustration that had peaked since I’d moved to LA, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.“You’re a jealous brat—that’s what you are. I’ve done nothing but support you, to the point where I even came to work for you. And the moment I got even the tiniest bit of attention, you lost your mind. If you were secure, if you weren’t dripping in self-doubt, then you would have realized I was never trying to hurt yo