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I love this story so much!! This chapter was so good! Her telling Kendall that whatever will happen they will be together in it 🥺❤️

I Can See You - Chapter 4

Kendall Roy Masterlist

Pairing: Secret Office Romance Kendall Roy x Fem Reader

Word Count: 11k (lol)

Chapter Summary: Kendall makes some significant changes to both his work and personal life

Warnings: Age gap (reader in her 20s, Kendall is 39), swearing, smut (oral (m and f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie (we love birth control!)), angst, comfort, fluff (18+ MDNI)

A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient with me while I wrote this! Just because I use them a lot in this chapter, here's a reminder that the lines (————————————) throughout the story indicate perspective change between reader and Kendall, and the asterisks (***) indicate jumping forward in time.

Chapter Theme Song: Treacherous by Taylor Swift

*No use of Y/N

Kendall watches you rush out of his office. You grab something from the surface of your desk, turn the corner toward reception, and then you’re gone. He’s left standing with his hands on his hips in the centre of the room, completely alone. For a moment, his eyes refuse to the leave the place where he got his last glimpse of you. Shit… what a fucking mess he’s made of this situation.

He wanders over to his own desk and collapses onto the chair. The office should be painfully silent, but Kendall’s ears are ringing. He can feel his heart pumping and hear the intense beating of it as the blood rushes through his body and to his head. It’s all setting in now, how quickly he fucked up the possibility of the two of you ever being friends again, or hell, even having a normal working relationship. Coming back from what just happened… impossible. He can’t take back kissing you and he can’t take back calling it a mistake, so now he’s the asshole who made a move on you and then rejected you a minute later. Why did he even call it off? His desire to touch you again was all he had thought of for weeks, but when he gets the opportunity to, he suddenly has self control? Jesus Christ, what a fucking self-destructive prick he is. If he comes back from this trip to find that you’ve quit, he won’t be surprised. Depressed and angry, yes, but surprised? No.

Resting his elbows on the wooden surface, he slowly leans forward to cover his face with his hands. His vision goes dark, but it doesn’t stop the incessant pounding in his ears. ‘Fuck - up - fuck - up - fuck - up’ it seems to be saying, and he doesn’t disagree.

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You don’t order your Uber from outside the Waystar building; instead, you begin walking as fast as you can in whatever random direction your body takes you. You’re 3 blocks away before you allow yourself to finally slow down and breathe, but unlike your body, your mind is still operating at full speed. You’re over exhausted, you’re emotionally drained, and you’re anxious as hell, which makes for a dangerous combination. Should you quit? Move away? Drop off the face of the earth completely?

‘Just get home,’ you tell yourself, ‘you can plan your escape after getting some sleep.’ You allow yourself to finally get an Uber, and after what seems like the longest car ride of your life, you finally enter your apartment. Closing the door behind you, you stand in the entryway and look around your space. It’s so small, just enough room for your bed, kitchen, and sitting area, but it’s yours. After a month, it’s finally started to feel like home. The space has been decorated in a way that feels representative of you, you’ve learned the trick to getting the perfect heating temperature from your ancient radiator, and you’ve even started to find comfort in the gentle footsteps of the person living above you. You can’t leave, not when you’ve just started to build something resembling the independent life you so badly wanted.

You flop down on your couch and throw your arm over your eyes, allowing yourself to take a few deep breaths. Kendall will be out of town for awhile, so you shouldn’t make any impulsive decisions before you’ve even determined exactly how bad working with him will be following tonight’s fiasco. You can just feel it out first, and if it’s unbearable, you can probably use your position at Waystar to leverage another job somewhere else. Okay. No quitting, no moving away, no disappearing. You’re not going to let Kendall’s erratic behaviour stop you from living the life you’ve wanted for so long. Let him sit in the mess he made. But you’re done with him for good now - really.

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The Waystar vacation is exactly what Kendall knew it would be. Not a relaxing yacht trip in the Mediterranean, but a cesspool of tension, stress, and arguments about who is most at fault. Though the blame is passed around and multiple scapegoats are suggested, Kendall knows that his Dad has the final say. After a few days of uncertainty, Logan takes Kendall aside and appoints him as the sacrifice.

He knew it. He knew it would be him.

He understands why; his dad is right when he says that the optics make sense. Kendall was one of the central figures targeted by congress in the hearings, he was the executive that those responsible for the coverup reported to, and, being a member of the Roy family, his demise would be the exact kind of justice that the public wants. But all that aside, Kendall knows that this is karma coming back around for him.

“Maybe I deserve it,” he says to Logan, who immediately opposes, but Kendall can’t accept the dismissal. His dad may not think about it often, but that server kid never leaves Kendall’s mind for even a second. “Yeah, for everything… The boy...”

“No, no,” Logan dismisses again. “NRPI, don’t beat yourself up. ‘No real person involved.’ You know, it’s… it’s nothing.” He rises from his chair and it’s clear that he’s done with the conversation.

Kendall stares at Logan. He doesn’t want to believe that he heard his father correctly… but he did. No real person involved. His father doesn’t see what Kendall did as anything significant. Not a real loss. ‘It’s nothing.’

It’s evil.

He feels his foggy mind begin to clear. He’s done bad things, terrible things in his life, but he feels remorse. He feels guilt. He feels empathy toward others. His father? Kendall suddenly realises that he can’t recall a single instance of Logan exhibiting any of those feelings. Why is he protecting this man? What has his Dad done to deserve immunity? Why, of all people, should he not have to face the consequences of his actions?

Kendall has nothing left to lose. His life is at rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up. Logan, on the other hand, could fall much, much farther. Maybe it’s time to restore some balance to their dynamic.

Kendall nods. “Right,” he says flatly, pretending to accept the way his father shrugs off the conversation. He approaches Logan and places a kiss on the side of his cheek. It’s a final goodbye to this version of his life; living under the authority of his father, being a passive spectator to his own life, having no control. He’s done with it, he’s not going to sit around feeling sorry for himself anymore. If everything is going to shit anyway, he may as well do what he wants, and that includes going after the main thing he’s been depriving himself of.

After Logan’s decision is announced to the group, Karolina arranges for a press conference to be held the following day. The proposed plan is that Kendall will fly back to New York in the morning, and upon landing, will be escorted directly to the venue where he’ll announce his culpability in the Brightstar coverup. Kendall insists that he needs to leave immediately though; he has some other business to take care of. What that business is, he doesn’t say, but when his driver picks him up on the tarmac back in New York, he doesn’t hesitate to give your address as his destination.

