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My Secret Ken-Doll
Elvis sat in the back of his Cadillac with Charlie Hodge on his left, Jerry Schilling driving the car and Red West in the passenger seat. Elvis could barely contain his excitement, he placed the palm of his hand on his shaking knee to cease the movement. He had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, the guys would tease him relentlessly if they saw how excited he was.
Jerry pressed on the brakes, pulling the car to the side walk in front of the building that Elvis always seemed to disappear to the moment he lands back in Memphis, he was starting to spend more time in this unknown apartment building than Graceland at this point.
“Good night.” Elvis said and quickly jumped out of the car. The guys had no idea where or who he was seeing in this apartment but everyone could tell it was a girl.
He rushed up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. Elvis took a deep breath and knocked on the door, he was grinning ear to ear when he heard rapid foot steps approaching the door from the other side.
“Hi sweetheart!” Kennedy said grinning, opening the door wide open.
“Hi Kenny baby!” Elvis chuckled, opening his arms wide for her to jump in them.
Kennedy jumped in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his slim waist.
Elvis smashed his lips on Kennedy’s lips, gripping her waist tight “I missed you.” he sighed against her lips. Elvis had been going back and forth between Vegas for the filming of Viva Las Vegas with Ann-Margret and Memphis.
“I missed you too.” she replied “Let’s go inside before my neighbors see you.”
Elvis chuckled and stepped inside the apartment, shutting the door behind him and placed Kennedy on the kitchen island while running his hands up and down her bare thighs. She was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
“Mmm what are you cooking?” he asked, the kitchen smelt like an assortment of delicious food.
“Well, I just finished cooking dinner. I made your favorite, mashed potatoes, fried chicken and biscuits and for dessert chocolate chip cookies.” Kennedy replied running her fingers through Elvis’ hair.
They had met a few months back when her friend was invited to one of Elvis’ many parties at Graceland by his entourage.
Kennedy had went to the party reluctantly seeing as she had work the next day and needed to be up super early. Kennedy under no circumstances wanted to say hi to Elvis, she didn’t really want to disturb him in his own house and seeing as he was surrounded by girls, she opted to steer clear but once she caught Elvis’ eye, it was a done deal. He shrugged off the girls that sat around him on the couch and walked over to Kennedy who was talking to one of the guys at the party.
“Hey, can you give us a second?” Elvis asked the guy, coming to stand behind Kennedy.
“Umm sure, no problem..” the guy smiled timidly and walked off.
Kennedy frowned in confusion and turned, surprised to see it was Elvis that spoke.
“Hi.” Elvis grinned, looking down at Kennedy.
“Hi.” Kennedy smiled, feeling slightly nervous. He was very handsome especially up close. He had his hair pushed back and he was dressed in a blue button down with the first few buttons open, exposing his hairy chest.
“I’m Elvis.” Elvis outstretched his hand out to her.
“I know.” She chuckled “Kennedy.” She said, taking Elvis’ hand to shake but he instead pulled it to his lips and planted a kiss on the top of her hand while keeping eye contact with her. She raised her eyebrow and smiled awkwardly.
“You have a nice name.”
“Thanks, my parents thought I was a boy and didn’t bother changing the name.” Kennedy shrugged making Elvis chuckle.
“Nah, I think it suits you.”
Kennedy blushed slightly and chuckled. Elvis grinned at her reaction.
They talked all night but nothing happened between them. Kennedy had to go to work with almost zero sleep but she felt a deep connection with Elvis that night. She didn’t know if every girl felt that way but she thought she would never see him again until a few days later he showed up in one of his Cadillacs in front of her work place.
He rolled down the window and grinned at her, tipping his large sunglasses down.
She frowned and looked at him in bewilderment.
“Get in, quick!” He said as people walking around started to notice him.
“What?” I looked at him like he spouted another head.
“Quick!” He hissed.
Kennedy got flustered when she noticed people starting to quickly circulate around his car so she quickly rushed towards the passenger side and got in. Elvis quickly zipped out of there leaving behind a group of screaming fans.
