Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Six months later

“How many did we invite, our house looks like it’s a free for all. Are you sure it’s safe, I still think you should’ve told Kevin, Ky.” Diamond raves, complaining for the umpteenth time?

She’s standing by the door, hair open and messy, undoubtedly full of knots. An old boyfriend jeans hugging her new curves, while her handful breasts remain covered by only a vest.

Which I got to admit is sexy in an understated way. Too sexy.

“Go change that top and put a damn bra on,” I say, glaring at her breast, knowing it is the only way I’m going to get my point across.

Her body has filled out a lot these last six months. Surrounded by older guys all the time, she has my older sister instincts kicking on overdrive, especially since she doesn’t care.

Yet, when a guy makes a move she’s forever ready to kick his nuts or do something that I’m going to be eventually covering up, or paying for.

work, but the best person I could ask for,

thinking more and more about us growing up the closer it gets to

people in Liston Hills never could understand how an heiress became best friends with a biker princess. I

smile and shake

I’m crazy, storming inside my room like she

the white and gold double doors and opens it entering my dressing

clue since she has the exact same dressing room and just

wasn’t haunted by Reno's death as I thought she would be. She handled it pretty

arguing with Michael about some science shit, bantering with Jace about his

for him to open his mouth then she'd instigate. It was

the best David could do, considering all the

handled her boyfriend’s death well. But all