It’s late, almost midnight. He doesn’t know if you’ll even be awake still, and he’s sorry if he has to wake you up, but this can’t wait until tomorrow - it needs to be settled tonight. He won’t be able to concentrate until it is.

His driver pulls up to your building and lets him off at the curb. He steps outside, an overwhelming sense of deja vu washing over him. The last time he was here, he was convinced that he would never be back or ever see you again. How much has changed since then.

Kendall walks up to your building’s front door and takes a deep breath. The next 24 hours are going to alter his life in so many ways, and this right here is the first step. If he can successfully complete this, the next few steps are going to be so much easier. He presses the buzzer to your apartment.

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You’re in your bathroom getting ready for bed. You’ve just finished brushing your teeth when your buzzer goes off and your heart stops. It’s not uncommon for these old brownstone buildings to still have their ancient intercom systems in place, and the buzzer into your apartment is obnoxiously loud. The sound doesn’t usually surprise you this much, but you also usually aren’t receiving unexpected visitors, especially not this late.

You lightly pad over to your front door, checking that it’s double locked first before you press the intercom. “Hello?” you ask.

It’s silent for a moment, and you think someone must’ve pressed the button for your apartment by accident, but then a response comes through.

“Hey…”

You know it’s him immediately. The deep baritone of his voice has latched itself into your brain. It’s a sound that sends your heart into frantic mess every time you hear it.

“It’s Kendall,” he continues, and you almost laugh. There’s no way you could ever assume that the deep voice calling up to your apartment at midnight was anyone else.

“… Can I come up?”

The background hum of the intercom stops buzzing, indicating that he’s taken his finger off the call button. You stand there for a second. Of course you’re going to let him up, but how should you play this? Why is he even here? Your last interaction with him was so embarrassing, and you can’t repeat that rejection again. You’re not going to make any assumptions about him wanting you the way you want him this time around.

You press the intercom button. “Uh, yeah. Apartment 201,” you remind him before buzzing him inside.

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Kendall lets out a deep breath. Okay - progress. He was pretty sure that you wouldn’t turn him away, but it’s still a good sign that you’re open to talking to him privately after what happened in his office last week. He enters the building and the climbs the stairs to the second floor, his heart beating faster with every step he takes until he’s finally outside your door. He hesitates a moment, rehearsing what he needs to say to you before he knocks.

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You haven’t moved from your spot beside your front door since you buzzed him in. You don’t bother to run to the bathroom to fix your hair, or to your dresser to change into something more presentable. Adjusting your appearance for him just in case he’s here for the reason you hope he is won’t help you go into this conversation with no assumptions. You just stand frozen in your tattered sweater and shorts for what feels like a century instead, waiting for him to knock. When he finally does, you count to 5 before opening it. You can’t let him know that you’ve been waiting at the door for him like a dog.

Your heart lurches at the sight of him; you’ve never seen him in casual clothing before. Even on the night you met, Kendall was board-meeting-ready in an expensive suit. Now though, he’s wearing dark jeans, a soft looking sweater that you have no doubt costs more than your monthly rent, and has allowed his stubble to grow in a bit. He looks so good that it hurts, and knowing that he’s not yours makes it worse. You have to remind yourself of the embarrassment you felt from his rejection last week to suppress the urge to throw yourself at him right then and there.

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Kendall takes in the sight of you in your comfy clothing. He’s gotten so used to seeing you in the office that he almost forgot this side of you existed - this sweet, cozy side. The way you look right now, like you’re ready to curl up under the plush covers of your duvet, makes him feel so safe. It reminds him of the one night he spent here with you and how, despite his early wake-up call, it had been one of the best sleeps he’d had in as long as he could remember. Your skin against his, the way you nuzzled yourself into his chest, feeling your body softly rise and fall with your breathing, it soothed him in a way that he didn’t think was possible. That’s all he wants right now; not to talk, but to grab your hand, lead you to your bed in the corner of the room, and hold you close until he falls asleep. He knows he needs to explain himself first though, and can only hope that this conversation will lead to him getting more nights like that.

“Hi,” he finally says. Your face doesn’t give anything away, he has no idea how you feel about him being here. He clears his throat. “Can I, uh… come in?”

He watches your eyes drop to the floor before you nod and step aside to let him in. ‘Uh, yeah, come in,” you say, but again, your voice doesn’t offer any insight to your thoughts about his midnight visit.

“Thanks,” he says as he steps inside and looks around your place. Most of it is the same as it was last time he was here, but you’ve made some decorative additions that he doesn’t remember from before. The room feels fuller, warmer, more you.He eyes the large framed print hanging over your couch. “That’s nice,” he comments, trying to loosen the tension.

“Um, thanks,” you say, eyes flashing over to the print before falling back on him. “Kendall… why are you here?”

Okay, straight to business then.

Your tone isn’t mean, or annoyed, or even curious, which is bizarre to him. You just sound tired, and whether that’s because of the late hour or the messy situation with him, he doesn’t know, but he does know that he doesn’t want to waste your time any more than he already has.

He sighs. “I… uh, I need to talk to you about something.” Fuck, how should he even start this? He clears his throat. This is just like making a pitch. He’s pitched a billion ideas before, this is no different. “Do you have a minute to, uh, hear me out?”

You pause for a moment before nodding and walking over to your couch. You sit down and wordlessly gesture for him to do the same. He does, leaving a good deal of space between the two of you as you pull your feet up and sit cross legged on the couch, grabbing a pillow to hug to your chest. You face him, but your guard is clearly up.

Kendall takes a deep breath, his hands flexing open and closed as he chooses his words. “So, I uh, I know we agreed that working together wouldn’t… that it wouldn’t be an issue, that we could, you know, keep things professional.” He pauses. How the fuck is he supposed to ease you into this idea? “I can’t, uh… I can’t fuckin’ do that anymore.” That last bit comes out a bit more seriously than he intended, but he can’t help it. It’s not easy to act lighthearted about how much wanting you has been destroying him.

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You stare at Kendall intently. This all feels very familiar to the conversation you had with him in the copier room on your first day, the conversation when he told you to quit because your presence would be ‘too distracting’ for him. Now it seems like he’s hinting that you should quit for his sake instead of instructing you to.

