Victoria's Secret Angel

Eight

(Tony 's POV)

I watched Bryton's car drive down the road, Kendal vanishing from my sight. Goddamn it! I kick the trash bin on the sidewalk and lean my back against a concrete wall.

She's never going to speak to me now. She'll want out of the contract and fly all the way back to New York. Across the goddamn country.

Or worse, she'll move in with Bryton here and I'll see them skip down the streets together.

It'd kill me it really would.

If only I had realized this sooner then I wouldn't feel so torn right now. It's bad to mix social with business everyone knows that.

What would my father think...

No matter how many models he had slept with I bet he never let himself develops any emotional attachment to them. It was just sex. Lust.

I don't feel just lust. I found myself always looking forward to seeing her again. To talking with her. It would only scare her off if she knew that, though.

After all, it's only been a couple of weeks.

I started running again to blow off some steam before I hurt another trash bin. The breeze had grown stronger and I knew I was nearing the beach.

I breath in the salty air and exhale slowly. The beach always had a calming effect. The waves splash against the shore, lapping up the sand and leaving sea shells in its footsteps.

My run slowed to a walk and I clasped my hands behind my head. Now work.

Over the past couple of weeks I've gotten pretty used to the company's routine. But I just got my business degree a year ago and being out in the field like this is its own place entirely. 

Especially when your boss is your father. Still I'm grateful for the job.

Keeping an eye on Kendal has had me realizing how stuck Jasmine and the other girls have been. I need to get them out there, in the real industry. That's what I'll start with.

I drink the last of my water and decide to head home.

***

(Kendal's POV)

"Ghuuuhhhh!" I groan and pull on my hair, pacing the room.

"Kendal, please calm down. There's nothing to worry about," Bryton sits up from the couch and gives me a small smile. The bruise under his eye has gotten progressively darker.

"Lay down and keep those peas on your eyes!" I rush forward and push the bag of frozen peas back on his face. "I'm sorry for freaking out but I'm just angry at him. It was wrong to hit you."

"Yeah, about that, do you know why he did?"

"Um...well...we were talking about the party last night seeing if he had done anything to get the paparazzi so interested in him, but he said no. He didn't even drink anything really. So I just made a joke about me drinking enough to wake up in a stranger's bed...and he sorta snapped." Crossing my arms, I walked towards the window of Bryton's apartment and distracted myself with the view. Remembering the look in Tony 's eyes still gave me chills.

"Kendal I bet he just didn't want you to get into any trouble. You are his paycheck, you know."

That was a blow to the chest. Really? Is that all I am to him?

Probably noticing my reaction (I'm not that good at hiding my distress), Bryton got up and wrapped his arms around me. I turned and hugged him back, staring at the peas on the floor behind him. "Bryton...your eye..." I whisper, pushing away.