Dollhouse by and Khloé Kardashian Kim Kourtney Read Free Book Online

happening! I’ve gotta tell my mom!”
    “Yeah, your mom’s totally not a bitch like my mom. My mom would be, like, ‘Who’d you blow to get this job?’ ” Simone picked up Kamille’s phone and started scrolling through it. “Your mom’ll be superproud of you, though. She’ll probably buy you a new car or something.”
    Kamille blinked. Her mother, proud of her? She couldn’t remember the last time. The thing was, Kass was a hard act to follow. She was basically Miss Perfect. Kamille, on the other hand, led a more spontaneous, less OCD life. She was on her way to achieving great, amazing things. But “her way” wasn’t the same as Kass’s. Kass was all about pros-and-cons lists, schedules, plans. Kamille was about today, going with the flow, seizing opportunities.
    “Wait, why do you have Nola Harrison in your contacts list?” Simone said, scrolling. “Do you know what that witch did when she found out I hooked up with her boyfriend? She sent me a Tiffany box in the mail, full of dog shit.” She added, “I’m totally deleting her.”
    “Fine, whatever,” Kamille said distractedly.
    Simone squinted at Kamille’s phone. “Hey, your loser sister texted like half an hour ago. She said she’ll be home soon and that her, uh, ‘study group’ ran late. Study group, is that like an orgy for geeks? Although I doubt Kass ever gets any. She’s totally a virgin, right?”
    “What?”
    “Or a lesbian? Or is she just trying to look like a lesbian, with her baggy man shirts and nasty lip mustache and—”
    “ Excuse me?”
    Kamille glanced up, startled. With the TV blaring and Simone blabbering, she hadn’t heard Kass come through the front door. Kass was standing in the living room doorway, clutching her backpack to her chest. She was glaring at Simone, her hazel eyes furious.
    “Hey, nerd, we were just talking about you! Take a load off!” Simone patted the spot next to her on the couch.
    “No, thank you. I don’t think I should sit that close to you, Simone, I might catch something. Kam, a word?” Kass said coldly.
    “Wait, what did she just say to me?” Simone huffed at Kamille.
    Kamille put her hands over her ears and shook her head. Tonight was her night. She deserved to bask in her news. The last thing she wanted to do was to play referee to Kass and Simone.
    “Both of you. Shut up. I want to celebrate,” Kamille said irritably.
    “Celebrate what?” Kass asked her.
    “Her hot British agent just called,” Simone said, flipping her long platinum hair over her shoulders. “He got her a big-ass modeling job. For that French perfume company . . . Jeunesse.”
    “Really?” Kass stared incredulously at Kamille. “Is this true?”
    “Of course it’s true. What, you think it’s a joke?”
    “No, no. It’s just that . . . oh, never mind! Congratulations!” Kass came over and hugged Kamille.
    “Um, thanks.”
    “We’re making more midori sours,” Simone told Kass. “You want one, right? Or are you going to wimp out as usual and have a Coke or whatever?”
    Kass ignored Simone. “I’ve gotta go study,” she explained to Kamille. “Sorry, big econ quiz on Monday.”
    “What? Kassie! It’s Friday night, and we’re celebrating, and . . . look!” Kamille pointed to the TV screen. “It’s your favorite scene! Osgood’s about to propose to Jerry!”
    “I know, I know. TiVo it for me, okay?”
    As Kass wandered down the hall to her room, Kamille wondered what was up with her. Sure, she’d walked in on Simone saying bitchy things about her behind her back. But that was Simone being Simone, and Kass must be used to it after all these years. Couldn’t she make an exception just this once and hang out with them? Kamille had just gotten the biggest news of her life.
    Or was something else bothering Kass?

Chapter Eight
    Kyle
    “C at on a Hot Tin Roof is one of Tennessee Williams’s most famous plays,” Benjy told Kyle. “They made a movie out of it, too. Have you seen