You sigh. It’s not like you don’t understand. You can see that your presence at work distracts him just as much as his presence distracts you. His work is much more demanding than yours is though, and having you around clearly doesn’t make it any easier. But still, you need a job, and leaving Waystar after only a month definitely won’t look good on your resume.

“I can’t quit, you know that,” you begin, doing your best to not sound combative. “If you can just transfer me to a different department or something, I think it—“

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He knits his eyebrows together and shakes his head. What? How did you manage to get the exact opposite idea of what he’s trying to say? “No, no, I’m not asking you to quit, just…” he hangs his head and closes his eyes. Easing you into this is much more difficult than he thought it would be. “I, I need you to understand that… that something has changed for me.”

Your eyebrows knit together as well, and it’s clear that he’s confused you even more. God, why is he so fuckin’ bad at this? “Okay…” you say hesitantly. “Well, what’s changed?”

Kendall looks at you straight on and takes a breath. He knows that he has to be completely open if he’s going to get what he wants, he can’t sneak his way into a relationship with you. Being with you will require vulnerability, he has to get used to that.

“…. I…” he starts, the words caught in his mouth, but he’s committed to getting them out. “I want something more with you.”

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You can’t help it - your heart soars. After weeks of yearning for Kendall, hearing that he wants you… the feeling is indescribable. You can’t get your hopes up yet though, he needs to say more first.

“What do you mean?” you ask sincerely. “What are you asking for?”

He takes another moment to collect his thoughts, carefully choosing his words. “Can we explore a… personal relationship… outside of work?”

This is what you’ve been waiting to hear, but the way he says the words so slowly, so cautiously, makes you nervous. It’s like he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea… If he wants to date you, wouldn’t he just say that?

You decide to play dumb. Make him spell it out for you.

“Personal relationship,” you repeat. “We already tried to be friends outside of work…”

“I know, I know,” he interjects. You can tell he’s getting frustrated now, but you don’t feel guilty. He’s the one who came here to talk and he needs to be the one doing the talking. “I meant if, if you’d be willing to explore something more… intimate.” He looks over at you now. “It’d have to be, you know, private though, obviously,” he adds quickly.

Your heart sinks. The picture is becoming clearer now and it seems like he just wants to be secret friends-with-benefits. A situation where he gets to fuck you but doesn’t have to commit, doesn’t have to act like your boyfriend, doesn’t have to be faithful to you. You’ll just be the hidden hook up he can call when he needs to.

“Ken…” you say sadly, slowly. “I… I don’t want to be my boss’ side piece.”

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Your words hit him right in the chest. He knows he hasn’t been as open during this conversation as he should’ve been, but how could you think that that’s all he could want from you? He can get sex whenever he wants, you’re so much more than that.

He looks at you, feeling ashamed that he hasn’t made himself clear in the way you deserve.

“Side piece?” he questions, shaking his head. “No, you— you can’t think that’s how I— that I’m just looking for someone to hook up with…?”

Your gaze has been directed down toward your lap, but you look up at him now. “… Maybe? I don’t know,” you say uncertainly, and his heart breaks a little more. He’s fucked this up so much worse than he thought was possible.

He shakes his head again. “That’s not, that’s not…” He’s struggling to fix this. “I really…” He doesn’t know how to be vulnerable with you yet.

He sighs and gathers himself. “Can I, uh, can I come closer?”

You nod, and he moves himself over to you, relieved to see you inch in his direction as well. You look so vulnerable right now - holding one of your couch pillows to your chest, curled in on yourself, an uncertain expression on your face. It makes him want to protect you, but he knows that what he needs to protect you from is his inability to be emotionally available. What you need right now, what he owes you, is real vulnerability.

He turns fully toward you, facing you and this miscommunication head on. “You are… so much more to me than that.” He’s so tempted to touch you, but you already know he’s attracted to you physically. He needs you to know that he craves you in other ways too.

“I want, I want us to be together. I…” he sighs again. “It, you know, with everything going on, it does need to be just between us for the time-being, but…” he reaches for your hand now, he can’t help it. “I’m asking for something real, don’t- please don’t mistake us keeping it private for me not taking it seriously. I’m serious about this, about you.”

He’s on a roll now, and is almost tempted to say more. He wants to tell you how much you’ve affected him since you met each other, that you’ve made him reconsider his belief that he was better off alone, or that, without his status, he would be unlovable. Now isn’t the time though. Hopefully, there’ll be opportunities in the future to get into all of that, so for now, he just awaits your response.

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You and Kendall hold each others gaze for a moment. His brown eyes are warm, sincere, and sad. You can see that he means what he says, and that it’s really important that you understand what he’s telling you. He actually wants you the way you want him. You look down at his hand holding yours and you’re torn between wanting to break into a smile from the pure joy you’re feeling, and crying from the tenderness of the moment, from the relief of hearing him say the words you’ve been so desperate to hear. You look back up at him and his eyes are still on you, waiting.

You just need to know that he means this though, that this isn’t just a late-night slip of self-control, something he’ll regret in the morning and have to take back. You’re positive that there would be no coming back from that.

“Are you… absolutely sure?” you ask hesitantly. “You have a lot going on right now, and I… I don’t think I can handle you changing your mind on me again.”

You give him a soft smile to let him know that you don’t mean this to come across bitterly, that you really are just trying to protect yourself, but that he needs to mean it. Really mean it.

He looks down at your hand in his, and you feel his thumb brush across your skin. “I’ve…” he starts. “I’ve gone back and forth about a lot of things lately… I feel a bit like, uh… like I’ve been floating, just fuckin’ untethered in the world. The only thing that’s made me feel… rooted, the only thing I haven’t doubted that I’ve actually wanted, is, uh, is this.”

A feeling of warmth rushes through your body. He’s said everything he needed to. It’s real, it’s happening. You get to have him.

You move closer to Kendall. You’re directly beside him now, still facing him with your legs crossed on the couch and his hand holding yours. You give it a light squeeze as you wait for his eyes to meet yours. He looks down at your hands before his lifts his gaze to yours. You nod gently as you utter a simple “Okay.”

Kendall looks at you, dazed for a moment. His thumb begins to gently stroke your hand as he takes in your single word. “Okay… so you… so you’re on board?” he clarifies.

