Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Because as he so publicly pointed out the down side to it was-

If you can't talk, you can't get the full experience.

Which brought the reason why Michael was inventing a system that worked from thought.

“Lights off, door open,” I order without raising my voice as I stride toward the white carved China (mainland) doors. Diamond's five foot eight inch frame walks ahead and her pearl glass nail polished finger tips keeps the door open for me.

Once the door is locked I turn to my young friend, who insisted wearing flats today, ready to ask the winning question, “Which of my brothers did you say was waiting downstairs again.”

Cringing, her lips thin, which isn't thin at all, since her lips have always looked overly plump,

“Vincent.”

Just kill me now. Out of all my brothers, Vincent is the worst one I could get stuck with tonight.

Normally they have turns watching us when we go on our rampage. It's the hard rule Diamond and I had no way out of when it came to leaving Liston Hills- our home town, eight months ago.

With Diamond’s dad facing charges on illegal fire arm possession and attempted murder, it was a no brain-er she stayed with me.

My dad was recently assigned with temporary custody of Diamond until her eighteenth birthday.

Due to Diamond's background and questionable family, my entire family worried about both of us and came up with the stupid idea that we get chaperoned at night.

My brothers don't trust bodyguards not to lie so they agreed to do it on their own.

Normally I have a few days to prepare my brain for which brother’s ass-hole-Ness I have to put up with. But not tonight, it's Michael's turn. Just thinking about him hurts.

I cried and begged for his forgiveness but all he ever said was, “In order for me to forgive you Kylie I would have to forget and that requires time.”

Though he said it over the phone I read his words for what he just refused to say - he would never forget, never forgive me.

my actions causes something in my stomach to

one hundred and eighty three days

couldn't blame him, I

his long time girlfriend, his true

same woman he chose to propose to on the very day that I ruined it,

to toes blows to my right, outlining the shape of my toned thighs as

my nerves rise with

driver slash bodyguard holding the door open, only

always the same black dull shade with his crisp white shirt and black suit a size too

It just isn't him.

is too rough on the

that even his

reason. Those dead eyes of his just make me shudder and not in a good

I pat him on the back mumbling a soft hello. When he stiffens

mood further, wrecking it with

I huff,

when I am

chisel jaw tightens, jerking his head with a robotic nod that I am supposed to

any other guy, I would've blessed him with my Southern charm and schooled him on

Vincent, I merely drop my gaze and pretend

kissed my cheek as my

she gets in, earning her a chilling

snap out of it before turning my

he is normally quiet

guess I should've known something about today is

that

tense,