Page 105 of Such a Good Girl

It had taken some convincing, but I persuaded Kaylee to come back to the cabin in Big Sur with me again. I’d promised it would just be for the weekend. Nothing but a quick little escape for us, alone this time. She’d finally relented.

All I wanted these days was to be alone with Kaylee.

Now that I had the headache of casting behind me, I was only looking ahead.

The studio was pleased with my choices, thankfully, so everything was going smoothly now. And now that I had Kaylee, all alone in the privacy of my own home, away from the prying eyes of the public, away from all the fucking bullshit of Hollywood and everyone’s opinions — it felt like heaven.

We lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, her soft hair across my shoulder, her beautiful eyes turned up to me — and while she hadn’t said it — I could see the love there.

I’d only told her that one time that I loved her.

She didn’t say it back. I sensed she wasn’t quite ready, and that was fine. This had all happened so quickly and unexpectedly, but she was perfect for me. I didn’t care that it was too fast. I didn’t care what anyone thought.

All I cared about was how she made me feel when I was with her.

I could be patient with the love stuff. We’d get there. I just knew it. I knew everything about her was just…right.

Everything about her was addictive.

Her face, her eyes, her lips. Her body, so voluptuous and curvy and soft and so absolutely divine when I sank into her. Her body set my soul on fire, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Little Rose, do you have any idea how special you are?” I asked her, caressing her face.

“Thank you,” she said, blushing beautifully. “You’re so sweet to me, West.”

“I give what I get,” I said, brushing my lips against hers. It was late at night. The dim light of the turned down television was the only thing illuminating my bedroom. We’d been making love for hours. Now we cuddled under the covers, about to drift off to sleep.

A late night host’s voice drifted through the air. I mainly ignored it as I trailed my fingers through Kaylee’s hair, but then a familiar voice rang out. My eyes darted to the screen, and I groaned when I saw Danika’s face. She seemed to be everywhere these days.

“Is that Danika?” Kaylee asked.

“Yes,” I groaned again. I started searching through the covers for the remote control. Danika’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me.

“Thanks for having me, Sam,” she said.

“Tell us about your new movie,” he replied.

“I’d love to, but first, I want to talk about something else, if that’s okay,” she said. He looked confused, but kept a smile on his face.

“Where’s the fucking remote?” I growled.

“I think it may have fallen on the floor,” Kaylee said, helping me search.

“I want to talk about my ex-husband,” Danika said, her voice laced with defiance.

I froze, bracing myself with a curse.

“Okay,” Sam replied, shrugging. “You two had a pretty public divorce.”

“We did,” she agreed. “And it was anything but amicable, I admit. That doesn’t mean I don’t love West. I always have and always will.”

“Fucking funny way of showing it,” I shouted at the screen.

“And because of that love,” she continued. “I need to say something publicly, because everyone needs to know what’s really going on. Especially him.”

“This sounds juicy,” Sam Madewell said, rubbing his hands together.

“As everyone has seen already, West is dating someone else again already. I thought he’d wait a little longer but it makes sense. West has a hard time being alone. He’s not as secure as everyone thinks.”

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