“What in God’s name are you doing here?” Kennedy asked him.
“Don’t curse the lord sweetheart.” Elvis chuckled “You know how hard I had to look to find you?”
“Seems like it was pretty easy if it only took you a few days.” Kennedy replied.
Elvis laughed and turned his head to look at her with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh “Well it was kind of easy since you’re probably the only girl that has the name Kennedy in Memphis.”
“Hey!” Kennedy smacked his arm “You said it suits me.”
“It does!” Elvis laughed and looked at Kennedy once again, his eyes roaming down her body before he turned to look back at the road “You look so hot dressed like a sexy librarian.”
“Woah there. You say that to every girl you meet?” Kennedy raised her eyebrow at him.
Elvis look at her with a slightly gaping mouth “I-I’m sorry honey, I-I didn't meant anything by it. You just look good.” He stuttered, feeling flustered with how Kennedy was staring him down.
“Elvis.” Kennedy chuckled “I’m kidding. Thanks for the complement… I guess?”
“Ah doll. I almost crapped myself.” Elvis chuckled, shaking his head.
“Where are we going?” Kennedy asked him.
“Anywhere you’d like.” Elvis replied.
“I’d like to go home.”
Elvis pouted and gave her his best puppy dog eyes“Wrong answer.”
“You said anywhere I’d like.”
“Anywhere else!”
“Fine.” Kennedy rolled her eyes “I’d like to get some food because I’m starving.”
“Perfect! We’re going to my favorite diner. It’s very quiet, don’t worry.” Elvis winked.
“So, what do you do exactly?” Elvis asked, taking a big bite of his cheeseburger. Kennedy sat opposite of him eating chewing on her own cheeseburger.
“I work in Finance.” She replied.
Elvis rolled his eyes.
“What?” Kennedy chuckled.
“Nothing. Your… partner doesn't mind you working?” He asked, eyeing her.
She chuckled and shook her head at him “Is that your way of asking if I’m single?”
“Uhh I-I-“ He stuttered, for some reason he always felt super nervous around her.
“I wouldn’t have spent the entire night talking to you if I had a boyfriend or a husband now would I?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well… I tried to kiss you that night and you fully dodged me. Even then I still had to look for you.” Elvis replied, mumbling the last sentence as his cheeks turned bright red.
Kennedy leaned forward with her eyes wide “When?”
“What?” He looked up at her with wide eyes “When we went outside and sat in my backyard.”
Kennedy frowned “I don’t remember.”
“I gave you the look, I looked at your lips… You smiled. I leaned forward to kiss you then you just turned away from me and took a sip of your drink.” Elvis replied.
“Oh!” Kennedy covered her face with both her hands “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you tried to kiss me.”
Elvis laughed and shook his head. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his lips, taking a sip out of his Pepsi bottle before getting out of the booth and sliding in, next to Kennedy.
“What are you doing?” She asked, quietly when he scooted closer to her. His thighs were pressed up against her own.
“We’re gonna try this again. I’m telling you now, I’m gonna kiss you.” He whispered, looking down at her lips.
“Okay.” Kennedy whispered, also looking down at his pouty lips. She licked her lips unconsciously as he leaned forward, his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes and back. He closed the distance and kissed her softly. Kennedy kissed him back and placed her hand at the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. He smiled against her lips and cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss.
Elvis and Kennedy continued to see each other and would constantly hang out secretly in Kennedy’s apartment since it was the most secluded and private place until Elvis asked her to be his. Kennedy said yes but insisted on it being fully monogamous, she knew how Elvis was with other girls and she didn’t want that, she wanted someone who will be faithful and true to her and Elvis agreed.
The oven dinged indicating that the cookies were ready. Elvis moved from between her legs and grabbed the dish towel, pulled the oven door open and pulled out the batch of cookies that Kennedy had just finished baking “Hmm, Hmm, Hmm.” He hummed while sniffing the freshly baked cookies “Probably my second favorite smell.”
