Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 13

I think about this as I wear out my Prada heels. Blinded in anger because Vincent with any other woman makes me jealous. They have sex with him, they have his hands on their body.

And I? Me, Kylie 'Fucking' Bray, billionaire that can practically click her fingers and have men crawling on the ground can't have Vincent Stone even smile at me.

I hate it, I hate me, I hate him.

No I still love him. My mind is a jumbled mess, it is thinking thoughts, bad thoughts.

“I'm going to church,” I yell, sarcasm rich and deep in my notes, “My mama always says it's best to confess before you commit sin, then you can enjoy it better.”

“What sin do you plan on committing Kylie,” He shouts back, still following me, which is a first.

Vincent never follows me, ever. Why is he following me?

I am leaving this man behind. Forgetting about him is now the new in with Vincent Stone and I. And he is following me.

“I haven't thought about it yet.” I say in all honesty, and it is. I just know it is going to include Vincent's head probably detached from his body. Obviously I don't share this with him, but the thought definitely holds appeal.

The vibration coming from my heart takes me for surprise. I stop mid-step. Still so revved up, my breathing labored. Seconds pass before I realize it is my ear piece I keep for my phone.

With one last look at the scowling Made Man that now stands in front of me, I slip my fingers in my bra pulling the earpiece out. I stick the silver metal in my ear.

My eyes involuntarily train on Vincent's shirt buttons.

The breeze of the wind blows in my direction and my nose greedily inhales all that which I would never have, all that is him.