Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
Waking up to an empty bed felt wrong now. My hand brushed over the cool sheets beside me, the absence of Kyler's warmth hitting me like a sudden chill. I frowned, staring at the ceiling for a moment before grabbing my phone.
No messages from him, no notifications from him. My lips pressed into a thin line as I scrolled absently through socials, the usual string of memes and posts doing little to distract me. The faint sound of voices and laughter drifted up from downstairs, snapping me out of my daze.
After dragging myself through my routine, I headed downstairs, the crew already in full swing. Vic was lounging on the couch, Olivia and Sydney in the kitchen, and Carter and Kels outside by the pool, immersed in their usual antics. But one person was notably missing.
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STASS: "Morning." I said casually, scanning the room.
VIC: Vic caught my eye, her smirk knowing. "If you're looking for your baby boy, he headed to the gym room earlier. You're welcome."
I shot her a look, but my stomach fluttered as I turned on my heel and made my way to the gym.
The gym was quiet except for the rhythmic clink of weights and the faint hum of the treadmill. And there he was, Kyler, shirtless, his muscles flexing with each deliberate movement. The sheen of sweat glistening on his skin caught the light, making every part of his body stand out in sharp, breathtaking detail.
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I bit my lip, the warmth in my chest spreading lower as I leaned against the wall, watching him. He was completely in his zone, focused and unaware of my presence. For now...
I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the floor, finding a seat on a bench just far enough to avoid being seen but close enough to drink in every inch of him. My breathing hitched as I let myself revel in the sight, my hand drifting absently over my thigh, just barely teetering towards my already throbbing center.
And then he paused mid-movement. His head turned slightly, sharp eyes locking onto mine. His smirk—infuriating and irresistible—spread slowly across his face.
