Riley West.
Mom has been M.I.A. since Paris so I've been doing all the errands for us. I take North to her dance classes, Saint to his appointments and play dates. I don't blame Mom though, it was a traumatic experience and I can't be mad at her. The stress has been overwhelming before that incident even happened.
"Wait, you're actually moving out?" Dad asked me as he walked into my soon to be old room.
"Yup." I reply.
"Is it because of us? If it is, we can fix it." He said as he sits on my bed.
I laugh. "No, it's not because of you or Mom, or anyone else. I'm old enough to support myself. I'm a singer, actress, and reality star. I'll be okay."
"As long as you are sure. Have you found a house?" He asks.
"Dude," I look at him. "It's the best house ever."
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"How in the hell did you afford this?" Dad asked as we walked around, filming with KUWTK.
"I've been saving up," I push my hands farther into my butt pockets.
"All right, what else? Have you been stripping?" He asks, serious.
"No. I haven't been stripping." I laugh way harder than intended. "But Scott did give me a manager job at his local club. He pays good."
"As long as it isn't stripping." He shook his head. "I'm proud of you, Riles. This is nice."
"Thank you, Dad. I'm glad you think so." I smile.
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Goals | Jack Gilinsky
FanfictionRiley is the oldest daughter of Kim Kardashian and Kayne West. Everyone says she the definition of 'goals'. { We're going to pretend that Kim and Kayne had Riley when they first met. It's going to be a bit confusing, just stick with it. }
