Page 74 of Such a Good Girl

In between, I took her shopping on Fifth Avenuefor shopping. By the time we were done, the car was filled to the brim with bags from Gucci, Prada and Dior, and the smile on Kaylee’s face was filled with wonder and gratitude.

She was clearly uncomfortable in the shops, but I took the lead initially, making sure the clerks treated her well. After a while, she was spinning around freely showing me the outfits she was trying on.

Watching her left me dizzy.

I loved being around her. She was exciting and fun and so fucking beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When she was in the room, everyone else became just background noise.

It wasn’t lost on me how kind she was to everyone we came into contact with. She treated everyone exactly the same, and it was refreshing to be with someone like that. Someone who wasn’t just mirroring the people in the room to get something from them. I thought of Danika,and was filled with gratitude that I wasn’t married to her anymore.

Kaylee was the most authentic and real person I’d ever known.

She was a stark contrast to Danika, who’d presented herself as something she really wasn’t throughout our entire relationship. She pretended to be nice to people to their faces, and then trashed them as soon as they walked away. If they couldn’t do anything for her, her words were even sharper and uglier.

I couldn’t imagine Kaylee ever uttering an unfavorable word about anyone.

She was pure, and I loved that about her.

She sat across from me on the plane ride back to Hollywood, napping. I’d kept her up all night making love to her, and it was no surprise she was exhausted. I was, too, but I couldn’t sleep.

The stress of my responsibilities was catching up with me. I’d gone to New York to meet with an entirely different casting agency, hoping they would have some new fresh faces I wasn’t aware of. Someone that could fill the role of the heroine of my movie. But all that they’d shown me was more of the same.

At this point, I was ready to take Theo and Rian’s advice and cancel the whole project. It would never work if I didn’t have the right woman. I hated to admit that physically, no other actress came close to what I was looking for. Except for fucking Danika.

And Danika would be cast in this movie over my dead body.

I sighed, frustration filling every cell of my body.

The sound woke Kaylee. She opened her beautiful eyes, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across her face.

“Star in my movie,” I insisted.

She was perfect.

Of course, I had no idea if she could act or not. So yes, the idea was flawed. But the way she looked? That stunning beauty that knocked me on my ass every single time she flashed those gorgeous green eyes my way? Surely that would translate on film. And we had chemistry. Real chemistry.

“What?” she said, shaking her head and laughing. “I told you, West. Never. That’s not my scene and never will be. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, I know you already said no,” I said, with a heavy sigh. “I’m just beginning to give up on ever finding the right person.”

“Don’t give up. You’ll find her.”

“Have you ever fucked on camera?”

“What? No, of course not!”

“We should film ourselves fucking sometime.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Sounds like a plan for disaster and possible future lawsuits when TMZ gets ahold of it. Plus, all that shit goes into the cloud and never comes out. I just read an article about how Prince Harry is taking a sleazy newspaper to court over them hacking his phone and the cloud. Apparently, the prince claims that they were after gossip about his relationship status. No, thank you.”

“Fair enough, fair enough.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” she said. “I was hoping you wouldn’t push the issue.”

“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to, Kaylee, remember that.”

“Right.” She nodded. “Elephant.”

“Elephant,” I said, leaning over and kissing her.

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