“Huh and what’s your first?” Kennedy asked with a raised brow.
Elvis smirked, placing the batch of cookies on the kitchen counter and walked back over to Kennedy, standing between her legs once again. He leaned down and kissed down her neck, nuzzling her neck and sniffing her simultaneously “You.”
“I’m your favorite smell?” Kennedy giggled, running her fingers through Elvis’ hair.
“Uh huh.” He hummed against her neck and continued to kiss down her shoulder.
“Are you happy to be back in Memphis?” Kennedy asked him.
Elvis pulled back and cupped her cheeks “I am so happy. I’m ready to rot on that couch all weekend and just cuddle you.”
Kennedy grinned and kissed his soft, pillowy lips.
Elvis and Kennedy had dinner and got caught up after not seeing each other for a few weeks when he was filming Viva Las Vegas.
Kennedy placed the batch of cookies on a plate and scooped some vanilla ice cream on top, grabbing two spoons for her and Elvis. They both got settled down on the couch and turned on the TV to some random movie playing.
“Oh I missed this.” Elvis sighed, leaning back against the pillows and threw his arm around Kennedy’s shoulders, pulling her to him. He kissed the top of her head as she laid her head on his chest, placing her hand on his little belly.
“I love you.” Kennedy said and kissed his open chest.
“I love you too, Ken doll.” Elvis replied, running his hand up and down her arm. His favorite two nicknames for her were Ken doll and Kenny baby. Kennedy on the other hand hated nicknames but she didn’t mind it when Elvis gave her all sorts of nicknames when they had first met, finally sticking to those two.
Elvis tipped her chin back and kissed her gently. They made out for a while on the couch before moving to her bedroom.
It been a week since Elvis left again for Vegas when Kennedy spotted his and Ann-Margret’s face plastered on the first page of the newspaper with the words “Engaged” in big letters. Kennedy frowned, hating that people thought they were together, she never wanted to be in the spotlight but she still hated when girls were associated with her boyfriend. She then opened the newspaper and read the article, her heart sank to her stomach when she realized it wasn’t just a rumor from some random stranger instead it was Anne-Margret herself who had said those words.
Kennedy gulped and threw the paper in the trash. What the heck? Why the hell would she say that? Kennedy chanted in her head repeatedly that it wasn’t true but she was panicking slightly. Elvis and her had already fought over this topic when he first started shooting the movie and picture of him and her being all close were published and rumors started to swirl that they were together.
The phone rang and she knew it was Elvis but she was very upset and in no mood to argue with him. She instead chose to take a tub of ice cream to bed and just watch movies all day on her day off. She could hear the faint ringing of her landline but it was easy to muffle the noise when she increased the volume of the TV.
Elvis was in his dressing room on set when Jerry came rushing in “What the heck Jerry? Knock!”
“You need to see this.” Jerry said, ignoring what Elvis just said. He rushed over to where Elvis was sitting on the couch and handed him the paper. Elvis gave Jerry a confused look and grabbed the paper from his hands. He looked down at the paper and read the words that were plastered on the first page “What the fuck!” Elvis exploded, getting up from the couch.
Elvis threw the paper down on the coffee table and speed walked to Ann-Margret’s dressing room.
“Hi.” she smiled brightly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Elvis yelled.
“Oh. You read the paper?” She smiled.
Elvis growled and punched the side of his fist against the door frame “Yes I fucking read the paper. Why the fuck are you going around telling people we’re engaged?!”
“It’s good publicity.” She whispered, feeling intimidated by this side of Elvis.
“I. Have. A. Girlfriend.” He said with a clenched jaw “You know that.”
“Yet, I’ve never met her.” Ann shrugged “And we clearly belong together.” She said running her hand down his chest.
Elvis gripped her hand and threw it off aggressively “Don’t touch me.”
Elvis left and rushed back into his dressing room, calling Kennedy’s landline while tapping his foot anxiously.
After an hour of the persistent ringing, it finally stopped indicating that Elvis had finally given up.
