Page 2 of Dangerous Curves

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Kyn, you know I’m a workaholic. I love what I do and thoughts or ideas randomly come to me. I can’t pass those up.” I feel slightly guilty for not taking advantage of a vacation most people would kill for, but I’m not most people.

Kynlee sighs. “Where in the hell was Ronin?”

That’s a very good question, but one I’m not totally sure I have the answer to. “Ronin was working out and practicing.”

There’s a very important key factor to Ronin and mine relationship. We’re both very career driven. Ronin Davidson is a professional soccer player as well as model. Everything for him revolves around soccer which I can understand and respect. Our relationship works because we understand that our careers come first. It also helps that we're both extremely independent, since we live with an ocean between us. Ronin is from England and still lives there, he visits the states when he has ads or modeling obligations or to see me, but he doesn’t live here. I know to most, Kynlee included, our relationship doesn’t make sense but it works for us. We both get what we need and then move on. I’ve been lucky enough to keep our relationship out of the tabloids in the past five months we’ve been dating. Ronin is a hot commodity right now though, and you can’t blame the female population for swooning. Ronin isn’t only great on the soccer field, he’s gorgeous too. All six-feet of him is a wall of muscle with tattoos covering most of his body. His dirty blonde hair is kept longer so he can wear it slicked back and out of the way. Ronin’s hazel eyes could make you confess all your sins though, that’s his real money maker. They hold you prisoner in a way even I can’t explain. He’s been blessed with a square jaw and perfectly angular nose. He could be a Greek god for all I know.

“Oh. My. God. I swear, I don’t get it. You two are both workaholics and it’s like the two of you are barely even in a relationship.” I can hear Willow in the background, which gives me the perfect excuse to cut this phone call short. I love Kynlee, but I really don’t know how else to explain my relationship to her.

“I hear Willow. You go take care of that. I’m almost home and need to unpack and start a load of laundry.”

Kynlee sighs. “Fine, but we’re doing lunch tomorrow.”

“Of course! See you then.” I disconnect the call and lean back against the seat. I’ve still got at least forty-five minutes before I reach my house thanks to the current L.A. traffic.

After resting my eyes for about ten minutes, I decide to turn the data on my phone back on. As soon as it finds a connection, the phone starts to go crazy. It’s overwhelming and I notice the taxi driver glancing back at me from the mirror trying to figure out why my phone will not shut up. I try to scroll through the emails, but there are just too many to contend with at the moment. I just end up texting Grant, my assistant, as well as, Walt, the director for the new movie I’m a part of to let them both know I’m back in town and will be on set the day after tomorrow. I was worried about missing the first day on set, but somehow, I managed to still make it.

Eventually, we pull into my gated community. The taxi driver hops out of the front seat and pulls my luggage from the trunk. I pay my fare and leave him a tip. My flower gardens still look beautiful and maintained on either side of my porch which brings a smile to my face. The white, one story ranch style house with a bay window was perfect when I first saw it. It didn’t hurt that a friend of mine gave me a huge discount when I purchased it. The black shingled roof and front door makes it look more modern. My last thought before I unlock the door is ‘I’m so glad to be home.’

Two

Jaxx

I awake with a dull thud in the back of my skull. It’s from a night that ran too late with a few too many drinks. I’m old enough to know better, but I guess I still can’t find it in me to care. I roll over and I’m hit with a face full of Poppy’s hair. I forgot that I let her crash here last night, it’s usually a rule of thumb for us, no staying over. My black-out curtains are yanked aside and the sun comes blaring into my spacious bedroom. The dull thud becomes a raging storm in the back of my head. My eyes screw shut and I groan.

“It smells like dirty laundry and ass in here,” Kosi, my younger, most definitely annoying sister says. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard right now.

“Then get the hell out of my room.”

She clicks her tongue as she moves around the room, picking up clothes or so it sounds like. “No can do, big brother. You have a meeting with your agent and you specifically told me to wake you up and make sure you were there on time, so here I am,” she says, in a sing-song voice. I hear a sharp intake of breath and I chance a look at her. Her eyes are wide in shock, but I can see her fuming temper in the depths of her hazel, baby doll like eyes. “Why in the hell is she here?” she asks, pointing at sleeping Poppy.

I sigh and sit up. “Last night ran over a little too late.”

Kosi scoffs. “Disgusting.”

My eyes roll. It’s no secret that none of my family or friends care much for Poppy or our...situation. Kosi though definitely has the hardest time with it. Being her big brother meant she always held me to a different standard than the rest of people. I had spent my entire life protecting her at all costs so she often referred to me as her knight. It doesn’t help that she’ll never be fond of anyone as much as she was Kenndirx. Mentally, I cringe at the thought of her. How is it possible to miss someone so much sometimes that you can barely manage your next breath? Poppy, my...well, she’s not my girlfriend and I’m definitely not her boyfriend. To be perfectly honest I don’t even want to know what she does when I’m not around and it doesn’t matter. We just keep the other from getting lost in a sea of loneliness. Poppy was from Brazil, an exotic beauty coming up in the modeling world. Her tanned skin, curves for days, long black as night hair and large brown eyes with pouty lips that most women have to pay for made most of her agent’s dreams come true. However, everything she had ever known was a world away. We found comfort in one another. It was purely a physical thing most of the time. “Reel in the judgement, Kosi.”

“I would if I could, but we all know that’s not my strong suit.” Kosi glares in my direction. I don’t blame her for not getting along with Poppy. She’s a bit much. High maintenance, attention seeker, and an all-around catty, mean girl. The dislike is well deserved, but it does put me in an odd place. “Just get your ass out of bed and shower so you can meet with your agent. I’ll go fix some breakfast.”

“You can cook now?”

“Shut up! Nobody yanked your chain.” Kosi stomps out of the room as I chuckle. After I’m sure she’s not coming back into the bedroom where I could scar her for life with nudity, I get out of bed and make it to my bathroom. After a long hot shower, I manage to wake up Poppy before heading downstairs. I don’t smell anything cooking, so I’m curious what is for breakfast. As I enter the kitchen, Kosi spins around, her blonde hair dancing around as she does. “Breakfast is served,” she tells me, as she motions to the kitchen island where she has set up my food.

I walk over and look down. “Cereal? Really?”

Kosi shrugs. “You said it yourself, I can’t cook.”

“You know putting cereal in the good china doesn’t make it a fancy meal.” I shake my head and take a seat.

“I beg to differ. It gives the entire meal a different feel to it. You’ll see. Eat your cereal out of the fancy damn bowl already.” Kosi pulls herself up to sit on the counter and sips a smoothie while watching me.

I nod my head dramatically. “Oh yes! These Golden Grahams taste like no other Golden Grahams I’ve ever had. They are by far the best ever because of the bowl.”

Kosi chunks the lid of her smoothie at me. “Go to hell.”

“Already planning on it.” I give her a smirk, the smirk that has gotten me a lot of attention in the past couple of years.

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