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Los Angeles, California
Light noise disturbed the silence as a fan was blowing from the corner of the bedroom. White wallpaper had faded into a creamy beige color, standing out from the black painted wooden furniture that decorated the room. It was not a choice for Steven Diaz to pick what was in his private apartment complex. Since taking the job to work in Kim Kardashian's personal army of bodyguards, he was living off the grid in L.A. Waking up early in the morning without her, he did not want to get out of bed. Laying there, he gazed up at the ceiling and thought about the past while studying the textures above. His old life was beginning to feel distant and far in the past. All of this had started out as something of a mid-life crisis, and every decision he made led him further away from the people who mattered the most.
It was difficult for him not to think about Tony or Antonio back in Miami. Steven had lost track of time from when he last spoke to his brother or nephew. Apart from them, there was also his son. He tried not to think about the women of his past. His last relationship that appeared to be going somewhere was with Jennifer Love Hewitt. It was hard to forget the last night with her before that one incident happened that caused this downward spiral. Vida Guerra was a woman who had kept him relatively sane for the past several years. Now Steven did not know how he truly felt. His affairs with Kim and her sisters had satisfied a lustful urge within him, but it was only temporary. On a morning like this, he longed for the companionship that came from a committed partner. Life was often full of regrets hard to ignore when you truly missed someone.
His forty-third birthday was coming up soon, and Steven had to wonder what he was doing with his life at this point. Here he was, living off the grid as a fixer for Kim and her sisters. Just another one of her bodyguards who wore the same kind of suits and drove the same vehicles. There had to be something in this that made it worth staying, apart from the wild nights. The only way he could hold back the thought of his family in Florida was to spend the weekends getting wasted from booze. Kim did not approve of one of her men drinking heavily. That was understandable from a business standpoint, but Steven tried to hide it. Sean had told him stories about bodyguards that had worked for the family in the past but who had to be 'taken out' due to their personal problems. His words served as a warning, if not a map of things in the future.
Sean did not trust Steven at all. They may have known each other for a while now and rubbed shoulders as work friends, but that was the extent of the relationship in his eyes. They were associates. Sean did not consider Steven to be a friend to invite over for dinner or something similar. For years, he had worked for Kim and tried to develop a real relationship with her. PR management and her celebrity image made relationships difficult, but that was not enough to make Sean give up. For years, he had been courting her while she cheated on her husband with him. Kim had many affairs over the years behind Kanye's back. She had the power to have any man she wanted. If she wanted a quick one-night stand or a romantic fling, she did it. Sean did not mind her fucking other guys on the side, since he was just another one who worked for her.
Deep down, he believed that one day she would tell him she loved him. It may not be today or tomorrow, but one day she would eventually accept him as her true man. Such a story would explode in headlines about Kim Kardashian choosing a bodyguard over a well-known man in the industry. Sean kept his head high in hopes that some day it may finally happen. From what he knew of Steven, he did not trust him for this reason. He knew that man had a history of womanizing famous women. His worst fear was that Steven could become an obstacle in the path of his romance with Kim. Sean had heard a rumor from another friend that Steven had an affair with Kim recently. He hoped it was not true, but he also knew how Kim enjoyed fucking her bodyguards. She used them for her own pleasure, often discarding them when they were not worth fucking.
Steven finally crawled out of bed after his phone went off with text notifications. Kim had sent him a series of texts, ordering him to drive over to a mansion for a meeting. She was always vague about such meetings, preferring that the discussion be face-to-face where it became up close and personal. After the shower, he shaved his face. That was the least he could do since he had yet to cut his hair, which had grown down to his shoulders. Graying hairs were visible as he was beginning to show his age. Once he was dressed in his suit, Steven grabbed the SIG-Sauer handgun he left on the nightstand. He slid the gun into his leather holster and adjusted it with his jacket. With his wallet, phone, and gun, it was time to leave the apartment and take a ride. The morning sun beamed down on him as he stepped out the door and hurried to his Cadillac Escalade parked on the street.
Little did Steven realize that, parked a few cars behind him, was another Escalade. A black man was sitting there, waiting for him to leave while sipping from a cup of coffee. With some free time off schedule, Sean sat outside the apartment building and watched for Steven to leave. Since he was suspecting the man of fucking Kim, it was ideal to keep tabs on him. Sean knew better than to ask his boss about her affairs, so it was up to him to do his own detective work. As Steven pulled off from the street, Sean sat back in his seat and watched the direction his vehicle went. He was unsure of where Steven was going, so he did not bother to tail him and follow. While sitting there in silence, he began brainstorming ways he could potentially cause problems for Kim and Steven. Sean grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contact list. Maybe it was time to give another Kardashian sister a call and see if they needed some heart-fixing business.
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2 HOURS LATER
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Heels stomped loudly across the marble floor in the living room. Steven had arrived in time to see Kim. They exchanged greetings outside the mansion before she led him in. It was nice to walk behind her and watch her thick ass cheeks rub up against one another, step by step. Her outfit of choice today was a pair of black leggings that hugged every curve she had, complete with a white tank top exposing her stomach and heavy cleavage. Kim offered seductive smiles before leading him into the living room, where the real meeting awaited him. Steven was face-to-face with Khloe again. Her long blonde hair was fixed up in a high ponytail to reveal her golden hoop earrings. She wore a simple white T-shirt to go with a pair of denim blue jeans and a pair of silver high-heels. Within the first few minutes of this meeting, Steven realized that it was Khloe who truly desired to see him. Kim had simply made the arrangement.
The discussion began with simple questions that meant nothing. Steven doubted that Khloe truly cared about how he felt or what was going on in his personal life. She offered him lunch, eager to continue on. All Steven asked for was a bottle of water, which he drank quickly. As he sat on the couch, Khloe stopped beating around the bush with simple talk. She made her point clear when she told Steven that she was looking for a special someone to keep behind the scenes. He had not thought much of how the reality show and their businesses were run. Khloe had filled in the details about the PR image she maintained with the family. She wanted a committed relationship, but not in front of the cameras and in the spotlight. The conversation was more about the business side of things, rather than any potential romance, at least that was how Steven seen it.
"So you want to try a relationship, but we can't be seen out in public?"
His question made her roll her eyes. Khloe crossed her arms as she stood in front of him. The look on her face was enough to tell Steven that she was not amused by his questions.
"Did you not just listen to me? I told you, we do things like... different in this family. What you see in magazines and on TV is all fake. Do you really think Kim puts up with Kanye's fucking shit because she wants to?"
Steven laughed at her, shaking his head. Khloe continued to speak.
"I'm supposed to be hooked up with Tristan, like, right now. It's all for the reality show and ratings. But if you can prove to me that we have a real connection, I could work you into the show."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea right off the bat."
"Neither do I! We've got plenty of time to work to it. That should be your goal, Steven."