You smile a little bigger. Leave it to Kendall to make something so romantic sound corporate. “Yes, I’m on board,” you laugh softly. “Very on board.”

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Kendall returns your smile, relief washing over him. It feels like he’s been holding his breath since he walked into your apartment, and now he can finally breathe deeply. The full weight of the stress he’s been carrying for months seems to come pouring out of him as he exhales.

He looks at you now, his hand reaching to cup the side of your face, and realizes that there’s no reason to feel guilty with you anymore. He isn’t hiding his identity, he doesn’t need to resist you for the sake of a professional relationship, he doesn’t have to rush to have you because he’s caught up in a moment of weakness. He gets to enjoy you, savour you, be with you the way he wants to. He gets to take his time.

Kendall feels euphoric as he guides your face toward his. He meets you in the middle to kiss you, not hesitantly, or frantically. His kiss is gentle, tender, and affectionate, and he’s not sure what he was expecting, but he feels a weightless relief rush through him when you return the kiss enthusiastically.

Though his soul feels light, his body feels heavy. It’s like a magnetic force is pulling you toward each other, but neither of you seems to be making any effort to resist it as he feels your arms wrap around him just as his wrap around you.

He holds you close, trying to memorise every good feeling he’s experiencing in this moment. He isn’t confused or afraid of what he feels for you anymore; he can see now, as he gives up control and let’s his body respond to its connection with you, that this is what he’s been waiting for. He hasn’t been deprived of sexual intimacy in his life, but sexual intimacy with a true emotional element… he’d forgotten what that felt like. Not just two bodies wanting to experience pleasure, but two people wanting to express how they feel about each other. He pulls you in closer.

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You can feel Kendall’s heartbeat in his chest as he holds you tightly against him. His hands grasp at your back as his tender kiss becomes a little deeper, and the butterflies in your stomach begin to stir as the affectionate tone to your make-out turns a little hungrier. You don’t realize it until he’s on top of you, but he begins to guide you backward on the couch until you’re lying down, his weight pressed on top of you as you melt into each other.

Kendall’s mouth detaches from yours and migrates to your neck where he begins to kiss and suck, causing your already heavy breathing to come out in a gasp. Your hands sneak their way under his sweater (which is just as soft as you expected it to be) and clutch at his warm skin, desperate to feel him against you. You hear a low “fuck” against your neck as Kendall feels you desperate to get under his clothing, and he begins to grind his hips against yours, adopting a deep, slow rhythm.

The feeling of him on top of you, his length hardening against your centre, his mouth leaving long kisses wherever your skin is visible is intoxicating. “Kendall…” you breathe. You want to move to the bed where you’ll have more room to explore each other, but bringing yourself to stop him for even a second is going to be difficult.

“Yeah, baby?” he husks in your ear as he continues to rub his groin against yours, his lips brushing softly against your jawline as he speaks.

The pet name sends your stomach into somersaults and a rush of warmth to your core. You can’t stop yourself from removing your hands from underneath his sweater to bring them to his face, guiding his mouth back to yours. The kiss you initiate, deep and passionate, has his cock fighting against his jeans even more. You can practically feel it begging to touched by you. “Can we…” you breathe as you pull away momentarily, “um, go over to…”

You’re not sure why you feel so nervous asking to continue what’s already started, so you just nod your head in the direction of your bed. Kendall takes a second to take in your suggestion before he’s pushing himself off the couch.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah let’s go,” he says, and he gives you his hand to help you up. The moment you’re standing again, he pulls you back into him, pressing his lips firmly against yours as he moves his hands up from your hips, and under your sweater where they land on your bare waist. He grips you there for a moment before you feel him begin to lift the hem of your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side and reaching back over his shoulders to pull his own sweater off. It lands next to yours, and the difference between the two articles of clothing side by side makes you want to laugh. Your worn-in cotton laying next to Kendall’s pristine cashmere perfectly captures the vastly different worlds you come from, and it suddenly hits you that you’re dating someone with an amount of money and power that you can’t even conceptualise. You don’t let yourself dwell on it now though; he’s here with you because he wants you. He’s made it clear now that he only wants you, and watching him pull his pants over his hips and off his legs, revealing the bulge fighting to be set free from his boxers, drags your attention back to the present.

You rush to push your shorts off as well, leaving you both in just your underwear as Kendall pulls you in again and presses his mouth to yours, his hands racing to grab your ass as your arms wrap around him. You smile against his lips as he squeezes, prompting an even bigger smile from him. As you pull back to look at him, you’re met with his crinkly eyed smile, the one you’ve been missing for weeks. You feel like you’re about to burst with joy.

“I really fuckin’ like you,” Kendall says as he smiles against your cheek, leaving a trail of kisses down to your jawline. You breathe out a laugh. “Oh do you?” you tease softly, and you feel the hum of a low “mhmm” against your neck. The vibration as his deep voice rumbles against your skin sends a shiver down your body.

“I like you a lot too,” you sigh, your hands exploring the warmth of Kendall’s back as you bask in the pleasure of his lips hungrily working their way down your neck.

“Yeah?” he muses against your skin. His hands squeeze where they’re gripping your hips, digging his fingers into the plush of your skin. It’s hurts in the best possible way. “You like me a lot, huh?”

You smile as your hands run through Kendall’s hair, his lips still grazing over your neck. You know exactly where this questioning is leading, and you’re more than happy to play along. Excitement continues to build in your stomach, heat rushing through your body as you feel his hands glide up and down your back before returning to your hips to pulls them into his. You feel his clothed hardness pressed into your stomach, a glaring reminder of how much he wants you.

“So much,” you breathe in response, and you grab his hand to lead him over to your bed. “You want me to show you?”

Pulling Kendall onto the mattress with you, you quickly position yourself at his hips and allow yourself to graze over his bulge as you reach for the waistband of his boxers. Kendall’s hands race to touch you, desperate to stroke your head, your cheek, your arms, anything to feel you without getting in the way of what you’re about to do. You can feel him tense up in anticipation as you take your time pulling his underwear off his hips. The sight of his length springing free sends a rush of heat into your stomach. You feel a pool of wet between your thighs gathering quickly, and you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to ease the unbearable ache that’s building there.

Locking eyes with Kendall, you lightly grip his erection and lick a slow line up the side. Kendall watches you until he can’t keep his cool anymore, and his head falls back with a low groan.

