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...
The soft knock at the door pulled me out of a hazy sleep. I blinked, my surroundings slowly coming into focus. The luxury of the yacht's suite was dimly lit, the early morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains. I turned to my right, catching sight of Kyler's broad, sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face peaceful, framed by the tousled mess of his dark hair. The faint marks on his neck and chest from last night's antics made me smirk, but the knock at the door quickly brought me back to reality.
Sliding out of bed, I grabbed the nearest thing within reach, Kyler's oversized shirt, and slipped it over my body. The fabric hung loosely on me, just barely skimming the tops of my thighs, leaving my thong-clad legs bare. I padded to the door quietly, not wanting to wake him.
I cracked it open, only to be met by Kylie and Vic's wide-eyed stares.
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KYLIE: "Stass, what the hell?" Kylie's voice was sharp, though her lips twitched, caught between shock and amusement. Vic stood behind her, one eyebrow raised as her gaze flickered from my disheveled hair to the unmistakable marks on my neck. "Did we wake you?"
STASS: "No." I whispered, trying to push the door closed. "Everything's fine. Just slept in. Can we not do this right now?"
KYLIE: Kylie put her hand on the doorframe to stop me. "Slept in? You never sleep in. And... wow. Is that-?"
STASS: I shot her a warning look and quickly stepped out, forcing them back slightly. "Guys, seriously. I don't want to wake Kyler. Can we talk about this later?"
KYLIE: Kylie's jaw dropped, her eyes darting toward the bed as I shifted, blocking her view. "Oh my God, is he covered in-"
STASS: "Bye." I muttered, shutting the door before they could say another word.
Leaning against it, I let out a heavy sigh and turned back toward the bed. Kyler was still out cold, sprawled on his stomach now, the covers pooling around his waist. My eyes lingered on the scratches on his back and the faint red bite mark on his shoulder, the one I didn't mean to leave but didn't regret either.
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