“You’re impossible. Fine. I’ll be in my room, waiting for you.”
“Thank you, sis,” he replied in a sing song voice, and I pressed “end call” without replying.
It had all been a prank. And the worst part was, I knew he would do it again, and I knew I would stress out and panic again. Because this was my job, and as much as I hated my brother, I wanted to keep it.
God, how I hated him.
Chapter Eleven
Going back up to my room and seeing the total opulence I got to live in helped me soothe my anger. If I was going to be teased and tormented all the time, well at least I was getting to do it in style. I had to give him that much. When Kiegan knocked on my door two hours later, I’d mostly cooled down, but I still practically threw the clothes at him.
“Awesome, I have to be downstairs five minutes ago,” he told me, looking at my choices. “Ralph Lauren is a bit uptight for my tastes, but you did ok with this,” he told me as he stood in the living room of my hotel room and began unzipping his pants.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked as he let the slacks he was wearing fall to the floor. I tried, I really tried not to look, but I couldn’t help but take a peek. It wasn’t the sculpted quads or the calf muscles that I noticed, but instead a different bulge, covered by his black briefs. I quickly turned away as a blush began to crawl up my face, and the rest of my body began to feel hot. I couldn’t let him catch me looking at him. After all, he was my brother!
“I need to be downstairs like, now. The car to take me to the boxing match is waiting.” He ripped the tags off the jeans and slipped them on, Then slipped off his shirt. While he had his shirt over his head I glanced at his body. Those were chiselled abs; I don’t think I’d ever seen a six pack in person before. His whole body was just so lean and toned, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he got a modelling contract based on his body alone.
I quickly pretended I was looking elsewhere as Kiegan pulled the shirt down over his head.
“Are you coming to the match?”
“Am I invited?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Well… is there space for me?”
Kiegan smiled at me, that same smug look he always gave me. “I’m Kiegan Hunt, if I say you want to watch with me, you’re going to be let in.”
God, he’s arrogant. I was still a bit pissed off about the arbitrary forty minute deadline, but decided I actually did want to watch the boxing match more. Besides, maybe this was an olive branch Kiegan was extending.
Yeah, right. Guys like Kiegan don’t do olive branches, I reminded myself. Once an ass, always an ass.
“Ok, I’ll come,” I replied.
“Good. Find something to wear and get ready, we’re leaving basically now.”
“Actually now this time?”
“Actually now.”
Five minutes later I’d hastily changed into something a bit more casual, and put my hair up to hide the fact that I hadn’t actually really done anything with it, and joined Kiegan in the lobby.
His ‘entourage’ in the lobby, a group of about fifteen people, of whom I forgot everyone’s name basically immediately, all piled into giant SUVs and we drove off down the strip towards the hotel where the boxing match was taking place.
Everything was an absolute zoo as soon as we got out of the car. People were screaming, dancing, all dressed up, not dressed up at all, everything and anything you could possibly imagine was happening.
I kept making sure I knew where Kiegan was. After all, if I lost him in this crowd, I knew there was no chance I’d see him again. I spotted him out of the corner of my eye, signing autographs and posing for selfies with a bunch of girls. That familiar pang of jealousy ran through me, and I forced it aside. It was stupid. Why was I being so jealous about this?
I had to admit though, the boxing match was pretty damn good. This job had a few perks that I was definitely going to enjoy.
Chapter Twelve
The next few weeks went by in a blur. Kiegan’s reality TV show completely and totally took off. It was like overnight he went from being the heir to one of America’s most famous families to a celebrity in his own right. He went on Fallon, he was on The Daily Show, he was on Conan; he even appeared as a guest star in an episode of Arrow, which I was especially proud of myself for having managed to organize.
Meanwhile, my life was going better than I expected. Leanne turned out to be a lot of fun, and we quickly became friends, which was good since we had to co-ordinate with each other quite a bit. She was serious, but we were kindred spirits deep down, both loving an organized folder and preferring a trip to the aquarium rather than the pub.