Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 50

I have never seen his body, so it is something new to me. His stomach and chest is hard, ripped, with lot's of ginger hair on his chest, there is no meat under his skin, just muscle.

I have seen better, but yet I can't deter my attention from his hard sculpture.

Slipping his pants off I watch him, waiting for him to pull down his black jockeys, to reveal his sinner.

Vincent doesn't remove his last piece of clothing. With one foot at a time he steps into the tub with me, and lowers himself on the opposite end, all the while I watch him.

Putting his head back, he closes his eyes, and still, I watch him.

“Why are you staring Kylie.”

“I hate that name, call me Frost.”

His eyes remain closed, head bent back, chuckling at what I just said,

“It is your name no?, a few months ago you loved it, I'm sure you will again.”

“You mean like I loved you.” The silence is sound once I say it.

He sits up, tilting his head to the side, capturing me with his killer eyes. A minute ticks on before he says, “Yes.”

I am not sure why that word has me breathing heavy, but it does.

His eyes drop to my naked chest.

I haven't looked at myself in the mirror since the incident and I don't want to, but the way he is concentrating on my breast maybe I should.

“Did you enjoy killing that man, was it everything you hoped for.” I mimic his head giving him my attention.

“The day you left that dock your soul died, it is only fair they die too.” His answer is interesting and I ask myself is my soul really dead.

This thought confuses me because I feel dead, but at times there are glimpses of something surfacing.

I get up out of the water, not caring that I haven't washed my body. Grabbing a towel I leave him in there alone.

My gown is slipped on my wet naked body and I go to the small kitchen.