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I wipe the fallen tear from my cheek, and then I grab the remote and turn on the TV. Tonight, for the first time, I don’t think of my father and how much I miss him. Instead, I find a new hole in my heart, a hole that can only be filled by Killian. But it’s a hole that will never be filled.
“Good afternoon, princess.”
I freeze at the words. I was hoping I wouldn’t see him today. Most of the executives don’t work on the weekends. But, of course, that doesn’t include Killian. Of course, he works on weekends. That’s probably why he’s so high up in the company at such a young age.
“What do you want?” I sound annoyed and angry. I’m both of those things right now. I didn’t sleep a second after he left. I lift my coffee to my lips, trying to keep my aggravation and exhaustion at bay.
Killian raises his eyebrows. “Well, aren’t you pleasant? Didn’t sleep well?” He smirks.
My eyes shoot daggers in his direction, and he holds his hands up in defense, like I really was shooting something in his direction.
“What do you want?” I ask again, letting my anger that I never got out last night bubble to the surface.
“I have a crisis that I need your help with.”
I roll my eyes and look back to the computer that I finally figured out the password to. It was princess. I should have known.
Killian walks to me. “I’m serious. You are the only one who can help with this. I even have your grandfather’s approval.”
That has my attention although I don’t know why Killian would suddenly be helping me. Maybe he feels guilty for tricking me into presenting in front of half of the company when he knew they would destroy me with their questions. Maybe he feels guilty for the breakup between me and the only boyfriend I ever had.
“What is it?”
“Come on, and I’ll show you.”
He reaches his hand out to me, but I don’t take it. I stand and follow him out of my father’s office. I follow him out to the pool at the back of the casino. That’s when I realize what he wants.
“No,” I say.
“Come on, Kinsley. Our other model got sick at the last minute. It’s you, or we will have to pay thousands of dollars to have them come back to reshoot next week. It will also mean the ads will be delayed. We need you.”
Damn it! I hate his pleading expression and puppy-dog eyes. I can’t say no to him.
“Maybe,” I say, sighing.
He smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I shake my head, but he takes my hand and leads me over to where people are standing around, doing nothing.
“Here’s your new model,” Killian says, thrusting me into the center of the group.
The man in charge smiles when he sees me. “You’re Kinsley Felton. You’ve modeled for Seventeen.”
I smile. “That’s me.”
The man’s eyes light up. It feels good to be known for my modeling career and not because I’m Robert Felton’s daughter.
“I’m Brock Parry. I’m in charge of the shoot.”
I smile, shaking his hand.
“But wait…will you do this shoot for so little money?”
I raise my eyes. He really has no idea who I am. It makes me laugh.
“I’m Robert Felton’s daughter, the owner of the casino. Don’t worry about paying me. I’m doing this to help the company.”
Brock smiles with a small flush on his cheeks. “Sorry. Let’s get you back to wardrobe.”