“Jesus fuck,” he moans, and you feel his grasp on your arm tighten as you take him fully into your mouth. You move your head up and down on his hardness, bringing him to the back of your throat over and over again. His hold on your arm migrates to your hair, and he brushes it back so he can fully watch you. “Such a good fucking girl,” he husks, the hazy pleasure he’s experiencing seeming to deepen his already baritone voice. His praise sends a swarm butterflies flitting around your stomach.

You begin to move the hand that’s been encircling the base of his length up and down with your mouth as you adopt a steady rhythm, and the low moans and curses you hear from Kendall start to get a little louder and more frequent as he unconsciously ruts himself further into your mouth.

“Hang on, fuck— wait,” he says suddenly as you feel him guide you off his length. He sits up and, in an instant, has you on your back on the bed before swiftly pulling your underwear off your hips and then gently spreading your legs apart. His body looms over you as you feel one of his fingers slip past the outer lips of your core and spread the wetness that’s collected there up to your clit. He emits a low groan as he begins to circle your bundle of nerves, eliciting squirms and gasps from you as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “I fuckin’ can’t get enough of you,” he muses deeply as he leans his head down, and you suddenly feel the warm wet of his mouth latch onto your centre.

“Oh my fucking god!” Your words come out in a rushed breath as Kendall’s tongue begins to lap at you feverishly, his arms wrapping around your upper thighs as he pulls your core closer to his face. Your fingers race to his head, struggling to grip at his short hair, your hips bucking unintentionally in response to the way his mouth is practically worshipping your clit. “Kendall, oh my god, fuck,” you moan, unable to stop yourself from vocalizaing the flood of pleasure rushing through you.

Kendall lifts his head to look at you as he slides one of his fingers between your crease and begins to pump it in and out. “Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans as he slides a second finger inside, and you feel your lower stomach clench as your arousal skyrockets. He leans back down and licks your core again, his fingers continuing their movement. “Fucking love how it sounds in your voice.” You feel him continue to passionately mouth your clit, and with the addition of his fingers inside you, you rapidly approach your climax.

“Kendall,” you moan, your squirming beginning to increase, “god, fuck, I’m so close.”

Kendall shows no sign of hearing you; he maintains the pressure of his tongue and the speed of his fingers, only momentarily bending them up inside you as he hits your g-spot, and quickly sending you toppling over the edge.

You grip Kendall’s head to your centre as a tsunami of warmth washes over you, the pleasure of it all causing your vision to go blurry. You can feel yourself pulsating around Kendall’s fingers as you call out his name again, your hands running through his hair as you grasp for anything to hold while you ride out the wave.

Your breathing is heavy as you feel him remove his fingers from your slit. He leans over to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for too fucking long,” he smiles, his voice gravelly with satisfaction.

“You can do that whenever you want,” you laugh breathily. You pull him down to kiss you again before quickly sitting up. It’s his turn.

You push Kendall backward until he’s lying down, his expression slightly taken aback as you position yourself on top of him so swiftly. You don’t hesitate to line him up at your entrance the moment that you’re centred over his lap. “I still want to feel you though,” you say as you sink down onto him and feel his hands clench your hips.

“Fuckkk,” he groans, and you begin to move back and forth across his groin, his fingers digging into you as he attempts to adjust to the feeling of you around him. You can tell he’s losing the battle though - his pupils are blown out with lust as he watches you ride him, his eyebrows knitted together, and the stream of moaned curse words leaving his mouth is almost constant. You adopt a faster pace, finding a different kind of pleasure in the clear power you currently have over him.

“Sweetheart, fuck,” he groans, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down.” He doesn’t seem to want you to stop though, as at the same time he says this, his hands reach up to feel your breasts.

“That’s what I want,” you breathe, your palms digging into his chest as your hips continue to grind against his. “Cum for me Ken, I want you to cum inside me.”

Your words are all it takes. Kendall takes you by surprise when he suddenly sits up, wraps his arms around you, and holds you tightly against his chest. A loud moan sounds through your apartment as he keeps you there, and you feel his cock twitching inside you as he finishes.

Kendall doesn’t release you from his hold as he comes down from his climax. He tucks his head into your neck as his heavy breathing softens, and you feel his length slowly do the same as it’s nestled inside you.

“Jesus,” he exhales, finally lifting his face to leave a kiss on your jawline. “You’re a little demon, you know that?”

“That’s a compliment, right?” you laugh softly. You begin to pepper little kisses around his cheek, revelling in the knowledge that this is something you’ll get to do with him again, before you climb off his lap. Kendalls flops backward on your mattress as you head to the bathroom to wipe his cum from your inner thighs, quickly rushing back to the bed so you can continue to feel him against your skin.

“I’m so happy we got to do that again,” you smile as you snuggle back into his open arms.

He breathes out a sigh of contentment as you settle back in with him. “Me too,” he sighs. “And won’t be the last time, yeah?” He grabs your hand and lifts to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles before lowering it to a spot on his chest, near his heart. You can feel his heart beating through it, and you do your best to memorise the rhythm of it. You love the idea of it becoming the lullaby you eventually fall asleep to every night.

“I have a question,” you say lightly, your fingers beginning to trace invisible hearts across his chest, “what were you gonna do if you showed up here and I said no?”

Kendall chuckles as he adjusts his arms around you, bringing you in a little closer. “Yeah fucking right like you were gonna say no,” he says into your hair with a smile.

You roll your eyes as you crane your head back to look at him. “Obviously, but you couldn’t know that for sure,” you banter. “Seriously, if I hadn’t said yes, what was your plan?”

One of Kendall’s hands rubs up and down your upper arm as he thinks. “Honestly, I uh, tried to not think too much about that,” he laughs gently, but it’s clear that the thought of his confession having gone bad makes him slightly uncomfortable. “I guess probably just transfer you to work with someone else… maybe ask Tom to, uh, swap you with Greg or something? I don’t know.”

You turn your head in surprise to face him. “Greg?! God,” you scoff as you settle back into his arms, “you are so fucking lucky I said yes.”

Kendall laughs deeply now, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You can feel the vibration from his laughter as he presses his mouth to your skin. “Hey, watch it, he’s still a Roy,” he warns jokingly in your ear.

