Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 47

He slides his chair back, ending our conversation before it really began and maybe before I would have cared, or felt something but I don't care about feelings now.

I do however want to leave this place, I want to smell the air outside, not from forty floors up.

I slip on a black pencil skirt and white blouse.

My feet are still damaged, healing at a slow pace, so I put on a pair of comfortable pumps leaving my heels behind.

These clothes are all-new, bought by Vincent. He didn't want to go to my place and fetch my things in case Kevin found us.

Right now I have been hiding out in this side of Washington with Vincent and his men. My face is slightly disfigured, noticeable to many.

Vincent told me to get it fixed, but I won't.

It matches me, I am broken, disfigured.

At first, I wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me.

Then I went back to numb, now I am in a limbo of something waiting to be awakened.

“Ready to go?” Vincent stands against my room door, without a glass, shocker.

“Yes.”

“You look lovely,” he says to me.

“I don't feel lovely,” I reply, my eyes dropping to my black closed shoes.

He walks into my bedroom, his finger under my chin, pushing my head up,

“Look at me, Kylie.”

And I do, I stare into his cold gaze I have become so familiar with.

“You once loved me, I believe somewhere in that numbness of yours you still feel the same way. I'm here, waiting for you.”

He turns and walks out, I watch his imposing form leave as his words ring into my ears.

I try to feel something, but I get nothing. No feeling of that love, it's gone.

I take a deep breath, and follow him out the door.

We driving into a parking lot when Vincent breaks the silence,

“There is a dinner tomorrow at Mosari's, his daughter is getting engaged, we've been invited, should I get you a dress or call someone?”

“I don't wanna go,” I tell him as he parks the Jaguar. The two black Mercedes filled with his men on either side of us.

“You going wasn't a choice, the dress however is.”

“Why would you want to take me anywhere, have you not figured it out yet.”

Frustration looms over me as I stare out the window watching his men jump out.

Why is he doing this now? I am broken, I don't want to socialize, I don't need to meet people.

“That you’re mine, I have.”

“I am not yours Vincent, I don't even belong to me.”