As the sun was setting a few hours later, heavy pounding shook the front door of Kennedy’s apartment. She huffed and shuffled out of bed, she looked through the peephole to find an angry looking Elvis standing on the other side of the door.
She rolled her eyes and opened the door “What?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you mean what?!” Elvis growled, pushing the door open, slamming it against the wall causing a small dent to appear on the wall “I’ve been calling you! You haven't been answering.”
“I don’t think your fiancé would appreciate you talking to your side mistress.” Kennedy replied.
“You know that’s not true.” Elvis growled getting in Kennedy’s face but she stuck her ground, not really scared of Elvis no matter how scary he looked with his blue eyes turning a shade darker in rage, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched tight “You know that’s just publicity for the movie.”
“She knows you have a girlfriend right? You told me, you told her, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay then why the hell would she go and say those things? That you proposed to her and that you two are engaged what the hell is that about?”
“I-I don’t know!” Elvis said and side stepped Kennedy to walk into her apartment, pacing in front of the TV “I don’t know why in god’s name she chose to tell those damn reports that!”
Kennedy sighed and closed the door of her apartment, their neighbors definitely heard Elvis’ yelling “You’re fixing that.” she pointed at the dent on the wall.
Elvis rolled his eyes and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms.
She sighed once again and wrapped her arms around his waist. He kissed the top of her head and swayed gently back and forth. Kennedy pulled away from his chest and turned her head up to look at him “Tell me nothing happened between you two.” she whispered, her heart raced at the question. Praying he would say nothing happened and nothing will ever happen.
“Nothing happened.” He gulped.
Kennedy winced “Elvis. Tell me the truth.”
“N-nothing happened.” He stuttered, his eyes watering as he spoke.
“Oh my god.” Kennedy whispered and shrugged him off, taking a step back from him “What happened?”
“It was one time.” Elvis whispered, biting down on his lower lip anxiously.
Kennedy’s lips trembled as she spoke “Was it more than a kiss?” she felt a lump form in her throat, her eyes filling with unshed tears.
“Baby.” Elvis said and took a step towards her. She took a step back and away from him, shaking her head at him.
“Elvis.”
“Yes. It was when we first started shooting the movie. B-baby I-I’m so sorry, honey. Please forgive.” Elvis’ voice cracked, fresh tears rolled down his face.
“You need to go.” Kennedy whispered, wiping the tears away from her face.
“What? No.” Elvis shook his head.
“Elvis.”
“No. I’m not leaving. You’re my girl and we need to talk about this.”
“Not anymore. I’m not your girl anymore.”
Elvis let out an audible breath, his eyes wide in panic “Kennedy.” he took a step closer to her, shaking his head “Honey, please.”
“Please go.” Kennedy’s voice cracked as more tears rolled down her face.
“Kennedy.” He cupped her face and kissed her.
Kennedy kissed him back before she pushed him away from her “Go.” she said and walked to her bedroom.
“Kennedy wait a second!” Elvis rushed after her but she had already slammed it shut and locked the door before leaning against it and cried into the palm of her hand.
“Kennedy please open the door.” Elvis said, knocking on the door “Baby. She doesn't matter. It was a mistake.”
“Please just go, Elvis.” Kennedy sighed, closing her eyes. Her heart couldn’t handle the heart break she felt at that moment and she wanted to cry out loud but not when Elvis can hear.
“I’m not going.” He sighed.
“Please.” Kennedy’s voice cracked, clenching her eyes shut.
“Okay.” Elvis sighed and leaned his forehead against the door “I’ll come back first thing tomorrow okay? It’s gonna be okay.”
“Don’t bother.” Kennedy replied which made Elvis wince. He placed the palm of his hand on his chest, above his heart and rubbed that area as if it physically ached him. He didn’t want to leave but he wanted to give her a break to breathe.
“I love you.” He gulped, wiping his tears and left, shutting the door behind him. Feeling his heart ache with unbearable pain.