“Right, right, my bad,” you smile as you lean your head into his. You both stay there for a moment, cheeks pressed against each other, Kendalls hands rubbing up and your arms as he gently rocks you side to side. After a minute or two, he sits up a little.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go outside for a cigarette,” he says softly as his arms retreat from around you.

“You don’t have to go downstairs,” you offer as he climbs out of bed and you climb out after him. You pull on your tattered shorts and sweater as he grabs his jeans from the floor. “Just go out on the fire escape.”

Kendall buttons up his dark jeans as watches you open the window on the far side of your apartment and climb through. You sit down on the cold iron of the fire escape and peek your head back through the opening. “Coming?”

He smiles as he pulls a lighter and pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and strides over to you. After climbing through, he takes his spot, both of you sitting with your backs pressed against the exterior wall of your apartment building. The air is chilly, you can feel goosebumps beginning to form on your exposed legs. Kendall lights his cigarette beside you.

“So…” you say cautiously as a riskier question comes to mind, “you never mentioned… what changed?” You lean the side of your head against the brick wall as you watch him smoke. Barefoot, bare chested, in just his jeans - it’s a Kendall you’ve never seen before. You can tell that this casual, less put-together side isn’t something he shows many people, and it feels like a privilege to be one of the lucky few who gets to see him this way. But you’re still curious as to why he’s suddenly opened up this part of him to you.

Kendall takes a puff and exhales, looking down at the cigarette between his fingers as he speaks. “I uh… had a uh, I don’t know, I guess… an epiphany, while I was away.” He looks up and stares at the brick wall of the apartment building across from your own. He shakes his head a bit as he takes another puff and then flicks some of the ash off the tip. “Yeah, sorry, I really shouldn’t get into now… you’ll find out tomorrow. Jess will, uh, send the details in the morning, but I have a press conference at noon.” He looks over at you seriously. “I don’t want you going into the office tomorrow. I’ll meet you and Jess at the conference, and we’ll, uh, after it’s done, we’ll go from there.”

He takes one last puff before extinguishing the lit end of the cigarette on the iron rail of your fire escape. In no way has he answered your question, but if you’ll find out everything tomorrow… you suppose you can wait. You don’t want to ruin the night by making him discuss Waystar bullshit anyway. “Okay,” you nod. “So if I’m not going into the office tomorrow morning, where should I be going?” you ask as Kendall climbs through the window and back inside, offering you his hand to help you through after him.

A smile finally returns to Kendall’s face as you re-enter your apartment and he leads you back over toward your bed. “Nowhere,” he grins, “you stay right here with me.” He removes his jeans before climbing back into your bed, pulling you in with him. He holds you tightly to his chest, laughing as you pretend to squirm in resistance. “Yeah, don’t even fucking try, you’re not going anywhere.”

You cease your wriggling and jokingly squint your eyes at him in suspicion. “Really? You’re giving me a sleep-in? On a work day?”

He grins again. “No, I’m giving us a sleep-in. Press conference isn’t until noon,” he says he leans down to kiss your cheek, “I’ll go back to my place in the morning to get ready.”

You give him a look of mock puzzlement. “Do you think you’re invited to stay the night or something?” you quip. “I don’t remember doing that.”

You should’ve guessed that he wouldn’t take that kind of teasing laying down; Kendall doesn’t hesitate to call your bluff. He begins to unwrap his arms from around you as if he’s going to get out of bed. “Oh, really? Okay, I can leave if you want, it’s not like I have a fucking penthouse waiting for me or anythi—“ but he’s interrupted by you pulling him back down beside you.

“No no I’m just kidding,” you apologise and you force his arms back around you, Kendall chuckling as you do. “You can stay.”

“Thought so,” he smiles as he holds you close, settling in for the night.

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Kendall feels you nuzzle yourself into his chest, your skin still a bit cold from the outside air, and he wraps his arms around you tighter. The moment feels just as blissful as he imagined it would. Here, away from the bullshit of his life, he feels safe, he feels wanted, he feels loved. He looks down at you, your eyes closed gently as you begin to drift off to sleep, and silently thanks whatever force in the universe allowed him to experience this, right now, with you. Breathing a deep sigh of contentment, he closes his own eyes and falls asleep almost immediately.

***

Kendall wakes up, not at 5:30am, and not to the sound of his personally customised high frequency alarm, but after 8am to the light of the sun streaming into your apartment and the feeling of you gently rolling over in your sleep. His eyes open slowly, adjusting to how bright it is in your apartment. He’d forgotten what it was like to wake up to daylight. The blackout shades in his own place ensure that not an ounce of light enters his room before he’s ready, but even with your curtains closed, he can immediately tell that the sun is out. He looks over at the window in your sitting area and admires the way little slivers of sunlight stream through the cracks of your curtains, casting warm strips of golden light across the hardwood floors.

Somewhere in the back of Kendall’s mind he can feel the stress of his upcoming press conference starting to build, but he refuses to let it ruin his morning with you. He’s always been pretty good at sweeping things under the rug, and this is no exception.

He slides across the bed until your back is cradled into his chest, his arms snaking their way around you to hold you close, and hears you breathe out a soft sigh in response to his touch. Kendall smiles as he gives you a little squeeze and places a light kiss on your neck.

“Good morning,” he husks deeply as you emit a small groan in response to him waking you up. “Had enough sleep?”

“Noooooo,” you whine, your eyes still closed. “You promised me a sleep-in.”

Kendall smiles against your cheek. “What, 8am isn’t a sleep-in?” he teases.

“Of course not you fucking sociopath,” you slur sleepily, and Kendall gives a low chuckle. It’s fun to have someone talk back to him when it’s done lovingly.

He settles in again, pulling your body tightly into his chest. “Okay, you can have a bit longer,” he concedes, and you hum happily in response before he feels you slowly fall back asleep. Your breathing takes on a soft, steady pace, and Kendall tries to concentrate on the rhythm of it rather than let his mind wander to what this afternoon will hold. He does his best, but his brain can’t help from transitioning to strategy mode as he thinks about what he’s about to do. How he’s about to betray his father, his siblings, and possibly destroy the empire he was promised as a child.

Kendall runs through what he plans to say at the press conference, what he needs to get done when it’s over, who he needs to call… it’s a lot. Lawyers, PR agencies, and Waystar board members are just the start of who he has to talk to within hours of leaving the press conference. He’s going to need to try to get his siblings on his side as well, and no doubt he’ll experience some aggressive push back from his dad trying to strong-arm him into backing down.

