sighed, going to check it. She expected it to be work, or one of her friends from the hospital razzing her about Kendall again.
Instead it was a picture.
A picture of her and Kendall in the car together. Her phone pinged again. Another of them standing in front of his house with the dog. And one of them on his deck together.
Oh my god.
It was Cathy texting the pictures.
Want to clue me in Miss Jackson?
Where did you get these?
Um, OK Magazine? They are everywhere though. Girl, you famous.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Link?
Cathy sent the link and Jess clicked on it, reading the article. What she read made her sick to her stomach.
Kendall Jackson strikes again- he always has a hot girl on his arm. This one isn't famous for once but she certainly fits his penchant for gorgeous women. The infamous playboy has been out and about with Beverly Hill Veterinarian to the stars Jessica Sheckler, MD. Maybe she can reign in the famous bad boy, known for his modelizing ways, but I wouldn't count on it.
Jess stared at her phone. This should not be a surprise. He was a known modelizer- it was true. He literally only dated tall, impossibly thin women. She was definitely not going to be reigning him in.
No. She wasn't reigning anything. She was leaving.
She tip toed into the bedroom and quietly gathered her clothes. She took one last look at Kendall. He was sound asleep, looking like an angel. The man was too beautiful. That was it. He was cool and fun and made her feel special.
But she wasn't special.
She was one of many.
It was just an act. One she'd let herself get caught up in. She softly shut the door and dressed quickly. Then she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling a hasty note. She owed him that at least.
Had to run. Thanks for the pizza.
-Jess
She patted Pepper's head and snuck out of the house.
Jess was trying to figure out where to get a cab as she walked through the exclusive LA neighborhood. So far she hadn't seen anyone, but it was still early. The sun had just risen, coloring the sky a hazy pink.
Thank God no one saw her. This was the ultimate walk of shame.
She was feeling like an utter moron when she heard it.
The rev of an engine behind her. She refused to look. She knew it was him. Nobody else was out at this hour. It was too late for the partiers and too early for the fitness nuts.
Kendall.
He pulled up beside her and rolled down the window. She kept walking. He let the car roll slowly down the hill.
"Jess."
She ignored him.
"Let me give you a ride."
"It's fine. I like to walk."
"In LA?!? Seriously Jess, get in the car."
She just shook her head and kept walking.
"After last night are you seriously afraid to get into a car with me???"
"No. I'm not afraid. I'm fine. I just need to stretch my legs."
He stared at her, steering with one hand as she walked a few more paces in silence.
"Oh my God, you don't want me to know where you live, do you?"
"I'm fine Kendall. Just
Instead it was a picture.
A picture of her and Kendall in the car together. Her phone pinged again. Another of them standing in front of his house with the dog. And one of them on his deck together.
Oh my god.
It was Cathy texting the pictures.
Want to clue me in Miss Jackson?
Where did you get these?
Um, OK Magazine? They are everywhere though. Girl, you famous.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Link?
Cathy sent the link and Jess clicked on it, reading the article. What she read made her sick to her stomach.
Kendall Jackson strikes again- he always has a hot girl on his arm. This one isn't famous for once but she certainly fits his penchant for gorgeous women. The infamous playboy has been out and about with Beverly Hill Veterinarian to the stars Jessica Sheckler, MD. Maybe she can reign in the famous bad boy, known for his modelizing ways, but I wouldn't count on it.
Jess stared at her phone. This should not be a surprise. He was a known modelizer- it was true. He literally only dated tall, impossibly thin women. She was definitely not going to be reigning him in.
No. She wasn't reigning anything. She was leaving.
She tip toed into the bedroom and quietly gathered her clothes. She took one last look at Kendall. He was sound asleep, looking like an angel. The man was too beautiful. That was it. He was cool and fun and made her feel special.
But she wasn't special.
She was one of many.
It was just an act. One she'd let herself get caught up in. She softly shut the door and dressed quickly. Then she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling a hasty note. She owed him that at least.
Had to run. Thanks for the pizza.
-Jess
She patted Pepper's head and snuck out of the house.
Jess was trying to figure out where to get a cab as she walked through the exclusive LA neighborhood. So far she hadn't seen anyone, but it was still early. The sun had just risen, coloring the sky a hazy pink.
Thank God no one saw her. This was the ultimate walk of shame.
She was feeling like an utter moron when she heard it.
The rev of an engine behind her. She refused to look. She knew it was him. Nobody else was out at this hour. It was too late for the partiers and too early for the fitness nuts.
Kendall.
He pulled up beside her and rolled down the window. She kept walking. He let the car roll slowly down the hill.
"Jess."
She ignored him.
"Let me give you a ride."
"It's fine. I like to walk."
"In LA?!? Seriously Jess, get in the car."
She just shook her head and kept walking.
"After last night are you seriously afraid to get into a car with me???"
"No. I'm not afraid. I'm fine. I just need to stretch my legs."
He stared at her, steering with one hand as she walked a few more paces in silence.
"Oh my God, you don't want me to know where you live, do you?"
"I'm fine Kendall. Just
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