His dad.

There’s no coming back if he goes through with this. He may get Logan sent to prison, but even if he doesn’t, his father is not a forgiving man. Though Kendall can recall very few moments when he felt even somewhat loved or respected by his dad, there’s no chance he’ll ever experience anything like that again.

Not to mention… his sister’s wedding.

His father not only knows about the worst night of his life, but has the proof and witnesses necessary to expose Kendall and let the world know what he did. That he’s killed someone. That he left a young man to drown.

Kendall’s heart rate quickens. He already considered the possibility of this when he decided to turn on his dad, but with the press conference only a few hours away, the reality of it is beginning to sink in. He has no good options - either he takes the fall and goes to prison for his father’s wrongs, or he calls him out, tears his family apart, and possibly goes to prison anyway. He feels his chest getting tighter and his breathing becoming shallower.

You begin to stir in his arms. Almost half an hour has passed now; half an hour of you sleeping peacefully while Kendall reflects on the tiny corner he’s been backed into. You must feel the tension in his body, the way his arms are stiff as stone around you, because you roll over to face him almost immediately upon waking up.

“Ken?”

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You’re still waking up as you turn to look at him. He loosens his grip on you very suddenly, as if your movement has woken him from a daze, and when you’re finally face to face with him, he doesn’t look at you. It takes you placing your hand on his cheek and repeating his name again, softer this time, for him to raise his eyes to yours. They’re downturned, flat, sad. He looks like he’s been in a mental struggle all morning.

Your heart sinks. You fucking knew it. You knew this would happen, that he would take it all back the next day. You can’t believe that he’s doing this to you after all the things he said last night.

Your hand retreats from his face instantly. “Kendall,” you whisper and you can’t help the almost pleading tone that comes out as you say his name. “You changed your mind, didn’t you?”

Kendall immediately jolts to life. It’s almost like his eyes come back into focus from their glossed-over state. “What? No, fuck no, no, why would you say that?” One of his arms unwraps itself from you to comb a few strands of hair away from your face. “No, of course I haven’t changed my mind.” The mix of his words and the affectionate touch are enough to convince you that you were wrong. The tightness in your chest eases up a bit.

“Then what’s wrong?” you ask, your hand reaching back up to his face, stroking his stubbled cheek. “Is it because I called you a sociopath? I promise, I only kinda meant it.”

Kendall smiles half heartedly at your joke, but you can see his eyes slowly fading back to that glassy, lifeless state as he thinks about whatever has been troubling him.

“No… I, uh…” He sighs as he watches himself twirl a strand of your hair around one of his fingers. “Today is, uh… is gonna be a fucking big deal.” He lets the stand of hair fall from between his fingers. You feel it gently settle on the side of your face. “I’m taking a… an astronomical risk, that could, uh… yeah, it could ruin my fucking life.”

His gaze meets yours again and you can now see the pool of stress hiding behind the listless, dull look in his eyes.

You’re starting to realize what you’ve gotten yourself into with Kendall. Dating a man who has such a hard time allowing himself to be unapologetically vulnerable but who also clearly craves closeness isn’t going to be easy. You think you’re prepared to take on the challenge, you just need to be patient with him.

You reach to grab his hand, bringing it to the spot where your neck meets your chest and holding it there tightly. “Kendall, I know we’ve both been very… aware of each other’s presence at the office, but I had the opportunity to watch you a lot more than you did to watch me.”

Kendall’s eyes don’t leave yours as he listens. The despair you see in them tugs at your heartstrings, and you wish you could remove some of it for him, take it on as your own, but you know that whatever today holds for him is far above your responsibilities as both his assistant and his brand new girlfriend.

“And if watching how you operate has taught me anything about you, it’s that you’re smart as hell, and you don’t do anything half-assed.” Your thumb begins to stroke the back of his hand, and Kendall’s gaze lowers from your eyes to the spot where you’re gently touching him. “So… I don’t know what you’re in for today, but I do know that whatever it is, you’ve thought it through, and you’re capable of seeing it out until the end. And I’ll be there for you the entire time, whatever you need.” You lift your head from the pillow to kiss the edge of his jaw. “In and out of the office,” you say as you lay your head back down beside his, “we’ll do this together.”

Kendall’s gaze meets yours again, still looking sad. You’re not 100% sure because he pulls you into his chest before you can confirm it for yourself, but his eyes seem glassier, like they’re filling with tears. He removes his hand from your grasp and wraps both arms around you again, placing a kiss on your forehead as he holds you tightly. He doesn’t say anything, you just hear him inhale a shaky breath and exhale deeply before his breathing softens a bit. You don’t say anything either, you just enjoy the feeling of him holding you, knowing that this is probably what he really needs right now; to feel like he’s not going into this (whatever this is) alone.

You’re not sure how long the two of you lay there for, but eventually he begins to loosen his hold on you.

“I should, uh, go back to mine and get ready,” he says in a gravelly voice as he pulls away.

“Okay,” you answer softly, and you sit up in bed as he climbs out from under the duvet and begins to collect his clothing from around your apartment. He looks up at you as he pulls his jeans on.

“We probably shouldn’t do any more sleepovers during the work week just to, you know, minimize suspicion, but uh…” He looks around for his sweater, finding it on the floor and pulling it over his head. “… You should come over to my place this weekend.”

Oh… Shit.

You cross your arms over the duvet pulled up to your chest. “Okay, yeah… yeah, sure, let’s do that,” you offer lightly, and Kendall looks up at you questioningly.

“… Is that not okay?”

You let out a little sigh. “No, yes, of course it’s okay, I really would love to see your place.” You begin to fiddle with the edge of the duvet. “I’m just… I’m not sure I’m ready to see how much you’ve been slumming it when you’ve stayed here with me.”

Kendall chuckles as he walks back over to the bed. “Oh come on,” he grins as he sits down beside you, “don’t look at it that way. Think about it like… you get to reap the, uh, the rewards of fucking your rich boss by hanging out at his cool ass apartment.”

You laugh at the cockiness. “Wow, you’re so wise,” you joke. “And for future reference, that’s exactly how I want you to describe our relationship.”

Kendall smiles widely again as he leans in to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours firmly. You can feel how much he appreciates this moment, last night, and you in general through this simple gesture. He lingers there for a moment before unwillingly pulling away.

“I’ll see you in a bit, Ken,” you say gently, reaching over to grab his hand and giving it a light squeeze. He lifts the other one up to slowly tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, taking an extra moment to look at you before leaning in again and placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“See you soon,” he says as he rises from the bed. He heads for your front door, his eyes flashing to you one more time before he closes it behind him. Your gaze stays fixated on place you last saw him as you listen to his retreating steps pad down the apartment hallway toward the staircase.

The deja vu of the moment is hard to ignore. Sitting up in bed while you watch Kendall dress before he leaves to deal with some urgent business is exactly how your first night with him ended. This time feels very different though. This time, there’s a promise of a next time.

***

After receiving a text from Jess with the location of the conference, you get ready for the day and Uber over. You arrive just as many of the reporters do, and you’re shocked by the amount of them. The room is filled with cameras, microphones, and droning chatter as cameramen set up their equipment and journalists make small talk. Whatever Kendall has to say is going to be immediately heard by millions.

Jess greets you at the entrance to room where the press conference will be held. “Hey,” she half smiles, “sorry for the last minute change. There’s a lot up in the air right now so I hope you’re okay being flexible for the near future.”

You nod. “Of course, whatever you guys need. Just… what…” you gesture around you, “what’s happening? What is this for?”

Jess gives a slight shake of her head. “I really don’t have that much information, Kendall hasn’t said much. I’ve spoken with Karolina though…” she looks over her shoulder where a woman with short brown hair is typing on her phone, “and she seemed to insinuate that Kendall, um, might be announcing his culpability in the Brightstar incident.”

You feel your blood run cold. “Oh my god,” you respond, and you hope that Jess can’t hear the emotional distress that you’re feeling in your voice. “Why would he do that?”

She shakes her head again. “The impression I got was that Logan may have appointed Kendall as the, um… sacrificial lamb.”

You stare at Jess incredulously. “No,” you say, but it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “What— no, that’s fucking insane, why would he agree to that?”

Jess looks at you sympathetically, her eyes sad, and it’s clear that she’s watching you go through the same denial that she must’ve gone through earlier. “You haven’t been around long enough to really see it, but the power that Logan holds over him… it’s absolute.”

Jess’ phone suddenly buzzes in her blazer pocket and she pulls it out, scanning the screen before putting it away again. “That’s Greg, he and Kendall are almost here. We should go.” She begins walking in the direction of the building entrance.

Your thoughts are a scattered mess as you follow behind Jess. In some way, you know it makes sense; Kendall’s surprise visit last night, his sudden decisiveness in his desire for you, his strange behaviour this morning, it all paints the picture of someone giving himself what he wants before everything is ripped away from him. But at the same time… it feels like there’s a piece of the puzzle missing.

You can’t say that you know Kendall that well yet, but he definitely seems like the type of person who would collapse inward like a dying star when faced with a guaranteed prison sentence. He would isolate and disassociate and wither away until there was nothing left. He wouldn’t go after something as meaningful or serious as a committed relationship, and you can’t help but believe that he’s not the type of man who would bring you into his world with the knowledge that his life behind bars was about to begin.

… So then why the press conference?

None of it makes sense to you, and seeing Kendall doesn’t help. You exit the building and step out onto the street just in time to watch a large black car pull up to the curb. Jess opens the door to the backseat, allowing Kendall to step out. The stubble and casual clothing he donned last night are gone, the clean corporate look you’re used to making its return. The only change is that he’s added a pair of dark sunglasses, preventing you from exchanging any sort of look with him or allowing you read any emotions in his eyes. It doesn’t matter though, he doesn’t even look your way. He nods in the general direction of you and Jess as he exits the car and follows her into the building silently. You and Greg trail behind, quickly saying hello to each other as the two assistants way out of their depth and uncomfortable not exchanging pleasantries. Why Greg is here, holding a yellow document envelope, is also a mystery.

The group of you return to the backstage area and Kendall removes his sunglasses. He still doesn’t look your way, but when Karolina speaks to him and informs him that his dad is watching, he doesn’t seem to actually be looking at her either. His eyes may as well be pointed inside his head, you can tell that he’s barely present in the external world.

Karolina leaves to announce the start of the press conference, and Greg and Jess take their places at the side of the room with their backs against wall. As you follow them out, you feel the lightest of touches on your lower back as Kendall walks past you. You turn to look at him and his eyes finally meet yours. His face is impossible to read, it’s the blankest of slates, but he gives you one minuscule moment of acknowledgement. His holds your gaze while nodding his head quickly a few times, and then turns away as he leaves to take his place at the front of the room.

You’re unsure what this gesture is supposed to mean. ‘It’s going to be okay?’ ‘I’m fine?’ ‘I’ve accepted my fate?’

You have no time to really consider it though because Kendall begins the conference and has you captivated from the very first second. He speaks in a steady, clear manner, allowing you to absorb every single word. He’s going to talk about the wrongdoings… he’s been asked to explain his role… he’s an appropriate choice for the public to blame…

“But…”

You’ve just begun to comprehend the beginning of Kendall’s statement, that he’s supposed to place a target on his back in front of the entire world, when he adds this transitional word and your mind grinds to a halt.

“The truth is that my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar, and he was fully personally aware of these events for many years and made efforts to hide and cover up.”

Oh my god.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

The entire room erupts in gasps and mummers of disbelief, and Karolina has begun to type frantically on her phone next to you, but you don’t move an inch or make a sound. You don’t even want to blink lest you miss a milisecond of Kendall in this moment.

You’re vaguely aware that he’s continuing to denounce his father, but you’re barely hearing a word of it. You’re focused instead on the tone of his voice, on his steady eye contact with the crowd and cameras, and the continuous stream of cutting words that he seems to be coming up with on the fly. It’s fucking mesmerising and you’re reminded of how you felt when you watched him testify in congress, but he power he has when you’re actually in the room with him is tenfold.

Kendall stands as he finishes his statement, reporters beginning to swarm him as he rips up the prepared note cards he had been given and tosses them aside. Your stomach lurches as he exits the stage and strides through the crowd, ignoring their frantically shouted questions as he heads in your direction. He looks like a god amongst men, the authority that’s radiating off him almost bringing you to your knees. He locks eyes with you momentarily, his gaze stern and serious, and you’re reminded that this intimidating figure, this untouchable man, is yours. He’s finally yours.

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